Lu's villa.
living room.
The atmosphere fell into a deathly silence again.
According to Jian Chenglang's arrangement, Qu Sinian was in charge of supervising Lu Li; Lu Junhan was in charge of supervising Qu Qianqian; Jian Yi was in charge of supervising Zhang Yiming; and Zhang Dazhuang was in charge of supervising Jian Xiyan.
The photographers and staff of the three groups of guests stood not far away, and all of them held their breath for fear of disturbing them.
This struggle between parents and children seems to be peaceful without gunpowder, but in fact, there are dark waves and smoke everywhere, and the war is about to break out.
The audience in the live broadcast room placed bets one after another, and some people thought that the little guys would definitely win.
However, some people believed that Jian Chenglang's arrangement was correct, and his analysis was reasonable and well-founded. This time, the parents would definitely win.
Most of the rest of the people felt that the final result would definitely be a lose-lose situation—the child drove the parents crazy again, and the parents couldn't bear it anymore, beating the child to death, no one could please.
The title of the composition has not changed, it is still: my father.
After the four little guys wrote the topic on the new composition text with ease, they began to write the text.
The first sentence is still: [I have a father, his name is xxx...]
The four little guys are all writing seriously.
Half a minute later, Zhang Dazhuang was the first to speak out.
"Jane... Dou Xin? Hahaha, who is this Jian Dou Xin?"
He couldn't hold it back, let out a "hey", subconsciously patted Jian Xiyan's thin back with his thick and dark hands, and laughed boldly:
"Silly boy, isn't your father's name Jian Yi? Why did you write a composition and change your father's name!"
Zhang Dazhuang is used to taking pictures of Zhang Yiming.
At this moment, the force is still the same as that of Zhang Yiming, without any reduction.
But Zhang Yiming is a sturdy little fat man, no matter how hard he beats him, he can't be beaten badly. He is very solid, but Jian Xiyan is not. Lie down on the table.
Simple Western proverb: "..."
If it was Zhang Yiming here, he would have scolded him loudly.
But Jian Xiyan had difficulty speaking, and couldn't hold back a word for a long time, so angry that he blushed, and was looking for a clipboard to write, and told Zhang Dazhuang not to shoot him.
But before he found the writing board, he was photographed again by Zhang Dazhuang, who had no eyesight.
This time, Jian Xiyan was photographed and lay down on the table.
Simple Western proverb: "..."
Simple Western proverb: "!!!!!!"
I really want to curse!
"Hey! Son, don't you know how to write your father's name?"
Zhang Dazhuang didn't notice Jian Xiyan's staring gaze at him, so he babbled:
"It is true that your father's name is indeed difficult to write, but you are educated, you don't know, when I got your father's business card, I studied it for a long time, hahaha, I studied it for a long time, but I didn't know I figured out what the word was, and thought it was a typo on the computer! I found out after asking someone else, that the word has the same pronunciation as the meaning of 'accident'. Hey, why don't you say your father is called Jian Yi? What! What an easy name to write!"
Simple Western proverb: "..."
"Hey, why did you lie on the table," Zhang Dazhuang noticed now, and quickly pulled him back, "You still have to write a composition, don't fall asleep! Go to sleep after writing."
Simple Western proverb: "..."
There was no expression on Jian Xiyan's delicate and fair little face.
The audience just fell down laughing.
It's really one thing and one thing.
Jian Xiyan doesn't like to talk, but he met Zhang Dazhuang who loves to talk, chatter and yell. The expression on Jian Xiyan's face was paralyzed.
The way the two get along is naturally the same as talking with a duck, they are not on the same channel.
Jian Xiyan couldn't bear it anymore, found his writing board, and wrote a few large characters: Don't! push! I! ! !
Zhang Dazhuang saw him, heyed again, he scratched his head, and said with a haha smile: "You said it earlier, I used to push my son a lot, but I got used to it by accident, I must have regarded you as my son just now .”
Jian Xiyan frowned tightly.
He talks a lot, why is this man more annoying than his father.
If it weren't for the fact that he was brother Yiming's father, he would have fought with him long ago!
Jian Xiyan didn't bother to pay attention to him and continued to write his composition.
But Zhang Dazhuang hastily corrected him:
"You haven't changed your father's name yet. If you don't know how to write it, uncle can write it for you. I haven't written your father's name yet. By the way, how did you write your father's name? There is a business card Is it? After I researched it, I forgot it directly, but your father's name is really hard to remember... "
Jian Xiyan took a deep breath, unable to bear it anymore, in order to shut up Zhang Dazhuang, he directly pulled the eraser, erased the word "bean heart", and then re-wrote the word "Yi" on it.
This time, the word "Yi" still ran out of the grid, but Jian Xiyan didn't seem to notice it. It seemed that as long as Zhang Dazhuang could shut up, he would do anything.
Jian Chenglang looked at him dumbfounded.
He just thought that changing parents might have some effect, but he didn't expect the effect to be so strong.
Before his brother asked Xiao Yan to change the word, Xiao Yan acted as if he hadn't heard it, and refused to change it.
His brother looked like he was going to beat someone up, but Xiao Yan still went his own way.
But now, under Zhang Dazhuang's few words, he actually changed it! ! ! !
Jian Chenglang looked at Zhang Dazhuang, then at the angry Jian Xiyan, and whispered to the taciturn Jian Yi with a bewildered expression:
"So, brother, the reason why you couldn't cure Xiaoyan in the past was because you talked too little?"
Jian Yi: "..."
Afterwards, in order to make Zhang Dazhuang shut up, Jian Xiyan would change whatever Zhang Dazhuang said, and Zhang Dazhuang asked him to praise Jian Yi, but even though Jian Xiyan was reluctant, she still exaggerated.
Obviously, I hope to finish writing the composition quickly so that I can completely get rid of Zhang Dazhuang.
Jian Chenglang was dumbfounded again, and murmured: "So you will praise your father, little man."
Jian Xi rolled his eyes at him, as if saying, is he talking nonsense
Jian Chenglang: "..."
Sure enough, the child still has to be forced. If you don't force him, you will never know how much he has the potential to praise his father.
Not only him, but also Zhang Yiming.
Like Zhang Dazhuang, Zhang Yiming was restless and yelling, but if he wanted to move or talk, Jian Yi, who was supervising him, would speak out coldly.
Every time there is only one concise word: "write."
Zhang Yiming turned his head and saw Jian Yi's expressionless, cold face that looked a little scary.
My heart trembled, and I lost all restless thoughts.