He Wangye dominates the entertainment industry

The director team also did not expect such a god to unfold.

You know, it took them a lot of effort to get Mr. Meng Chunmeng, who was living in a small mountain village for the elderly, to agree to give Bai Nian a little advice. This was based on the fact that Bai Nian himself was a good dancer.

If it were someone else, Teacher Meng would still not want to talk to her!
But obviously, neither Bai Nian nor Mr. Meng cooperated.

Amidst the wailing sound of the barrage, Bai Nian took Feng Heng to the town by car.

The nearest is a small town, and there is nothing to do in fact.

Because the director team is not human and Ke Yanran interfered, they didn't go out for a long time, and they caught up with the end of the morning market.

Holding the 100 yuan, Bai Nian took the step of denying his relatives: "I want to buy the whole market."

There are not too many permanent residents in the town. The people who sell vegetables in the morning market are all elderly grandparents. Even the people who come to shop are mostly over [-]. The two of them walk inside, it is called a Stand out from the crowd.

Almost everyone's eyes were on them.

Feng Heng frowned slightly, slightly displeased.

He pulled the little girl who was still thinking about what to buy, and turned her sideways to block most of her, blocking those eyes who were still looking curiously.

He was wearing an unusually simple, ordinary sweater that was almost exactly the same as Bai Nian's, but it couldn't stop the elegance and dignity all over his body, and when there was a slight displeasure between his brows, his aura was wanton.

The uncles and aunts all looked back curiously.

And the aunt muttered secretly: "This child is so good-looking, it looks like he can do domestic violence."

"A man who hits someone can't have it."

The radio equipment of the program group was very good, and these two sentences were clearly heard by the audience in the live broadcast room.

--Hahaha!Domestic violence men can't have it!

——Feng Zong was murdered!
——Am I the only one who notices that Mr. Feng blocks the eyes of others every year?So cute!

Bai Nian was pulled down, and she didn't pay attention, she had already calculated the food she wanted to buy.

The prices in the town are actually quite cheap. During the year, I used the 100 yuan to buy a bag of rice, a lot of instant noodles, vegetables, and even chicken legs.

The 100 yuan was spent, but the supplies in her hands were obviously enough for two people to eat for a week.

And they will only record in this village for five days.

Bai Nian said happily: "From now on, we don't have to do those cheating tasks."

She watched Feng Heng put the large and small bags into the trunk: "I have inquired about it. There are several places in the village with good scenery, and there is also a small fish pond. We can go fishing, touch shrimp, and sketch from life."

director:"……"

Aren't you just going on a spring outing?
Eat, drink, take away and have fun.

Before he could say anything, he saw that Feng Heng walked into the blind spot of the camera at some point, and the eyes that swept across him were cold.

The director was choked.

Forget it!

The two of them are in charge of traffic anyway, so it's okay if they don't play games!
Who can't afford to offend the gold master's father?
The audience in the live broadcast room watched the two of them go home at noon and cook some noodles casually, and then hang out all afternoon.

No dance practice.

There is no rehearsal.

Didn't even mention it.

There is only one sentence that is completely incomprehensible, "You remember that Wu Poyun is not Wuying".

——To be reasonable, will the director team regret inviting uncontrolled guests like them?

——I have watched the rehearsals of the other three groups. What are they going to do?
——Mr. Feng can't dance at all, even if he dances swords, he still needs rehearsals, right?

When everyone was confused, the party kicked off.

There are mostly elderly people in the village. They usually don't have much entertainment, and they don't know how to watch videos on their mobile phones. When they heard that there was a party to watch, they all rushed into the brigade headquarters at the head of the village.

There is a big stage in the brigade headquarters, just a big overhead light, and the conditions are extremely simple.

The audience followed the old man and watched the first three programs with great interest.

Singing is very nice, but it is too popular to resonate with the elderly, but only Xin Yue's fans.

Magic, the classic small ball drill bowl, Lu Yijin's performance was okay, but Ke Yanran's expression was too exaggerated, not worth watching.

The sketches are even better!With a dull face, Kong Qiongying told Sha Xiangyu, who couldn't pretend to be surprised, a joke in a calm tone.

There was sparse applause at the scene, and the canned laughter from the director's team couldn't save the bleak atmosphere.

The old people in the village lacked interest, not even for the free peanuts and melon seeds, they were about to shake their heads away on the spot.

After the skit ended, the village chief announced the start of the last program in uncommon Mandarin.

"Crack", the lights are all dimmed, there is no silk and bamboo music, and it is only vaguely like seeing a person standing with his hands behind his back.

The moonlight is cold, shining on the people on the stage, it seems like a phantom.

In his right hand, he held a sword, with a cold light that pierced his throat.

Feng Heng's footsteps moved lightly, the sword light pierced through the clouds, and the howling sword intent took away all the air in the scene. Everyone held their breath and focused, for fear of disturbing the sword energy and being killed by the sharen's sword intent.

In the month, it seems to be getting colder. The old people don't even eat melon seeds, and they huddle together and shiver.

But 1 minute of sword dancing seems as long as years.

When the man on the stage put away his sword and stood there, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Only Teacher Meng Chunmeng, she hurriedly pulled the director: "Turn on the light! I want to watch it again!"

It was already autumn, and there was a cool breeze at night, but Teacher Meng was sweating profusely.

"Even if this man doesn't move, let Bai Nian dance again!"

Barrage: "...What? Have you danced in Bai Nian?"

Are they all blind?
This is a live broadcast!

Although the lights were a bit dim, they looked at the stage without blinking!
When the awe-inspiring sword energy appeared, they were completely attracted, and they didn't notice that Bai Nian was still dancing!

But they were silent for a while, but they didn't doubt Teacher Meng's words.

It was a pas de deux, they had known it all along.

——In other words, I seem to see Nian Nian behind Mr. Feng.

——Me too... It's just that I can't see clearly after that.

——Strongly request to turn on the lights!
I don't know if I saw the barrage request.

The headlights on the stage were turned on, and the man standing with his sword was surrounded by a halo of light. His awe-inspiring sword aura was inviolable. The Tai Chi uniform worn by the grandfather who practiced Tai Chi in the park couldn’t hide his dignity. Take a second look.

It seems that looking at it more is a blasphemy against the gods.

"Pan~"

It seemed that the strings of the guzheng were broken, and the man came out with the sword, and beautifully drew a sword flower in the air.

The sword seemed to have a soul in his hand, as if he could see its bloodthirsty cold light.

But those who watched the live broadcast in the afternoon knew that this was a prop sword that the director randomly found. Not to mention seeing blood, it didn't even open the front, and its lethality was not even comparable to that of a fire stick.

But their hearts trembled, fearing the killing intent of the sword.

—Look!Every year!She is behind Feng Zong.

Someone shouted something on the bullet screen, and everyone stared at the screen without blinking.

Following the sword, a person came out of thin air and danced with the sword.

It's white year!
She is the soul of that sword!