Tell a bedtime story to the bun around you... Tell a bedtime story... Bedtime story...
The brothers and sisters were a little dumbfounded, but the children were better. Musha looked at Mu Chen, who was a head taller than herself, and couldn't help showing disgust at the thought of telling stories to such a big brother.
"What are you doing with such an expression?" Seeing her sister's disgusting look, Mu Chen pouted and choked her, "Do you know what this part of the show is going to do? It's to bridge the gap between siblings."
In the later stage, he typed out the "chasm of family affection", rolled in the back, and turned Mu Chen's voice into a rough electronic sound, repeating it aloud. At the same time, the camera turned to the face of the curtain, and the face was full of love.
"I think after telling a story, the gap between family affection will be wider." Musha rolled her eyes. Of course, because of her good looks, a woman rolls her eyes and is still a woman.
The camera turned to Wen Qing, because they got the mahjong room given by the Zhong brothers, the two girls were safe at night, but they were a little noisy. Closing the door, you can still hear the sound of playing mahjong downstairs.
"Bedtime story..." Wen Qing sat beside the bed and patted her sister's head. I got motion sickness in the warm and rainy bus ride today. It’s been a lot better after taking such a long rest, but my face is still a little bad, “Are you still dizzy?”
"Don't be dizzy." Wen Yu looked at her sister with bright eyes. She was young and her skin looked particularly tender. She seemed to have a soft light effect under the camera, and the audience couldn't help but shout her cuteness.
"Then let's go to sleep." Wen Qing turned off the light, so the camera couldn't capture the situation in the house, so she got into the bed and hugged her sister, "What story should I tell? Tell me the original book of "The Biography of Concubine Shu", I've read it It will be recited many times.”
"I've watched it many times." Wen Yu protested, the play is similar to the original, and there is no expectation at all.
Of course, there is no expectation of the story, the advantage is that the sister fell asleep after a while.
On Zhao Xu's side, because the younger sister is young, she can still sleep with her brother. After receiving the task, Zhao Xu sat in the yard scratching his head, telling stories or something. As an athlete, he is not good at it! "Sister, come here, brother will tell you a bedtime story."
However, Zhao Yan, who got the yard of "Chickens and Dogs Thieves", was excitedly chasing chickens and chasing dogs in the yard.
That vicious looking dog was rubbing against Zhao Yan's leg at the moment. Zhao Yan was standing on tiptoe, and from the inner fence, she fished out a fluffy chick and held it in her hand.
"I don't want to go to bed yet. What bedtime story should I tell?" Zhao Yan ignored her brother and put the chick on the big dog's head. The big dog looked up and tried to look at the chick, but couldn't.
"Tweet!" As if to echo what Zhao Yan said, the chick barked, and the big dog also barked, which immediately shook the chick down.
The camera zoomed in to see Zhao Yan happily running around in the yard, Zhao Xu reluctantly held his face and sat on the side, changing ten moves in a row, and then the younger sister finally had fun and went to sleep.
"Once upon a time there was a king who..."
Despite the twists and turns, the story is successfully told.
The camera turns to the Yu brothers, and the style of painting suddenly changes. In the exquisitely decorated living room, Yu Tang held a tall glass with half a cup of "Mengbu Energy Drink", one of the program sponsors.
"The character card said, let Baozi tell a bedtime story and tell one." Yu Tang crossed Erlang's legs and raised his chin at the younger brother on the side.
Yu Lin rolled his eyes: "Can I tell you the secret history of the Great Yu?"
Yu Tang raised her eyebrows slightly, walked over, picked up her brother, and put it on her shoulders: "I know the secret history of Dayu, I want to hear what that little girl in your kindergarten has to do with you."
"Don't talk nonsense." Yu Lin covered his face, there is a camera here, and when his brother said that, his face was disgraced all over the country.
Because this house is a high-end hotel, there is a lot of everything needed, and Yu Tang also ordered a sumptuous late-night snack. It's completely different from the other couples of bitter brothers.
The film crew was very helpless to the Yu brothers who had read all the requirements of the mission in reverse, and the audience on the TV was already laughing.
"Tell me now, just tell the bedtime stories your mother read to you when you were a child." Yu Tang poked his younger brother with his toes.
Little Yu Lin frowned, and began to tell a story with a face full of unwillingness: "There used to be three bears, a father bear, a mother bear, and a baby bear."
Yu Tang put her hands under her head and waited for the next sentence. She waited for a long time without saying a word, and her younger brother had already sunk into the quilt, ready to sleep.
"Then what?" Yu Tang kicked his brother's pout.
"No more!" Yu Lin said seriously, he didn't like listening to the bedtime stories his mother told him, and only remembered this sentence.
Yu Tang: "..."
In the later stage, he couldn't help but type "This is too much to deal with", forming a barrage that whizzed past Yu Tang's dumbfounded expression.
On the other side, the brothers of the Zhong family sleep on the bamboo building that leaks the wind, looking up at the stars and listening to the insects. It looks very romantic, but in fact...
"Brother, it's so cold..." Zhong Yibin said resentfully.
Zhong Jiabin was a little helpless, because he wanted to exchange with others in a gentlemanly manner, and now he is starting to regret it again. Reaching out his hand, he pulled his younger brother towards him: "Come over to me."
"No... No need..." Zhong Yibin stiffened for a moment. As a man who had already bent over and his daughter-in-law was still watching in front of the monitor, he felt a lot of pressure.
However, the audience was instantly excited because of the big brother's words.
[Ah ah ah! Brother is so gentle!
[Come, come to my brother's arms!
[yooooooo~
Regardless of his younger brother's expression of resistance, the elder brother of the Zhong family dragged his younger brother to this side, and leaned towards the middle himself. The closer you get, the warmer it will be.
"Brother, tell a story." In the strange atmosphere, Zhong Yibin suddenly remembered the task.
"Yeah." The elder brother of the Zhong family responded, closed his eyes and prepared to go to sleep, without any intention of telling a story.
Seeing that his brother was ignoring him, Zhong Yibin stretched out a paw, called on his brother and pushed him: "Brother, don't sleep, tell a story."
The camera gave a close-up of Zhong Yibin's face, and the handsome face surrounded by the quilt was suddenly enlarged. Later, he drew a circle of Father Sun's hat and turned it into a baby.
With words [Baby want to listen to bedtime stories!
Zhong Jiabin reluctantly opened his eyes, was silent for a moment, and said slowly in his low and magnetic voice: "There used to be three little pigs, and they were going to build a house. One little pig chose to use straw as a house, and the second little pig The house was made of wood, and the third little pig chose to use bamboo to make the house…”
Zhong Yibin blinked, he lost his memory and couldn't remember this kind of children's story, but he felt something was wrong.
In the later stage, he helped him hit a big arrow, pointing to the house with eight leaks [made of bamboo.
The author has something to say: Small Theater:
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Qinqin: Then what story do you want to hear
Erbing: I want to hear your story about two little pigs
Qinqin: What is the story of the two little pigs
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