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In a big villa.

This villa belongs to Lao Guo’s family.

The whole family is also watching the Spring Festival Gala.

When seeing his son and Yu Qian coming on stage, Old Guo was stunned.

He had no idea about this, and his partner never told him that he would be performing on the Spring Festival Gala with his son.

There was a slightly fat woman next to him, who was Lao Guo’s second wife, Wang Hui.

"Old Guo, Dalin is on the Spring Festival Gala, that's amazing." Wang Hui said.

After hearing this, Lao Guo felt a little proud.

My son is so young and can perform on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala.

"You should go with Teacher Yu Qian. This was arranged by you, right? You and Dalin haven't seen each other for a long time. Why did you arrange for Yu Qian to go with him? Wouldn't it be better for you to go by yourself? That way you can get a good look at Dalin."

Lao Guo, who was originally very proud, suddenly had a stiff expression on his face.

My son never told him that he and Yu Qian would be performing on the Spring Festival Gala.

When I met Jiang Yu before, I was thinking about asking for a spot in the crosstalk show with my son.

But unexpectedly, my son already had a place.

Maybe it was because of what I told Yu Qian before, asking him to go find some senior seniors but was blocked before I decided to go with Dalin.

But I should also say something to myself. For such a long time, there has been no sound at all.

This is totally wrong.

Wang Hui, who was standing beside him, saw Lao Guo's expression and guessed that he didn't know about this matter: "Don't you know? Oh, this child, being on the Spring Festival Gala is a good thing, why didn't he tell his father? The same goes for Teacher Yu, he should have told you, after all, he is your partner."

Hearing what his wife said, Lao Guo's face slowly changed.

He was already in a bad mood when he saw Yu Qian and his son going on stage. Now that Wang Hui said this, he felt even worse.

"Okay, let's eat. Dalin was invited to the Spring Festival Gala because of his own ability. As a father, I am very proud of him."

Wang Hui was not in a hurry when she saw this. She thought that just provoking her for a while would be enough and there was no need to say too much.

A little bit adds up to a lot.

Although Lao Guo said he was going to eat, his attention was still on the TV.

This is no wonder, after all, it is his own son who is performing now.

He hasn't seen his son perform crosstalk for a long time, so today is a good opportunity to watch it.

At the beginning, the rhythm seemed pretty good.

But when he heard Dalin say, "There are no outsiders in our family, they are all bastards," his face darkened even more.

This is too much. What do you mean there are no outsiders in the house? They are all bastards.

Isn't this his home? What does he mean by that?

Wang Hui was also stunned when she heard this.

What does this Qilin mean?

Are you scolding yourself in a roundabout way?

She might pretend a little in front of Lao Guo, but she never pretended at all in front of Dalin. Now that he said this, wasn't he just scolding herself?

This little beast actually dared to curse me like this on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala.

"Old Guo, what does Dalin mean by that? Why does he say that? Saying that the whole family is full of bastards is just scolding us. You have to teach him a lesson."

Lao Guo also felt a little uncomfortable. It was fine for you and Yu Qian to go on stage, but what kind of script was this? It implied that there was a cuckold at home. What did this mean?

But he also knows the rules of crosstalk: "What's the big deal? There is no big or small on stage, and the rules are set off stage. This is the way crosstalk is performed. Don't you understand?"

"But this is too much, not caring about size." Wang Hui said in a low voice.

"Mom, he's not talking about us. This is our family, not theirs." Their youngest son on the side didn't care at all.

Under the influence of his mother, he never considered Qilin as his brother.

On the contrary, I was very repulsive to him.

Every time he came to his house, he never gave his brother any good look.

When Lao Guo heard this, he frowned and said, "What are you talking about? He is your brother and this is his home. How can you say that?"

When the younger son heard his father talking to him like this, tears welled up in his eyes and he looked at Wang Hui: "Mom."

"Mr. Guo, how do you talk to your son? He is so young and doesn't know anything."

When Old Guo saw his younger son’s aggrieved look, his heart softened again.

This youngest son, who had never said a harsh word to him, was still reluctant to let go: "Okay, Daddy said harsh words, but this is your brother. I am not only your father, but also his father. This is his home, do you understand?"

"I don't care, this is my home, not his home, I don't care!"

"You!" Old Guo looked at his youngest son.

Wang Hui looked at him and said, "Old Guo, calm down. Your son is still young and doesn't understand now. He will understand when he grows up. Calm down."

If Dalin said this, he would be punished.

But he still chose to tolerate his youngest son.

It's really ridiculous that people who have always advocated strict education would change their educational methods when they change their children.

It really takes partiality to the extreme.

What’s more important is that he himself doesn’t think so. Everyone else can see it, but he is just born in this mountain.

Everyone can see it.

He himself didn't feel it.

Even his own apprentice said that it was no wonder that Dalin didn't go home.

However, Dalin doesn't care about these things now.

After all, he once publicly stated that this is not his home.

Dalin's voice continued to be heard from the TV.

"There are big turtles, medium turtles, small turtles..."

"Don't be fooled by your strong appearance, but you are not as valuable as my turtle."

"Go, there's no such metaphor."

......

Hearing these lines, Lao Guo's face darkened: "I'm full, you guys continue eating."

When Wang Hui heard this, a hint of joy flashed in her eyes. It was obvious that Dalin's script made Lao Guo feel uncomfortable.

But she kept saying, "Old Guo, don't be angry. Didn't I just say that there is no hierarchy on stage, but rules are set off stage? I believe Dalin didn't do it on purpose. Calm down."

"This bastard wrote a book like this. It really pissed me off."

Although he always says that everyone is equal on stage, he sets the rules off stage.

But he still got angry when he kept calling him "turtle bastard".

"Let's go, I don't want to eat anymore!"

After saying this, he didn’t even want to eat the New Year’s Eve dinner.

Wang Hui looked at Lao Guo's back and then glanced at the TV.

A smile appeared on his face.

Although he was scolded, it was worth it as it could make Lao Guo dissatisfied with Dalin.

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