Chapter 558

Liu Zixia is home to rest, but the Internet is frying pan.

It has been more than two hours since the CCTV Spring Festival Gala. The only programs that can really win are Liu Zixia's "descendants of the dragon" and "rare characters".

Even the golden triangle of Dongguan is a little inferior to last year's "blind date".

"Ah, this year's CCTV Spring Festival Gala is not as good as last year."

"It's OK, too. I think my two songs of Xia are very distracted and publicize our Chinese characters."

"Only my summer songs can win. I really hope CCTV Spring Festival Gala has my summer every year..."

The audience began a variety of arrogant comments on the Internet, mainly focusing on Liu Zixia's performance. As for other performances, there is no good comment.

For the annual CCTV Spring Festival Gala, the audience has been habitually disappointed.

Last year, Liu Zixia performed three programs at the CCTV Spring Festival Gala, which can be said to be brilliant, making the audience all over the country also full of expectations for this year's Spring Festival Gala.

But I didn't expect that this year is still going the old way of the Spring Festival Gala in the past.

"Well, I don't think the Lantern Festival Gala is better than the Spring Festival Gala every year."

"Don't talk about the useless. Vote for me now."

"Just for Xia's literary skills and creative talent, I will vote for him as my favorite..."

The audience is running around telling each other that it is only in the middle of the Spring Festival Gala that the following "my favorite Spring Festival Gala program" has been blown up by the audience.

Of the 10 people, at least four voted for "descendants of the dragon" and four voted for "rare characters".

The remaining two people either voted for someone else or abstained.

There's no way. That's the reality.

……

Shanshui district.

When the bell of the year of the monkey in the third year of the lunar calendar rings, some sleepy moons will jump down from the sofa and bow to Li Yunfu and Yun Meina.

Not to mention Li Yunfu and Yun Meina, even Liu Zixia and Li Mengyi are a little confused.

What's wrong with this little guy? Can't be scared, lost soul son?

"Yueyue, what are you doing?" Li Yunfu said with a confused face: "come on, get up..."

"Yueyue paid new year's greetings to grandma and grandfather."

Before Li Yun finished his speech, he was interrupted by the little guy, "I wish you good health and a happy new year."

Oh, this is a new year's greeting!

Yueyue can really make a whole word. These little words come in a set.

But it's a little scary to jump up and kneel down all of a sudden.

"Ouch!"

"Good!"

Li Yunfu and Yun Meina bent over with a smile to help the little guy up.

Who knows, Yueyue dodges their hands and says, "no way! Sister Hanhan said that after the new year's visit, there will be red envelopes. If grandma and grandfather don't give red envelopes, the moon won't get up! "

Well, Liu Zixia misunderstood it just now. Little guy, it's not for new year's greetings, it's for red envelopes!

When did Yueyue become a little money fan?

It's all called Lang Wenxing's daughter. Lang Menghan is making trouble!

As soon as Li Meng was about to teach Yueyue a lesson, Li Yunfu said, "OK, OK, I'm going to give my baby granddaughter a red envelope! You wait for my grandfather

While saying that, Li Yunfu also ran to their guest room.

Li Yunfu and Yun Meina live in the third room of the room. Of course, the master bedroom belongs to Liu Zixia and Li Mengyi.

After a while, Li Yunfu came out again with a red envelope printed with the golden word "congratulations on making a fortune" in his hand. Judging from the thickness of the red envelope, it is likely to cost several thousand yuan.

"Take it. It's from grandma and grandfather." Li Yunfu gave the red envelope to Xiao Yueyue with a smile. Her face was full of doting and gratification.

"Hee hee, thank you, grandma and grandfather!"

On Yueyue's small face appeared a smile, very simply took the red envelope.

After the money from grandma and grandfather was dug here, the little guy shifted his target to Liu Zixia and Li Mengyi.

In fact, Liu Zixia knew what was going on just now when the little guy and Li Yunfu asked for money. When the father-in-law came back to the house, he also went back to the house.

Now, there was an envelope in his hand, but there was no word on it,

"Yueyue has paid new year's greetings to her father and mother. I wish you..."

Sure enough, the previous scene appeared, the little guy knelt on the ground and kowtowed to two people.

Heaven and earth are precious traditional Chinese culture.

Many people may say it's vulgar and feudal, but Liu Zixia doesn't think it's anything, because only in this way can one express one's love and respect for one's parents and relatives.

Liu Zixia handed the red envelope to Yueyue, touched her cerebellar pouch and said:

"Yueyue, Dad hopes you can grow up healthily and happily in the new year. You are still the happy and lively little girl we like, OK?"

"Well!" Yueyue feels the warmth of Liu Zixia's big hand and nods her head seriously.

"You ask me how much I love you, how much I love you..."

Just when Liu Zixia wanted to say something, the mobile phone rang.

It's Zhao Yishan, one of the golden iron triangle in Dongguan.

"Ha ha ha, Zixia, happy new year." As soon as the phone was connected, Zhao Yishan's forthright voice came over.

"Good new year, Miss Zhao!" Hearing this voice, a smile appeared on Liu Zixia's face.

Since the last public performance in Xiaoan town of Dongguan, Liu Zixia has become familiar with the golden triangle of Dongguan. Knowing Liu Zixia's creative ability, they often discuss his works.

Actually, several people should be good friends.

"Miss Zhao, are you going back to Tieling?" Liu Zixia laughed and said.

"Well, I'm still waiting for me to go home for the new year. I have to go back to pay New Year's greetings to my mother." Zhao Yishan also replied with a smile: "but before returning to Tieling, I want to ask you something."

"Mr. Zhao, you said Liu Zixia agreed and said, "as long as I can do it, I will do it for you."

Promise is promise, but his words are not so full.

If you can do it, you will certainly help him. If you can't, you can only say sorry.

"You can do it." Zhao Yishan said firmly: "do you remember the sketch" blind date "that you and Xuejing and Laofan performed in the CCTV Spring Festival Gala last year

Liu Zixia nodded and said, "I remember last year's cooperation, very happy."

"Well, I'd like you to write a sketch book about blind date for me." Zhao Yishan tone sincerely said: "don't worry, I will pay you, I can't let you write for me in vain."

"Hi, Miss Zhao, where do you want to go?" Liu Zixia quickly said: "we are all friends, not to mention this" blind date "actually has a sequel, but I'm afraid you say I meddle in my own business and didn't write it for you."

"How can it be meddling?" Zhao Yishan said, "it's too late for me to be happy! I didn't expect you to have blind date 2! Well, one million, I'll buy you this book. "

For a sketch book, one million is already a very high price in the industry.

Because compared with movies and TV dramas, comedies such as skits and crosstalk are not very profitable. After all, these artistic forms have to be moved to the stage or screen to make enough money.

Therefore, Zhao Yishan's price is entirely based on Liu Zixia's face.

"Miss Zhao, if you ask me for money again, we don't even have to be friends."

Liu Zixia looked solemn and said, "if I guess correctly, are you going to perform this program at the Lantern Festival party? Well, I'll write out the book in the next two days and email it to you. "

"Well... Thank you so much." Zhao Yishan was a little embarrassed. He was a bit philistine when he repeatedly mentioned the word "money".

In fact, it's not surprising that he said so. After all, modern society is a society where money is the most important. If there is no interest foundation, how can others help you?

Friendship?

Except for Liu Zixia, I'm afraid no one will believe these two words!

"You're welcome." Liu Zixia said, "Mr. Zhao, I wish you a smooth return. When you get home, please say hello to my aunt for me."

Zhao Yishan said, "OK, I'll take it with me."

After a few more conversations, Liu Zixia hung up.

"Going out to work again?" Li Mengyi looked at Liu Zixia and asked, with a little complaint in his eyes.

How long has it been since I was born? How can I go out to work again?

"No, no, no!" Liu Zixia shook his head and said, "it's Mr. Zhao Yishan from Dongguan. I performed a sketch blind date for him at the Spring Festival Gala last year? In fact, I wrote that sketch. He wanted me to help him write a blind date 2. "

"Oh, yes!" Li Meng nodded and said, "then you can help him."

"Yes, I have promised him." Liu Zixia nodded and said, "tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, I'll pass it to him when I finish writing. I can only take advantage of this strength to help him write it. After that, I don't want to move."

"Dad, you are so lazy!" Yueyue began to laugh, and her little hand was still rowing on her face.

"Well, you dare say dad is lazy!" Liu Zixia feints anger and rushes over to scratch Yueyue.

The little guy laughed so much that tears were coming out.

……

After playing with father and daughter, Liu Zixia called her home in Shanghai.

After paying New Year's respects to every elder in his family, Liu Zixia began to say hello to his friends.

After all, many of his friends, especially the Lin family, the Fang family and the he family, have to call to say hello. Liu Zixia is busy from 12 a.m. until more than 1 a.m.

I slept for only 4 hours in a night. I was woken up by the outside air, cannon and sound at 5 o'clock in the morning.

Fireworks and firecrackers are not allowed in the urban area of Beijing. There are more and more air cannons.

After eating the dumplings of Wugeng, Liu Zixia picked out a warm down jacket and went out directly.

In fact, Lang Wenxing is the only neighbor in the community who is most familiar with him. However, instead of celebrating the new year here, Lang Wenxing moved to a villa in the suburb.

The area over there is larger, and it's more suitable for people to celebrate the new year together.

Driving around the whole city, almost all of his inland friends live in Beijing.

So it took nearly three hours.

If it wasn't for Lang Wenxing, who was far away in the suburbs, who called Liu Zixia and told him that there was still "Chinese character dictation conference" to be recorded in the morning of lunar new year, he would have been in Tongxian by now.