Rebirth of the Father of Anime

March 9, 6 p.m.

At the entrance of a certain hotel, two young and beautiful girls took a taxi.

"Master, go to the Dream Pavilion."

The driver showed a slight smile. It seems that everyone is here for the fantasy hall today.

"Listen to your accent, from Suzhou?" The driver looked at the car skillfully while chatting with the two of them.

"Yes." These two people were naturally Mo Mo and Xu Yiru. The two left early in the morning and rushed to Ping'an City, and then took a short rest in the hotel that had already been booked, and had a simple meal.

The Thanksgiving Festival started at 7:30 in the evening. Seeing that the time was almost up, I immediately rushed to the Dream Hall.

"Is it safe for the first time?"

The master driver chatted with the two of them one after another. Driving is a boring thing. If you don’t talk, you will be suffocated after a day. Therefore, many taxi drivers have developed the habit of chattering.

"Is it for the Thanksgiving concert?"

Seeing that the two girls reacted coldly and seemed to be very vigilant, the driver didn't take it seriously and talked on his own.

"Do you also know about the Thanksgiving Festival?"

Chatting is an art. Even strangers who don't even know their names can easily chat together as long as they find a common topic.

"Hey, isn't that what everyone came here for today? There is a promotional poster at the entrance of it. Although the Dream Pavilion has only opened for a few months, the gorgeous poster hanging at the entrance is hard to forget. .” The driver seemed to think of the shock when he saw the poster, and said with emotion.

Xu Yiru's head is like a chicken pecking at rice. He nodded frantically, as if he had met a bosom friend.

"Yes, yes, that poster is so beautiful! All the scenes and characters in it are hand-painted. It is said that they were drawn by the master himself! I saw the screenshots on the Internet, and I was addicted. What kind of feeling!" Xu Yiru said longingly.

"It's all rumors. Teacher He Chen definitely didn't draw it." The driver interrupted Xu Yiru's longing.

Xu Yiru asked strangely: "Why?"

"I don't know how to draw, although this does look nice and comfortable.

But it definitely can't be drawn by Teacher He Chen, I heard that Teacher He Chen has many students. But it was drawn by his students. After all, it was just a promotional poster, so there was no need to bother with his golden hands. " After finishing speaking, the driver master laughed a little, and said: "Besides. If it was drawn by Mr. He Chen, do you think it can be placed outside so safely? "

The posters in other places are printed, but the ones hanging in the Dream Pavilion are hand-painted.

With He Chen's current reputation, once it was painted by him, then... Let alone others, Xu Yiru would be a little tempted to steal it!

However, since He Chen's style is changeable, and he is proficient in various styles of paintings all over the world, is it He Chen's handwriting? No one knows.

"If it's not that I didn't get a ticket, I would also like to go to the Thanksgiving Festival today." The driver complained.

"Uncle, are you also a fan of the master?" They chatted about a common topic. The relationship immediately tightened a lot, and Xu Yiru even changed his address.

Hearing Xu Yiru's question, the driver chuckled: "Let me tell you, everyone in Ping'an City is a fan of Teacher He Chen!" The driver's face was full of pride.

"He is our Ping An man." This is the most repeated sentence in the driver's mouth.

"Mr. He Chen is famous and talented, but he is a very good person."

"Uncle. Do you know the master?" Mo Mo also got excited.

"Well, of course! Let me tell you, I used to work in the same factory as his mother, and the benefits were not good. We were all laid off... When Teacher He Chen was young..."

The driver chatted nonsense with Mo Mo and Xu Yiru seriously, from He Chen's extraordinary talent when he was a child, to how many girlfriends He Chen had when he was in high school.

Mo Mo and Xu Yiru were stunned for a moment, although they felt that there were as many loopholes in his words as a sieve, but they still felt in their hearts that maybe the master might really be like this.

During the peak hours of getting off work, and with countless people having the same goal as them, the traffic on the road was several times more congested than usual.

By the time they arrived at the Fantasy Hall, the driver had already mentioned the secret that He Chen and Tang Bohu had to tell.

The weather today is not good, cloudy, and the wind and rain are about to come, making the air that has just warmed up become gloomy and cold again. But this seems to be unable to stop people's enthusiasm.

It was already dark, and under the colorful lights, there were only a few figures in front of the Dream Pavilion.

The lights are bright, and the huge dream hall seems to be just like its name, dreamlike, like a door that opens the illusion and reality.

"What a nice view!"

Before entering the meeting place, the two were fascinated by the scenery and talked obsessively.

On the front, hung the poster that the other two were fascinated by. There was light passing through the poster from under the poster, making this gorgeous poster even more fantastic.

The two took out their mobile phones to record this rare scene, and then followed the crowd of people walking shoulder to shoulder into the dream hall.

...

Backstage at the venue, Liu Ying was in charge of the overall situation, and Daisuke Ono was orderly arranging everything.

The personnel in each position also perform their duties and prepare carefully.

Fans who didn't have the chance to come to the scene have already taken their seats in front of the TV or computer - the broadcast of Tianman's Thanksgiving Festival will be broadcast exclusively by Tianman Channel and Tianman Network.

With the arrival of 7:30, the dim lights in the venue were extinguished and suddenly plunged into darkness.

It's time to start!

The excited noise of the audience gradually quieted down, and in the dark venue, countless fluorescent sticks lit up, just like fireflies on that summer night.

There seemed to be a breeze blowing, and a refreshing melody full of ancient Chinese style sounded in the venue.

"Dream of oriental yellow beams?"

"It does not seem!"

There was a sound of conversation in the venue, and the familiar melody seemed plausible.

dark stage. No figure appeared.

Suddenly, streamers lit up above the stage, attracting the attention of the audience. Accompanied by melodious melody. Those radiances slowly gathered together, forming, forming... one by one buns?

"Xiaolongbao,

barbecued pork buns,

Custard Sesame Bean Paste Bun.

big meat bun,

vegetable bag,

There are also soup dumplings.

It's up to people. It's fate.

Eternal torrential in the blink of an eye.

Only at the table,

A millennium of prosperity will never change..."

Obvious electronic sound. Fans are very familiar.

However, this is not Hatsune, nor Kagamine Gemini, nor is it Patrol.

It was an unfamiliar voice. It's a brand new virtual diva!

In the eyes of everyone, floating light flows, and a scene gradually condenses in the middle of the stage.

The cyan long dress in ancient costume and the white feather coat are embellished like a fairy.

The long gray hair was formed into two ring-shaped buns on the top of the head, which were divided into two strands and hung from the ears to the chest. The emerald green eyes were like flawless emeralds.

The hair is decorated with jasper, and the waist is pendant with a Chinese knot. Gives a very friendly feeling.

The girl raised her head, staring at the big bun dancing playfully in the air, and suddenly the bun fell down. The girl's eyes burst out with joy, and she went to pick up the buns.

A wisp of saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth.

This is a very indecent image, but all of these appear in front of the girl, but they are so natural and harmonious, making people feel innocent and cute.

Some kind of sound suddenly erupted from people's bodies. Respond to the singing.

"Cuckoo..."

It was the sound of a hungry stomach.

"Gudu..."

This is the sound of swallowing saliva.

"...the world is very big and chaotic, and the earth is spinning.

Countless kinds of sorrows and joys.

It's better not to think about anything than to think too much.

Simply eat one meal and another.

The eyes of those who eat are shining,

Then do exercise, consume, excess fat.

Five thousand years of civilization, how splendid,

Leaving the longest recipe in the world..."

"Ode to the Millennium Recipe"—His Royal Highness the world's number one foodie, Luo Tianyi!

Tianman's "capital" Ping'an City, as the ancient capital of Chinese civilization, is also known for its food. As for what should be used as the opening of the Tianman Thanksgiving Festival this time, nothing is more suitable than Luo Tianyi and "Ode to the Millennium Recipe".

Hatsune, Kagamine Twins, Xunyin, etc. were all full of modern fashion before, so for the image of Luo Tianyi, He Chen chose the image of ancient Chinese style as his debut in order to highlight Chinese culture.

I feel pity for Luo Tianyi who is dressed in an ancient costume.

This time, Tianman changed to a bigger and more perfect holographic projection equipment, a concert, making the audience feel like watching another movie with gorgeous special effects.

Not only did Luo Tianyi feel more immortal, but the air seemed to be filled with the aroma of various delicacies, making people suffer from hunger while listening to this song that made people's stomachs protest wildly.

"I'm hungry." A girl suddenly raised her head and looked at her boyfriend pitifully.

"..."

That night, countless men hated He Chen to the bone.

However, although fans in front of TVs and computers cannot come to the scene and enjoy the gorgeous effects of the scene, they are relatively happy.

"It's so insane. I can't bear to create such a song. I'll eat a pack of spicy strips first to suppress my shock."

Tianman webcast can directly post barrage, and live TV can use mobile phone to send text messages to make barrage.

Of course, SMS is charged, but not expensive. Normally, text messages cost 10 cents, but He Chen's cost is 20 cents, which is much cheaper than the 1 yuan prize quiz. With the current income of people, when you see a wonderful place, you can post a barrage at random, which is simple, interesting, and cheap.

This can also reduce the number of barrage, improve the quality of barrage, and make Tianman Channel a boutique.

Although it is cheap and low, it cannot hold up to a large number. This daily barrage is a good income.

He Chen is so devastated.

"The local tyrants in front wait, your soap has fallen."

"It's not yours."

"You still have hot sticks! I'm going to drink Northwest Wind."

"I just dug a pot of Avalokitesvara soil at the door, and listening to the singing of His Highness Foodie, I actually tasted the taste of grass from the soil. I am so happy!"

Last year's theme was "tears", so this year's theme starts with "eating"! (to be continued)

ps: So hungry, so hungry, so hungry.

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