Senior Superstar

  Chapter 524 If you don’t read the past, the future won’t welcome, our old Li is all about supporting the edge! (Look for a monthly pass!)

  Following Li Shixin for such a long time, the old fans’ legs have long been smashed and can’t be tied.

  If it wasn't for Li Shixin to return to Rongdian to do anime for a month, if it wasn't for Liu Feng's accident, the summer travel plan of the new fan group might have been finalized and put into action.

Although it’s a long journey to Beijing this time, the old fans are all there—except for Qiao Hong, Zhang Mingrong, Zhang Weiyu, and Liu Feng’s four generals in the wheelchair group, even Chen Boshi and Ling, Yi, Ai, San , A few little girls, all came over.

  In the courtyard of Zhao Jinzhi's house.

  Looking at the little girl who was about to take the entrance examination, Li Shixin frowned.

  "Non-year-old, shouldn't you guys go to school?"

   Chen Boshi, who was deducted from the new year's money before entering the door, was obviously a little unhappy.

   Facing Li Shixin’s question, he hummed and glanced aside his little mouth.

(ー`ー): "It wasn't because of the Daily News that the Communist Youth League contacted the school, saying that it wanted us to come to Beijing as a student representative of the country's first spontaneous memorial to the martyrs' cemetery and go to schools in various regions to give a speech. I knew it earlier. I lost my pocket money this time, and the ghost ran all the way over, wow!"

Oh?

  Hearing what Xiao Nizi said, Li Shixin arched his old face with a kind smile.

   "Poor eat chicken and rich express, although you are poor, but you are also stronger!"

  Drops!

   Get an additional [Resentment] cheer value, 125 points!

   "I believe you a ghost!"

  Looking at Chen Boshi holding a lollipop and looking at himself with contempt, Li Shixin raised his eyebrows.

   "Old Wu! Haven't you noticed that since you restricted Chen Boshi's pocket money, this kid has been attending more and more?"

  Aside, Wu Ming who was helping to set up a table in the yard was taken aback.

   "Hey? Shixin, you said that, it seems that this is really the case!"

  ()()()();

  Alongside, Lingling and Liuliu, who just joined the fan club, have grown up with their mouths.

The head of    is so smart, but he was pinched by this old man with a word of his life. Okay, it’s terrible!

   Kindly patted Chen Boshi's head with a dull gaze, and Li Shixin returned to a group of old fans with a smile.

   Seeing Li Shixin tidy up Chen Boshi again, the old man Liu Feng laughed so much that his dentures fell out.

   "Shixin, haven't things been done for the show?"

   Before Li Shixin could answer, An Xiaoxiao, who squatted on the ground with a chicken leg and ate his face covered with grease, raised the chicken leg high and sprang from the ground.

(●ˇˇ●): "That's inevitable! Uh, hey, you guys are late, and you haven't seen the majesty of the teacher in CCTV today! The dean of the National Theater, who wants to recognize Master as a brother . Guess what do you think?"

  "The Dean of the National Theatre?" Zhang Yaozhong was taken aback when he heard An Xiaoxiao say this!

   "Guy, that's the next step in culture! If you climb this relationship, then Shixin's future will be easy! What did Shixin say?"

  Faced with everyone's curiosity, An Xiaoxiao straightened back tactically.

  (): "Would you rather match?"

  (): "I'm telling you that the master gave him back at that time! At that moment, I thought Master was so handsome! It's almost a male god!"

  (-Ω-)-ω-)-ω-);

  Looking at An Xiaoxiao’s description, a group of old fans rolled sweat on their foreheads.

   "Shixin, this is for death!"

  Looking at a group of old fans being frightened by An Xiaoxiao and taking out quick-acting heart-relief pills, Zhao Jinzhi directly listened to three or four. Until now, she didn't know what was going on in the morning and pressed An Xiaoxiao down.

   Then, I re-examined the general situation with a group of old fans.

  After listening to Zhao Jinzhi's clear narrative combined with the situation at the time and her own guess, the beating hearts of a group of old fans calmed down.

   "That said, Sexin's background is scary."

"The seniority of the Hongqi Repertory Troupe is now. You are at the Patriarch level, right? But Shixin, according to Xiao Zhao, your former brothers are not good. You will not be good in the future. Is there any trouble?"

   "I just said, I said why I am so rare! Sure enough, there is no problem with the aesthetics of my old lady!"

  Looking at the different reactions of the old fans, Li Shixin waved his hand with a smile.

  "Any generations and generations are all imaginary. What does Lao Li do? It's an acting. Art is derived from life. I am Qin Shihuang's father. How to act is not to be acted?

  As for whether others can trouble me, this is not a consideration.

   is so old, what's the point if you look forward and think about whether there are any? Those who do not welcome the future and do not provoke me are those who do not exist. If you don't read the past, the future won't welcome. Me, I just have a good time. I used to come here with the big guys like this, but I will still live like this in the future.

  You guys, don’t worry about me. Hurry up and eat. I guess that CCTV's side will have to be recorded in the evening. Then I will tell the director. When we finally record the whole scene, I will ask you for a live ticket for the front row. Have a good time! "

"Hey!" After listening to Li Shixin, the old man Liu Feng slapped his thigh and gave a thumbs up: "Shixin, you think so, but you are more like an outsider than the invisible generation that can't be grasped! Sun! Hurry up, give me a compliment!"

  On the side, Liu Feng's grandson licked two rows of white teeth, and gave a thumbs up like his grandfather.

   "Lord letter, transparent!"

   "It's okay, okay." Seeing a group of people around Li Shixin with no intention of eating at all, Zhao Jinzhi smiled slightly and picked up his chopsticks.

   "Shixin came back to your kitchen in advance in a hurry, and the dishes were cold for a while."

   "Come, come, eat, eat! After eating for a while, let's go to the Forbidden City for a walk!"

   "Go!"

  Following Zhao Jinzhi's greeting, a group of old fans picked up chopsticks one after another.

   Seeing An Xiaoxiao, who has always been the most active in eating, frowned and seemed to have something on his mind while standing at the table, Wu Mingqi was surprised.

   "Little, why don't you go to the table?"

   Facing Wu Ming's urging, An Xiaoxiao blinked big eyes.

   "Teacher, doesn't that mean that the group of actors in the national dialect will call me Shigu from generation to generation?"

  Ψ(｀灬)?

  Li Shixin, who was holding his chopsticks and preparing to pick up dishes, paused slightly.

  It’s been three hours for this special thing, did your reflex arc come over?

   raised his eyebrows, Li Shixin clamped the slippery sauerkraut fish that hit the chopsticks, and slowly put it in his mouth.

   "More than that, if you really rank in seniority, some have to call you a teacher."

  Uh heh heh?

  (`)

  With an extremely inflated smile, An Xiaoxiao sat on the table.

   "Who will serve the bowl of rice for my master's milk?"

  After a group of old fans ate and rested, they started the free action mode under the leadership of Liu Feng's grandson and Wu Ming.

  At around six in the afternoon, Li Shixin also received a call from Liu Wenqiang, saying that the stage side had already made a set plan based on his script.

  In the next two days, Li Shixin took Zhao Jinzhi and An Xiaoxiao to start a nervous recording on CCTV.

   Although "China in Stories" is relatively new in form, it still belongs to the category of variety shows. It is played after recording and editing.

  It was so busy for two days, until the afternoon of the fourth day after Li Shixin arrived in the capital. The sixth episode of Li Shixin's "Reminiscence of Ma Lan-321" was officially recorded and broadcasted.

  Returning to Zhao Jinzhi's home again, Li Shixin let out a long sigh.

  Having been busy for three or four days, he finally implemented all his plans.

During the lunch break at noon, he took advantage of the time to eat and went to Xu Huailie’s place. "The Rabbit" on the farming channel will be officially broadcasted at 5:30 tonight. The sixth issue of "China in Stories" will be counted. The feet are next to the feet.

  The exposure this time is enough!

  Looking at An Xiaoxiao, who was tired and stuck in a rattan chair in the yard, motionless. Li Shixin raised his brows and took out his mobile phone.

  I am ready here.

  Sand sculpture leeks, it's time to open!

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  (End of this chapter)