After listening to the melody of this song, Fenglan's eyes brightened: "listen well, do you have any words?"

"Still grinding." Jiang an answers with a smile.

This song, he wants to present the natural atmosphere and broad-minded, the melody is very important, the words are also very important, he did not say that he has drawn no less than ten drafts.

"After listening to this song, plus the title of the song, I think Huang Tingjian has a remnant poem that goes well with it."

"What?" Jiang Anzhi picks eyebrows with interest.

After a circle in her mind, Feng Lanchu thought: "it seems that the setting sun is at leisure, what... Forget the second sentence, anyway, the last two sentences are that people have to make friends, the wind and the moon, the sky is open, the picture is the river and the mountain."

Jiang An's eyes brightened when he heard her, and his slender hand took her to the front of her body and surprised her with a mouthful of soft lipstick.

"Thank you, Miss Xiaofeng."

Then he got up and ran upstairs.

At that time, Jiang Che, who was practicing calligraphy, glanced at his father who ran up the stairs. His feet were ready to move. Ah, I really wanted to play with my father.

Fenglan touched her lips in embarrassment. Seeing jiangche's little feet outside, she couldn't help laughing: "Dad is busy with business. Don't disturb him. After writing this piece of paper, mom will take you to the supermarket."

Jiang Che smell speech, slightly pick eyebrow.

Supermarket, it's not impossible.

After eating the pancake that Feng Lanchu drew for him, Jiang Che's writing hands became more powerful.

It was only ten minutes after he had finished writing a large sheet of Chinese characters.

The wind haze first saw that the words that Mian Mian Qiang still calculate pass, open one eye to close one eye ground prepare to take him to go out.

Just walked to the door, a strange telephone cut in.

Since taking over old Uncle Li's work, there will always be many strange phone calls during this period of time. Feng LAN answers without doubt. As a result, the identity of the other party is completely unexpected to her.

"Hello, is this Professor Feng LAN chufeng?"

The other side's voice is a very young man, but the wind haze initial determination, certainly has not heard before, she some surprised ground nods to say is.

"Hello, I'm the producer and director of the moving Huaxia program group."

“?” The wind haze beginning one face doubts: "feeling... Move what?"

Is that what she thought? To set up a model for the times, to award awards to moving figures, easily can not see, a look at tears that full of positive energy of the program?

"I'm Yan Mingkai, the producer of the moving China program."

The other side politely introduced it again.

"Er... Hello." The wind haze early hastens to nod to say hello.

"Well, we'd like to invite you and Mr. Jiang Anzhi to participate in this year's touching people ceremony."

"Award ceremony?" Feng Lan was stunned for a moment. In her eyes, it was a stage full of glory and emotion. Those who could appear in that program were all great heroes who were selected by thousands of people and could represent the extraordinary in the ordinary of China. They were worthy of people's respect and admiration all their lives.

"Yes, one of our moving characters is very special. She likes Anzhi and you very much and hopes to see you one day. So we want to realize her dream in the program, and the contribution you and Mr. Jiang Anzhi made last year is enough to come to our program. "

At the beginning of Fenglan's hearing, her brain can't slow down. What did she do last year?

"You helped capture poachers, advocated the protection of ecology and nature, and even saved college students who were abducted and trafficked. In fact, you are also on the list of moving people."

They?

Feng Lanchu shakes her head subconsciously. No, they all hit each other by mistake. We can't lower the standard and threshold of the program group.