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Chapter 208 Recording Variety Show 5
The program team was a little dumbfounded.

So far, the recording has only been two hours, and some unnecessary parts have been cut, and the program is only half an hour long.

The two episodes are about four hours long.

But in this half an hour, Yan Qing has already deciphered the key secret room of this episode of the show.

The staff whispered, "If this is broadcast, will some viewers suspect that she took the script?"

"Who knows, but it's different for this top student to participate."

"But in this way, will the duration of the program be shortened?"

"maybe……"

The original two episodes, if this continues, I am afraid that they will only be condensed into one episode in the end.

The director touched his chin. It was a problem, but maybe there would be a different program effect.

He waved his hand, signaling to the staff not to prolong the recording deliberately, and just record according to the normal process.

In just a short while, Yan Qing has connected everyone's story lines together based on the existing evidence.

In the end, he also revealed a profile of the murderer, the urgency of the murder, and the rigid requirements of the modus operandi, which were already issues on the timeline. Although no suspects were pointed out, everyone looked at Shen most.

Shen Zui: "..."

He coughed lightly, "Don't look at me like that, do you think the murderer will be exposed so easily in the first round of evidence?"

When they heard this, they nodded thoughtfully, "That's true."

The staff immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and the show almost ended early.

It took half a month for the programs of the two cases to be recorded.

When Yan Qing and Yan Shu left, Xie Jingchen had to record a show, so he asked his assistant to drive them to the airport.

The assistant watched the two sisters enter the airport, and muttered: "I like her so much, why didn't you chase after her?"

Now that you've entered this circle, it's so difficult to think about purely falling in love.

He looked at the girl, and she didn't seem to have that kind of intention towards Xie Jingchen, which made it even more difficult.

...

When he returned to Yan's house, Yan Shu almost thought he had entered the wrong door.

The living room was in a mess, a pile of snacks were piled on the table after they were opened and were not finished or sealed.

The crumbs of the snacks are still on the ground, and the finished takeaway boxes are not thrown away, but piled up at the door.

Yan Zhen sat slumped on the sofa and played games. When he heard the door open, he thought it was the butler who had returned to his hometown. But when he turned around, he saw two younger sisters whom he hadn't seen for more than half a year.

He glanced at it, "Back?"

The tone was one-third resentful and seven-point wronged, as if crying about being left behind during this time.

Yan Shu's forehead twitched, "Are you running a garbage collection station?"

The living room was full of rubbish, if the house wasn't big enough, she even suspected that if she came back two days late, she wouldn't be able to settle down.

In her memory, the house has never been so chaotic.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Yan Qing was also amazed.

Five minutes later, Yan Shu, who found that the second floor was also messed up, was so angry that he exploded. He picked up the broom and rushed towards Yan Zhen, as if he was going to educate the son for the old mother who was not at home. Get up and hide behind Yan Qing.

"Come out! Don't drag your sister to protect you!" Yan Shu was so angry that his eyes almost burst into flames.

It's fine to make a mess of the living room, and also make a mess of the bathroom she and her sister usually use. Skin care products and other things are poured on the floor, and two or three bottles are broken, and they are not cleaned up.

Yan Zhen grabbed Yan Qing's clothes tightly in fright, "Sister Qingqing, you have to protect me, this tigress is very fierce!"

Hearing the word "Tigress", Yan Shu became even angrier, "You messed up my things, broke them and didn't clean them up, you're right!"

Yan Zhen: "It's not that I don't want to clean up, and I don't know how to clean up! My family is on vacation again, what can I do?"

Yan Shu sneered, "You'd better pack it up now, or I'll record it all for you and send it to Dad. I'll see if you want those game consoles back."

"I won't clean up! What can you do with me?!"

"Don't clean it up?? Who got used to you every day!"

"If you want to clean it up, you can do it yourself. I won't do it. Anyway, in two days, Aunt Zhang and the others will all be back."

At this moment, Yan Qing's ears were surrounded by the voices of two people, as if surrounded by 3D, and the two of them circled around her.

The two dragged her in the middle, even if they wanted to leave, they couldn't leave, and their head hurt from the quarrel, but they still couldn't leave.

Yan Qing's eyes gradually darkened.

...

Ten minutes later, Yan Zhen pulled a large garbage bag, put the bags of garbage into it, and tidied up the living room resignedly.

Next to him, Yan Shu was sitting on the sofa, kneading melon seeds, guiding Yan Zhen to work, feeling very happy.

From time to time, Yan Zhen raised her head to look at the closed door upstairs. She never knew that when this younger sister got angry, it was so terrifying, and she was completely different from Yan Shu.

At this time, Yan Qing didn't know that after this day, her image in Yan Zhen's eyes had already been on a par with Yan Tingzhou's honor as a father. It's exactly the same when teaching children with a straight face.

At this time, Yan Qing received the message as soon as he lay down on the bed.

She glanced at it, then threw the phone aside, covered the quilt, and fell asleep.

The screen went dark quickly, but after a while, it turned on again, and a WeChat message popped up.

Yan Xiuwen: Are you back home?

Yan Xiuwen: Are you free tonight, I want to chat with you.

...

In the dream, Yan Qing returned to that year, she was only ten years old.

The room was empty and messy.

A group of people came the day before yesterday and took away mom and dad. She hid in the closet at the back of the house, listened to what they said, and kept silent. She wanted to stay here and wait for brother Xiuwen to come and give him the things.

With the sound of footsteps, a flash of light flashed, and the door of the closet opened.

Wearing a Chinese tunic suit, he carried her out of the closet, who was already fainting from hunger.

Confused, Yan Qing saw the other party clearly, grabbed Xiuwen by the collar, and handed him the letter in his arms, "...Brother Xiuwen, Dad asked me to hand it to you."

Her voice was weak, and she made a small sound, which made Yan Xiuwen's heart ache.

The last time Yan Qing saw his parents was on the execution platform. Both of them were scarred and covered with blood. The bullet passed through their foreheads, leaving a hole. They looked at themselves and smiled.

Yan Xiuwen's palm covered Yan Qing's eyes, and a low voice rang in her ears, "Ah Qing, don't be afraid, your parents are tired and need to rest, Brother Xiuwen will take care of you from now on."

Yan Qing, who is already ten years old, understands everything. She knows that her parents are dead. For their ideals, there is a prosperous world that she never understands.

She knows that her parents are gone, but there will still be people who will continue to take on the responsibilities and missions they said they had, and continue the prosperous world that she never understood, until that day really comes.

(End of this chapter)