Dressed as a villain’s own mother, I became a popular child variety show by relying on sand sculptur

"Don't worry, tell me again, how did you find this place?"

In the front hall, the director was sitting on a chair, leaning forward slightly, pretending to be "I'm listening", with a serious look on his face.

Opposite him was an old chair, with an old man with white hair sitting on it.

The old man's clothes were shabby, and his navy blue coarse trousers had several patches sewn on them. He sat a little stiffly. He wanted to stand up several times to speak, but the staff behind him gently pressed his shoulders and sat back down.

"Don't worry, just sit down and talk."

The old man turned his head, tremblingly thanked the staff behind him, and then added some more information to the director.

"I couldn't find it last night. It was still there at six o'clock." The old man stretched out his rough, cracked and calloused hands and made a 'six' gesture. His dark face covered with ravines showed a look of helplessness and heartache. , he shook his head and repeated it again, murmuring: "...the one still there at six o'clock is a white duck, weighing five kilograms. This white duck is very smart. It can fly over the wall by itself. By night I can find my way home and never lose it.”

Perhaps because of his anxiety, the old man's words were a little confusing.

The director and the staff looked at each other and asked, "Old man, I have no other intention. I just want to ask you, how did you know that this duck is here?"

In other words, who told the old man?

After all, with such a big program team, how could they possibly steal ducks from villagers?

The old man looked sad and pointed to the black duck in his arms: "It showed me the way, so I came here."

At this time, everyone's eyes fell on the old man's arms. A black duck curled up obediently in the old man's arms. It was completely black without a trace of color. Its long beak showed a beautiful and shiny orange color, and it was dark. And Liang's two small eyes moved back and forth, as if he could understand the speech of the human in front of him.

"Is this duck leading you?" The director's eyes widened slightly, and he couldn't believe it.

Duck leads the way? This is simply sensational.

To the ears of young people, this story undoubtedly has a touch of unpredictable mythology, but in the eyes of the older generation, it is not unusual for a duck to lead the way.

The old man nodded, and gently stroked the smooth black duck feathers with his rough big hands: "They are usually the best friends. They always go to the river in the village to peck for loaches together. Today... today they haven't eaten all day. "

When he said the last sentence, the old man couldn't help but sigh.

In his words, the duck seems not to be a fowl, but like his child.

The director was silent for a while, and everyone was looking around, searching or recalling whether they had seen such a white duck.

No one noticed that Shen Han, who was hiding in the corner, had his eyes wide open and beads of sweat already appeared on his forehead.

"Is that the duck?"

A clear and sweet female voice suddenly came. Everyone was startled and headed towards the door.

Leng Qingqing was carrying a half-mouled dead duck and happened to step into the threshold when he heard a "clang" sound!

The duck-hunting old man stood up suddenly, showing speed and strength that were inconsistent with his appearance, and overturned the chair behind him to the ground, making a loud noise.

"This, this is my duck!" The old man walked over quickly and snatched the dead duck, his eyes were already red.

The white-haired old man, who was over seventy years old, asked the young girl in front of him with red eyes: "Did you steal my duck?"

Leng Qingqing denied: "Of course not. Do you think I am someone who can do such a thing?"

The woman's eyes were as bright as radiance, and there was no hint of guilt in her eyes.

After looking at her for a few seconds, the old man's tense back gradually relaxed. He lowered his eyes and looked at the dead duck in his hand. His old and slack eyes blinked, and a drop of hot tears fell on the back of his hand.

"Then who killed my duck?" The old man started to cry.

The black duck in his arms didn't react when he saw the corpse of his companion. He half-closed his eyes and seemed to be sleeping but not sleeping.

Leng Qingqing couldn't stand the scene, so she looked away and looked around the field, landing on Shen Han's guilty face.

She narrowed her eyes slightly: "Chen Han, come here."

The old man wiped away his tears, raised his tear-stained face, and looked in the direction she was looking.

Like an old man, everyone looked at Shen Han with dozens of pairs of eyes.

Shen Han felt weak in his heart, as if all his strength had been drained from his body, and he hid in a corner and refused to show his face.

Ellie stepped forward, covering his figure, with a condemning and righteous tone: "Qingqing, what do you mean? Do you suspect that our Xiaohan stole the old man's duck? Suspects need evidence."

There was no suspicion in the deserted scene, she had already confirmed it.

The word "guilty" is written all over this kid's face, and she wouldn't be able to tell it unless she didn't have eyes.

The director stood up and stopped Leng Qingqing: "Qingqing, forget it, how could it be Xiaohan? He is a child, how can he have such strength? He must be an adult to break a duck's neck."

Leng Qingqing actually suspected Shen Han, which puzzled everyone present.

A normal child would have nightmares for three days if he saw a dead duck, let alone breaking the duck's neck with his own hands.

Seeing someone speaking for him, Shen Han suddenly felt confident. He pushed Ellie away and stood up, parroting: "Leng Qingqing, suspects must have evidence!"

It was dark last night, and the duck flew behind the hut by himself. There was no camera, and there was no third party!

Shen Han raised his chin, arrogant and arrogant.

On the small table beside him, Huo Yanheng watched all this quietly, his dark gaze falling directly on Shen Han's back, his eyes unblinking.

Things have developed to such an outrageous level that even netizens in the live broadcast room couldn't stand it and spoke for Shen Han one after another.

"Leng Qingqing, what's going on? Do you have to target a child?"

"Shen Han is just a naughty kid, how could he be so bad?"

"Mullet roe, it's deserted, don't take the narrow road."

"Xiaohan is so pathetic, Leng Qingqing, just be a human being!"

"Isn't this really a script? I have some doubts about Leng Qingqing's mental state..."

The wind direction in the live broadcast room suddenly changed, and even the fans could not stay clear of this trend, so they had to turn off the microphone.

The old man's cheeks were stained with tears. He gently stroked the black duck in his arms, "You should have seen it at that time, right?"

Shen Han wanted to laugh when he saw it. What does a duck know? Even if it sees it, it won't speak.

The next second, Black Duck suddenly opened his eyes and looked directly at Shen Han.

Before anyone could react, the black duck suddenly flew out of the old man's arms, flapped its wings and pecked at Shen Han!