Everyone raised their cups, and even Ling 'er picked up the small teacup.
Mr. He said," We're living the life we've been looking forward to. We miss the first day of Da Hua and also for our new guests, Lin Dong and Ling 'er. Let's drink!"”
Raising his head to look at the moon and the bright starry sky, Lin Dong couldn't help but say," When will the bright moon appear? I'll ask the blue sky with wine, I wonder what year it is in the palace in the sky!"”
F * ck, the people around them were dumbfounded! The audience in the live broadcast room was stunned!
What was going on? What kind of operation was this?
Carouse? This wasn't right either. Was this reciting poetry?
Moreover, no one had heard of it before. What poem was this?
"Dongdong, did you write this poem? It seems…" Mr. He was very curious as to why Lin Dong would say such things.
If Lin Dong had written a modern poem, Mr. He might have been a little surprised, but he wouldn't have looked like he had seen a ghost, his jaw almost dropping.
The main thing was that modern poetry and ancient poetry had different audiences. People who were not cultured could not write such good lyrics. Teacher He's education level was not low either. He asked himself, even if he was asked to write, he would not be able to write such good lyrics.
Seeing the stunned crowd, Lin Dong finally reacted. It seemed like he was acting a little too big." Sorry for the joke, Mr. He. I wrote this poem. What's wrong?"”
Perhaps, when he first started out as a cultural porter, Lin Dong was a little embarrassed, but as time passed, he let go.
Plundering? Hehe, can a cultured person be called plagiarism? That was impossible!
As long as he wrote it, whatever he thought of would be his. He was just a porter of words!
"Dongdong, I just realized…you're really amazing!”Mr. He was really impressed by Lin Dong.
Even Ling 'er, who was at the side, clapped and cheered." Daddi is so awesome! Daddi is so awesome!”
Amidst the crowd's praises, the people in the live broadcast room finally reacted.
" In the past, I thought that writing a poem in seven steps was a legend. Now, I believe it…"
"F * ck, Brother Lin Dong's cultural background must be very high. As a Peking University graduate, I can't come up with such beautiful lyrics!”
"I looked at the lyrics that little brother wrote and then looked at the book in my hand. I fell to the ground.”
"This is what a scholar should do. Little brother, turn into a fan!”
" I really want to hear the complete version of the first poem. There must be a follow-up. Unfortunately…"
"Sigh, poor baby, I hope I won't see this poem by Lin Dong in the textbook again.”
"This child is so talented, his words are like a piece of paper…"
……
After a short moment of surprise, Lin Dong did not continue, and no one asked any more questions.
After all, such beautiful words could not be written anytime.
After eating and drinking to his heart's content, Teacher He also finished feeding our four disciples and returned to the inner hall.
Just as everyone sat down, a phone rang.
"Ding, ding, ding!"
"Teacher He, phone call." Chef Huang shouted at Teacher He as he took notes.
"Hello, this is the mushroom house!”
"Hello!"
……。
Mr. He recognized her voice without any disguise." I know who you are!" Furball, is it you?!"
"Wow, you recognized it so quickly? Teacher He, tomorrow, we are going to the mushroom house as guests?”Meng Meiqi couldn't believe that Teacher He recognized her voice so quickly.
"Haha, tell me, what do you want to eat tomorrow?”
" Candy oil tuotuo, kekeke pork ribs…"
Teacher He looked at Chef Huang, who made an OK gesture." Any more?"”
"No, thank you. See you tomorrow…"
"See you tomorrow, Meiqi…"
It was too funny. He didn't even put on a disguise.
After a short conversation, Mr. He hung up the phone and everyone went their separate ways. Zifeng went upstairs to rest in a single room while Lin Dong and his daughter Ling 'er went home.
Mr. He took a shirt and walked out of the mushroom house with Lin Dong and his daughter.
When they reached the small intersection, Mr. He looked at Ling 'er, who was in Lin Dong's arms, and asked," Dongdong, tell me the truth? What do you think of our program?”
"This program has a good starting point. Relax yourself and experience the self-sufficient life of a farmer. It would be even better if the production team could be more generous.”Although he rarely watched variety shows, Lin Dong felt that this show was really good. It wasn't the kind of show that required a script to perform, it was very realistic.
"That's right, the program team is too poor!”Teacher He also joined in. Teacher He was already used to the program team's usual style, but he still had to say it when it was time to complain.
"By the way, Dong Dong, since Ling 'er likes this place so much, why don't you join us?”Mr. He looked at Lin Dong expectantly.
Lin Dong was puzzled." Joining you guys? Didn't I already join the mushroom house?”
Teacher He was a little embarrassed, but when he thought of the director's pleading, he still said his final request." Actually, this time, I'm just a lobbyist. The production team still hopes that you and Ling 'er will participate in the filming of the show as permanent guests.”
Although he was helpless, the director had just voiced out his request for his help to keep Lin Dong here.
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