I rely on live broadcast to sell elixir

Ye Yao brought Ye Huaquan a glass of water with ingredients, and forgot about the follow-up matters.

As for whether Ye Huaquan should go to the hospital, what people would think of him, or how the whole family fulfilled the picture of fatherly kindness and filial piety, it had nothing to do with him.

After staying at home for another two days, Ye Yao sold medicine live every day.

Every time he goes online, he is always there, and the gifts are never stingy. From the initial panic, he has calmed down.

"Could it be that you are used to being taken care of by others?" Ye Yao collapsed on the sofa, holding his cheeks and sighing.

Can't be so depraved.

Refining medicine has to be innovated, it is always a product, the audience will soon lose interest, Ye Yao can't imagine how he will feel if one day * does not appear in the live broadcast room.

I'm going out tomorrow to find some new herbs.

Ye Yao secretly made a decision, took the pot and turned on the camera.

Fans who received the anchor's online push quickly gathered in the live broadcast room, shouting "Daddy Daddy" very happily.

"Bosses who have received the medicine before, don't send private messages any more, and give other friends a chance." Ye Yao skillfully flipped the medicine in the pot while speaking.

"There is no need to consolidate the curative effect, don't worry, once it is good, it is good, there is no need to waste money to buy a second one... Do you think it is too much money?" Ye Yao sighed, "If you think it is too much, you can give some to the poor little anchor. As a gift, I'll blow you a kiss, you won't suffer."

[A man who doesn't even show his face actually said such brazen words! 】【Unless you sing us a song!Otherwise, I won’t be swiping gifts today! ——The kind of loli voice! ] "No!" Ye Yao's voice was full of panic, "What gave you such thoughts!"

【Come on, come on~】

[If you sing, I will shower you with meteor showers! 】

[I'm touching my wallet and preparing to eat pickles next month, does the anchor really not think about it? 】Ye Yao firmly held the bottom line: "The anchor is not selling himself, you are insulting my personality!"

[Yo yo yo~ This stubborn little look~ What if the *boss wants to hear it? 】【Hahaha!That must be a quick slap in the face by the way! 】Ye Yao is serious: "No one can come! Principles are principles! Don't even think about—"

[*Send a meteor shower in your live broadcast room, the moment is bright, and meet you, I hope the romance in your heart will never change! ] "Principle...principle..."

Ye Yao's voice suddenly drifted away.

"Well... it's not impossible to make an exception once in a while."

[? ? ?hello?Broadcaster, are you okay? 】

【Does your face hurt? 】

[The principle is to feed the dog? 】

"Hey, you guys don't understand..." Ye Yao just stared at the blue vest that appeared above the viewer list, "* is the first 'Guardian of the Planet' in the live broadcast room, of course there are some preferential treatment..."

【You can also act a little bit more double-standard 2333...】

【Ever since the *boss appeared, Dad's face is swollen every day! 】

[Okay, if you say preferential treatment, it is preferential treatment. I just hope that when I also sign up for "Guardian of the Planet" one day, this preferential treatment will not disappear. 】Ye Yao's cheeks are a little burning.

【*: Headphones are already on. 】

【Hahaha! *The boss's real body reminds me to sing!Dad, where do you want to escape this time? ] The "principle" that Ye Yao insisted on was defeated in an instant.

He sighed resignedly, and clicked on the music library.

Ye Yao can sing.

He was ignorant when he was very young. He looked at his mother unhappy every day and didn’t understand why. He would just jump up and down in front of her and sing the nursery rhymes he learned from kindergarten, learning from ducklings and rabbits. When he smiled slightly, he felt happier than eating the ice cream that his mother forbade him to eat.

Later, when Shen Qingqiong was gone, this habit of singing remained. When he was sad, when he was afraid... as long as he hummed the tune, it was as if his mother was still there, and he could still look at him with a smile, and he would calm down .

Ye Yao lowered his eyes and clicked play.

"Talk to me gently.

"You have a thousand words in your eyes.

"Don't bow your head in sorrow.

"Please don't cry either.

"I know how you feel.

"I used to be just like you."

……

Humming softly with a simple accompaniment, Ye Yao's voice is clear and clean, without hoarseness or vicissitudes, just like a boy talking about the past in a low voice, but with a touch of nostalgia and sadness inexplicably.

The live room was quiet.

"Baby, I still love you.

"Please don't cry tonight

"The holy light still illuminates you

"Please don't be sad for me..."

The ending is close to a whisper, like a child who has lost his mother sobbing, but still bravely faces tomorrow with his mother's blessings for him.

Ye Yao closed his eyes, and those few warm memories flashed in his mind.

Mother……

At the end of the song, there was a full minute of silence in the live broadcast room.

Ye Yao's eyelashes moved slightly, but he didn't open his eyes.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm the fluctuations in his heart and the moisture in the corners of his eyes.

The barrage slowly appeared.

[I... I actually cried? 】

[Although I don't have any musical talent, I think the anchor sings very well. 】【There is a faint sadness...】

[For some reason, I thought of my mother. Since I came out to work, I haven't been home for almost a year. 】【Decided to buy a ticket to go back to my hometown this weekend! 】

[Anchor?little brother?are you still there? 】

"Yes." Ye Yao tried his best to make his hoarse voice sound normal.

【Why do you think my little brother is going to cry...】

[So distressed, woo woo woo! 】

Bu Zhong looked at the screen, and a place in his heart was pressed gently.

The little anchor's face couldn't be seen, but he could feel the slight trembling of that body.

I was...

Have you ever felt so sad when you lost your parents?

He doesn't remember.

In the depths of the brain, there were only screams of panic and the smell of blood, and the face was covered with head and face, disappearing bit by bit with the heat of life.

From that day on, he would wake up suddenly from his dream every night, and then sit upright under the bright light, waiting for the absurd feeling of weightlessness to fade away.

He moved his fingers and suddenly wanted to say something to the little anchor.

【Wow!Someone here can sing so beautifully! 】

A line of purple characters suddenly appeared in the live broadcast room.

Ye Yao was taken aback.

Different levels of Chenguang users have different colors, and purple can only appear on one kind of person—the host.

Is there another anchor coming to his live broadcast room?

Before he could react, the audience in the live broadcast had already exploded.

【Ahhh!Brother Momian! ? 】

[Oh my god my god!Why did my little Mianmian come here! ? 】【In my lifetime!Mianmian, you haven't broadcast live for a long time since you went abroad!Mom misses you so much! 】Unless the colored vest is banned by the anchor, it will have the right to open the mic freely by default.

Ye Yao saw a small light flashing in front of the purple horse, and a gentle and pleasant voice said with a smile: "Thank you for your concern, I have settled down abroad, and I am coming back today, but not long after the live broadcast, fans told me that there is An anchor who sings very well, I am curious to come and have a look.”

He smiled a little when he spoke, and it sounded light and sweet, soft, like cotton candy stuffed into his mouth.

It seems that many people in Ye Yao's live broadcast room have heard his live broadcast, and suddenly they couldn't bear it anymore.

[Mianmian's voice is still so nice! 】

【Welcome back! 】

[I'll go give Mian Mian a gift in a moment! 】

[Get ready to eat dirt and walk away next month! 】

This "kapok" only appeared for a few seconds, and it seemed that he completely overshadowed Ye Yao's limelight, and regarded the live broadcast room as his home field.

Ye Yao watched quietly without speaking, knowing it in his heart.

this……

Probably because it has been too long since the live broadcast is in urgent need of popularity, and the big anchor is afraid to move, so he finds himself, a new anchor with not few fans but not deep roots, as a stepping stone for his return.

"Thank you, everyone, thank you." Mu Mian thanked all the way, sounding very grateful, and with his nice tone, immediately made more people "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh".

Mu Mian didn't seem to realize that he had taken over the magpie's nest at all, and glanced at the anchor's viewer list, and suddenly found Hua Dian: "Guardian of the planet!?"

His tone was extremely surprised: "I didn't expect you to have such high-ranking fans not long after the live broadcast."

Mu Mian sighed enviously: "It seems that the anchor is really good."

The fans who came in with Mu Mian couldn't stand the frustrated tone of his host, and immediately comforted him.

[Touch!It’s okay, it’s okay, we’ll swipe for you when we get back, let’s swipe a few more, don’t envy others! 】【By the way, is this boss interested in listening to our live broadcast?Mianmian's singing is super nice, I promise you won't regret it! 】【Yeah, yeah, after all, this is just a small broadcasting room for bloggers to catch people's attention. They use the name of alchemy to attract fans. Wouldn't it be boring to watch it every day?Our Mianmian is different, every song we sing is so good that we can repeat it a hundred times! ] Ye Yao clenched his palms tightly as he watched the barrage rolling past in disorder.

Not long after he came to Chenguang, he didn't want to make trouble with others, but when Mu Mian and his fans saw that he didn't speak, they pushed their noses on their faces with an innocent attitude, and even went further and further to woo fans. !

The first to give him a gift, the first to buy his medicine, so far the only person in the list of gifts* has a completely different meaning to Ye Yao, he can bear other things, but this is the only one he can't bear.

His eyes gradually turned cold.

On the other side, Bu Zhong frowned slightly.

The little trick played by the anchor named Mu Mian was put in front of him, just like a kid who came out to show off his power in underpants. It was ridiculously naive, and he wouldn't even take a look at it in normal times.

But for some reason now, he always felt a faint anger welling up in his heart.

The little anchor he is optimistic about, the title of "Guardian of the Planet" he acquired so many meteor showers, is he just letting other cats and dogs step on the top?

【*Is the boss not talking? 】

[If you don't speak, you will acquiesce hee hee...]

Mu Mian's fans are trying to show off their cuteness, and even persuade him to let * go now.

Ye Yao couldn't bear it anymore: "You..."

"—Are you beggars?" A deep and mellow voice sounded faintly in the live broadcast room.

In an instant, the barrage of frenzied swiping screens disappeared as if the still button had been pressed.

Only a man's voice was heard in the live broadcast room, with a slight sarcasm in a calm voice: "No, I made a mistake."

"Run to other people's places to grab other people's food, you are not even as good as beggars."