After being forced to debut in metaphysics, I became popular

The last episode of the program arrived as scheduled.

Although all the guests were busy with their work and careers after leaving the nursing home, they did not forget to spare the schedule of the day of shooting during the tight time and gathered in a small courtyard in the old town of Binhai City .

They didn't regard it as work at all, but a gathering of friends while they were busy.

An Nanyuan had just finished a business negotiation. He didn't sleep much for several days in a row, and when he left the office building, he was so sleepy that he yawned.

His new manager asked with concern: "If you're really tired, take a break today and go to the shoot later? Get some sleep first."

An Nanyuan waved his hand, opened his rabbit-like eyes and said, "No, don't worry, there are no outsiders on the shooting side, and it's the same when I sleep at Brother Yan's house."

"If I managed to find the time, if I was late, I would definitely be laughed at by others, especially that star."

Thinking of Lu Xingxing and other partners, An Nanyuan couldn't stop laughing.

Just two days after Lu Xingxing recovered, he looked as if his scars had healed and forgot the pain, and he regained the vitality of jumping up and down, letting almost everyone know that he was back, and he became familiar in front of everyone.

Because his injuries were unknown before, it was already a miracle that he survived, and of course he could no longer be asked to work.Therefore, during the Chinese New Year, he was the one who had the most leisure time. Apart from doing odd jobs for Haiyun Temple, he had nothing else to do.

Even so, although the Taoist priests of Haiyunguan didn't say anything, they secretly felt sorry for Xing Xing and didn't ask him to do too much work, and his tasks were not even as much as that of the little Taoist boy.

Therefore, Lu Xingxing, who is called to heal his wounds and is actually playing crazy, went to visit his friends one by one. From a stranger to a good brother hanging shoulder to shoulder.

Many directors and staff members are full of praise for Lu Xingxing. Even if Lu Xingxing doesn't care about it, the director still promises to cooperate with Lu Xingxing if he has the opportunity.

Lu Xingxing's friends were stunned by the familiarity of this social robot, which is so good that it can be called walking.

Bai Shuang even sincerely suggested to Lu Xingxing that if he doesn't want to be a musician in the future, he can also be a manager.

"Xing Xing, have you ever thought about it? In fact, your talent may not lie in cultivation or music."

Bai Shuang said sincerely: "But socially?"

This is definitely the level of social terrorists!

No one can resist the handsome, crazy and funny husky!No!

Bai Shuang cried out inwardly.

God knows!Since Lu Xingxing came to visit the class, she has even been delivered with coffee, hot water and lunch boxes, and they are all steaming hot, so she doesn't have to worry about eating cold rice in winter.

Even the staff would kindly help her bring the little sun to keep warm, and said with a smile that it was Lu Xingxing who asked her specially, saying that Bai Shuang was a girl who was not resistant to frost, and asked her to help take care of Bai Shuang.

When Bai Shuang heard this, she rushed to hug Lu Xingxing and cry wildly.

Lu Xingxing didn't know what Bai Shuang was thinking, it was a very normal thing for him, some people have heating equipment, some people need heating - just say it, it won't matter if you say a few words.

After hearing Bai Shuang's suggestion, he rubbed his chin, pondered for a while and said, "I don't think I'm suitable to be a manager, do you?"

Bai Shuang was at a loss: "Huh? Are you serious?"

Lu Xingxing nodded: "After all, no celebrity would want his agent to be more handsome and attractive than himself?"

Bai Shuang: "..."

Well, it's still the same Lu Xingxing she knew, it hasn't changed at all.

Lu Xingxing, who was relatively free, took the initiative to pick up the friends, followed the car of the program group, and went one by one to the places where the guests are working now.

As soon as An Nanyuan got into the car, he saw Bai Shuang lazily eating snacks in the car, and immediately opened his arms in surprise, hugged him, turned around and kissed Lu Xingxing again.

Bai Shuang was still wearing a big skirt that she hadn't had time to change out, her makeup was exquisite, her hair was specially styled, and she looked like she had just finished the final rehearsal.

But in front of her friends, she also completely let go of herself, not as serious as before in front of the camera, but like being at home with her friends, laughing and joking without caring about her image.

An Nanyuan was also wearing a suit and trousers full of sequins, and had his hair done. The perfect appearance of the exquisite boy group idol made it impossible for those who are not familiar with him to think of how he cried so much when he met a ghost before. Tears.

The work of several guests at the end of the year was concentrated in Binhai City, so the director team specially formulated a route, and every one of them could be picked up after driving around, and then went straight to the old city of Binhai City.

When receiving Song Ci, he was standing downstairs in the company arguing with his brother.

——No, it should be called a unilateral lecture.

Song Ci was so angry that his whole body exploded, like a meowing angry puppet cat, his fingers kept poking his brother's chest, which made his brother grin his teeth in pain and dare not hide, so he could only beg for forgiveness. Said that he must change the plan.

Sitting in the car, a few people were amazed: "I didn't expect the young master and his eldest master to get along in this way."

Most people thought that Song Jiachong, the young master, was pampered as a young son, and the power would be given to the elder brother.Unexpectedly, the young master is not only held in the hands of the whole family, but also has a high voice in the company.

"Song Ci is simply not interested."

Zhang Wubing glanced out the window and said clearly: "He is different from me, he has no dreams, he lives like a pig."

Zhang Wubing, who is in the same circle and has been envied by Song Ci for many years because of his ghost-fighting physique, is very familiar with Song Ci and knows the Song family affairs well.

"Although I don't like Song Ci, he always targets me. But to be fair, he is indeed very powerful."

Zhang Wubing recalled the past college days, nodded and said: "I don't know why, Song Ci likes things like ghosts and monsters. The more thrilling the place, the more he likes it. In the past, he often looked for opportunities to skip classes, and then went to various places. Kind of a haunted house adventure. But even then, when he takes the exams, he always gets near perfect marks."

As soon as Zhang Wubing said this, the car was quiet for a moment, and the smiles on the faces of the guests dimmed a little.

Except for Zhang Wubing, all of them knew why Song Ci pursued ghosts—it was because of Xie Lin.

As for Zhang Wubing, he has no memory of entering the Southwest, and he doesn't even know about Xie Lin's death or other things.

The guests were all entrusted by Yan Shixun. Although they didn't know the specific reason why Zhang Wubing lost his memory, they knew that Zhang Wubing did it to save everyone.

Now when Zhang Wubing mentioned this matter, although he thought it was nothing, the guests always felt sore and uncomfortable, and looked at Zhang Wubing with gratitude and admiration.

"Besides, he has finalized many of the Song family's business plans. Among the people I know, only my dad can compete with him in his business acumen."

"But him."

Zhang Wubing paused, and said with complicated eyes: "Lazy, very lazy. It's really like that little piggy who has no dreams, he doesn't bother to care about anything."

As soon as he said this, Zhang Wubing suddenly felt a little cold, and the car seemed too quiet.

He tightened his clothes and looked to the side wonderingly, only to see the guests staring at each other.

And a slender figure stood quietly outside the car door.

Zhang Wubing: "..."

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"Song Ci, listen to me, I can explain."

Zhang Wubing desperately reached out to Song Ci, trying to restore the relationship between him and Song Ci who had just warmed up.

Song Ci crossed his arms and let out a cold snort, then stepped heavily on the steps with his Martin boots to get into the car, each step stepping on Zhang Wubing's anxious heart.

"Damn Zhang, what do you want to explain?"

He rolled his eyes: "You'd better lie down obediently, brain work is not suitable for you. Believe me, if you need to use your brain in the future, you just give up and go to Brother Yan, so the effect will be better."

Zhang Wubing: "...I always feel that you are calling me stupid."

Young Master: "Oh, you heard wrong."

Zhang Wubing: "??? May I ask if you learned this perfunctory way from my Brother Yan?"

Zhang Wubing became extremely sensitive when it came to matters involving Yan Shixun, always worrying about his thigh being snatched away.

He looked Song Ci up and down, and sure enough, he realized something was wrong. He immediately pointed to Song Ci's Martin boots, and asked sadly in disbelief, "Are you even learning this from Brother Yan?"

The young master sneered: "Do you know what idol merchandise is? Brother Yan and I wear the same style, why, what's wrong? If you think it's inappropriate, then go home and beg your father to buy the whole brand."

Today, the young master is wearing a pair of neat boots and trousers and a French lace collar drawstring puff sleeve shirt. With Martin boots, he has a thin waist and long legs. He looks like a grumpy elf who sneaked away from the forest, and also like a delicate French little prince.

He was not in a hurry to sit down, so he just stood there with his arms folded, talking nonchalantly at Zhang Wubing, until Zhang Wubing felt like crying.

Zhang Wubing: Sin, why on earth did I provoke him?

"But I heard that your father lifted the ban on you?"

The young master looked Zhang Wubing up and down, and said: "When you first started the show, the Zhang family had called out to all the entertainment companies, and they resolutely refused to help you. I have to admit, I sometimes misread it, but I didn't expect your show to be really popular."

Zhang Wubing puffed out his chest proudly: "That's right! You don't even look at who I am, I'm a rising star in the director world!"

"Nova? I think it's Pluto, the kind that's too cold to die for."

The young master sneered and beat Zhang Wubing back to his original form with one sentence.

"However, recently the Zhang family greeted the entertainment company again, specifically expressing that the Zhang family is ready to support Mr. Zhang's dream and let him go to make a movie. Everyone should take care of themselves."

The young master questioned: "How did you persuade your father to change his mind? He is notoriously stubborn."

Zhang Wubing was not happy on the contrary, and said angrily: "Bah! Whoever relies on him, I can make a career by myself!"

Afraid that Song Ci would not believe it, Zhang Wubing added a special sentence, saying: "Really! I have already met Director Li Xuetang, and he promised me that after the Chinese New Year, he will let me join the group as an intern director. Study hard by his side."

"I think I can become a great director like Director Li after a few years of study."

Zhang Wubing clenched his fist, full of morale.

Song Ci smiled, and said coolly: "Are you sure, you won't let Director Li's movie be made into a horror movie? If you say you can become the greatest horror movie director, then there is still a possibility."

Everyone in the car burst out laughing.

Zhang Wubing was so angry that he was tearful and wanted to argue with Song Ci, but he held back, but was persuaded by Song Ci, thinking that what Song Ci said was very reasonable.

Song Ci: "..."

That's why I don't like playing with fools, arguing, and suddenly I feel that what the other person said is right, what is this? ? ?

When asked if it was because of a quarrel with his brother, Song Ci put his head on one hand and said lazily, "No, it's just to teach the idiot a lesson."

Everyone: ...So it turns out that the young master of the Song family who kills and kills resolute business upstarts belongs to the category of idiots in the eyes of the young master.

Zhang Wubing mouthed silently: He doesn't think it's stupid, it seems that Brother Yan is the only one, right?

Everyone: Oh——then I understand, I am indeed the stupid kind.

The young master didn't see everyone's eye contact, he was sitting by the car window, the winter sun was shining brightly, as if his delicate fair face had been coated with a layer of gold powder, the beauty was so dreamy and unreal.

"My brother, that idiot, said he wanted to suppress Xie Lin's death and deal with it secretly so that the media wouldn't bother him."

The young master snorted coldly, and said disdainfully, "You idiot who doesn't even make money."

Zhang Wubing: "Huh??? Xie Lin died? When did it happen?"

Everyone: "What????"

They looked at Song Ci blankly, but what was shocked was not Xie Lin's death, but Song Ci's ability to talk about Xie Lin so calmly.

In the past so many years, Song Ci's protection of Xie Lin was not fake. When Bai Zhihu learned of Xie Lin's death, he was also distraught and couldn't believe it.

But now, not only did Song Ci say the name Xie Lin without any disturbance, but there was even a faint hint in his words that he was not planning to organize the funeral secretly.

This is not like the young master they knew before.

Song Ci glanced at the stunned crowd, and said: "Xie Lin is unkind to me, and he doesn't even think about me when he dies, why should I worry about him? The Song family has raised him for more than ten years, and he still doesn't care about me. If you die without earning a penny for the Song family, the cost will always be recovered, right?"

"I'm going to let the Song family deal with Xie Lin's death in a special way, and then put him on the altar."

The young master's eyebrows were cold: "Then, I want him to use this godhead that I have maintained for him to make money for me after his death."

Everyone shrank subconsciously, and finally believed the young master who was keen on business that Zhang Wubing said.

When Song Ci was kind to others, he would do so with all his heart and soul, wishing to use all his wealth to protect the other party.

But once someone disappoints him and betrays him, he can also withdraw immediately, and deal with it in the cold and unkind way.

Before everyone was afraid of Song Ci, Song Ci asked Zhao Zhen again: "Zhao Zhen, when you were filming a martial arts movie, was the lead actor deliberately making things difficult for you? I remember when I was in Jiazifen Village, You said that you have an injury on your waist, and you were seriously injured when Diao Weiya fell off during filming?"

Zhao Zhen was taken aback for a moment, then nodded.

He didn't expect that Song Ci would remember everything he said casually.

Before anyone else could figure out what Song Ci asked about this matter, Song Ci said lightly: "I have avenged you, you can say something to your lumbar spine so that it can rest in peace."

"........."

Zhao Zhen was stunned at first, then couldn't help laughing, his eyes were full of bright smiles: "What did you do to him?"

"nothing much."

Song Ci rested his head lazily, with a look of lack of sleep: "His new TV series is a boutique series invested by the Song family. How dare he play tricks, and you can fool Wia, and he even said that he would be worn out Why can’t you hang the skin? Huh.”

The young master sneered: "So I spent a lot of money to hire a martial arts instructor, and let him hang on it for a few hours. If he can't learn it, he won't have to come down to eat."

Everyone: "!!!"

"And you, An Nanyuan."

The young master looked at An Nanyuan with distaste, and said, "Why haven't you finished the mess with Yaxing Entertainment? Are you eating for nothing?"

Obviously already has an independent studio, but now An Nanyuan still feels the fear of being picked up by the leader to give a lecture, subconsciously sits upright, nods obediently, and prepares to explain to himself: "There is a reason for that, Yaxing Entertainment is the leader after all... ..."

"Leader? It won't be next year."

The young master yawned and burst into tears: "It just so happens that the Song Corporation has a project that is in cooperation with Yaxing Entertainment, so I will redeem you. Yaxing will cancel you and will not harass you anymore."

An Nanyuan was dumbfounded.

"Then you won't smile at me?"

The young master looked at An Nanyuan, who was unresponsive, and wondered, "You don't like this New Year's gift?"

"No, no, I like it so much! Thank you, Song Ci."

An Nanyuan waved his hands quickly, his expression moved, and he looked like he was about to cry: "I will always remember who helped me when I needed help. Song Ci, no matter what happens to you in the future, I will definitely help!"

The young master looked at An Nanyuan with red eyes, but stepped back vigilantly: "Wait! Don't pounce on me, don't wipe your tears on me!"

An Nanyuan paused, and then he, who had no such intention at all, immediately rushed forward with a cheer, and flew over with a bear hug, imprisoning the young master's slender waist and about to wipe his tears on his pair.

The young master roared angrily, but there were bursts of non-stop laughter in the car.

Song Ci really regards the guests as his little friends. After all, it is rare in this life to have friends who have made friends with fate. They have entrusted their backs and lives to each other, lived life and death together, and will never be harmful to each other. .

He carefully prepared a corresponding New Year's gift for everyone, and when everyone heard what his gift was, their eyes turned red without exception.

Even the most stable variety show star, this chubby middle-aged comedian, cried out of breath, saying that apart from Song Ci, it was his parents who were so kind to him.

This made the young master, who didn't like warmth very much, go crazy and told everyone not to cry.

But everyone saw that the young master was cold outside and hot inside, and they all laughed and rushed towards him, and quickly messed up the young master's hair, making him look like a puppet cat with blown fur.

When the car stopped in front of Yan Shixun's house, he counted the time of the car's arrival, and walked out in exactly one second.

As a result, the first thing I saw was the young master who rushed under the car frantically as soon as the door opened.

But when Yan Shixun saw the image of the young master, he immediately raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

Song Ci has very high requirements on the quality of life, and even stricter requirements on himself. He will never allow himself to go out with such disheveled hair and disheveled clothes.

But this time...

The hairstyle Song Ci specially made to meet Yan Ge, who he respects and admires, has now turned into a fluffy ball of cat hair, with a few strands of curly hair playfully resting on his forehead, and the drawstring on the neckline of his shirt has been closed. He gave it away, letting the shirt hang loosely on his white and delicate shoulders, with a distraught expression on his face, like a puppet cat who was meowing because it was too cute.

"This group of idiots didn't listen to me when I told them not to wipe my tears with my clothes, ah! I'm so mad."

Just as Song Ci was about to say something more, he found that everyone's eyes converged on one place.

He settled down and looked along, and saw Yan Shixun who hadn't noticed just because he was angry, and his expression suddenly became pleasantly surprised: "Brother Yan!"

"I haven't seen you for several weeks. Brother Yan, are you going to say something welcome to me?"

The young master raised his chin proudly, like a kitten raising its head to be scratched.

But he was worried that Yan Shixun would not welcome him, so he added: "I have been looking forward to this gathering for the past few weeks, looking forward to seeing Brother Yan."

Yan Shixun shook his head, chuckled softly, "What did you say? Happy New Year?"

He stretched out his hand, straightened Song Ci's hairy hairstyle, and then patted him on the shoulder, with a magnetic voice with a mysterious sense of rhythm: "I wish you all the best in the new year."

"This is a blessing from the avenue."

Song Ci's eyes widened instantly.

After that, Yan Shixun straightened up and looked at the people behind: "Why, why don't you come over? Block the door, and be careful of neighbors complaining about you occupying the road. Don't you know that the roads in the old city are narrow?"

When everyone heard the words, they all got out of the car obediently.

But after the driver drove the car away, everyone still crowded at the door and refused to go in, looking at Yan Shixun eagerly, as if expecting something.

Yan Shixun laughed: "Do you also want blessings?"

"want!"

An Nanyuan's eyes sparkled: "This is God's blessing, and it is more useful than offering incense in Taoist temples!"

Everyone didn't know that Yan Shixun had already assumed the responsibility of Dao, but according to their understanding, they felt that there were so many thunder and lightning in Jiangbei, it must be because Yan Shixun ascended to a god in place.

It was difficult for Yan Shixun to explain the difference to them, but when everyone mentioned it, they had an expression of "I understand, don't worry, I won't talk nonsense".

One of the people on the two sides was talking about Qianmenlouzi and the other was talking about the hip bone shaft, but unexpectedly they hit the right topic, and they talked about the right topic for no reason.

Both parties feel that the other party should understand and are very satisfied.

At this time, everyone looked at Yan Shixun so pitifully, which made him suddenly feel like Santa Claus standing at the door handing out toys.

But it is true that Song Ci has already given a congratulatory speech, and it seems unfair if it is not given to others.

Yan Shixun shrugged helplessly, and decided to fulfill everyone's little wish, besides, this was what he was looking forward to.

——He hopes that all creatures can be happy and safe.

The satisfied people finally walked into the small courtyard.

Yan Shixun shook his head, and said helplessly to Ye Li in a low voice: "Before I said that Xiaobao is a mobile blessing robot, I didn't expect that you can't talk nonsense, and today it's my turn."

Ye Li smiled and shook his head, while everyone was walking forward and no one was looking back at them, he stepped forward and put his arms around Yan Shixun's waist, and kissed him on the forehead.

"All children have it, so Shi Xun should have it too?"

Ye Li smiled lowly, and said softly: "Then wish my Shi Xun be with Dao forever."

Yan Shixun: "..."

"I don't think so! How old do you think I am?"

Yan Shixun slapped Ye Li's chest and pushed him away a little: "Stay away from me! I didn't act like a baby to you, okay?"

Ye Li spread his hands, smiling unabated: "In my opinion, as long as Shi Xun is by my side, he is already the best coquettish, there is no need for anything else."

At this time, many people looked at the yard and exclaimed "Wow!"

"Brother Yan, this is a small yard."

An Nanyuan looked around in a daze, almost drooling with envy: "This is too great, it's like a dream yard, what's this called? Enjoy life."

Winter is supposed to be the season when flowers, plants and trees wither, but because of the different identities of the residents in the small courtyard, there are completely different visions.

Plum blossoms and early cherry blossoms are competing to bloom, and the climbing vines are lush, decorating the small courtyard, making this place look like a fairyland isolated from the world, with a cycle of the sun, moon and stars that is different from the world, and it is as clear as a spring day.

Jing Xiaobao sat on the stone table in the small courtyard. He was swinging his two chubby legs, looking at the books spread out in front of him with his cheeks propped up, and he couldn't help sighing when he was carrying them, with a worried look on his face. appearance.

Beside Jing Xiaobao, there is a husky basking in the sun, its silver-gray fur glistens in the sun, try to sweep its big shaggy tail lazily, trying to knock Jing Xiaobao off Hairy paws.

The other husky nestled at the door of the room, like a retired old man walking a bird.

——Even on top of its head, between its two ears, stands a proud little bird with its head held high.

An Nanyuan kept exclaiming when he saw it, and said that this is the ideal life.

"However, Brother Yan, when did you raise a husky? This dog is so beautiful!"

Lu Xingxing had some doubts, but his eyes were shining when he looked at the "husky", as if he wanted to steal one and take it home.

Everyone who heard this: "..."

They glanced at the split-screen footage of their live broadcast, then at the excited and silly Lu Xingxing, shook their heads, and still sighed, not going to explain to him.

They can't say it's a wolf in front of the camera, can they?

Lu Xingxing didn't know about Jiangbei's affairs, and he had just recovered. This was the first time he entered Yan Shixun's house after waking up. He didn't know that Yan Shixun brought back two majestic wild wolves from Jiangbei.

He rushed forward excitedly, hugged the thick fur of "Husky" and rubbed it fiercely, sighing with a happy look.

"This husky is too handsome, Brother Yan! Why don't you discuss it, since you have two anyway, how about sharing one with me?"

The alpha wolf was very steady and swiped his tail. Although he was tired of the cub, he still didn't drive him away.On the contrary, Lu Xingxing is as happy as a happy husky.

Hearing this, Yan Shixun paused as he was leading the guests into the room, he turned around and snorted condescendingly to Lu Xingxing who was squatting on the ground, and said, "Ask it if you want it, and if you want it, you can do it." take away."

"Brother Yan, you said this, you can't go back on your word!"

Lu Xingxing excitedly ruaed "Husky", and already fantasized about the scene where he and the dog would love each other every day in the future.

Yan Shixun smiled on the surface: "Yes, I said so."

Everyone in the know looked at Lu Xingxing with a look of pity: This unlucky boy doesn't even know what he's doing...

But Lu Xingxing has even started to prepare to name the alpha wolf.

"It has a name."

Jing Xiaobao, who was endorsing the book, puffed his cheeks unhappily, and said, "It doesn't need other people's names."

Lu Xingxing quickly asked: "Then what is it called? Lightning? Chitu? Jinglei?"

Jing Xiaobao: ...What is this mess?

"It's called Wang Wang."

Jing Xiaobao pointed loudly at the wolf and said, "It's called Wangwang, and the one over there is a dog."

Lu Xingxing: "..."

"The way you named it."

He asked Jing Xiaobao inexplicably: "Do you have the no-naming syndrome inherited from Brother Yan? Or do you have the same syndrome as Zhang Wubing's family?"

What is the weird name of Wang Wang dog?

Is it possible that one day this dog gets lost and will bark all the way in the streets and alleys? ?

Even Lu Xingxing felt that the dog's name was a bit outrageous.

But Jing Xiaobao looked like a mature adult, and when he was sitting on the stone bench, he looked a bit majestic like the king of Hades.

He lowered his head and asked Lu Xingxing seriously: "Then what are you going to call it?"

Lu Xingxing rubbed his chin, pondered for a moment and then excitedly said: "How about calling it a star?"

Jing Xiaobao:? ? ?I think your name is not as good as mine. How can anyone give up their name to a wolf?

"No, the stars don't sound good."

"How come! My name is Xing Xing, I think it sounds nice."

"Just because your name is Xingxing, Xingxing doesn't sound good."

"Little Treasure! Ah!!! You bullied me, I want to tell Brother Yan!"

……

In the yard, Jing Xiaobao and Lu Xingxing quickly got into a ball.

The alpha wolf swept its big tail irritably, finally got up and moved to a place to avoid being affected, and then lay down again to bask in the sun.

Everyone in the room couldn't help laughing at the harmonious scene outside.

"Xingxing is not even as good as Xiaobao."

Yan Shixun snorted coldly: "Anyway, his injury is healed, so let's start from tomorrow and recite books with Xiaobao."

Ye Li: "No, I really don't want to agree."

Why do I always feel that there are more and more people in the family?Forget about two big boys, why even the nephew came to join in the fun?

Ye Li deeply felt that his two-person world plan was shaky.

The ingredients and decorations purchased by the guests have all been delivered to Yan Shixun's home, and the candidates for the chef have also been decided, namely Variety Cafe and Zhao Zhen.

——After all, only the things made by these two people can still be imported.Someone else's cooking...it's a disaster, it's a sudden epiphany about the deliciousness of instant noodles.

Therefore, everyone quickly divided up the work after entering the yard, and some took the window grille couplets and prepared to paste them on the windows and walls.

Zhao Zhen and the variety show cafe checked the list of ingredients one by one, discussing which one to make first and which one to make for today's recipe.The rest of the guests who can't cook moved a bench and sat in the kitchen, ready to help the two chefs, wash and chop vegetables and pass the plates.

Seeing An Nanyuan's yawning appearance along the way, everyone spontaneously left him this relatively easy position.

"You can just wash and chop vegetables here, if Zhao Zhen calls you, you just go over, understand?"

An Nanyuan also made hand gestures, indicating that he understood.

As a result, as soon as he lowered his head, he couldn't resist the drowsiness, snored happily, and fell asleep under the warm winter sun.

Everyone: "..... let's go."

Seeing that An Nanyuan was so tired, everyone couldn't bear to let him work anymore, so they simply asked the young master to replace him.

As for An Nanyuan, Yan Shixun picked him up and put him on the sofa to sleep.

But Zhao Zhen looked at the appearance of the young master rolling up his sleeves and preparing to start work, and walked over with some anxiety, and asked in a worried low voice: "Can you do it? Have you ever cut vegetables? Don't cut them."

The young master was thoughtful while holding the kitchen knife and cutting board, but Zhao Zhen's question instantly aroused his desire to win. He puffed out his chest and said firmly, "Of course I can!"

Zhao Zhen: "Don't be brave..."

"Bah! You are the one who is brave!"

In the end, Bai Shuang couldn't see it anymore, rolled up his sleeves and walked over, sat side by side with the young master on the small bench, and was serious about washing the vegetables.

As a result, before everyone could feel relieved, they heard a few crisp sounds.

Looking back, Bai Shuang was a little embarrassed looking at the broken porcelain pieces all over the floor: "I'm sorry, I slipped my hand and broke two pieces."

Yan Shixun waved his hand, and said indifferently, "It's already here, don't worry about falling and playing, it's like setting off firecrackers, and you will be safe every year."

As a Taoist priest, how could he not count as a hexagram?Even his professional habits make him make up his mind anytime and anywhere, not to mention the recording of a program involving Zhang Wubing.

However, the result of Yan Shixun's fortune-telling was that everything was normal for this recording - except for the loss of dozens of dishes in his family, there was no big problem.

Yan Shixun quickly understood what was going on.

Zhang Wubing always encountered ghosts before, except that this was a defense mechanism set up by the king of Hades for himself, and he was eaten by the ghosts to prevent Dao from seeing the plan recorded in his soul. Talk about the most influential place, and let Zhang Wubing take Yan Shixun to solve it.

But now, the world has been restarted, and the task of King Hades has been completed, so Zhang Wubing will naturally not encounter ghosts again.

However, Zhang Wubing's physique, which has encountered ghosts since he was a child, will not be able to improve for a while.

Thinking of this, Yan Shixun's eyes fell on Zhang Wubing who was playing with Lu Xingxing in the yard.

"Ailment."

He called softly, and Zhang Wubing immediately received the signal as if an antenna was erected on his head, and quickly got rid of Jing Xiaobao and Lu Xingxing, and ran towards Yan Shixun.

"What's the matter, Brother Yan?"

Zhang Wubing pointed at Lu Xingxing as if complaining, and said angrily: "Brother Yan, the names he gave to the two wolves are really ugly! I think it's better to let me name them."

Yan Shixun: Although I don't hold out hope, let's ask for now.

"What's your name?"

Zhang Wupathic was confident and proud, "One is called Ruyi, and the other is called Ping An."

Yan Shixun: "...you are a name passed down from your ancestors."

Zhang Wubing scratched his head, and asked embarrassingly: "Then, why don't you call it recruiting wealth and treasure?"

Yan Shixun slapped Zhang Wubing on the top of his head, ruffling his hair by the way: "I don't want money, why did you choose this name?"

Zhang Wubing sniffed aggrievedly, thinking that the name he had chosen was really nice, why didn't Brother Yan like it?

"What do you think about this show?"

Yan Shixun put one hand in his pocket, leaned against the wall, and asked calmly: "The mission of this program's existence has been completed, and now it's time for you to be free to do what you want. What do you have? plan?"

Zhang Wubing scratched his head, and said embarrassingly: "This show should not have a second or third season, and I don't understand why, but Brother Yan, I always feel that my soul is reminding me, Should have done this, had to go there. But now, I don't feel that way anymore."

"Just kind of, I've done my job, and now I'm free and light."

Zhang Wubing laughed: "After the new year, I plan to learn how to make movies with director Li Xuetang. My dad also suddenly let go, saying that he is willing to let me make movies and that he will support me."

"He said that even if no one saw my movie, he would definitely buy a ticket to watch it himself."

Zhang Wubing clenched his fist, and his fighting spirit was burning: "I definitely want to make a good movie that can make my dad stunned! Absolutely!"

Yan Shixun quietly looked at the little idiot beside him, and saw that figure holding a folding fan and smiling lightly again in a daze.

When he met 19-year-old Zhang Wubing