The movie king also has to be called daddy [Entertainment circle]

Han Ge's homepage was harmonious, and the commentary was well controlled. Under the praise of the fans who were united, the few cynicisms were suppressed at the bottom.

[Passers-by said that Korean songs are good at everything, but dancing needs to be practiced, and the ability to be an idol is not good enough. Only relying on fans to control and comment, it will not last long! 】

[Heizi pretending to be a passer-by, get out, please?Where is my cub?Can you do a dance? 】

[Pigeons, can you stop spraying when you catch people, the upstairs is very euphemistic, okay?You really can't watch the steamed dance in your house! 】

【puff!There are also people on this floor?It’s true that you can’t see it, it’s not as good as that Ling Xi who everyone shouts and beats! 】

[Is the upstairs porridge in disguise?Don't be embarrassing here, your idol has already penetrated the heart of the earth. 】

Seeing this, Ling Xi actually wanted to laugh a little.Han Ge's fans - pigeons, and his own fans - porridge, have always been at odds.

At this moment, the rice porridge probably couldn't imagine that their idol would have to call the person they hate the most to be their father.

While imagining the magical scene, he opened WeChat casually and found a friend request lying quietly in the list.

Ling Xi thought it was some kind of advertisement, and was about to reject it casually, so she clicked on it.

It's a fucking ad.

A WeChat account called "A Delicious Rice Bowl" is requesting to add him as a friend. The profile picture is a very rough advertisement picture, with blue letters on a yellow background and a huge "Delicious Bowl".

Ling Xi's hand paused, and frankly speaking, such a rough advertisement picture looks like it was created by Baidu.

But as the saying goes, a cook who doesn't want to be a designer is not a good artist.Maybe the uglier the picture, the better the taste.

Ling Xi, who lives on takeout all year round, has indeed added a lot of merchants to WeChat, and occasionally places an order on WeChat, which is convenient and fast.Not only him, many celebrities will also add some takeaway accounts, and some picky artists have their own shops that they patronize all the year round.

Just in case, Ling Xi agreed.

I wanted to see what kind of food this restaurant had, but I clicked on the circle of friends and saw that it was empty.

It seems that it is still a new store, and the new store is good. The service attitude and hygiene conditions of the new store are still at the highest level in history.

Ling Xi doesn't know how these merchants got his WeChat ID, but it's not surprising that in the era of big data, too much information is stolen and sold.

Putting down the phone, I looked at the wall clock, ten o'clock.

He dug out the dance music video that he planned to teach his dad tomorrow, and watched it carefully several times.Although the dance of Korean songs is not very good, it is hard to say whether Ling Jianguo, a middle-aged and elderly man who has never danced before, can get away with it.

Even though Ling Xi has confidence in his professional ability, he still has doubts about his father's learning ability.

For a week, if you practice hard from morning to night, you may be able to win.

Ling Jianguo has never been interested in singing and dancing, celebrities, and gossip in the entertainment industry, and even has some contempt.This time, it is really surprising that he took the initiative to ask to learn dancing.

Although Ling Xi didn't understand what his father was thinking, it seemed that there was no other way but to do so.

The father and son, very rare, will work towards the same goal.

I can't tell what's in my heart, it's not exciting, but it's not annoying.

At six o'clock the next day, the phone rang. Ling Xi had never felt that this canon piano piece was so harsh.

"Not up yet? The sun is drying your ass! I'll wait for you at home, come here earlier." Ling Jianguo's loud voice changed his throat, and it was not so vicious, but instead seemed full of vigor.

Ling Xi was a little annoyed to get up, said "um", and squinted for a few minutes before getting up to wash.

When he arrived at Yuehua Community, his father had already finished his breakfast, and Ling Xi was eating steamed buns with soy milk, devouring them while playing with his mobile phone.

"Don't play with your phone while eating. Do you know how dirty your phone is? According to experts, it's dirtier than a toilet." Ling Jianguo ordered a daily newspaper from somewhere, and was chattering while reading it.

The newspaper industry is in a downturn these days, but it has not disappeared, thanks to his "old stubbornness".

"...When you eat, can you not talk about the toilet." Ling Xi always has the best appetite in the early morning, but now she suddenly couldn't swallow.

"Oh, don't tell me, you know disgusting people, so if you touch it, the bacteria will be eaten into your mouth." Ling Jianguo stared at the newspaper.Although my eyesight is quite good, I still hold it as far away as before, thinking that I have presbyopia.

Well, I can't eat it at all.

This is probably the reason why he doesn't like to eat with his father, and he can't catch his eyes everywhere.

From not wanting to eat at the same table, to not wanting to live together, and finally having to do half a day of mental preparation to meet each other.The more time we haven't seen each other, the more criticism there will be.

Feelings are about that dull.

After eating, the two sat for half an hour without saying anything. After drinking a few cups of tea, they started to learn to dance.

Ling Jianguo was thoughtful, and even vacated a utility room on the second floor to make it a simple dance practice room.Ling Xi said it would be best to install a full-length mirror on the wall, and Ling Jianguo didn't object, and took notes in his notebook.

Ling Xi was a little curious, wanted to ask but dared not.If this person changed his body, would his memory improve?

"It's not difficult to dance, just watch it twice." After Ling Xi finished speaking, she motioned Ling Jianguo to stand and watch, then played the video on her laptop, sang and danced along with the music, and followed the steps without any mistakes.

"Do you understand? The movements are all repetitive, and what you really need to memorize is only a dozen or so dance steps." He said simply, but Ling Jianguo looked like an enemy, and began to reflect on whether he was too conceited in choosing this path up.

"Slow down, you slow down, you're dazzled." Although Ling Jianguo didn't know how to operate, his imagination was quite rich, and he yelled at Ling Xi: "Play that music slowly, and dance slowly! This way you won't be so tired , I can see it more clearly."

"..." These old people are always so whimsical.Slow motion is the test of human physiological limits, okay? !

Ling Xi sighed, and said as calmly as possible: "Don't worry, I will teach you how to break down the movements."

Ling Jianguo seemed to be a little relieved, with a slight smile on his tense face, he said, "That's okay, I'm old, and I'm slower to learn things, no more than when I was young."

Ling Xi looked him up and down, didn't reply, played the music again, and started teaching bit by bit.

"Stand out your left foot, your left foot! That's your right foot!" After correcting his father's basic dance steps for the fifth time, Ling Xi was sweating all over his body.

An action that is so simple that it cannot be simpler, why can't I remember it.

"I know it's the left foot, isn't it because the body can't react!" Ling Jianguo was a little embarrassed, but his voice was not weak at all.It was probably the first time that he was so disgusted by his son, and he couldn't hold back his face.

In the past, he was the one who yelled at others, but when it was his turn to be pointed at and yelled at like this, even if he was his own son, it was not a taste.

Breaking away from the industry that has struggled for decades, the dignity accumulated in the past seems vulnerable.At first glance, he looked like a piece of trash.

Ling Jianguo suppressed the unease and grievance in his heart, and concentrated his energy on the dance steps.

I hope his son won't yell at him again. He is worried that he can't control his temper, and the two will quarrel again.

I finally came back, not for the sake of quarreling.

"Left foot, hey! That's right! Not bad!" Ling Xi seemed to have seen some clues from his father's face, and his voice softened a little, occasionally offering a few words of encouragement.

After studying for about an hour, Ling Jianguo shook his head like a rattle, panting and said, "No, no, no, I have to rest for a while..."

"It's only been a while since I took a break, and I've been jumping for less than 10 minutes in total." Ling Xi glanced at the phone and muttered dissatisfiedly, "If this goes on like this, I won't be able to learn it in a month. Don't take it seriously. Stage accidents, you have to pay for it.”

After taking a few deep breaths, Ling Jianguo explained earnestly while drinking water: "I can't compare to you, you are a young man, and I have old arms and legs, so it's good to be able to jump up."

Ling Xi made a "cut" and retorted: "You are one year younger than me now, and your physical strength is better. Those are all excuses."

Ling Jianguo seemed to realize this suddenly, he was stunned for a moment, and said to himself: "Yes, then why am I so tired..."

Seeing his father's reaction, Ling Xi realized that the tiredness just now was not an act, and she was a little speechless for a while.

In the past, he firmly believed that human consciousness is controlled by hormones and nerves in the body.But this time, he wasn't so sure.

A young and vigorous body, and an aging heart, who is controlling whom.

Who can defeat whom?

After resting for a while, Ling Jianguo took the initiative to ask to continue learning: "Keep jumping, I still don't believe it, such a little thing can stump people!"

Ling Xi glanced back at him, nodded, and wanted to say "Come on", but was a little embarrassed.

Why is it so difficult to say these extremely common words to parents...

Except for having a meal at noon and taking a one-hour lunch break, the two of them practiced the rest of the time.

Ling Jianguo has kept the lunch break habit for decades. It doesn't matter if he doesn't sleep at other times. If he doesn't sleep after lunch, he won't be energetic all afternoon.

While his father was taking a nap, Ling Xi walked around the villa and looked at Han Ge's study.

There are many books in the bookcase, but many of them are unopened, and it seems that there is also a problem with storing books.The only books that have been opened and creased are those that help relieve and treat depression.

Ling Xi didn't look any further, even if the original Korean song disappeared, it's always bad to look through other people's things.

Moreover, Ling Xi had a vague guess.

Maybe the boy who was laughing and joking all day was not as happy as he appeared.

After a good night's sleep, Ling Jianguo came back to life with full blood and jumped even more vigorously.

After a little review of the dance steps in the morning, I was able to go down a little bit, with only two or three mistakes.

Ling Xi suddenly felt hopeful, and felt a lot more relieved, jokingly said: "With this understanding, why didn't you become a star earlier? What kind of business..."

Ling Jianguo was also amused, panting and replied: "I want to be a star, what else can I do to you? I think when you were studying, your dad was still in the school dance team, and several teachers praised me for my soft limbs!"

"..." Ling Xi tilted her head with a smile, not bothering to refute, let's just assume it's all true.

He suddenly discovered that he actually didn't know his father well, and that he had spent too little time with him in the past few decades.

Like today, dancing and joking together on an afternoon when the sun is slanting into the bay window, I never dared to think about it in the past.

It's really a lifetime.

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