City: My Little Prodigy

Play with a cotton-tapping tool?"

Wang Xiaobao was petrified in an instant.

Is this f*ck a human thing?

How can there be such a thing in Heaven!

The point is to watch Shen Lang, the lessons of history lay before you.

Wang Xiaobao didn't dare to say anything, and silently picked up the wooden bow and wooden hammer...

Follow the action rhythm in the MV and dance while singing.

"Bouncing, bouncing cotton, bouncing cotton."

"Half a catty of cotton stretches into eighty-two-eight."

"Old cotton flicks into new cotton..."

A few days passed.

Soon, Wang Xiaobao's skill in playing cotton could be regarded as a reluctance to graduate.

Talked about the time of the live broadcast on Douyin.

The next day, Shen Lang brought a group of people and tools.

Go directly to the square next door.

When he came to the place where he sang Huangmei Opera, Shen Lang was slightly taken aback.

Lin Jiayao and the others on the side also stayed where they were.

In the square, only Shen Lang and the others said they were going to perform in front of the big tree.

There was a circle of people inside and out.

Moreover, for such a moment, he was stunned.

There are still people running over.

In his mouth, he talked excitedly.

"That's it?"

"Are you sure you're playing cotton?"

"Isn't it still a Huangmei opera before?"

"You ask me what I'm doing, and it's very clear on Douyin's dynamic."

"It feels like watching someone blow up popcorn when I was a kid!"

"It's a little exciting to think about it!"

"..."

After hearing the words of these passers-by, Lin Jiayao and the others came back to their senses.

He said in shock.

"uncle···"

"Well, so many people actually come to see Little Treasure Playing Cotton?"

"I... I'm a little lost..."

"Can you get so many audiences by playing cotton this year?"

"What a daze!"

Wang Xiaobao held the wooden bow and said with glowing eyes.

His face and neck turned red with excitement.

"You don't care why they come!"

"Anyway, it's just to see me perform!"

"Uncle, let's go!"

"I can't wait to play cotton!"

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Saying that, the group pushed aside the crowd and walked towards the inside.

I saw a few people holding all kinds of strange tools in their hands.

The onlookers were not stupid, they said immediately.

"You are the team of Guofeng Junior, aren't you?"

"Is it really going to play cotton today?"

"I brought a quilt here, can you play it for me?"

"..."

Surrounded by so many people asking questions.

Lin Jiayao blushed a little.

Wang Xiaobao, the bear boy, also held a wooden bow, and didn't know what to say.

I stared blankly at so many people.

"Don't get excited!"

At this moment, Shen Lang felt out a gong from nowhere.

A loud knock.

said slowly.

"We're here to play cotton for a live show."

"If you have any questions, you can ask."

"But with such a big person, there must be order, understand?"

"Otherwise, I'll spank you!"

In an instant, the crowd fell silent.

Some curiously looked at Shen Lang.

Seeing such a cute little lady.

Grandma waved her hand fiercely and said that she wanted to spank someone else's ass.

Many passers-by who were watching couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Little brother, it's not good to just spank someone's ass?"

"What about the elders in your family?"

"Why didn't you come with you?"

"..."

"I am their elder!"

Shen Lang struck the gong and said calmly.

"In terms of seniority, they all call me uncle."

Hearing Shen Lang's words, the onlookers were stunned.

How big does this little lady look?

Eight or nine years old, right?

How did you become an uncle?

But before any of them asked.

Shen Lang said simply and neatly.

"Okay, since everyone has come, let's start the show."

"Come on, Little Treasure, give everyone some cotton."

"it is good!"

watched by so many viewers.

Wang Xiaobao couldn't bear it any longer, and immediately picked up the tool.

Seeing this, the crowd of onlookers who had prepared old cotton coats and quilts early in the morning.

They also took them out and said excitedly.

"Play my quilt first, it's pure cotton made by the elderly at home."

"What are you, I'm the pure cotton coat made by someone!"

"Little boss, how much are you playing this time?"

"..."

More people who just came to watch, all turned their attention to Shen Lang.

said with interest.

"What a lovely little boss."

"Bai Nen's little face is very soft at first glance, I want to pinch."

"Little boss, how many times can you flick the cotton to bring you home?"

"..."

The traditional craft of playing cotton is really rare.

Not long after the live broadcast, there were more and more onlookers.

There were even people who came specifically just to take a look at Shen Lang.

On the barrage in the live broadcast room, both Chinese and English are flying together, and people watching are dazzled.

"Is this the eight-year-old uncle who raised a young boy with a foreign style?"

"My God, what the hell is this doing?"

"Dude, is the ancient style of the Celestial Dynasty originally such a concept?"

"Explain to foreign friends."

"The concept of national style is actually very diverse, not only limited to ancient cultures."

"Don't you think that little uncle is very powerful?"

"I'm still playing in the mud at my age."

"And the family has been trained by my uncle to become a young boy with a national style."

"Not only can he sing Huangmei Opera, but also play cotton."

"It's sour, sour, the heaven owes me an uncle!"

"Hey, my uncle is so serious and cute."

"..."

Seeing that there are more and more barrages in the live broadcast room.

The popularity is also rising, and it soon reached as many as hundreds of thousands.

Moreover, this number is still growing.

At this moment, a barrage suddenly flashed past.

"Huh? Little uncle's live broadcast room is so popular."

"Why isn't there a reward?"

Seeing this barrage, the barrage in the live broadcast room suddenly thickened a few layers.

"Yes! Why didn't you give a reward?"

"No, my eight-year-old uncle has started to train ten-year-old nephews in order to carry forward the national style." "I'm going to give a reward now and contribute my strength to my uncle!"

"..."

After a few seconds, the audience in the live broadcast room realized that something was wrong.

The reward in this live broadcast room is not open at all!

Just wondering, Shen Lang also saw the barrage in the live broadcast room.

Waving his hand, he said calmly.

"You don't have to think about rewards!"

"To promote the culture of the Celestial Dynasty is to promote it well."

"What's the reward?"

"I'm not short of money."

Hearing Shen Lang's words, the barrage stopped instantly.

A few seconds later, a barrage floated past.

"Little uncle is so domineering!"