Longing for a Life: a Four-year-old Zombie

"All groups are ready to start the live broadcast."

After Lao Huang gave an order, dozens of staff members were all busy.

"Ahhhhhh, it's finally starting! I haven't slept all night!"

"What the hell happened to those...what happened to the poachers?"

"I don't know! Old Huang Xue is broken, and that part is blocked!"

"Looking at that battle, it shouldn't be a small matter, what's going on...the poachers won't succeed, right?"

"It's impossible to succeed, something else must have happened."

"What about my son? My son is fine."

"Which is your son?"

"Xiaoqing."

"Draw your knife! That's my son!"

"Mothers, stop arguing, I'm your daughter-in-law."

"Pfft! Can't be bothered, can't be bothered!"

"..." It's only six-ten 61.

Lao Huang, we are live streaming, you can't squeeze our personal space like this, right?"

Huang Lei held a cup in one hand and a toothbrush in the other, staring at Lao Huang closely.

"Our theme is rural life, so it has to be real.

I watched the two teachers get up, and this is the beginning."

The old man smiled.

"Lei Zi, forget it, you said Lao Huang would listen, but he definitely won't change it."

He Jiong said with a smile.

The old Huang San smiled and pretended not to hear.

"Uncle Huang is early, Uncle Huang is early, Dad He is early."

Qin Qing rubbed her eyes and appeared in the camera with her short legs.

"Ah ah ah, son, mother is here!"

"Husband, look at me, look at me!"

"Mom, it's so cute! Kiss me while no one is there!"

"Uncle Da Huang, am I the only one who thinks this name is weird?"

"Hahaha, Uncle Da Huang, that's a good name!"... There were three black lines on Lao Huang's forehead, and he said, "Xiao Qing, you can just call me Uncle Huang."

".

I think Uncle Da Huang is more like a duck, he's not old yet."

Qin Qing is very understanding and considerate.

Lao Huang's eyebrows trembled, and he was speechless.

"Old Huang, what are you doing compared to a child, Xiaoqing, this is also to praise you well."

Huang Lei watched the fun and was not afraid of big things, and said with a wicked smile.

"Pfft."

He Jiong covered his mouth in time, took Qin Qing's hand, and brought him to the faucet.

"Baby, you can call Director Huang's uncle from now on, okay?"

He Jiong gently exhorted Qin Qing while washing his face.

".

Why is Duck and Dad Rhubarb not good?”

Qin Qing looked at He Jiong curiously.

"Cough cough, that..., Da Huang, it's a little embarrassing. You should call it Uncle Director. Old Uncle Huang prefers this name."

He Jun has some headaches to explain.

"Okay, Xiaoqing got it."

Qin Qing didn't understand, but nodded obediently.

"It's so cute baby!"

After washing Qin Qing's face, He Jiong took the opportunity to kiss.

"Come on, Xiaoqing, just get up and drink some water."

For the first time, Huang Lei was so considerate and brought cold boiled water to Qin Qing.

Very sweet picture.

Sometimes you don't need to be so particular about doing a show, what kind of creativity, stalks.

A simple picture can attract the attention of the audience.

"Thank you Uncle Huang."

Qin Qing took the water cup from Huang Lei's hand after he finished speaking.

"Dad He, Xiaoqing had a dream last night."

Qin Qing took a sip and said suddenly.

"Dream, what dream?"

He Jiong asked curiously.

".

Xiaoqing dreamed that Dad He was crying, and he was so sad.

Father He, why are you crying?"

He Jiong was stunned by Qin Qing's words, and stared at him in disbelief.

I did cry last night, could it be a coincidence, but this coincidence is too coincidental? Huang Lei also looked at Qin Qing and He Jiong in disbelief.

"Hahaha, this is a heart-to-heart relationship between father and son. Honestly, did you cry last night?"

Huang Lei asked with a half-truth smile.

"What are you making fun of!"

He Jiong glared at Huang Lei angrily, then turned his head and pinched Qin Qing's small face: "Xiao Qing is dreaming, the dream is the opposite.

Xiaoqing dreamed that Dad He was crying, but it was actually... Dad He was laughing.

With Xiaoqing accompanying He's father, it's too late for He's father to be happy, why would he cry."

"All right."

Qin Qing nodded.

"Watching you show your affection early in the morning."

Wang Zhonglei also got up, put on a sports suit, and said sarcastically.

"I'm going out for a morning run, Zhong Lei, you're good at it, and you won't be disturbed by thunder."

Huang Lei interrupted in time, he knew that He Jiong had some opinions on Wang Zhonglei in his heart, so he would not be embarrassed.

"I'm used to it, I feel uncomfortable if I don't run for a day."

Wang Zhonglei smiled.

"Drink a can of teransu first and blow your stomach."

Huang Lei pointed to the table under the pergola.

"Okay, you've done the ad well."

Wang Zhonglei said so, and went under the pergola to get a can of tronsu.

After another half an hour, Peng Peng and the others all got up one after another.

"I got up very early today, it's good to be early, it's not hot."

"Drink some milk and eat a box of rice.

After eating, go to the back mountain to dig for spring bamboo shoots.”

Huang Lei said.

"It's okay to have spring bamboo shoots, but fried pork with bamboo shoots doesn't taste too good."

He Jiong said very cooperatively.

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"Oh, dig the spring bamboo shoots!"

Qin Qing excitedly clapped his hands.

"Is Xiaoqing going too?"

He Jiong asked a little worriedly.

"To duck to duck, Xiaoqing also wants to go to duck!"

Xiaoqing nodded expectantly.

"Okay, Xiaoqing can go if you want, come here, drink the rice water first, and then you will have the strength to help your brother and sister dig bamboo shoots."

He Jiong handed Mi Xi to Xiao Qing with a doting face.

"Mr. Huang, Mr. He, I can't let Xiao Hei and the others help in the future!"