All the cubs I raise have become giants [Entertainment]

"Feng Yingdi, you must have been in love when you were a student, right?"

the hostess asked half-jokingly.

As soon as the words fell, the recording scene of the program, which was still full of enthusiasm just now, suddenly fell silent.

Feng Lang, who is as eye-catching as his glamorous resume, is the non-stop lace news since his debut.

The audience and guests all pricked up their ears.

Feng Lang turned around the phone, and waited for the hostess to hold the microphone uneasily before he said casually:

"No."

Two of his shirt buttons were loose, and he sat on the sofa bored, lazy and sexy.His appearance is unreasonably handsome, the most outstanding thing is his pair of peach blossom eyes, he seems to be of mixed race, the color of his eyes is much lighter than that of ordinary Chinese.

He was not very interested and had to appear on stage to cooperate with the promotion of the new movie, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that Feng Lang was absent-minded.

"Then you must have been secretly in love with someone?" The hostess asked resolutely, unwilling to let go of this rare opportunity.

Feng Lang froze.

He raised his eyelids, looked at the hostess, and smiled:

"It does exist."

He spoke unhurriedly, his deep and mellow voice was like a whisper, which made people's ears feel numb and hot.

The hostess touched his hot cheeks, looked at his expression, and suddenly asked, as if he had been slapped with chicken blood, "Huh? Is it a crush from school days?"

Feng Lang didn't answer right away.

He rubbed the dial of his watch, and it took him a while to come back to his senses.Feng Lang shook his head, smiled and said:

"To be precise, I was not a human being at that time."

"But he likes me very much and revolves around me every day."

"I'm very……"

When Feng Lang said this, he paused.

The hostess interpreted "not a human being" as Feng Lang's self-mockery - maybe he was a scumbag at that time and didn't cherish the sincerity of others, so he was "not a human being".She couldn't help asking:

"...Are you very regretful and guilty?"

"No." Feng Lang shook his head.

Feng Lang raised his head, his usually frivolous light-colored eyes rarely showed any seriousness.He looked straight at the camera, as if looking at someone through time and distance.

Word by word, he whispered:

"I really miss him."

Fang Huai walked into the ward on the first floor of the small clinic in the countryside with a packing box in hand.

"Fang Jianguo, you want sweet and sour pork ribs."

There was no Chinese restaurant nearby, so Fang Huai went to a very remote place to pack.The T-shirt behind him was soaked with sweat, revealing his tight and graceful shoulders.Fang Huai bent down and opened the box.

The old man forbade him to call him grandpa, saying that would make him look too old.

Different from his gray and sickly state a few days ago, today, the old man's complexion is somewhat ruddy.He ate two bites of pork ribs in Fang Huai's hand, coughed, and said:

"You're going back to China tomorrow, and I've bought your air ticket for you. I'll leave the jade pendant to you, and..." The old man handed him a strange-looking white jade, scratched his head, and thought about what inheritance he had, "My six Let me count the Q number for you, maybe I can sell it for some money."

Fang Huai listened quietly, and after a while, he showed some confusion:

"Leave it to me, don't you steal food anymore?"

"Gua Wazi," the old man patted his head, "I'm going to die."

"Oh."

Fang Huai said.

After a while he asked:

"When will you be back?"

"Dead, gone, not coming back." The old man looked at him, smiling mischievously and mischievously, not at all like a dying old man, "Are you afraid?"

Fang Huai was taken aback and fell silent.

The old man didn't feel disappointed. He coughed twice and said:

"By the way, after I die, you remember to raise my Q pet, and leave the vegetables in the farm to you."

"Oh." Fang Huai thought for a while, but didn't tell him the news that Q Chong had stopped operating.

"and also……"

The old man coughed, his complexion turned gray, and he forced a sigh of relief:

"Gua Wazi, remember, you... you have to stand tall, be seen by many people, and be liked by many people."

Fang Huai listened quietly, and frowned at this point: "I don't want it."

The small clinic has poor lighting, even in the morning, it is very dark and humid.

The old man lost his voice.

Fang Huai bowed his head, put a chopsticks of spare ribs to the old man's mouth, and said, "Fang Jianguo, eat, stop arguing."

The old man does not move.

Fang Huai was silent for a moment, and muttered:

"Q pet has been out of service for a long time, and all the vegetables in your QQ farm have been stolen."

Fang Huai paused, then said, "If you don't eat the ribs, I'll eat them alone."

No one pays attention to him.

The ECG on one side is flattened into a straight line.

Fang Huai picked up a piece of ribs and put it to his mouth: "I really ate it."

It was quiet.

Fang Huai did what he said, and swallowed the bones and the meat all at once.Then he stood up, took two steps back, two more steps, and went out.

Seeing him, the nurse on duty was stunned and asked in English:

"Mr. Fang, hello, what's the matter?"

"Fang Jianguo is dead." Fang Huai said.

His expression was calm, and after he finished speaking the last word, there was a bit of bewilderment on his face.

"what……"

The nurse didn't know what to say for a while.

The boy who had just grown up was tall and thin, with slightly curly hair, and he was so handsome that he was a bit rebellious.He usually likes to laugh, but now he doesn't.

He was silent.

The gray light of early summer shines.

Fang Huai lowered his eyelids, and after a long time, he asked the nurse in a low voice:

"What can you do to 'stand tall, be seen by many people, be liked by many people'?"

"Maybe," the nurse replied tentatively, "to be a star?"

Fang Jianguo's funeral was simple.

There were no relatives or friends to express their condolences. The pastor finished his eulogy holding the cross, and the doctors and nurses in the small clinic placed flowers one by one.

Fang Huai was calm from beginning to end.

He didn't cry, he didn't even feel the heart-piercing sadness, his expression and heart were completely blank.

After dealing with everything, Fang Huai returned to the small country house where he hadn't been back for two months, and sat on the sofa without saying a word.

Fang Jianguo booked the air ticket in advance. He will fly back to China tomorrow and transfer to the train in Haishi to go to Nanshi.

"I want," Fang Huai tapped his head, feeling a little sluggish in thinking today, and said to himself, "I want to pack my luggage, yes, my luggage."

Fang Huai stood up, picked up the radio on the table, removed the photo frame, stuffed the photo into the bag, and took two more clothes.

He opened the cabinet and suddenly found a bottle of Red Star Erguotou hidden in a corner. He frowned subconsciously and turned around to accuse:

"Fang Jianguo, you—"

The words stopped abruptly.

Twilight seeped in through the small latticed windows.

Fang Huai took the bottle of wine in his hand and let go.

His eyes gradually turned red.

A week later.

Nanshi, the junction of urban and rural areas.

Fang Huai took a disposable plastic bottle and drank some tap water under the faucet where he washed his hands.

After traveling by plane and train for a week, he finally returned to the country and arrived in Nanshi.In developed coastal cities, a bottle of water at the train station costs four yuan.

Fang Huai couldn't afford it.

After he finished drinking, he crushed the bottle casually, and wrote two words on the ground with a chalk——

"Bucker".

He was handsome, even though he was only wearing a T-shirt and overalls, he stood tall and leggy by the side of the road, attracting passers-by to stop and stare.It is far from the city center, surrounded by small fruit vendors and ten yuan a piece of clothing, which has not yet been domesticated by the urban management.

A little girl passing by couldn't help raising her phone to take a picture.Fang Huai's skin is fair and delicate, and his bones are excellent. His naturally curly hair is slightly light brown, and he has a pair of beautifully shaped eyes.

The tails of his eyes drooped slightly, giving off a sense of innocence. His light-colored pupils were clear and bright, but upon closer inspection they appeared unruly and even indifferent.At first glance, he looks a bit like a half-breed, standing upright.

Fang Huai came to the city for the first time, when others looked at him, he looked at others too.

Are girls so revealing now?And that sequin that many people are looking down at, is it a mobile phone?

Fang Huai glanced at the blue-screen elderly phone he had inherited from Fang Jianguo.

He is a real country bumpkin who has never been on the Internet.

"Isn't it a show? Sell it." Someone shouted beside him.

Fang Huai regained his senses, pulled the corners of his mouth, and nodded.

He put his right hand on his chest, bowed slightly, and saluted.This slightly formal etiquette does not appear to be inconsistent in this situation.

Everyone saw that he didn't bring a guitar or even a microphone. What was he going to perform?

Fang Huai picked up a leaf and blew it twice, the clear and sweet sound came out.He played the song "Happy Birthday to You". Although there are not many people who can blow leaves now, it is not impossible.

Everyone was a little disappointed.What's more, they booed and booed directly, and turned to leave.

"What kind of art is blowing leaves?!"

"It's still "Happy Birthday", not kindergarten..."

"Selling art? Selling face is not bad?!"

Fang Huai was unaffected, with half-closed eyes, blowing seriously and intently.

A girl holding a selfie stick passed by and stopped not far away.This girl is an Internet celebrity and the anchor of the Jinjiang live broadcast station. On the screen of the mobile phone, bullet screens flashed quickly——

[Little brother, is this a show? 23333】

[up please come closer, let's see the little brother!Landmines and bazookas are all for you! 】

[Purchasing is blowing leaves?It’s not enough to see it, I will do it too. 】

Because of Fang Huai's outstanding appearance, there were quite a lot of people around him.The female anchor was blocked from the crowd, and she could only get a blurry picture of a tall young man's silhouette and recorded the other party's singing, but couldn't get a clear picture of her face.The hostess looked at it twice, and was about to leave, saying:

"There are too many people, and our schedule is a bit tight this time, we will—"

Speaking of this, she suddenly froze.

The people around were also stunned.Then, they slowly opened their mouths wide.

A bird with dark red feathers flew over, landed on Fang Huai's shoulder, and rubbed its head against his neck.

Soon, another lovesick bird.

In a few minutes, Fang Huai had five or six birds around him, circling him attached.

In addition, there was a husky that broke free from the rope and ran to Fang Huai; a Samoyed stopped, but the owner would not go away; Sit down and sit down.

Everyone: "..."

After Fang Huai finished playing "Happy Birthday", he folded the leaves, cleared his throat and began to sing.

What he sang was a song he made up, the words were in dialect, and no one present could understand, but it did not prevent them from appreciating the charm of art.

The young man's voice was clear and bright, like a spring flowing under the moonlight, his unique and pleasant voice caught the ear very much.The dialect's libretto has a mysterious charm that spans time and space, which makes people fascinated by listening to it.

Of course, if there are people from the same place as Fang Huai, you will find that his libretto is:

"Cub, grow up quickly.

It's delicious and mellow when you grow up.

Cubs, grow taller.

Long high energy braised in soy sauce, delicious and healthy. "

Fang Huai made it up himself, and he has been singing it since he was a child, to a group of animals in his backyard.Later he discovered that besides the animals he raised, other animals also ate it very much.

As Fang Huai sang, his fingers moved in the air.Those four or five birds of completely different species seemed to be well-trained, flying neatly with Fang Huai's fingers.The kitten rested on Fang Huai's shoulders, shaking its head to the music, while the husky stood up on its hind legs and followed the rhythm.

The song is over.

Fang Huai bowed and performed another polite gentleman's salute, taking off his baseball cap to collect the money.

The person who was mocking him for only blowing leaves just now was dumbfounded at this moment.

"I'm going, I thought it was a bronze, but I didn't expect..."

"Is this scientific?! Why do I feel a bit like superpowers?"

"The young man is awesome."

And the hostess took out 200 yuan from her pocket and planned to give it to him—her live broadcast room exploded in popularity in just 4 minutes, and some fans directly swiped a deep-water torpedo!The barrage is full of "666", what else is "up, go up and hook up! My little brother is handsome!".

There were a few voices of doubt, all of which were covered up by the audience's excessive enthusiasm. After all, this was not intentional. Everyone knew the purpose of the female anchor's visit this time. To the little brother was totally unexpected.

And it is this unexpectedness that makes the 'superpowers' and beautiful singing voices in the video more real and attractive.

The hostess was also excited. She just wanted to go to the front to pay the money and get a glimpse of the younger brother's true face. Before she squeezed into the crowd, she saw the urban management team coming from a distance.

The little brother who was collecting the money was reminded by others and ran away with his bag on his back. The female anchor only saw the back of the other party leaving in a hurry.

"It's a pity," the female anchor could only say to the camera, "I'll meet you in the future."

Soon, this video was edited separately and spread on the Internet, setting off a heated discussion.

The author has something to say: We meet again!

This is a purely sweet article, purely sweet article~ not np, Gong is the one that will appear in the next chapter~

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