The whole company draws lots online, and the variety show is lined up

[Feng Feng Huo Huo Chuang Jiu Zhou: Are you still missing family members upstairs? Please consider me. I am just an ordinary 362-month-old baby. ]

[Give you a slap in the face: Don’t use Baidu, I tell you, this is a 30-year-old ‘kid’. ]

【Qinchona Frost: Thank you for the conversion man above, how can the child be like this, not obedient at all, you should consider me, I am very obedient. 】

[Angel Amelie: Those ugly faces above. I don’t ask for much, I just want a job.]

[Electric car: This is not a high requirement. You have to know how difficult it is to find a good job in today's society. ]

The comments in the live broadcast room were noisy, but the live recording was full of intrigue and deception.

Grandma Hua Cui immediately pulled You Qu over. She looked around at the remaining people with wrinkled eyes.

His eyes moved slightly, as if he was considering which of the remaining team members to choose.

Seeing this, old man Guanghui was not willing to be outdone. He chose friends he had known for several periods, Wen Chen and Song Chuyi.

After the group dispersed, Lin Shengpu and Bai Menggui walked to one side at the same time, tacitly understanding each other.

This attitude shows that they are a natural partnership.

Now, in less than five minutes, the situation had become very clear, and only Mu Kunyou was left standing there alone.

After looking around, he pointed at himself stupidly, with a confused look on his face.

Mu Kunyou: You all have formed teams, what about me? ∑(′△｀)? !

According to the current trend, there are only eight people in total, but now there are three teams, and one of them is bound to have only two people.

At this time, both Grandma Hua Cui and Lin Shengpu's team extended olive branches to Mu Kunyou, and he suddenly became a rich man from being a lonely person.

Mu Kunyou thought about it and finally chose Grandma Hua Cui's team.

It’s not that I don’t have confidence in Lin Shengpu and the others, but after all, there is only one old man and one girl in this team. If there is any physical work in the middle, he will have to play.

It has to be said that Mu Kunyou's idea was good, but he probably didn't understand Youqu deeply enough.

Later, when he saw You Qu's petite body easily carrying an object that he had difficulty lifting, Mu Kunyou's jaw dropped for a long time.

Of course, these are all things that happened later. The teams that have been divided are now discussing with each other what use the items in their hands can be used for.

Song Chuyi has always been a carefree person. Unlike others, she is not reserved. She observes it herself first and then shows it to everyone.

She simply waited for the people in her team to occupy a corner, then opened the envelope in her hand for everyone to read together.

Inside the envelope were several pages of letters covered with words. The paper with a white background and red stripes looked a bit old. The handwriting on it was in wild and excited cursive, and there were even a few recognizable words occasionally, which were in traditional Chinese characters.

This made it difficult for Song Chuyi, who was used to seeing simplified Chinese characters, to recognize them for a moment.

She tilted her head, squinted her eyes, looked at the letter in her hand, and read it half-confusedly.

"I'm glad to hear from you. It's like meeting you in person... It feels like a long time since we last met... I... you... I love you..."

After Song Chuyi read it over, he found that except for a few, he didn't recognize most of the words in the letter.

Listening to Song Chuyi's recitation, old man Guanghui, who was watching on the side, felt a headache on his forehead.

Finally, he couldn't help it and took the letter from her. He blew on the paper in his hand. The handwriting was very familiar to people of his age.

The glorious old man's magnetic and vicissitudes voice rang out in the courtyard. The players in the surrounding teams who were discussing the matter stopped talking and just listened silently, listening to this love letter that spanned the times.

The general content is that a boy writes a letter to a woman, and every word and sentence in the letter is filled with his bursting yet suppressed emotions towards the woman.

For some reason, the more Mr. Guanghui read the letter, the more he found it fluent and familiar.

When he read a certain passage, long-forgotten memories popped into his head and his wrinkled hands began to tremble uncontrollably.

Inside the villa, Grandma Nanwu looked at the monitoring room, staring at the brilliant old man in the camera. His behavior began to become a little unnatural, and she could see it clearly. Grandma Nanwu couldn't help but raise a smile on her face.

The housekeeper brought a few pills and a bottle of water on a plate for Grandma Nan to take.

Grandma Nan, who usually refused, was in a very good mood at the moment. She did not refuse, which was a rare move for her. She took the medicine on the plate and swallowed it in one gulp, then continued to watch the embarrassing look on old man Guanghui's face.

The housekeeper had a smile on his face. He asked the servants to pack up the things and said jokingly in front of Grandma Nan.

"If the lady is so conscious every time she takes medicine, I really hope that gentleman will be so unlucky every day."

Grandma Nan took a sip of the water at hand, trying her best to swallow the bitterness of the pill in her throat, and said with a smile.

"I had to go through all the boxes and cabinets to find this little bit of his dark history. You better stop dreaming."

She raised her hand and pointed at the butler and asked him to sit down. Having received the order from the lady, the butler did not abide by the rules. After all, he had been working for the Nan family for most of his life.

After living together for such a long time, they no longer seem like hired servants, but are no different from family members. This is why the Zhuangzi we have today is what it is today.

He bent down respectfully and bowed before slowly sitting down, his every move being that of an elegant gentleman.

Grandma Nan asked the butler to sit down and ignored him. She was full of resentment towards the glorious old man in the camera.

"Humph, who asked me to come so many times, but I didn't bring my old friend to get together with me. How long can we live at our age? It's not that we will see each other less and less."

Hearing this, the butler's smiling mouth immediately drooped again, and a hint of gloom flashed in his deep eyes.

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The speed at which old man Guanghui read was getting faster and faster. The simple-minded Song Chuyi came close to Wen Chen and was quite amazed at this situation.

"Grandpa is really good. He can read words so smoothly that I can't understand them. I admire him so much!"

Who is Wen Chen? He has a very good eye.

Old man Guanghui did a great job of concealing his emotions, and it was rare for him to show them so openly. When he thought back to his first encounter with Grandma Nan next door, it was clear to him that there was nothing he didn't know.

Wen Chen lowered his head and thought about something sad before he forced himself to suppress the smile on his face.

He thought that Grandma Nan did a great job! This melon is really delicious~(?′?`?)

After reading the letter, old man Guanghui broke out in a sweat even though the weather was neither cold nor hot.

It's not because of shame, but for other reasons.