Mom Was Washing Dishes In The Mushroom House And Exposed My Vest

"Oh my God, the boss behind the scenes is Aunt Li.

"Kneel down, kneel down, kneel down for Aunt Li."

"It's amazing, Aunt Li is amazing."

"Aunt Li knows how to play!"

"Aunt Li is the real king."

"It's just, damn...

"Obviously it was Ye Shaoheng who made the call on his fucking cell phone. How could Yun Zhonghe be Aunt Li?

You people don’t even think about it when you post comments?”

"We caught an honest man, come and watch quickly.

"Catch him, don't let him escape."

“It’s rare to have such a simple child these days.

"Lock him up, sell tickets, and make a fortune even if he doesn't say anything."

"Ma Dan, sit tight, even Yun Zhonghe is Ye Shaoheng's vest."

"I'm sorry, my heart, for letting you bear a weight that you shouldn't bear today."

"Is there any royal law? Is there any law?"

"Why is this kind of person still alive and well? Shouldn't he be dragged to the laboratory for autopsy?"

"Yes, this kind of person is definitely not normal."

"There's a strong possibility it's aliens."

"I predicted it from the beginning, Ye Shaoheng is definitely a time traveler, and the kind with a system...

"It would be difficult to check if it is a "450" ​​time traveler, because most of them are soul travelers, so even an autopsy will be useless."

"Dânâ…"

"You guys have read too many novels."

"I have already thought about it. I am going to Feilu to write a novel, with Ye Shaoheng as the protagonist, and the story that happened today.

If I didn’t make money, I would stand on my head and wash my hair. "

"Go ahead and write it, and I'll give you a reward and a full order when the time comes."

"It's been ten years. I, a forty-year-old middle-aged man, have actually worshiped a fifteen-year-old child for ten years. How can this be justified?"

"I started studying Yun Zhonghe's poetry collection when I retired. Now I'm about to be buried. I haven't admired him for ten years."

"Haha, laugh to death...

"Ye Shaoheng is really indifferent to human affairs."

"When I was fifteen years old, I wrote that earth-shattering collection of poems. I was also drunk."

"Hey...how come the gap between people is so big!"

Yang Mi has not announced the results yet.

But what she said basically announced the results.

The audience in the live broadcast room wailed.

Ye Shaoheng was only fifteen years old in 2012.

He has already written classic prose poems such as "To See or Not to See", "Haiyan", "The Farthest Distance in the World", "Farewell to Cambridge", etc.

This makes it impossible for people to live.

The key is that he also likes to deliberately show off his operations.

Use Guo Weiwei as a vest.

The first novel "Little Times" chooses a female perspective.

Deliberately leading the audience to think of him as a woman for ten years.

Writing poems using Yun Zhonghe is obviously a man.

He actually wrote a prose poem like "To the Oak" from a female perspective.

You have your copper and iron,

Like a knife, like a sword, like a sword.

I have my red flowers,

Like a heavy sigh,

And like a heroic torch.

I bother!

You are a grown man...

wrong!

It should be you, a little man, how on earth did you come up with such a poem?

Don't you get goosebumps when you write it?

It’s simply too perverted!

After Yang Mi said this, it was as if her body had been drained of all her strength. She walked to the wall and leaned against it.

Looking up, I saw a collection of Ye Shaoheng's poems. I don't know which country's language version of his poems.

"What kind of person are you?"

She stared blankly, sighed, and murmured to herself.

Reba laughed and cried.

Tears slowly slid down her fair and delicate face.

On that beautiful face, there were crystal clear tears.

I once admired your waistcoat Han Shuang, and I once admired your waistcoat Guo Weiwei. Now, all my favorite poets are you.

"You are everywhere, but which one is you?"

Reba blinked his eyes, and the tears hidden in his eyes fell again.

Zifeng was the happiest, with a look on his face, "Look, even Yun Zhonghe, who is known as the God of Poetry, is my Shaoheng's horse." ’

Extremely proud!

Teacher He's eyes were blurred, and there was no expression on his face.

"Why!"

After a long time, Teacher He sighed heavily.

At this moment, his well-maintained face seemed to have suffered a major blow, and he seemed to be several years older.

Teacher He has been the host of "Happy Camp" for more than 20 years.

The guests in each issue are all top-notch people from all walks of life.

Having seen so many geniuses, he thought that there was no more so-called genius in this world that could impress him.

At this moment, he knew he was wrong!

How wrong.

The so-called geniuses I have seen and been exposed to before.

In front of Ye Shaoheng.

He can only be regarded as a mediocre person.

"Mimi, now that the evidence is conclusive, please announce the result."

Teacher He said in a desolate tone.

"oh!"

Yang Mi left the wall and swayed in front of the camera.

"Dear viewers, after our verification, Yun Zhonghe, known as the 'God of Poetry', has confirmed his true identity.

His original name is Ye Shaoheng, male, twenty-five years old this year.

When "Yun Zhonghe Poems" was published, he was only fifteen years old.

Except for Yun Zhonghe's vest.

He also owns Zhi Tong, whose representative work is "Ma Liang, the Magic Pen".

An Tusheng of the masterpiece "Snow White".

Guo Weiwei's masterpiece "Fantasy City".

Han Shuang of the masterpiece "Norwegian Wood".

These four vests.

So now I declare...

Zhitong, An Tusheng, Gu Le, Guo Weiwei, Han Shuang, Han Han, and Yun Zhonghe are all Ye Shaoheng's vests. "

Yang Mi announced the result in this way.

Those who had already accepted that Ye Shaoheng was Yun Zhonghe were stunned again.

Brother, what are you doing?

Dominate the literary world?

Do you want others to live?

If it were anyone else, feel free to own any of the creative vests below.

You can immediately lay down for the rest of your life.

It's good for you, not only do you not lie down, but you also change your waistcoat and go around doing things.

If this continues, won't all areas be occupied by you?

The self-media worker who is most particular about speed, just after Yang Mi’s words fell.

They have already started making videos or writing copy.

These people who work in self-media.

They are all people who love freedom and do not want to be restricted by others.

But today, after Ye Shaoheng's series of vests were exposed, they felt like they were at work.

In just a few hours, they wrote seven or even eight or nine articles…………

I took at least seven videos.

This workload is much greater than that of workers under the 996 welfare report, okay?

But it’s impossible not to write.

The survival of self-media depends on speed and random fabrication.

Wouldn't it be foolish not to add heat to such a big matter?

China Central Television office building.

Li Liyi, who had just returned to the office after a meeting, sat on the soft sofa chair and let out a long sigh of relief.

Ye Shaoheng, Ye Shaoheng, do you have too many vests?

I kindly prepared a column for you.

Halfway through the broadcast, you told me you didn't have any other horse boxes.

*......

This matter was solved perfectly.

She closed her eyes and pressed her temples with her hands, preparing to take a good rest.

It has been many years and I have never been as busy as I am today.

After all, CCTV works step by step, and only temporarily inserts programs once or twice a year.

Today, it's just an outsider.

"Tot..."

Li Liyi's eyes just closed, and the rapid knock on the door sounded again.

"brush!"

Li Liyi sat upright suddenly and looked at the door with burning eyes.

A voice in my heart was shouting hard.

Don't be an assistant, don't be an assistant.

"Please come in." Li Liyi tried her best to maintain her dignity as the stage director.

The door opens.

To Li Liyi's dismay, the old man was the assistant she liked very much before, but now she hates him very much.

"Director, something happened again!" the assistant said in a panic.

Li Liyi twitched the corner of her mouth twice, and then asked in a dignified tone, "After all, is Ye Shaoheng having trouble again?"

The assistant's eyes widened with a look of disbelief on his face.

The director is indeed the director, he can guess this.

"It's him.

"What's the matter?" Li Liyi tried her best to control the flames in her heart and asked through gritted teeth.

The assistant smiled and said: "He exposed another vest."

Li Liyi felt like the world was spinning.

How many vests do these 2.9 people have?

Is it over yet?

Now she regrets so much that she shouldn't have inserted this program for him at all.

Otherwise, where would so many things come from now?

Li Liyi asked with some life: "What vest?"

"It's Yun Zhonghe who wrote many, many excellent poems." The assistant was afraid that Li Liyi didn't know, so he added, "It's the Yun Zhonghe who wrote prose poems such as "To the Oak Tree", "Street Lamp in the Sky", "A Generation" and so on. "

"What?"

Li Liyi almost fell off the chair.

Crane in the clouds!

That was Yun Zhonghe, the person she had liked for ten years.

It’s also Ye Shaoheng’s vest?

"Yun Zhonghe's Poetry Collection" was published in 2012 when he was thirteen years old in 2010.

In other words, he was only 15 years old when he wrote "Collected Poems of Yunzhonghe"?

Is this really a human being?

"Director, are you okay?"

Seeing Li Liyi's pale face, the assistant asked worriedly.

Li Liyi waved her hands with all her strength, "I'm fine.

You go and gather all the backstage staff who are working on "Inventory of Ye Shaoheng's Top Ten Works" today.

Meeting in conference room!”

The assistant's face froze, is there another meeting?

Is the director planning to hold all meetings this year?