I have nothing to love when I add the wrong friend

For Mo Jingshen, who had just started his summer vacation and was planning to live broadcast for a while, hurting his foot was not a big deal, but hurting his hand was a bit embarrassing.

Grandma died, plus the two days of leave before, the live broadcast has been suspended for more than ten days, and it was hard to get back on track, and this burglar injured his hand again, and it is true to say that he was unlucky.

Taking advantage of the good topic now, Mo Jingshen naturally wouldn't be lazy, hung his arms around his neck, and started the live broadcast as usual.

The game can't be played, does he still have a mouth, at least he can force him to talk about fooling people, tell jokes and sing or something, is it also possible~

The fans watched him broadcast live with his arms hanging, their hearts ached, and they kept comforting him.

Mo Jingshen considers himself a game anchor, and now that he can’t play games, he always feels that he has lost his foothold. He was afraid that the fans would not like it. My mood improved instantly, and seeing that there were a lot of questions asked, I simply answered next to each other.

"How's the injury? It's not very serious. I just smashed my foot and hurt my arm. In fact, I was too nervous last night and didn't pay attention to the injury. The police came over for a while before I felt something was wrong. Now my arm is swollen and my foot is also swollen. It is swollen, and I have to go to acupuncture every day to change the dressing, it is difficult to walk, and I can’t use my hands.”

"When is it good? I can barely move in about a week? I don't know, I will know when I get better! Everyone's body is different, so it's hard to say, I haven't done this before."

"Do you want to play games today? Look at me like this. How do you play? I'm sorry to disappoint everyone. I can't help it. I'm afraid I'll have to wait a long time to get back to the point where I can play games. I can't use my right hand. Son! Maybe you can practice one-handed exercises?"

"Pfft~ There are duets on the piano, how do you play games with two people? Find someone who can hold the mouse for me? Where can I find it? If you are single, please don't abuse me."

"I don't have a girlfriend, let alone a boyfriend! Everyone, please exercise restraint! Those who speak now are fakes, don't believe them! Don't believe them!"

"What does it mean that people like me are single? Actually, I think that being single is not impossible, but a choice. Well, I treat this issue more cautiously. What are you laughing at! Many people are now I like to be single! Inconvenient? How can there be any inconvenience?"

Mo Jingshen was in a good mood and was willing to answer any questions. The fans were immediately excited!

"May I ask what is Brother Shen's criteria for choosing a spouse?"

Soon, more and more people asked this question, and Mo Jingshen couldn't even pretend he couldn't see it.

Mate selection criteria?

He really didn't think so much about this!

Just as he was looking around in embarrassment, trying to get away, he saw his father standing at the door holding a plate.

"Dad! What have you got?"

For the anchor, the live broadcast is a two-way activity of communicating with the audience. From the perspective of others, he is alone talking to the computer.

Mo Yutang was used to seeing this look, but he was still not used to it. When he heard about the criteria for choosing a mate, he deliberately stood at the door to eavesdrop, but he didn't expect to be discovered.

"Watermelon, it is said that it has the effect of reducing swelling. You should eat more. Seeing that your hands and feet are swollen like pig's trotters, I am so worried!"

After all, Mo Yutang knew that he couldn't continue to eavesdrop, so he just went around behind the computer and sat down with a plate in his hands.

When Mo Jingshen was broadcasting live, his father would occasionally sit here and watch. Last year, he was gossiped by fans because of a novel written by his cousin. Now that it happened again, Mo Jingshen felt a little ominous.

The fans knew that Mo Yutang was coming, and clamored to see him and interact with him. Mo Yutang glanced at the barrage and looked curious:

"Are they talking to me? Can they hear me?"

Mo Yutang knew what his son was doing. He used to sit there quietly. Fans also made such requests, but he never responded. Today, he took the initiative to interact with him, and his attitude was obviously different. Mo Jingshen knew that he was afraid of getting hurt. It became impossible to play games, which led to a decline in popularity.

In his mind, his career might just be a child's play, but he still didn't want to make him sad, so he wanted to help.

Seeing a big star in the live broadcast room of the anchor, no matter whether these fans are fans of the star or not, the fans will be very enthusiastic based on the nature of watching the excitement, especially when the fan is a relative of their idol.

For the fans, it is definitely a big boon!

Mo Jingshen thought clearly, so naturally he would not disappoint his father's kindness.

Glancing at the barrage in the live broadcast room, the voices of begging his father to sing remained high, Mo Jingshen smiled with brows and eyes crooked:

"You guys spare me! My old man's appearance fee is too expensive, I can't afford it!"

On weekdays, in order not to disturb his family, and by the way to monitor the quality of the radio, he used to wear earphones during the live broadcast, and now he unplugs the earphones directly. Forked a big watermelon and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Go and eat your melon!"

The barrage was full of hahaha, Mo Yutang didn't understand the stalk of "people who eat melons", so he looked calm.He didn't realize at all that in the eyes of fans, he already had the aura to overwhelm the host.

The contrast is cute, which is really interesting!

Seeing his father sitting down next to him, his arm could just be seen in the live broadcast camera, Mo Jingshen sat down obediently, intending to continue talking nonsense.

"Listening to my old man's singing is not easy. Do you want to listen to the copycat version? In fact, his songs are not that difficult."

Mo Yutang insisted on physical training for a long time, only showing one arm to eat watermelon on the fork, his hand movements were still picturesque, and the fans were not greedy.

Mo Yutang's songs can be switched between male and female voices at will, and singing is extremely difficult, and most people can't sing well at all. Someone found a way to adapt his songs into a chorus of men and women, and the strange taste is gone, so almost no one has successfully sung it. .

Now Mo Jingshen has to get through this embarrassing period when his hand is injured and he can't play games. Game shows can still be edited from previous videos, but there is no way to live broadcast. What he thinks about is singing, telling jokes and chatting. I'll talk about it later.

Mo Jingshen has heard and seen it since childhood, learned ventriloquism from his family, and his voice can change freely. After singing a section, even Mo Yutang was a little surprised, and couldn't help but admire: "Not bad! Young man!"

Mo Jingshen has been praised by his father since he was a child. When he was a child, he could be praised for a long time if he was not picky about eating. At this time, he didn't feel so honored. He waved his hands casually, showing a humble appearance.

"Where is it? It's so-so~ The real master is right in front of you! Don't praise me!"

"I think your female voice is less soft and lingering, and more youthful. It's still different from the original singing."

"Why didn't I notice? You sing it again, let my fans hear the difference?"

"Didn't you say that the old man's appearance fee is expensive? Now there is no appearance fee?"

"Haven't you heard me sing? Is this called reciprocity? To be honest, my appearance fee is also quite expensive. If you don't believe me, you can ask everyone, it is definitely similar to you! And you sing everywhere, everyone has heard it, I sing , most people have never heard of it, you earn a lot!"

After finishing speaking, Mo Jingshen made an exaggerated upward swollen expression towards the camera, signaling to the fans to praise him to the sky, and the fans burst out laughing, shouting that he is ready to debut, while boasting without money.

Mo Yutang couldn't help laughing out loud.

He never accepts live broadcast work, because it doesn’t fit his position. It’s actually a disadvantage to help his son’s platform for free. However, Yunmao’s live broadcast is run by his own family, so there is no such thing as a disadvantage. .

Intentionally tugging at his son to coax him to be happy, Mo Yutang didn't refuse, and started singing directly.

Mo Yutang has been practicing for decades, and his singing skills are very good. Humming casually in such a simple live broadcast room is no different from that on records.

Most of the fans are young, and it is actually very difficult to accept such an uncle singer, but when he appeared in Mo Jingshen's live broadcast room, he no longer represented himself, but became Mo Jingshen's father. With the effect of empathy, the degree of favorability for him soared.

Mo Jingshen has always talked with a dry voice, and usually drinks water. Now that he has ice-cold and sweet watermelon, he is in a better mood. He eats melon with a smile on his face and listens to his father sing.

The two of them sang Mo Yutang's songs one by one like this, and it was different for the fans to listen to. The fans were also very enthusiastic and kept talking, like a carnival.

Occasionally, there are disharmonious speeches, which are immediately blocked by the super-management ban, and the live broadcast room is extremely harmonious.

Time slipped by little by little, and soon it was twelve o'clock, and it was one o'clock before I knew it.

Mo Yutang never left, and stayed by his side all the time.

Mo Jingshen tried his best to immerse himself in the joyous atmosphere, as if attending a concert.

Unexpectedly, Mo Yutang said: "Recently, there are a lot of things at home, and I am under a lot of psychological pressure. Thank you for your company and making him happy like this. As a father, I am really grateful."

Mo Jingshen was stunned, and turned his head to look, only to see his father's face was serious, his eyes were full of worry.

The eye sockets gradually became astringent, Mo Jingshen blinked, and turned his head to face the camera as if nothing had happened.

All the lights in the study were on, and there were no shadows on the bookshelves.

Except for telling the unidentified "Little Tao" about his fear, he has never told anyone in his life.

After what happened last night, from this evening until now, he has not dared to go back to his room to sleep. He always felt that a stranger could appear in the dark at any time, and when he was unprepared, he would suddenly attack him...

He knew that what happened last night left a psychological shadow after all. He thought that if he pretended to be strong to get through this period, one day he would completely forget yesterday's panic.

Unexpectedly, Mo Yutang was watching him all the time.

Obviously there is still an event to attend tomorrow, and I have to go to the airport early in the morning, but I have been with him tonight until now.

Mo Jingshen was moved, his throat was astringent, and he didn't know what to say.

"Deep, it's late, it's time to go to bed."

"Ah."

Mo Jingshen no longer hesitated, said goodbye to the fans without hesitation, and then turned off the live broadcast.

"Do you want me to hold you?"

There was only a little watermelon juice sticking to the plate in his hand, and Mo Yutang looked at him kindly.

"No, I'll walk slowly."

After a little bit of walking to the bedroom, Mo Jingshen opened the door and silently counted the lights in the room, night lights, small table lamps, large floor-standing table lamps, plus the lights already in the bedroom, a total of more than a dozen.

These are enough to make his bedroom without a shadow.

Mo Jingshen's eyes were hot, and he wanted to cry.

"Why? Are you still sleepy? Let's go, we will sleep together tonight. I was scared to death last night. I can't sleep alone tonight. You have to be considerate of me."

When Mo Yutang came over, seeing him standing with his hand on the door frame, he couldn't help joking.

Mo Jingshen burst out laughing with a crying voice.

"Come on, Dad, you sit by the bed, I'll take a picture here."

"Okay, it's another job that can't be paid for, and I'm really at a loss!"

"Haha! Don't be poor! Let me stop for a while?"

"Good good~"

The author has something to say:

Since I met the thief face to face that day, the author’s sleep quality has been extremely poor in the past few days. I am afraid of the dark at night, and I am afraid of looking at the wardrobe. I have to close the doors and windows. There are several locks on the door. I can't even breathe in my head...

It is really a shadow that will never be forgotten in a lifetime.

At this time, the love of family members is especially warm.