I Just Want To Be a Little Fresh Meat

The masked singer guess the second episode is over.

The lonely sandbar is cold, and without surprise it has become a hot topic again.

At the same time, Fang Bei’s friend’s poem "Bu Shouzi" also caused quite a stir.

Although, many people don't understand what this means.

However, they think this must be very powerful.

Nonsense, let alone writing ancient poems, it is difficult to memorize it.

Yenching.

Ling Fei is an ancient poetry lover and a member of the Poetry Association.

Today, while browsing Weibo, she discovered an interesting thing.

That is, the masked singer guessed this variety show, and there was a word unexpectedly.

That's right, a word appeared in singing programs.

This is the same as the chicken laying goose eggs, and it doesn't correspond at all!

The point is that this phrase is pretty good.

At least, she didn't have the level of making this poem.

So she forwarded the poem to the group of the Poetry Association.

"Feifei, it's so late, still sharing ancient poems."

At this time, Liu Lao, the vice chairman of Huaxia Poetry, happened to see the poem shared by Ling Fei.

and many more.

He seems to have never seen this word before!

At first, Liu Lao just glanced lightly.

However, when he read the word carefully, he discovered that he hadn't read it before.

Crucially, this word does not seem to be simple!

"Feifei, where did this word come from? Could it be, from which ancient book did you find it?"

Seeing this poem, Lao Liu suddenly became calm.

"Oh, Mr. Liu, you are all out."

"No, Mr. Liu, why are you so excited?"

"What word, let me see."

"Fuck, who wrote this word? How come I haven't seen it."

"It's okay to write this word, it's not right, it's very okay. Feifei, where did you find it."

When the members saw the bubbling of Vice Chairman Liu Lao, they all greeted each other.

However, after they carefully read the divination poem shared by Ling Fei, they were shocked.

The word...

"Grandpa Liu, I saw it on Weibo."

After seeing so many people who were shocked, Ling Fei explained the origin of this phrase.

"Weibo, what Weibo?"

"It's the masked singer Guess Guess, a variety show."

"variety show?"

Upon hearing this, not only Lao Liu, but also the other members of the Ancient Poetry Association expressed confusion.

How does this ancient poem have something to do with variety shows?

"Is such that......"

In the next minute, Ling Fei told what she had learned.

When she finished speaking, everyone was even more shocked.

This is also OK?

"Feifei, do you know who this onion is?"

For variety shows, Mr. Liu doesn't care.

However, he is very interested in this onion player's friend.

It is certainly not easy for him to write this poem.

At least, he wants to meet this person.

If you have the opportunity, it's okay to have a conversation together.

"I don't know, his identity has not been guessed yet."

Ling Fei made a frustrated expression.

"Can you find out, who is this person?"

"It shouldn't be possible, after all, this show is not over yet."

"No, I'll find someone to see."

......

Hangzhou Food Street.

At this moment, Wu Tong is asking his subordinates to eat supper.

Now, the ratings of the show are rising steadily.

Moreover, it is very likely to break the ratings record of variety shows in the future.

You said, should he be a treat?

Dudu...

Wu Tong who was eating, saw the phone rang, and answered the call.

He was a little puzzled, who would look for him at this late hour?

After all, this caller ID is an unfamiliar number.

"Hello."

"Hello, is this Xiao Wu?"

Um?

Hearing the other party calling him Xiao Wu, Wu Tong suddenly felt a little strange.

Because there are not many who call themselves that way.

"Yes, are you?"

"Oh, I am Liu Jianye, the vice president of the Poetry Association. I contacted you today mainly because of something. I just contacted your director, and your director said that I want to ask you about this."

Liu Jianye, vice president of the Poetry Association?

Wait, why is this name so familiar?

"Liu, Mr. Liu, hello, hello, what is it?"

Wu Tong frowned and thought about it, then he thought of who the other party was.

He remembered that Taili had done a poem appreciation column before, as if he had invited the other party.

At that time, the director of the station was very respectful to him.

Moreover, this person is also a professor in the Chinese Department of Yan University.

Thinking of this, Wu Tong's attitude immediately became respectful.

"It's like this. I heard that your guess program produced a word. I want to know who this onion player is and who his friend is."

Lao Liu didn't go in circles, and directly told the other party the purpose of the call.

"This, this old Liu, the identity of this player, it is not convenient for us to disclose."

"Your director said the same, so let me find you. I just want to know who he is, and I will never reveal it."

"Lao Liu, we have rules about this. After all, he is still participating in the show, so..."

Wu Tong was very embarrassed about this request from Lao Liu.

However, after thinking about it again and again, he still refused.

"Alright, this really embarrass you. Then you can help me ask, who is the Onion player's friend? This is always okay."

Lao Liu retired and asked for the next best thing, no longer asking Onion's true identity.

However, he is still very concerned about the person who made this song "Lonely Sand Bar is Cold".

"no problem."

Wu Tong agreed to this question.

As long as Onion’s identity is not revealed, everything else can be discussed.

"Thank you first, then."

"You're welcome."

......

Hotel near Ningchuan Film and Television Base.

Fang Bei arrived on the crew just after three o'clock in the night.

No way, Hangzhou is too far away from Ningchuan Province.

On the way, Fang Bei was tired.

It is simply suffering.

However, Fang Bei felt a lot more energetic after thinking of the 300,000 arrival.

Earn 300,000 yuan a night, even if you find a rich woman, you can't do that much.

After returning to the hotel where the crew was entrusted, Fang Bei fell asleep directly.

He woke up about ten o'clock in the afternoon.

After waking up, habitually glanced at the phone time.

Good guy

I don't know this, but I was shocked at first glance.

There are several missed calls and messages on the mobile phone~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and three of the missed calls were made by the director Wu Tong.

One was played by Ren Jia.

Fang Bei hesitated, first called Ren Jia.

The other party was fine, so he asked where he was.

Fang Bei also told him the truth, in the hotel on the side of Ningchuan Film and Television Base.

Hearing this, the other party didn't ask much, and then asked when the start-up ceremony was held and it was hung up.

Fang Bei was a little strange about Ren Jia's reaction.

She keeps asking me where I am?

Later, Fang Bei returned another call to director Wu Tong.

The call is connected.

"Hey, Director Wu, what can I do for you?"

"Xiao Fang, you finally called back. By the way, is it convenient to talk now?"

"Convenient, what's the matter."

"It's nothing, just have something I want to ask you."

"what's up?"

On the other end of the phone, Wu Tong's tone paused a bit.

This shows that he is a little hesitant at the moment.

"That's it. Liu Lao, the vice president of the Poetry Association, asked me to ask you something. Of course, I didn't tell him your identity. He wants to know, who is your friend who wrote that poem?"

Fang Bei:? ? ? ? ?

Poetry Association?

What the hell?

Who is my friend?

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