Senior Superstar

Behind the curtain, Li Shixin and An Xiaoxiao, the old and the young, were at a loss as they watched Jin Wenqi sang passionately in the audience.

"Mr. Li, you are finished."

An Xiao's cerebellar circuit ran for a long time, and suddenly came this sentence: "The master is coming to the door! Quick, I will stand in front, you run from the back door!"

Pushing An Xiaoxiao's little head away from the curtain, Li Shixin sighed, "Little."

"ah?"

"You know what it takes to look particularly smart?"

! ! (○｀Д): "Smart can be shown?"

"can."

(‵): "Teacher, hurry up, teach me!"

Seeing An Xiaoxiao's eagerness for knowledge, Li Shixin smiled slightly: "Close your mouth and smile lightly."

( ): "Is that a smile?"

"The emphasis is on the first sentence."

"oh!"

(○`○)

Looking at An Xiaoxiao, who suddenly became smarter because of not speaking, Li Shixin observed the reaction of the audience, and then gently closed the curtain.

After thinking about it for a while, he couldn't figure out why Jin Wenqi came to the scene suddenly, and he simply took An Xiaoxiao out of the stage and went backstage.

The play "Only You" was staged in the cultural square. Although Zhang Yaozhong ran around, it was the decision of the Cultural Bureau after all. According to the normal stage procedure, after the performance, some leaders of the Cultural Affairs Bureau will give speeches on strengthening the construction of spiritual civilization.

The unexpected arrival of Jin Qiwen disrupted the original rhythm of the curtain call.

But after all, it is in the Rong store, celebrities are not a rare species, although the host was excited, he did not forget the big head. It was only after Jin Wenqi finished singing that she was invited to take a photo with the leader on stage.

After the coping was over, Jin Wenqi asked where Li Shixin was, and went straight to the backstage together with a few people from Huaqi Company.

offstage.

Although there are famous singers on stage to sing, the audience at this moment is still silent in the emotions brought to them by the drama.

In the first row, the leaders of the Cultural Bureau had surrounded Zhang Yaozhong.

"Mr. Zhang! Thank you for your hard work these past few days and sending this play to this stage. This is a very meaningful attempt for our cultural square drama theater. We will unearth excellent folk drama works and provide them with The communication incubation not only fulfills these excellent works and teams, but also improves the content of our cultural square! This is very meaningful!"

At this moment, Director Song was already crying, and kept shaking Zhang Yaozhong's hand.

Several other leaders and retired veteran cadres naturally blew sincere rainbow farts around Zhang Yaozhong.

Looking at a group of old subordinates and new leaders surrounding him again, Zhang Yaozhong couldn't help straightening his back by eight degrees. The whole person assumed a tactical backward posture, and the swelling on his face was about to be concealed, but his mouth was full of humility.

"Where, where, if we want to say that these excellent works and teams are fulfilled, our current cultural system is enlightened, and Zhao Ju has done a good job after taking office. Here I am, that is, to play the remaining heat in my later years. For our spiritual civilization in Rongcheng The responsibility for strengthening and solidifying must be your current team!"

"And if you want to thank, you guys, you have to thank the performer and creator of this play, Mr. Li! Today's play, really... was a bigger surprise than when it was premiered! Specifically, I I'll tell you guys later!"

He was politically correct, he didn't take any credit for himself, and completely removed himself from the incident, as if he had done nothing, but people couldn't ignore his high-level speech, and once again let the group of young people around him know what level is.

Even the new leader, Zhao Fanshan, couldn't help stepping forward and holding Zhang Yaozhong's hand tightly, "The old leader is humble, and with your pattern, I have to learn from it!"

In the second row, a group of Li Shixin's old fans were already crying like peaches.

Mr. Liu Feng was in tears all the time, and his voice was trembling as he was supported by his grandson: "Shixin can't do it, it's always so messy, the tears are streaming down in handfuls, can I still be blind with cataracts?"

Hearing this, Wu Ming rolled his eyes: "Then don't come tomorrow."

Hearing this, the old man waved the commemorative fan walking stick in his hand angrily: "I can't do it if I don't come! With Shixin counting on me, I might make it to eighty-five blindly. If I don't have Shixin's hope, I'm afraid I won't be able to make it through Eighty-four! Two powers benefit from each other, whichever is more important, and two powers harm each other whichever is less, understand? If you can't see Shixin acting, I, grandson, what is the tune of your song?"

"Which song?"

"Just don't be awkward about that song!"

"Oh, I want~ What's the use of this iron rod?"

"Yes! I can't see Shixin, I want~ What's the use of old eyes?"

Next to him, Qiao Hong held an apple in her hand, wiped her nose with her sleeve, and said with red eyes: "Although it's the first time I've watched this play, I still feel familiar with this play."

On the side, the old lady Zhang Mingrong grinned: "Sister Qiao Hong, we just watched it together a few days ago, why did you forget?"

Qiao Hong: "You are. We know each other?"

Wu Ming: "Hey! Sister Qiao Hong, didn't you just say hello before the opening, saying that you won't forget tonight? Your memory is not as good as that of Old Sister Zhang!"

Zhang Mingrong: "I am in the middle stage of Alzheimer's disease, and she is in the middle and late stage. I must be better than her! Are you talking nonsense? By the way, who are you?"

Wu Ming: ".Let's talk about Shixin."

Qiao Hong, Zhang Mingrong: "Shixin performed really well today!"

(ω), (ω),

Seeing the two elder sisters whose expressions gradually assimilated, Wu Ming smacked his lips.

Let's do it, as long as we have this consensus.

Behind a group of old fans.

A group of brats who were forcibly pulled in by Chen Boshi with despicable means were almost crying.

At this time, Su Sansan hugged her father's neck tightly, crying: "Dad! Dad! I don't want to marry anymore, I want to stay by your side forever!"

Su's father was panting heavily, his face was already stained with tears. Tonight, he had a drinking party. But he couldn't stand the dozens of phone calls from his daughter, so he drove back from Tiancheng to watch the play with his daughter.

Until the beginning, Su's father was still upset - tonight's wine game was related to whether the company's hundreds of thousands of projects could be implemented.

Now, after watching the whole drama, Su's father turned off his phone directly.

He has decided that even if the company fails tonight, he will never answer the phone!

Tightly hugging Su Sansan in his arms, "Girl, I'm sorry, Dad just complained about your willfulness and ignorance. I didn't expect you to be so well-intentioned! Use this way to express your love for Dad in this way. My love. Sansan, Dad will come home every night to accompany you and your mother!"

Chen Boshi at the side wiped the tears from his cheeks and cast a sidelong glance at Mr. Su.

(““))))

God is so thoughtful.

Sure enough, excessive brain supplementation is a genetic disease.

On the other side, Chen Yiyi was already crying like a twist, lying on Chen's father's shoulder: "Dad! I, Chen Yiyi, swear to God, if you get Alzheimer's, I will definitely not beat you, scold you, or give you a bad face." Oh Dad! I promise to take care of you happily in your old age, and I will walk away with a smile when I leave!"

Father Chen's face twitched, and after thinking for a long time, he removed the pliers that had been placed on his daughter's thighs to scare her hands to death. Instead, he hugged the daughter in his arms tightly, and said in a crying voice: "There are so many people now, I will deal with you when I go home."

Chen's mother, who was at the side, couldn't help but eat when she saw her daughter sticking to her husband like a little padded jacket. Said sourly: "Old Chen, we two. Let's ask for a few more while we are still young. Didn't you always want a son?"

Listening to Chen Yiyi's mother's make-up, thinking of Chen Yiyi's situation at home, Chen Boshi shook his head and sighed.

(ー△ー;)

It is determined that low EQ is also a genetic disease.

On the other side, a man in his forties was holding glasses in his hands, watching a group of children around him crying, with a look of relief.

Seeing the group of children accompanied by their parents, Chen Boshi was the only one who was alone, so she couldn't help leaning forward: "Son, did you come by yourself?"

After confirming the look in his eyes, it was a stranger he didn't know, Chen Boshi curled his mouth: "No. I came with my grandma."

"What about your grandma?"

"Here, I'm playing with her old partner, so I don't have time to talk to me."

"Oh boy. Boy, are you classmates?"

"right."

"Which school?"

Facing this question, Chen Boshi frowned, did not answer, but looked at the middle-aged uncle again. Pointing to the southeast direction of the theater hall.

＼(;￢_￢): "Uncle, before you continue to inquire about this fairy's personal information, I want to remind you. If it is a human trafficker, the nearest police station is only three minutes away from here. If this fairy who is under the age of sixteen is cute, you know that it starts in three years, right?"

What a child! ?

Safety awareness is so strong!

(.;:beneficial:;.)

Looking at Chen Boshi's vigilant eyes, the middle-aged man hurriedly waved his hands and explained: "Don't get me wrong, I am the vice principal of No. 3 Middle School, Lu Jianming. Here, here is my business card."

After getting the business card and looking it over carefully, Chen Boshi breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and bowed: "Hello, Principal Lu! We are in Class Three, Grade Two, No. 1 Middle School, and I am the class monitor, Chen Boshi."

"Chen Boshi?"

After thinking about this name for a long time, Lu Jianming suddenly remembered it!

"Hey! Are you the student who won the first place in the city's Mathematical Olympiad and Chinese Composition Competition last year? I've heard of it! It's a pleasure to meet you, children! Did you come to watch the drama today spontaneously?"

"It can't be said to be spontaneous. Our No. 1 Middle School has always attached great importance to the cultivation of students' spiritual civilization. We have always done this kind of extracurricular humanities and culture under the guidance of the school. Why? Don't you have it in No. 3 Middle School? "

"Forehead"

Faced with Chen Boshi's soul-touching question, Principal Lu blushed.

sorrow! I'm depreesed!

Look at the kids from other schools!

It's nothing more than her academic performance is against the sky, even these corners and corners are so good!

Look at the kids in your school

Alas, don't say it!

Don't fight with anger, don't fight with hate!

Principal Lu, who was determined to kill, twisted his face and let out a dry laugh: "This, this, actually, the three of us are also doing it. But after today's drama, I saw the bridge between the students in your class and their parents. Emotion, I think No. 3 Middle School will step up efforts in filial piety education in the future!"

Gritting his molars secretly, Principal Lu was already thinking about the grand plan of fifty post-reviews for the next semester.

What else is there to wash mom's feet, rub dad's back, scratch grandma's itch, and cut toe caps for grandpa

＼＼\\(`д)//／／

Give him everything that can be fixed!

"Oh." Chen Boshi nodded and frowned: "Then you can learn from our principal."

"Definitely, there is a chance."

Seeing the embarrassment on Principal Lu's face, Chen Boshi chuckled and shook her ponytails slightly.

(ω)

"Today is a great opportunity! I'll call our principal now to ask him to come over. I'll treat you, let's have a milk tea together later."

Looking at Chen Boshi who took out his mobile phone and dialed directly, Principal Lu's wall is already broken-why don't I have such a student!

"Heh, heh. How can I let you treat a child, I invite me to treat you."

Aside.

A young man with thick glasses put the last tissue on his nose.

puff!

With two streams of snot coming out, he choked violently again. Regardless of wiping the snot off his hands, he took out the notebook in his bag and unscrewed the pen.

In the past three years, the most wasteful drama - "Only You Are My Unforgettable Concern" drama review.

Shuashuashuashua, two lines of vigorous cursive script on the notebook form a huge title!

PS: Two chapters in one, double the cuteness, not adding more is better than adding more. Thank you [too awesome] leader for rewarding Zici, okay! (づ￣ 3￣)づ