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White 51's fortune was blown up, and the ending has been fixed.

Next, either Lan He won or Song Futan won, or else they would fight over the landlord of Lao Lin, kill Lao Lin without killing him, and lose his eyes with a mosquito coil. "How, how is it possible?" !How did you do it?"

"Brother Lin, do you dance now? Can you do street dance?" Lan He didn't answer the question.

Lao Lin: "..."

Lao Lin: "Return to hip-hop, my old bones, don't fold here."

He never imagined that he was a community gambling king. In both hands, he didn't win either, which is too evil!

Hu Qiujuan sat next to her feet and looked at it, and found it very interesting. During the game of playing cards, she chatted a bit, and she was able to win with her brain.

"It seems that your gold is not as good as Lan He." Chen Xingyu didn't help her husband at all, and even took out her mobile phone to prepare for recording, leisurely said, "Go, jump up, just jump the single that the previous star released. dance."

Lao Lin: "..."

When Lan He heard it, he almost laughed out loud.

——Chen Xingyang’s acting skills are not black, but when he was red in his early years, he was encouraged by the company to go out a single and still dance in the MV. But he was not the piece of material at all, singing and dancing became a famous black history, often dragged out by netizens.

Chen Xingyu said that he wanted to hurt the two.

Lao Lin walked angrily to the center of the living room, using his mobile phone to sing and dance.

Everyone was drinking tea and eating strawberries to watch the dance, and Miao Miao also watched his face slap straight. Although he blew his breath, he didn't seem to be standing on his father's side.

Chen Xingyu handed over the already collected data points to Lan He, "Well, this is it, you see, the Beijing TV station's "Yanjing Years Diary", the word-of-mouth has done very well in the previous seasons. The producers and My husband has a good relationship. Moreover, recording is relatively easy."

She didn't want to take Miaomiao to work in other places, and the recording location of this show was all in Beijing. Each episode focuses on folklore, old industries, traditional art, etc. in Beijing, which is both interesting and knowledgeable. In addition to a good reputation, the ratings are quite stable, not to mention extremely hot, but there are fixed viewing groups, There have been some famous scenes in the circle.

Lao Lin took a step forward and said, "Let's count the time. When these first episodes start to broadcast, "Chasing" will also be released, so I said that you and Chen Xingyang will be put together. You can play together and promote What a great movie."

Lan He looked at the information and it was indeed very reliable. Chen Xingyu brought him up with his own strength. What can he say besides gratitude: "Thank you Xingyu sister, let me talk to the company."

Lao Lin spins and jumps: "Hey, this show, each episode also has a few related folk experts, teachers, writers and the like, come to two paragraphs of commentary or lyrical...Does Teacher Xuanguang consider going?"

He looked at Song Futan as a rare guest, so enthusiastic, so he ridiculed.

Song Futan: "Are you still missing?"

Lao Lin danced next to them, thinking that Song Futan also cooperated and said: "You are going, there is no shortage of it, there is also a shortage, let alone this is not fixed."

Song Futan: "Then please contact me, the contract is signed with my father's studio."

Lao Lin did not say that he had no idea yet, but when he mentioned it, he felt: wonderful!

His work is hung in Song Qiyun's studio. As a screenwriter, working hours are also very free. Before the film fails to cooperate, there is such an opportunity to cooperate.

Lao Lin's smile slowly retracted, and he almost sat down on the ground with a twist: "Ah?"

Xiao Song also came to play with us. Lan He hadn’t thought about it. After all, the impression of Song Qiyun’s family was very low-key. “Really? Little... Teacher Xuanguang also came! You are also from Beijing. Haven’t you watched this show long ago?"

Even if Lan He said so, Lao Lin still felt very incredible. Xuanguang usually had very few interviews, not to mention being a guest of the show. It is said that this is the same line, and Song Qiyun also does not like to show his face.

"Aren't you really teasing me?" Lao Lin said suspiciously, "Teacher don't make fun of me... No, it's right, it must be a joke, you help Lan He play me together."

Song Futan looks calm, and it seems that it is not a strange thing, but it seems that Lao Lin reacted too much: "There is no shot for such guests?"

Lao Lin let out a sigh of relief, this is the teacher Xuanguang, "If you need it, wear a mask or back out of the country, all right..." As long as you want to go.

Hu seventy-nine squatted at Lan He's feet, excitedly said: "I will go out to work with you, I can hide in the matchbox again!"

Lan He said nothing, as if she could not see it. Of course, he cannot respond before.

Hu Seventy-nine: "I haven't gone out for a long time, go, go to the craftsman and ask how much money it is to make a fortune..."

At this time, Chen Xingyu's WeChat sounded, and she picked it up and fiddled twice, "Haha, the program crew."

"What did you say?" Lan He asked casually, and Hu 79 was still pulling his hand.

"It's nothing," Chen Xingyu said, "Just said that one of the recordings will be changed to Miaoganshan and asked if I have any questions. I said of course not."

Lan He: "......... Miaogan Mountain."

Chen Xingyu looked at Lan He, how did his expression look a bit wrong: "Hey, are you okay?"

Lan He: "...No."

Hu Seventy-nine slowly let go of his hand.

Lan He: "..."

...

The things that have been promised, Lan He is always hard to say that he doesn’t want to go to Miaogan Mountain, so he refuses. Besides, Xiao Song also said that he also participated. Lan He had to stubbornly set things down, hoping that girl Hu It won't be busy then.

After the guests were gone, Hu Qijuu was lying on the ground and nibbling at the pen. Hu Xian loves to be clean. She cleaned the floor spotlessly, even lying on the ground.

Lan He asked her what she was doing, she said proudly: "I am reviewing the spells in the meeting, I will be more, and then beat Hu Si... Hey, our relationship is not normal now, do you want to learn something? ,I teach you."

Lan He peeled oranges and asked: "Are there any men suitable for the macho, say two listen."

Macho? Hu Qijuan looked at him sideways, "there is only tiger art, you can blow the hair into a tiger, and one will become a tiger."

Lan He: "Is it particularly true, not afraid of biting?"

"Of course," Hu Seventy-nine said, "I want to take a pinch of tiger hair. In the afternoon, the dead person's cover sheet is cut into paper tigers, and the tiger hair is glued on..."

Lan He wanted to say that it was a bit troublesome. Hu Qijiu paused but said again: "Then sacrifice the six-legged altar, squeeze the decision mantra seven times, and burn the characters together..."

Lan He: Not finished yet?

Hu Seventy-nine: "...After forty-two days, the paper tiger was burned, and the tiger hair can be turned into a fierce tiger.

Lan He: "..."

Every time Hu Qijuan said a step, Lan He wanted to say that it was so troublesome, and then she opened her mouth to say more troublesome procedures, so that Lan He hardly knew where to vomit.

After a while, Lan He sighed: "I can get tiger hair, I don't do anything good. So, I have to go to the zoo to buy tiger hair?" People don't necessarily sell it to him, I only heard that I bought tiger urine Yes, I have never heard of buying tiger hair.

Hu Seventy-nine nodded: "Yes, this is not difficult, a little more difficult is the cover paper of the dead at noon."

Lan He: "So I said that you are really strong in this era of magic..."

Covering paper is a custom in the past. When deceased, cover a yellow paper on the face of the deceased. This is cover paper, in order to prevent people from dying. If there is still breathing, the yellow paper will have movement and breath. It will also wet the paper. Later, it was covered with white cloth, but the tradition of covering paper was still maintained in a few places.

Anyway, it can be seen that Hu Qijujuan does not know what kind of chronology...

Hu Seventy-nine straightened his neck and said: "So what's wrong, can it become a tiger!"

Also, Hu Qiujian knew he would make incense, and he could see from the ingots at home that he would stack ingots, but he didn't know much. Lan He used a piece of paper to stack a bench and came out. When the mantra was burnt, it became a femininity, strong and strong, and of excellent quality: "Do you think I am the cooking class alone?"

Hu Seventy-nine sat on the bench, holding his face and said: "paper burning device?"

This handiwork is also great! If it were not for the God of Wealth Mansion, you could only use Yang Shi, just give her one!

He is more than a cooking class and a money-printing machine. The arsenal is also okay. At first, Yan San’s chain was broken. Lan He can temporarily continue the continuation of the first section. Hu 79 can’t help but say, "You can put all the ghosts It's almost all armed."

Lan He did plan to give Laobai more multi-point instruments. Although it is made of paper, it can be used for a while, and the quantity is also considerable. At first, he flattened the green and the red, not because of the cattle and horses.

"Respected family, I am here...Is it possible to write letters too?" Bai Wu supported the feeding box. He had wanted to say it for a long time.

"Oh, what's the name, right? Yes." Lan He, as a person who worshipped the family immortal, can also know Bai Wu's real name and detailed life experience.

White Wu shook hands, and carefully stood high.

Lan He: "What are you doing?"

Hu 79 is not easy to clean.

"Customs..." Bai Wu was weak and weak, but he was not used to standing so high and compelling, "I'm still squatting."

Bai Wu squatted on the table, cleared his throat, and reported the information according to the rules. "Ben Xian originally lived in the Hedgehog Cave of Xiangyun Mountain in the suburbs of Beijing. Line 5, the real name is Bai Zhixian, after officially staying in Caishen Building, follow the rules of the human race. I will call my uncle Bai Wu in the future, and only this is engraved on the card..."

It's just that Bai Wu said so, Hu Qijuu laughed.

Lan He smiled and tore an orange, "What's white?"

Bai Wu watched in horror as the full orange under his hand split into two, and the orange was clearly cracked, but he was so scared that the thorns were almost exploded. "White Wu... Uncle... This is a custom from ancient times to the present day. !"

Yes, generally for family immortals, they are what are known as Hu Erxiangu, Huang Santai and the like. Even if Gua Er, Yu family is also known as the real person of Gua Er.

Lan He: "What's it called?"

Bai Wu quickly came down from the table: "Just call Yiping."

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Plum blossom alley.

This is the first recording of "Yan Jing's Diary". It is said that the name of the show is actually from an ancient book. It originally recorded the contents of Beijing's customs, tours, skills, etc., which is very consistent with the theme of the show. Many customs and craftsmanship are still available today. People today, read ancient texts from a hundred years ago, and observe relics, are very artistic.

Before the recording officially started, Chen Xingyang sat in the car and vowed: "I don't believe, I just don't believe. Come on, come on, all of you colluded to lie to me! How could Teacher Xuanguang come to record this show!"

Lan He: "Is it true..."

Chen Xingyang sneered: "The director lie to me, my sister and brother-in-law lie to me, do you lie to me?"

Lan He was speechless.

Chen Xingyang always listened to Chen Xingyu saying that Song Futan would also participate in the show. He thought it was a joke. That day Lao Lin also danced his black history dance. He felt that it was all routines and playing with him. Including the later director, he also felt that he was fooling himself.

I have been shaken, but in the end I was persuaded by a reason: how can Xuanguang come out as a guest! Look, this is no, it's almost time to start recording, he didn't come!

Not to mention Chen Xingyang, someone on the Internet broke the news that Xuanguang would go to a show in Beijing. When he was on the same stage as Chen Xingyu and others, he didn't even scold and spread rumors, and no one believed it. He even felt like an expert of the same name. Let's talk about Chen Xingyu at most. The goddess worked after a long break.

The theme of this issue is "Baked Porcelain", an ancient industry that repairs broken porcelain with a metal "baked child". This occupation appeared in the "Qingming Shanghe Tu". "There is no diamond drill, don't take the porcelain job" is also the same line, because the drilling step requires the use of diamond drill.

But today, few people need to bake porcelain in daily life, and fewer and fewer people can bake porcelain.

An old baked porcelain potter lives in the large miscellaneous courtyard in the plum blossom alley.

The host and they all recorded a few words outside, and just after recording, Song Futan also came. He has different functions from other guests, these shots don't have to appear, even if they don't come on location...

Let me put it this way, the program team of "Yan Jing's Time" knows that Xuanguang is tempted when he wants to be a guest, and the director has been wondering for a long time, which theme touched people, or they just watched their previous program, Dawei enjoy?

Anyway, even if he is confused about the reason, don't say he wants to follow along the whole process. He has to say that he will write the copy. The program team must also agree with it. It would be better if he could bring his parents.

When Chen Xingyang saw Song Futan, he was dumbfounded: "...really, really come?"

Chen Xingyang didn't dare to guess because it was Lan He. Chen Xingyu didn't say that he even thought that the two of them met for the second time today, and only thought that they were from the program group. After all, Chen Xingyu doesn't gossip everywhere.

Instead, Song Futan also handed the juice to Lan He. Only gave Lan He.

Chen Xingyang: "..."

He looked around from side to side, but because he leaned on the car and was covered, no one but him saw the movement.

After Song Futan walked away, Chen Xingyang whispered to Lan He: "How come you two... are you so familiar?"

He also filmed the scenes of Song Qiyun and his son, but I didn't see Xuanguang being so polite to him.

When Lan He thought about it, it was hard to say that we met frequently. Even if we had to cooperate in the future, it seemed a bit exaggerated, so he said implicitly: "It's okay, I talked to WeChat a few times."

Chen Xingyang: "............"

...Damn it. He used to apply for a hanging light from the crew, but now he has not been approved!

...

The artisans of Baked Porcelain are called Lao Qin by everyone, and they call him Qin Teacher by Lan He.

Old ancestors of Qin ancestors have done this for generations, but since he went down, no one has done this. He is now older, besides occasionally baking porcelain, which is to raise flowers and tease birds, and there is a bird cage hanging under the eaves.

The program team had already negotiated and came to shoot. Among the various routines, of course, the artist and he simply learned about baked porcelain. Because the room was relatively narrow, I moved to the courtyard.

"I think Teacher Qin's spirit is not very good. Let's take a rest and shoot again." Chen Xingyu said.

"Cough, thank you, girl, I just... didn't sleep well." Lao Qin rubbed his neck and said, "It's okay, go ahead, don't delay your business."

"There is no delay." The staff hurriedly said that the old man's spirit was not so good.

Song Futan listened to the occasional sound from Lao Qin's bird cage, distinguished it, and asked, "What kind of mouth do you call this spirit bird?"

Lao Qin's eyes lit up and his interest grew stronger. He doesn’t watch movies either. It’s hard to feel that it’s a screenwriter, but Song Futan mentions the bird, which makes him a lot of enthusiasm: “Cough... I’m just a little bird, I will be in seven or eight kinds. Shout!"

Song Futan's grandfather also raises songbirds, so he knows a little. Lingqueer is good at imitating tweets, and the mouth refers to the content of the tweet.

What these songbirds can learn is relatively simple, such as small chicken mouth, swallow mouth, and then the more difficult yellowbird mouth, cat mouth, egg mouth, that is, learning cats and chickens.

To learn these sounds, either always play audio, or worship other songbirds as teachers, or go to the mountains and forests to learn.

Lao Qin counted the screams of his little bird, just talking, his expression suddenly frustrated: "But ah, this bird is no longer good, I don't know how, it's dirty. I plan to sell it."

Dirty mouth, there are different interpretations. Some bird farmers think that the swear words spoken by the learners are dirty mouths. Others think that the bad mouths learned are uncomfortable. The sounds like duck calls, battery car sounds, and starling's slaps are considered dirty mouths. . Once learned, it takes pains to correct.

"Not at all," Lan He couldn't help saying, "How is it dirty?"

Lao Qin didn't say a word, lifted the cage, the cute bird inside raised his head and croaked, his voice was hoarse and vague, and he learned like a human voice. Hearing it carefully, it actually echoed with emptyness: "Dead... ...Woo..."

Everyone: "..."

This is indeed a bit excessive.

Even if it sells such dirty birds, it will not sell at a good price.

Old Qin said wonderingly: "The strangest thing is, I didn't let it touch those. I don't know if I learned from any bird when I was a bird, and I still have an echo!"

The bird just spoke with an empty texture. The sound of songbird learning is the same. If you learn audio, the audio quality is low, and you will learn the noise together. If there is too much room for learning and there is echo, it will be imitated as it is. Therefore, when the bird breeder presses the bird's mouth, it used to be placed in the water tank, and now it is also possible to put it in a cardboard box to minimize other noises.

"Ah, forget it. I haven't slept very well recently. I haven't been able to correct it a few times. I haven't bothered to sell it. I have so many dreams every day, and my neck and throat are not always comfortable.

"Then sell this bird to me." Song Futan said. He saw that the **** was quite spiritual, and he planned to take it back to his grandfather. The old man was free, correct it, and maybe save it.

"If you want it, then you just take it, anyway, you can't sell it." Lao Qin doesn't care.

After the filming, it was already night, and the program crew had to go to the stage, and the guests could go home.

Several guests were at the end. Chen Xingyu originally wanted Lao Lin to send Lan He. Song Futan suggested that he should deliver it. Everyone was awkward, of course, there was no opinion...

But Song Futan's car was parked farther away, Lan He looked at the map, "Then we go out to the west, it will be closer."

Chen Xingyu they went out to the east, and parted ways at the gate of the courtyard. Lan He got in the car and saw that Lao Qin ran out, "Boy, why do you still keep money!"

Although he said no money, Song Futan secretly pressed the money on the table when he left.

Lao Qin chased it out directly, and returned to Song Futan for a fortress. He refused to say: "Let's be refreshed. In this case, our grandfathers should be friends. Come, I will give you a baked porcelain bowl. You can also use it as a bird food bowl!"

"OK, thank you very much." Song Futan also responded.

"I'm waiting for you here." Lan He helped him hold the bird cage.

Looking down at the phone for a while, Lan He wondered why Song Futan hadn't returned, and looked up. The alley is full-mouthed, and no figure can be seen.

There were no pedestrians on the street. Under the dim street lights, the birds in the cage jumped up and down, and the feather crown fluttered with it, but they suddenly opened their mouths and called out the dirty mouth with a hoarse voice: "Dead..."

The rough voice still gave an empty echo, making Lan He chill.

...

Song Futan took the baked porcelain bowl and walked down the narrow alley again.

In the crooked alley, the figure was stretched long by the lights, and it was extraordinarily weird around the corner. At first, people could hear the voices of people and televisions in the houses, but the sound suddenly disappeared as the street lights went out several times. It's gone, the whole world seems blurred.

There was a hoarse voice behind him: "Dead..."

With a long and ethereal echo, it is almost the same as the old Qin family bird called out.

As soon as Song Futan turned around, he experienced a familiar feeling, and his soul left his body. He looked coldly at the man with the sling hanging out of his hand and his tongue sticking out.

Song Futan thought of Lao Qin who had been touching his neck all the time and said that he had not been sleeping well recently and his neck hurt. It seems that there is an answer to the dirty mouth of the old Qin family's little bird, ghost mouth.

The hanged ghost Song Futan also encountered a lot. Generally speaking, they did not have many routines, and they loved their own slings. They always wanted to use this to scare people. At most, they added the sound effects just now.

Perhaps the ancients were extremely scared, but when Song Futan heard this sound, he only felt that the reverb was too loud.

Sure enough, the hanging ghost approached step by step, waving the upper sling in his hand, "Dead... Woo..."

Song Futan looked coldly at his **** tongue getting closer...

"What, what?"

Song Futan looked back and saw that Lan He was floating in a face mask, not wearing a uniform.

He was warm in his heart, and he could always see Xiao Lai's cuteness in the details. Although he knew he had a rosary body protector, Xiao Lai would come to save him every time, not wanting him to be intimidated all the time.

Hanging ghost glanced at Lan He, grinning erotically, holding the long rope loop of the hanging rope in both hands, empty space said: "Dead...go..."

Lan He flicked his wrist and used the same action to hold his long hook, and he did not retreat: "Just do you have it?"

Hanging ghost: "..................!!!"

Are you like me! !

Lan He: "Who sets you up? Let's face it... don't run, you can't afford it?!"

Song Futan: "..."

......It's not easy to analyze, but in short it is cute.

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