Chapter 252 The Child Who Lost His Father
"Come here, kid, tell uncle what your name is." Brother Zuoyou squatted down happily, hugged the little boy and asked.
When the peak tourist season arrives in winter, families get separated every day at the Ice and Snow World. Who didn’t have careless parents when they were a kid?
Therefore, helping adults find children, helping children find adults, and helping young people find partners have almost become a daily must-do activity on the ice and snow stage.
Occasionally, when no one comes to the family for help, everyone will feel like something is missing.
"My name is Tutu." The child was probably a little scared facing so many people in the audience, and shrank slightly into Brother Zuoyou's arms.
"Oh, Tutu, tell your uncle, was it your dad who lost you, or did you lose your dad?" Brother Zuoyou's words made Tutu a little confused.
I guess he still couldn't figure it out after thinking about it for a long time, so he could only say in a low voice: "My father lost it himself, not me."
Hahahaha... all the tourists in the audience laughed, and this part became one of the daily fun.
"Okay, then dad lost himself. Tell uncle your father's name and I will help you find him later." Brother Zuoyou held back his laughter and said softly to Tutu.
"Uh... my father's name is Zhang Wei."
As soon as the little boy Tutu said this, not only did the audience become lively, but even the left and right brothers on the stage couldn't help laughing this time.
"Ha...hahaha..., Zhang Wei~".
"Then Tutu, tell your uncle, is your father a righteous lawyer? The kind who would impose a 20-year prison sentence the moment he opens his mouth."
The whole audience burst into laughter. Song Tang, who had occasionally watched some Love Apartment with his roommates in the dormitory, also knew this joke and laughed so hard that he kept swinging on Chen Xiong's shoulder.
In a corner of the venue, a man in his thirties covered his face speechlessly. Should he go up to claim the child, or just give up? Judging from the situation, if he went up to the stage, it would probably be even more lively.
The little boy Tutu didn't understand what everyone was laughing at. "My dad is not a lawyer, he is a policeman who guards the prison."
There were waves of laughter in the venue. Brother Zuoyou was also very happy. He put his arm around Tutu's shoulders and said with a smile: "Okay, uncle knows. Your father Zhang Wei cooperates well with lawyer Zhang Wei."
"It takes twenty years for one person to open his mouth, and your father has been watching over people for twenty years."
The whole place became a sea of joy at this point, and some staff members couldn't help laughing.
Just when the man in the corner was still wondering what to do, the voice of Brother Zuoyou was heard on the stage.
"Zhang Wei~Zhang Wei~I have your son in my hands. Come and get him quickly."
Why do so many people like to watch Zuoyou Ge’s performances? Because there is always something fun to watch.
In the end, the man still went on stage and took his son away. Of course, he was greeted with a wave of friendly laughter from everyone.
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After interacting with some tourists on the stage, Zuoyou Ge couldn't help but express his curiosity about Song Tang and her group, and invited them.
"That tallest lady, oh, that's you, don't look, there are other ladies here taller than you."
Song Tang didn't understand what Zuoyou said at first, and was looking around to see which tall girl was invited to the stage. But he found that Zuoyou was waving and talking to him.
Song Tang, somewhat confused, handed the glow stick in his left hand to Feng Bo, then pointed at himself with his free hand, with a question mark on his face.
"Yes, it's you. Come up and play for a while. You are the most conspicuous person in this room today, except for Zhang Wei." Zuoyou Ge's words made Zhang Wei, the prison guard who was holding his son in the corner, frown, and also made Song Tang laugh again.
Now that she was here, how could she not be happy to be invited to the stage? The current Song Tang was no longer the Bai Tang of the past. She nodded generously to the left and right brothers on the stage, then lowered her head and whispered to Chen Xiong, asking Chen Xiong to put her directly from the front onto the big stage.
Chen Xiong carried his daughter forward, and many tourists stepped back to make way for a fairly wide passage. There was no other way, Chen Xiong was too big, and the road was too narrow for him to pass.
Under the gaze of all the tourists, others had to go around from the back, but Song Tang was put up directly in front of the stage by Chen Xiong.
After putting Song Tang on the stage, Chen Xiong stood in front of the stage and did not leave. Wei Wu and the other two followed and stood in front of the stage together.
Only then did Brother Zuoyou realize that this young lady had not one bodyguard, but four.
But this is an amusement park and everyone is here to have fun, and there is no conflict, so although Brother Zuoyou was surprised, he was not too scared.
Seeing that the young lady he had been curious about for a long time was finally invited to the stage, Zuoyouge stepped forward and welcomed Song Tang to the center of the stage, then took the microphone and asked with interest: "Young lady, I have been curious about you for a long time, what is your name?"
Although this young lady only showed her eyes because of the mask she was wearing, her eyes were so beautiful, as bright as stars.
"Song Tang, the Tang of Haitang." The soft and sweet voice spread throughout the venue through the microphone, making the sweetness of the whole place soar by several plus signs.
Many people in the venue began to cheer, especially some single men, who were going crazy and shouting very excitedly.
"Ha, your little action is too sweet. In our Northeast, this is a killer. Look at these gentlemen below, who isn't confused?"
"In our Northeast, you'd be the little princess forever."
Zuoyou Ge was also confused by Song Tang's sweet voice at first, and quickly spoke to hide his embarrassment. However, he himself did not realize that his voice was much gentler than before, and even began to sound hoarse.
"Brother Zuoyou, you are so mean. The little sister is beautiful and has a sweet voice, so she is the little princess. You called us little potatoes and corn stalks before."
The female comrades in the audience collectively protested against Zuoyou Ge's discriminatory treatment, and jokingly asked him to call them "little princess" as well.
Seeing that the female comrades were about to riot and deal with him, Zuoyou Ge quickly pretended to be a coward and called her "little princess" more than ten times until the girls in the audience agreed several times before they let him go.
This scene made Song Tang, who was watching on the stage, chuckle, and the clear bell-like laughter spread to the whole audience through the microphone. Well, now all the gentlemen in the audience were not only confused, but also felt numb as if they were electrocuted.
Even the girls had to admit that the little noise was just nice to hear, and even they, the girls, felt their hearts softened after hearing it. There was nothing you could do, it was something you were born with, and you couldn't learn it.
Brother Zuoyou calmed his confused mind and asked, "Excuse me, little sister, where are you from in our Northeast? It's not easy for us in the Northeast to make a little noise like you once every hundred years."
"I'm from Kyoto." Song Tang took off her mask while speaking. She felt that it was impolite to wear a mask on stage, but she was busy watching the interaction between the left and right brothers.
As soon as the mask was taken off, a bright and lovely face appeared in front of everyone.
The audience suddenly fell silent, leaving only the background music playing on the stage. The left and right brothers closest to Song Tang were so mesmerized that even their breathing became lighter.
Shortly after the beauty attack, a surprised male voice suddenly sounded from somewhere in the audience.
"Miss Heika~~!"
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