Qi Xingchen's hand shook, and his mobile phone fell on his face.

Coincidentally hit the injured bridge of the nose, Qi Xingchen's painful eyes were golden, but he still couldn't believe it. He poked into Bai Ye's homepage and clicked "his attention".

The three eye-catching characters "Qi Xingchen" are lying at the top.

Yes, the hero did pay attention to him.

As a top traffic of more than 80 million and nearly 90 million fans, Baiye's drainage effect is unprecedented. With only a single click of attention, Qi Xingchen's homepage boils up in an instant.

The one with the most comments is the microblog he just posted:

[Night sky sightseeing group comes to check in]

[Night Sky +1]

[Wow, this little brother also roars. Does the handsome man only make friends with the handsome man?]

[It suddenly occurred to me that this little brother seemed to be in his night's car]

The bottom one is about going to the headquarters of Maiman TV to record the narration of Poor Travel. Qi Xingchen didn't have a car that day, so Bai Ye sent him by the way.

[Ah, ah, I also remembered it. He also brought water for Brother Ye, didn't he?]

[That's right, so, I suddenly feel that there may be something wrong with them]

[The upstairs is clear! I took a look. Of the six guests who recorded "Poor Journey", Brother Ye only paid attention to Qi Xingxing!]

[rwkk...... It's true! Damn, if there is really a problem... The two Night Star are so beautiful! Ah, ah!]

...only pay attention to him?

Qi Xingchen thought for a second, and there seemed to be no other guests in Bai Ye's attention just now.

What does he mean?

Then Qi Xingchen's face turned red. What's wrong? What's wrong with the two men?

And will Bai Ye be like glue in the end with Tao Tao? Do they have an official match?

These fans are really... What kind of cult!

Fortunately, they didn't have contact before, and there are only a few cults. Not long after, members of Baiye's anti-black group and Du Wei came to control the comments and pressed the comments of cp to the bottom.

Among them, there were many people who scolded Qi Xingchen. He selectively ignored it, thought for a moment, and returned to Guan Baiye.

When he finished these, he cut the trumpet of "Acacia at night". Recently, he forwarded some news about Baiye on this account every day to be honest with his identity as the "night sky".

With the hard-selling live fans, this number has nearly 50,000 fans. Qi Xingchen opened the mobile phone album and picked it up, and found two photos taken in the distance, Bai Ye in Denmark.

--Acacia at night: My brother's "Poor Travel" Reuters photo, I am very handsome! The face is huge and the skin is so good! I can, I can, I want to love my brother for the rest of my life! Picture] [Picture]

When he typed the word "I can", he was a little confused. I didn't say this before, and even there are few retweets. I have been paying attention to it silently.

...... It's really a cheap fake idol.

He promised Xiao Tie to talk about the topic at five o'clock. The next day, Qi Xingchen got up with difficulty and washed his face randomly.

While yawning and walking out, the children were already waiting for him in the yard. Xiao Tie asked, "Brother Xingxing, have you had breakfast?"

"No, I'll eat it after I tell you."

"I brought my mother's baked cake," Xiao Tie took out an iron lunch box from behind. "If you don't dislike it..."

"Cie?" Qi Xingchen interrupted him and his smiling eyes bent, "I like cakes the most. Thank you, mom for me."

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With that, he opened the lunch box and stuffed a large piece into his mouth. The quality of this cake is average and hard, which is incomparable to what he ate at Qi's house.

But he was quite satisfied. After Xiao Tie saw it, the cautious look on his face faded in an instant.

Seeing that he was eating happily, the last little girl yesterday suddenly took out two eggs from her pocket: "That... Mr. Xingxing, in fact, I also brought you food. It's the native egg just made by my chicken.

Qi Xingchen: "Take it."

The dark little boy behind the girl said, "Mr. Xingxing, I brought the milk milk from my cow."

Qi Xingchen: "Take it."

"Mr. Xingxing, I brought the apple!"

"I brought tomatoes!"

"I brought the pickles!"

"I brought..."

Qi Xingchen: "... Bring it!"

However, he can't eat all the gifts from the children, or I'm afraid that he will die on the spot without waiting for the topic to finish the topic.

In the end, these foods were cheaper for the guests.

Two hours later, Luo Qiuman finished a set of health exercises and touched the table and said, "Brother Zeng, do you have a happy event today? The breakfast is so rich."

"It's not me, it's the students of Xingxing," Zeng Er said. "It's just so that I didn't have to do it."

Liu Ziyu picked up a piece of pickle and threw it in his mouth. "Don't say, it's quite delicious."

"Eat more if it's delicious, so as not to waste their heart." Qi Xingchen, who just sent the children away.

"It's not just delicious," Zeng Er's wife smiled. "It's a great blessing for children who eat hundreds of meals like this!"

If he is lucky, he will not inexplicably wear it into the book to be cannon fodder.

Qi Xingchen thought so in his heart, and the afterglow floated to Bai Ye, who was slowly eating breakfast.

This guy didn't say a word about what he followed on Weibo last night. Qi Xingchen couldn't help whispering, "Your attention last night... It's not slippery, is it?

"No." Bai Ye looked ahead.

"That... Did your agent order it?"

Bai Ye glanced at him and said, "No."

"Did you order it yourself," Qi Xingchen couldn't believe it. "But why do you only pay attention to me and not others?"

Bai Ye: "..."

He found that this little fan was very clever when he was smart, and he was really stupid when he was stupid.

He picked up a tomato from the table and stuffed it into the other party's mouth: "Because you are blessed."

According to the usual practice, the task time is released after the meal.

In order to have more highlights, the four members of the director team changed the task overnight last night, which increased the difficulty and confrontation, and buried several guides.

Well, I don't believe that I can't cure that little goblin.

Director Zhao picked up the horn with a proud face, "Let me talk about today's task--"

"Oh, are you busy?"

At this time, a woman ran into the door, more than 50 pairs of women, wearing shabby and clean clothes, with meticulous hair behind her head.

It was Widow Sun who borrowed the quilt to Qi Xingchen at the beginning.

The yard was full of people. She stopped and rubbed her fingers on the hem of her clothes: "I'm sorry, I'll come back later."

"No!" Qi Xingchen quickly stopped her, "Aunt Sun, you can say it directly."

He promised Widow Sun that he could come to Zeng's house to find him if he had something to do. Now she is in a hurry, and there must be something she needs help.

Sure enough, Widow Sun said, "My daughter will have a wedding banquet tomorrow, but the master of ceremonies ate bad food and was poisoned in the hospital this morning. I think your child is beautiful and crisp. Do you think he can help his aunt?

There was a big video platform to record the program, which spread in the village very early. Widow Sun knew Qi Xingchen's identity as an artist.

The original master of ceremonies entered the hospital, but she couldn't catch anyone else at the last minute. Her first reaction was to come to Qi Xingchen.

Qi Xingchen always made a promise, even if he agreed, "Okay, I'll go with you."

"Alas?" Director Zhao quickly blocked him, "You are recording the program!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Director Zhao," Qi Xingchen pulled out a card. "I used the pass card to pass today's task. You record it first, and I'll plead with you in the evening.

After saying that, Qi Xingchen and Widow Sun left.

Director Zhao, who was struggling to adjust the task and was eager to trap Qi Xingchen, wanted to cry without tears.

This boy is so lucky...

Zhao Daoqi straightened his waist, and Bai Ye glanced at the direction of Qi Xingchen's disappearance and frowned.

And these Qi Xingchen can't see it. He has arrived at Widow Sun's house.

In the neat and bright hall, the relatives of the men and women gathered together, like hot pot ants, anxiously.

As soon as Widow Sun opened the door, the man's mother immediately greeted him: "I found someone... Why is it a child?"

Widow Sun smiled and said, "He is a star, and his eloquence is absolutely fine!"

"Star? I haven't seen it on TV either..."

The man's mother looked left and right. The more she looked at it, the more she felt that Qi Xingchen was like a flower, and she was not good at things.

But for a moment, he couldn't think of any other way. The man's mother waved her hand reluctantly: "Forget it, I hope it's like what you said. Hey, look, my son is so excellent. He married your girl and didn't let you do anything else. He can make a loss by hiring a master of ceremonies. Let me tell you, my mother-in-law, if the wedding banquet is not held well, I won't pay any of the master of ceremonies.

Hearing this, Widow Sun looked embarrassed and didn't say anything.

From the man's mother's attitude towards Widow Sun, Qi Xingchen can see that the man has pinched the widow, the orphan and widow, the widow, and widowed by relying on his own conditions than the woman.

"Oc."

Without hesitation, Qi Xingchen should accept it for Widow Sun, "But my price is twice that of other master of ceremonies. If I host well, you must pay according to the rules. With your family's conditions, this small amount of money should be given.

"..." The man's mother was stunned and gritted her teeth and said, "What can't afford!"

"Stars." Widow Sun didn't know Qi Xingchen's intention.

Qi Xingchen patted her arm and motioned her not to worry.

Somehow, although the child is young, it gives people a very reassuring feeling. Widow Sun acquiesced in his statement and began to familiarize him with the customs.

The customs here are not complicated. Not long after Qi Xingchen finished learning, Widow Sun took him to the auditorium to step on it.

The auditorium is located between Yangyang Village and another village. The stage is open, and the spacious floor is covered with a red carpet.

The audio, microphone and other equipment are all available, and the effect is not good. The better thing is that it is loud enough. With a howling voice, you can hear it all the way.

After watching the front desk, Qi Xingchen went to the backstage and circled. There are small things such as plastic fake flowers and bubble machines in the old cabinet.

Then, he was attracted by the red hill bag piled up in the corner.

It was a whole set of props for lion dance, because it had been put on for too long and had been covered with a thin layer of dust.

Qi Xingchen took them out one by one, gently wiped away the dirt on the lion's head's eyes, and packed them back to the Zeng family.

After writing the lines and designing the program, the hour hand went to blackjack. He put on the lion's head and made a few strokes in the yard by the moonlight.

Then patted his forehead regretfully.

If it is not a player, the lion dance requires at least two actors to cooperate in the performance!

He is the only one now. How can he dance!!

"What's the matter?"

He was so worried that Bai Ye's voice came from behind him, "Have you encountered any difficulties?"

"...Uh-huh," Qi Xingchen answered and said honestly, "I want to dance lions for Aunt Sun's wedding banquet, but I don't have enough manpower."

Bai Ye looked at the corners of his drooping eyes, "What are the conditions for lion dance?"

"The body is soft and flexible. It's better to have a little dance foundation, and I can teach the rest."

"Okay, I know."

After saying that, Bai Ye picked up the lion's coat beside him and put it on himself.

He has a very good figure, and he is still tall in this kind of costume. It's not like lion dance, but it's like walking on the runway.

Qi Xingchen's eyes were confused, and he was not sure: "You are... Do you want to help me dance the lion?"

Oh, Bai Ye couldn't help sighing.

Unfortunately, this is his own fan. He can't scold or beat him. Bai Ye stretched out his hand to hold the lion's head on the other party's head and whispered:

"It's very late, Mr. Xingxing. Hurry up and start the class."

The author has something to say: Ah, ah, I'm sorry, little angels, I came home late late today, qaq, you must forgive me!

As for the sport of lion dance, it is inevitable to hug your neck and waist. You should understand.