Transmigrated into the Film Emperor’s Death-Seeking Fiance - Chapter 213

213 Fanwai: Variety Recording for a Family of Four (19)

Fanwai: A Variety Recording for a Family of Four (19)

“Don’t pass,” Yan Qingchi said, “go along the river.”

Chess nodded, and pulled the cymbal to move forward.

It didn’t take long for the three babies to see rows after rows of trees, and Yan Qingchi and Jiang Moyu also caught up with them at this time.

Qi Qi asked Yan Qingchi with his head raised, “Would you like to go inside?”

“Yes.” Yan Qingchi took his hand, “Go, Dad will take you to play.”

The woods at night were very quiet, only the little worms were still shouting, and Yan Qingchi and Jiang Mozhen were flashlighting and following the road ahead. Chess and chess stepped on the light and shadow flashed by the flashlight, jumping step by step, Yan Qingchi moved the flashlight, he chased and jumped over, two people you come and go, the chess and chess are very happy, could not help but laugh .

Yan Qingchi rubbed his hair with a smile, walked along the river, walked a few steps, and suddenly saw a fluorescent green light spot not far away, Yan Qingchi was excited, and quickly shot Pat Jiang Mochi, “Look.”

Jiang Motuo looked, and it turned out that in the dark night, the green lights of the stars were like stars—fireflies.

Chess is very excited, “Fireflies, Dad, are they fireflies?”

“Yes, let’s walk over and see.” Yan Qingchi whispered softly.

Chess nodded quickly, eyes full of expectation.

Yan Qingchi dragged him over and Jiang Moyu hugged him and followed him.

The Boyan family is close behind.

Along the way, more and more fireflies appeared beside them, with a little bit of fluorescence, decorating this wood and decorating their mood.

Chess reached out to catch, but did not catch it.

He jumped up and kept running, hoping to catch a look.

Boyan ran to him, caught fireflies with him, and saw his two brothers playing on the ground, struggling to continue playing, Jiang Mo 宸 put him down, and ran towards Chess with joy, naive Asked him, “Brother, what are you playing?”

Chess and chess bowed down, spreading his hands in front of the puppet. In his hand, a small firefly lay lying on his back. Chess and chess were very surprised. “

Boyan came to see, but as soon as someone else came over, the firefly flew away from the palm of Chess and Chess. He quickly reached out to catch it, but did not catch it. He was a bit sorry, but soon joined Boyan and Hey Started a new round of catching fireflies.

Yan Qingchi watched the children playing and looked up at the fireflies like a broken diamond in front of them. They just felt like a fairy tale world.

“Does it look good?” Jiang Moyan asked in a low voice.

Yan Qingchi nodded, “I’ve seen fireflies for the first time, and it’s really pretty.”

It was also the first time that Jiang Mozhi saw fireflies. They were small, little stars, like streamers. He suddenly discovered that, unconsciously, many of his first appearances seemed to have been with Yan Qingchi, watching sunrise and sunset together, watching the stars together, and watching fireflies together. At that moment, Jiang Mo was wondering what song he was going to sing for him.

The stars in the sky shone, the fireflies in the forest were romantic, and the atmosphere was just right. Yan Qingchi and Jiang Moyu couldn’t bear to leave early, so they picked up dead branches and lit the fire.

The night in the forest was a bit cold, but fortunately the bonfire was warm enough, Jiang Mo took hold of Yan Qingchi and whispered, “Are you listening to songs?” @Finity 好 文, all in

“What do you want to sing?” Yan Qingchi asked him.

Jiang Moyi looked at him, and slowly opened his mouth, with a magnetic sound attached to the firefly’s wings, and was sent to the ear of Yan Qingchi.

“If we never met, where would I be, if we never met, this song doesn’t exist …”

He sang very softly, in the moonlight like water, among the beating fire, like flowing water. Yan Qingchi listened and felt that he was quiet.

“If we never met

Where will you be

If we never met

How the earth works

Sunburn peeling accidental snow scene

The seasons that depend on you

Cang Dog has you next to Bai Yun

What is the fear of hurried reincarnation

That scene at that moment

You appear in my life

Every minute, every second, every expression

Stories are full of surprises “

Yan Qingchi leaned in his arms, and the past scenes came to his mind. The fate was always too strange. The two people who were not involved were brought together for various reasons to open a new chapter in their lives. Both he and Jiang Mohan met the right people, and both had their own happiness. Therefore, he thanked the fate, at least for every fate from childhood.

Jiang Mo sang and asked him, “Is it good?”

“Good,” Yan Qingchi affirmed.

“What about my reward.”

Yan Qingchi looked up and kissed him, “A reward for you.”

“Just like that?” Jiang Mozhi said deliberately. @Finity 好 文, all in

Yan Qingchi chuckled, “Then you continue to sing, if you sing well, there will be rewards.”

“Are you planning to let me hold a firefly concert today?” Jiang Moyan asked him.

Yan Qingchi smiled, and even waved his hands to imitate the fan holding the Yingpai card and rushed to him: “Brother cheer up! Call brother!”

Jiang Mo smiled helplessly, “How did you learn this?”

“I read so many posts and learned early.” Yan Qingchi returned to him.

The two of them were chatting. Bo Feng and Fu Min came over. Bo Feng looked at the fire in front of Jiang Moyu and Yan Qingchi and asked them, “Are you two cold?”

“It’s okay,” Jiang Mo cried.

“Then you still ignite?” Bo Feng pointed coldly at the beating fire: “A fire on the mountain, the police station tomorrow morning.”

Jiang Mo squinted at him, “When have you been so fire-conscious?”

“An excellent citizen like me has always been so good.” Bo Feng found a stone and sat down. “Leave a while and remember to extinguish the fire.”

“Remember.” Jiang Moyi reluctantly said, “I don’t remember, isn’t there still a good citizen like you?”

“This is also true.” Bo Feng said shamelessly.

Jiang Moyan: …

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Bo Feng was not moved by Jiang Mo’s speechless expression, but asked him, “What are you doing just now? I think you two are laughing and joking, what are you talking about?”

“Sing.” Yan Qingchi smiled. “Do you want to sing a song?”

Bo Feng heard that, thinking of what she had just said to Fu Minzhi, she wanted to sing to her. He was a little hesitant, looking at Jiang Moyan, “Lao Jiang, you sing.”

“It’s your turn.”

“It’s my turn.” Bo Feng puzzled, “I just sat down.”

Jiang Mozhi pointed to the fire in front of him, “Burning my fire, where is there so much nonsense, sing.” @Finity 好 文, do in

Cannibals have short mouths, roast people are soft, Bo Feng cleared his throat, “Alright.”

He glanced at Fu Min, “I sing.”

When Fu Minzhi listened, he heard the familiar song:

“How could I fall in love with you

I am asking myself

I can give up anything

It’s hard to leave today

You are not beautiful

But you are so cute

Oops cinderella

My cinderella “

Fu Minzhi did not expect that after so many years, she would hear this song again, just like she did not expect that one day she would sit peacefully with Bo Feng and listen to him singing. She felt that something was changing quietly, not obvious, but changing silently and slowly. Fu Minzhi couldn’t tell if it was good or bad. She just sat quietly, listened quietly, and quietly remembered their teenage years.

They were tired of playing chess. They ran over and nestled in the arms of Yan Qingchi and Jiang Moyu. Yan Qingchi looked down at him and asked him, “Do you sing chess?”

Chess asked him, “What are you singing?”

“Anything is fine,” Yan Qingchi said.

Chess thought for a while, and sang a song called “Little Stars”. He heard him sing and sang with him. Yan Qingchi and Jiang Mohe gave them a clap and clapped, and in the end they reported warm Applause. Chess is a little embarrassed, but instead he sings one after another.

When the two children were enough, Yan Qingchi and Jiang Mo extinguished the fire and took the two children back. I was young and was a little sleepy, lying on Jiang Moyu’s arms and slowly falling asleep while holding his neck.

Chess is very exciting, playing with Boyan along the way, the two little friends laughed, and finally they were reluctant to make a difference at the chess player.

Before going to bed, Qiqi looked at the roof and asked, “Dad, are we going back tomorrow?”

Yan Qingchi nodded.

Chess is a bit reluctant, “I want to stay a few more days.”

Yan Qingchi touched his head. “Don’t worry, we still have a few chances to come out and play in the future, and we will go to many places.”

“Are we all going?”

“of course.”

Chess was happy. He reached out and hugged Yan Qingchi, leaned into Yan Qingchi’s arms, and smiled gently.

Yan Qingchi bowed his head and kissed his hair, “Good night, little chess.”

“Good night, Dad.” Chess said, closing his eyes.

On the last day of recording, the show group gathered several adults and children together. As the two oldest children, Chess, Chess, and Boyan, took the initiative to take care of the other children. Lu Mianmian picked a flower, looked left and right, and finally gave the flower to the youngest of them. He took the flower and said thank you. When he saw Yanqing Pond, he passed the flower. Go out.

“Give it to your father,” he said sweetly.

Yan Qingchi bent over and asked him, “Where did you come from?”

“It was given to him by Lu Mianmian.” Qi Qi answered on behalf of Lu: “Lu Mianmian said that Lu was the smallest, so she gave the flower to Lu.”

I nodded.

Yan Qingchi looked at his younger son, “You still know how to borrow flowers to offer Buddha, and give me flowers given to you by others.”

I raised my hand, “Here you are, father.”

Yan Qingchi took it and knocked his head, “Next time the girl will send you flowers, you can’t just take it casually.”

I didn’t understand, and covered his head and asked him, “Why?”

“I’ll know when you grow up.”

Pouting dissatisfied, “I’ve grown up.”

“Just you,” Yan Qingchi glanced up and down, “You’re still young.”

砚 砚 Turned for help, chess and chess gently said, “No hurry, brother, you grow up slowly, you will always grow up.”

I looked at them both, crooked their heads, and some did not understand how big it was to grow up? Is he as big as my brother? He didn’t understand very well, so he shook his head and went out to play chess.

Yan Qingchi looked at the delicate flowers on his hands. The flowers were beautiful, bright in color, and rich in fragrance. The most important thing was that he gave them to him. In this summer, Yan Qingchi accidentally harvested a flower, and his little sister-in-law gave him a flower. He was very happy, carefully inserted the flower, and was in a good mood, enjoying it quietly.