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John was caught on the spot, and his mobile phone was taken away by the police and sealed for the first time.

At the same time, at Phoenix Airport, the Boeing 747 named by Lin Feng was also quarantined by the police for the first time.

And pre-placed bombs were soon found at the airport.

The moment they saw the bomb, the policemen were sweating on their foreheads, and their backs were chilled.

This Nima is too crazy!

The key is how to put it up?

Such a big airport, - no one found out?

Lin Feng didn't go back to the hotel, and took Lord Wolf - straight to Tomson Yipin.

When I arrived at the first product of Tomson, I saw a familiar figure.

"Sasha, why are you here?"

"Brother Lin." Yang Shasha trotted over: "There are a few endorsements, I want to tell you."

"Endorsement..." Lin Feng said: "Wait, wait for this year to end."

"Oh, that's fine, I'll come to you after the new year."

Yang Shasha asked, "Brother Lin, are you going back tonight?"

"Well, go back and take a shower and leave."

"Then you drive slower at night, the temperature is low these two days, and the road is slippery and difficult to walk."

"rest assured."

"Brother Lin, do you have any thoughts on your last wish?"

"There is a scope for the time being. The specifics have not yet been decided. Anyway, it will be soon. After the new year, we have to continue."

Lin Feng said: "Go back quickly, don't hang around outside, wear more clothes when it's cold, look at what you're wearing, don't be afraid of catching a cold?"

Yang Shasha just wore a wool coat, her ankles exposed were smooth, Lin Feng looked cold.

"I'm wearing stockings, flesh-colored." Yang Shasha also raised her leg and pulled the stockings: "Look, it's fleece inside."

"Put down, put your legs down."

Lin Feng quickly held her hand, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

There are so many people watching, be elegant!

As soon as the leg was lifted, it almost disappeared.

"Crash~"

It suddenly rained heavily outside. Lin Feng glanced at it and asked, "Did you come by car?"

"No, I came by taxi." Yang Shasha took out her mobile phone and said, "Brother Lin, go up, I've called a taxi."

"Stop calling, go up with me, and I'll take you back in a while."

"Need not……"

"Okay, come with me."

"oh oh."

Yang Shasha had to put down her phone and followed Lin Feng and Lord Lang upstairs.

She was no stranger to this place, and she no longer felt the restraint she had when she first came here.

"Bring whatever you want to drink, I'm going to take a shower."

Lin Feng went into the room to get clothes, and Yang Shasha boiled a pot of hot water and made two cups of tea.

Back in the living room, I saw Lord Wolf lying on the sofa with a lazy look.

"Lord Wolf, your hair is so long, will it be hot in summer?"

Lord Wolf glanced at her and continued watching TV.

"Otherwise I'll shave your hair in summer, and dye your tail and ears, it's very handsome."

She took out her mobile phone: "Look, this is my dog. It's dyed, isn't it pretty?"

She put the phone in front of Lord Wolf's eyes, Lord Wolf's head shrank back, took a look, hey, it's so beautiful.

Lord Wolf's eyes lit up: Ow~

"Do you think it's beautiful too?"

"Ow~" Lord Wolf nodded.

"Then when you come back next time, I'll take you to dye?"

"Ow~" Lord Wolf continued to nod his head.

"Hey, when Brother Lin comes out, I'll talk to him."

Lin Feng quickly finished taking a shower and came out with a change of clothes.

He wears the same clothes in winter and summer, mainly because he doesn't want to attract attention, otherwise he doesn't want to wear this coat.

But he overlooked one thing.

A good man like him is a firefly in the dark night. He is so outstanding that it is hard not to be noticed.

Wearing clothes or not wearing clothes makes no difference at all.

"Brother Lin, I made tea."

"Oh, thanks."

Lin Feng walked over, the tea was no longer hot, took a few sips and said, "Let's go, I'll take you home first."

The two of them went out and went downstairs.

Coming to the parking lot, Lin Feng drove his own big BMW station wagon, Lord Wolf sat in the back, and Yang Shasha sat in the co-pilot.

Yang Shasha sent him the address, connected to the navigation, and set off directly.

The car drove on the road, and Yang Shasha said, "Brother Lin, Lord Wolf wants to dye his hair."

"What?"

"That's it." Yang Shasha found the photo and handed it to him.

Lin Feng took a quick look and almost hit the accelerator as the brake.

He stabilized his mood, turned his head and asked, "Lord Wolf, are you serious?"

"Ow!"

"You... Okay, as long as you like it." At the end, he added: "But I still think you look good now."

The dignified Snow Wolf King, the long white hair is not too shabby!

Moreover, Lord Wolf's current reputation is second only to him.

Just walking on the street, it will attract a while of attention.

This suddenly has to change the color, or this colorful...

Lin Feng felt awkward looking at it.

But with the hair growing on it, Lin Feng couldn't say anything.

It's only been a few months since I came out of the mountains, and the aesthetics need to be improved.

At this point in time, the magic capital was quite congested, and it took about 40 minutes to drive Yang Shasha home.

"Brother Lin, pay attention to safety on the road." Yang Shasha stood at the gate of the community, waving her hands and instructing.

"Boom~"

Stepping on the accelerator, Lin Feng drove the car out.

He bought a [world-class old driver] car to drive.

This car is in his hands, like an arm command, he can control it how he wants, which makes him have a desire to drive.

Halfway through the car, the phone rang.

After he came out of the program group, his cell phone kept ringing.

The "bucket list" has called, and it's still the same old words.

There are other people seeking cooperation, Lin Feng pretended not to see it.

Yang Shasha has to contact Yang Shasha for all these matters. How can he sometimes make so many calls by himself.

He now sees how the right decision to have an agent.

Otherwise, there are so many miscellaneous things, he really can't handle it alone.

Taking a look, Yang Shasha called.

He immediately parked the car on the side of the road, thinking whether Yang Shasha had dropped something.

"Sasha, something fell?"

"No, no." Yang Shasha's tone was very excited: "Brother Lin, Zhang Ping called me!"

"Who is Zhang Ping?"

"The director of this year's Spring Festival Gala!"

"Oh." Lin Feng was moved: "What are you looking for from me?"

"Director Zhang wants to invite you to the Spring Festival Gala."

"Spring Festival Gala?"

It was indeed a surprise, a pleasant surprise.

What is the Spring Festival Gala?

Known as the highest palace in Daxia.

All the stars broke their heads thinking about the last Spring Festival Gala.

Even with zero pay, they are willing.

If we say that the highest ratings, in addition to the news network, is the Spring Festival Gala!

The undisputed king of ratings!

Lin Feng thought for a moment and said, "Give me Director Zhang's phone number."

"Hmm, I'll send it to you."

After hanging up, Lin Feng received the number.

He dialed through.

"dudu~"

"Hello. Who is this?"

"Director Zhang, I'm Lin Feng."

"Hello, Mr. Lin." Zhang Ping's tone suddenly brought a bit of a smile: "Miss Yang should have told you? I want to invite you to the Spring Festival Gala. I wonder what you think?"

"Sorry, I may not be able to go."

Lin Feng apologized: "The time is too tight, and the elderly at home are waiting for me to go back to celebrate the New Year."

The main reason is that this matter was not notified in advance, and the Chinese New Year is very important to Lin Feng.

He is still relatively traditional in his bones, and he must go home during the New Year.

Zhang Ping pondered for a few seconds and said, "Mr. Lin, I have an idea, listen to me."

"you say."

"Ask the old man at home if he is interested in coming to Sijiucheng for the New Year."

"Director Zhang means..."

"The elderly have a special plot for the Spring Festival Gala, and I think they may want to watch the Spring Festival Gala on the spot."

Zhang Ping said: "Of course, this is up to you. If you really can't come, then we can also connect on the spot. At that time, please say a few words of congratulations for the Spring Festival Gala."

"Okay, then I'll ask."

"Okay, I'll wait for your call."

After hanging up, Lin Feng immediately dialed Dad's cell phone.

"Xiaofeng, are you home?"

"No, it's still in the magic capital." Lin Feng said, "Dad, have you and my mother returned to the village?"

"I'm back."

"Ask grandpa if you want to go to Sijiucheng on New Year's Eve tomorrow."

"What?" Dad asked, "What are you doing there? Our home is in Huizhou."

Lin Feng said: "The director of the Spring Festival Gala invited me to go there, but isn't this just in time for the Chinese New Year? Ask grandpa, if grandpa goes, then we will go. If grandpa doesn't go, then we will continue to celebrate the new year at home."

Spring Festival Gala...

Dad was stunned.

After a few seconds, he said, "I'll ask."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Feng waited for about half an hour when Dad called back.

"Hey, Dad..."

"it's me."

"Grandpa." Lin Feng said, "How about you, are you getting old?"

"I definitely want to go, but it's not easy to do this." Grandpa asked, "What did you say about the Spring Festival Gala? How many people can we go to?"

Lin Feng said, "I didn't ask that."

"Then ask, if you can't go with a few people, then forget it, we won't go, you can go alone."

The old man considers things more comprehensively.

Being able to go to the Spring Festival Gala is an absolute honor for a small village in Huizhou.

But I can't make my family unhappy because of the last Spring Festival Gala.

Tell me, who is suitable for this Spring Festival Gala?

Lin Feng's parents, grandparents.

Anyone else not going?

This is New Year's Eve, New Year's Eve, New Year's Eve dinner.

Usually they are a big family get together, add up to about twenty people.

A few of them have left all of a sudden, what can other relatives do when they come back?

The backbone is gone, and the flavor of the year is gone.

Lin Feng really didn't think about it so much.

He called back immediately: "Director Zhang, I want to ask, how many people can I go to the Spring Festival Gala?"

As soon as he heard this, Zhang Ping knew there was a drama.

In fact, when he took over the task of directing the Spring Festival Gala, he considered Lin Feng, but at that time Lin Feng was only a relatively well-known challenger.

Nowhere like now, in the middle of the day is not enough to describe him.

Calligrapher!

Danqing everyone!

Sculptor!

Martial Arts Association President!

poet!

Best Selling Fiction Author!

The smartest person in the world!

CCTV special interview for 12 minutes!

And just today, he stopped a terrorist attack.

Any title is enough to qualify for the Spring Festival Gala, let alone many honors.

As long as such a person is willing to come, Lin Feng will not refuse as long as he does not make excessive demands.

So when he heard that Lin Feng meant this, Zhang Ping immediately said, "As many people as you want."

"Uh..." Lin Feng said: "We have quite a lot of family, my parents and my mother together add up to more than 30."

"It's fine." Zhang Ping smiled and said, "It's just about two more tables, you can rest assured."

"Okay, the matter is settled, I'll go tomorrow."

"Don't do it tomorrow, let's do it today." Zhang Ping said: "We have to set the program when we come, and we have to rehearse."

Lin Feng thought for a while and said, "Then I'll make arrangements for the family first."

"Okay, I'll wait for your call, call me when you get there, and I'll pick you up."

"No, no, I'll go by myself."

"That's it, remember to call me, I'm going to bed late anyway."

Zhang Ping said with a smile and hung up the phone.

Lin Feng called Dad again.

On the other side, at home.

The uncle, the third uncle, the aunt, and several cousins ​​have already returned.

But on the Spring Festival Gala, my father only talked to my grandfather.

After all, it is meaningless to say something in advance if it is not decided.

"Xiaofeng's phone number." Dad handed over the phone.

The old man answered: "Hey, Xiaofeng..."

"Grandpa, I'm going to Sijiucheng tonight, you guys go there tomorrow, and ask the hall brother to call me, let him arrange this matter. You ask my mother to call grandpa and them and ask them if they are going. , if you go, let's go together."

Grandpa asked, "There are so many people, is it alright?"

"No problem, just two more tables."

Lin Feng turned around intact.

The arrangements here are made, and the hometown has also begun to mobilize.

Everyone was stunned when they heard that they were going to the Spring Festival Gala.

Immediately excited.

The lobby brother was named and asked to make arrangements, and contacted Lin Feng as soon as possible.

Lin Feng said: "Brother, I'll give you all the people on both sides. I'll go there tonight. When the hotel is settled, I'll send you the address. I'll arrange a car to pick you up when I get off the plane. "

"Okay, leave it to me!"

No one in Lin Feng's family is short of money now.

When he was boxing on Fight Island, his family bought him to win.

And he bought it from the first game and won.

The least one also made more than one million.

There is no conflict in the family now because of money matters.

On this side, Lin Feng finished the matter and called Yang Shasha again.

"Sasha, are you going to the Spring Festival Gala?"

"Brother Lin, did you agree?"

"Well." Lin Feng said: "If you go, I'll pick you up at your house now."

"go!"

"You don't need to discuss with your uncle and aunt?"

"No, they want me to go."

"Okay, get your stuff ready, I'll call you when I arrive."

Putting down the phone, Lin Feng turned around and returned to Yang Shasha's house.

After half an hour, the car arrived at the community.

Lin Feng drove downstairs to her house and made a call.

After waiting for ten minutes, Yang Shasha came down with a small bag on her back.

"Brother Lin." Yang Shasha smiled sweetly: "Let's go."

"Um."

Lin Feng said: "You book a ticket."

after an hour.

They arrive at the airport.

...

On the Internet, the Spring Festival Gala has already begun to publicize.

This year's Spring Festival Gala is probably the year with the least sense of existence.

The entire Internet is now full of news that Lin Feng saved 500 people by himself and one computer.

That conversation with John exploded the Internet.

Lin Feng's operation satisfies everyone's ultimate fantasy about the words "hero" and "pretend".

But unknowingly, the topic of the Spring Festival Gala is still on the hot search.

#Spring Festival Gala Mystery Guest#

"Mysterious guest? Who?"

"I have a bad feeling..."

"Okay, don't guess, it's Brother Lin!"

"It's not Brother Lin, I stand upside down with a five-speed electric fan and eat shit!"

"Isn't Brother Lin going back to his hometown? The time is wrong."

"By the way, this news came out only half an hour ago. It is estimated that the Spring Festival Gala was also temporarily contacted."

"My brother is in charge of the lighting at the Spring Festival Gala. He said that Brother Lin will be at the Spring Festival Gala, and it's dancing! Really, the gossip is absolutely reliable!"

"I prove that I am the stage of the Spring Festival Gala. I heard with my own ears that the chief director said that he wanted to invite Brother Lin to dance, and it was samba dance."

"If Brother Lin goes to the Spring Festival Gala, will the other stars still be alive?"

Regarding the so-called mysterious guests, many people have speculated.

Nine out of ten people were guessing it was Lin Feng.

Moreover, under the circumstances of so many people discussing, Lin Feng did not come out to deny it, nor did it clarify the Spring Festival Gala, which makes people feel that it is Lin Feng without a doubt!

...

Two and a half hours later, the plane landed.

Lin Feng checked the time, it was 9:40.

He dialed Zhang Ping's phone, and it was connected in almost seconds.

"Director Zhang, I'm here."

"Which exit?"

"T1."

"Okay, I'll be there soon."

After hanging up, Lin Feng said, "Let's go out and wait."

Walking out of the terminal building, looking at the heavy snow with goose feathers flying outside, Yang Shasha whispered, "It's snowing!"

"Yeah." Lin Feng glanced at her, um, those are called flesh-colored stockings, it's not that they didn't wear them.

In less than ten minutes, a black commercial vehicle drove over.

The car window fell, revealing a man in his forties: "Lin Feng, get in the car."

They went over, Yang Shasha and Lord Wolf sat in the back seat, and Lin Feng sat in the co-pilot.

"Lin Feng, it's nice to meet you." Zhang Ping shook hands with him.

"I'll take you to the hotel first, have a good rest tonight, and rehearse tomorrow."

"it is good."

The car drove all the way to the JW Marriott Hotel, and after checking in, Zhang Ping said, "Lin Feng, tell me the number of relatives who will come tomorrow, and I'll make arrangements for you."

"No, I myself..."

"It's okay." Zhang Ping said: "I invited you here, no matter how many people, they are all invited from my side, don't feel embarrassed."

Lin Feng is not bad for this amount of money, he knows, but one thing is one thing.

They didn't bring so many people here to take advantage of it. It was purely because the family members didn't come, and he couldn't come either.

Lin Feng told him the number of people, and just at this time, the lobby brother also sent the ticket information.

Zhang Ping recorded it together and said, "Okay, tomorrow I will have someone pick me up from the airport and I will stay in a hotel directly. But there are not many presidential suites here, so I will arrange for the old man first. Just stay in a deluxe room, do you think it's okay? If not, I'll go to another hotel and book a suite, but it's a bit far."

"Okay, that's it."

Zhang Ping's work made him feel very comfortable, and he didn't have a sense of superiority.

Don't look at it as a great director, but there is no such thing as a child in his speech.

Everything was arranged properly, Lin Feng and Yang Shasha went out to eat something and came back.

On the Internet, the official Weibo account of the Spring Festival Gala has not announced the specific identity of the mysterious guest.

But this is also a layer of window paper, it is the same whether it is pierced or not.

Early the next morning.

Mom and Dad, they have already left.

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The hotel closed yesterday.

For them, Chinese New Year is more important than anything else.

Zhang Ping came over early in the morning and picked up Lin Feng.

"Brother Zhang, is Lord Wolf all right?" Lin Feng asked.

"It's alright." Zhang Ping smiled and said, "Lord Wolf is so smart, the people from CCTV don't know how much they want to see him, and it's estimated that there will be more people looking for a group photo with him than you."

"That's fine."

Even if he knew that Lord Wolf would not bite and hurt people, he was a wolf and a beast after all.

Therefore, whenever going out, Lin Feng must look closely.

On the way, Zhang Ping asked, "Xiao Lin, have you thought about a good show?"

Now that people are invited, the program is missing.

When the show is set, they can promote it.

Lin Feng said, "Calligraphy."

Zhang Ping asked, "What do you want to write?"

"word."

"Man Jianghong?"

"no."

"Tian Xingjian?"

"Neither."

"That's..." In Zhang Ping's impression, Lin Feng had written a poem, and the following is not a complete poem in the strict sense.

He was startled suddenly, his eyes widened: "You wrote another song?"

"Well." Lin Feng nodded with a smile.

"Hey, okay." Zhang Ping clapped his hands: "Do you want to rehearse then?"

"It's not easy to rehearse." Lin Feng said: "I just need to familiarize myself with the venue."

"Okay, but you still have to show me the words first. I have to review it here, and I have to review it from above."

The Spring Festival Gala is the highest standard stage, and it is also a live broadcast.

There is no room for error.

All content must be reviewed.

Although it is clear that Lin Feng can't write in a mess, but it has to be reviewed.

"I'll send it to you." Lin Feng took out his mobile phone and sent the word to it.

Zhang Ping looked at it, and after reading it, he was still full of ideas: "Good words, good words!"

"This song is very suitable for New Year's Eve, so suitable!"

Man Jianghong is also very suitable, but far less suitable than this poem.

"It's fine."

Lin Feng said: "I don't care about the four treasures of the study. Anyway, Brother Zhang, you have someone ready."

"Rest assured, these are sure to be ready."

After reading the words, Zhang Ping dialed a number: "Propaganda, send out Lin Feng's name, the program is calligraphy, Lin Feng wrote a new word for New Year's Eve."

So, half an hour later.

On the official Weibo account of the Spring Festival Gala, a new Weibo was released.

"Mysterious guest announced, Lin Feng!"

"Tonight, on New Year's Eve, Lin Feng was invited to participate in the Spring Festival Gala and gave a speech for the people, so stay tuned!"

"What am I saying, it's Brother Lin, right?"

"I lost, the dedication! Brother Lin is going to write the lyrics again!"

"Don't say it, Brother Lin is definitely the finale!"

"As far as Brother Lin is, it's the Spring Festival Gala noodles!"

"I haven't watched the Spring Festival Gala for many years, so I have to watch it again today!"

"Ahhh, I'm looking forward to it!"

. . . . . .

"I thought Brother Lin was going to fight at the Spring Festival Gala (covering his face)"

The mystery guest was announced, and everyone was not surprised at all, but they were looking forward to Lin Feng's calligraphy show.

Soon, the car arrived at the CCTV building.

Lin Feng asked curiously, "Brother Zhang, is the Spring Festival Gala here?"

"Yes, CCTV studio."

Zhang Ping led them in: "This is the main venue, and there are branch venues, but it's not in Sijiucheng."

As soon as they entered, many people were paying attention.

"Wow, it's Brother Lin!"

"Ah, it's really Brother Lin!"

"Is that Lord Wolf?"

"It's so big!"

"Lord Wolf's aura is so good!"

Many staff members stared at Lord Lang and Lin Feng, their eyes shining.

Take the elevator to Studio 1.

Being in it, Lin Feng's feeling is just one word, big!

Really big!

The staff is arranging tables, and the big stage at the front is being arranged.

Rehearsals for the show are in other studios.

Zhang Ping took him to get acquainted with him, and then brought him to the rehearsal place.

At a glance, there are many popular stars, many national first-class actors, and some old artists can be seen.

"Brother Lin!"

A happy voice sounded from not far away.

A tall, 8-point-looking woman in a cheongsam walked over and said generously, "Brother Lin, I'm Yao Ya. I like you very much. I didn't expect to see you here."

"Hello." Lin Feng shook hands with her.

And this sound made other stars discover Lin Feng.

Immediately, everyone gathered around.

"Brother Lin, can you sign my name for me?"

"Brother Lin, can I take a picture with Lord Wolf?"

"Lord Wolf is so big, he looks so fierce."

"Lord Wolf, can I touch you?"

A group of stars have become little fans in front of Lin Feng.

Zhang Ping said with a smile: "Okay, let's go to the rehearsal. I'll show him to get acquainted. There are still things to do later."

The chief director made a message, and everyone was reluctant to part, looking back three steps at a time.

Zhang Ping said: "You still don't know how popular you are now, do you?"

"It's not really clear."

He didn't have a very clear concept of his own fame.

Zhang Pingdao: "Let's put it this way, if the first-line three-star star is one grade, then you are the top, the only one. In the whole world, in terms of reputation alone, there should be few that can compare with you. And You are quite special, you don’t have any film and television works. But you have books, poems, and sculptures. In terms of the gold content of your works, few people can compare.”

"You just don't mix in this circle, or if you work hard for a few years, maybe you can become a national treasure-level star in Daxia."

Lin Feng smiled without saying a word.

He has no interest in this.

"Let's go, I'll make an appointment with a tailor for you to take the measurements. The clothes must be made before tonight."

"The tailor's shop?"

"Aren't you going to wear this on stage?"

"That's not..."

An hour later, they came to this tailor shop.

An ordinary shop located in Shichahai, but the decoration is very tasteful.

The clothes here are all customized, including suits, tunic suits, and cheongsams.

After measuring for Lin Feng and setting the color, the man said, "Come and pick it up before three o'clock in the afternoon."

After finishing here, Lin Feng's family also got off the plane.

They arrived at the hotel and Lin Feng just came back.

Let them get acquainted first, Lin Feng said: "I can't accompany you in the afternoon, Sasha, I will trouble you today. Take them out for a walk, you can take this card."

"Uh-huh."

"You can also buy something yourself, what you want to buy. It's a big New Year's Eve. As the boss, I have to express myself a little bit."

"Need not……"

"Brush!" Lin Feng pretended to be serious: "The quota is one million, and I can't finish it today. I will change the agent after the year."

"All right."

Yang Shasha pouted and felt that the task given by Lin Feng was a bit heavy.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Lin Feng went to get a suit.

Tried it on the spot, it fits perfectly.

Then, Zhang Ping took him to do his hair.

Lin Feng has long hair now, longer than some girls' hair.

Zhang Ping didn't cut it out for him, he took care of it a little and looked like a sad artist.

Especially attractive to little girls.

At night, five o'clock.

Zhang Ping called: "Lin Feng, is everyone there?"

"exist."

"You are waiting in the hotel lobby, and I will have someone pick you up."

"It's started, right?"

"It starts on time at seven o'clock, and it's time to get in."

"okay, I get it."

Hanging up the phone, Lin Feng sent a message to the group at home: "Gather in the lobby and join the Spring Festival Gala!"

The whole family happily went downstairs to the hall.

Everyone had a happy smile on their face.

The parents, the elders in the family, all changed into new clothes.

Grandpa was wearing a Chinese tunic suit, which he thought was more solemn.

They were somewhat nervous.

In their hearts, the Spring Festival Gala has an irreplaceable status.

And today, they will go to the scene to watch the Spring Festival Gala.

I don't know how to describe this feeling.

Soon, the car came.

They arrived at the CCTV building.

Take the elevator all the way to Studio 1.

At this moment, the studio was already crowded with people, and it was very lively.

The staff directed them to the front row to sit down.

The old man was a little restrained and could not let go.

Lin Feng said: "Grandpa, you are here. If you have something to ask for staff, I will go to the backcourt."

"Well." Grandpa said: "Do it well, don't embarrass our Spring Festival Gala in Daxia."

"Don't worry." Lin Feng said with a smile: "I will make a face for the Spring Festival Gala!"

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[The 2nd is writing, ask for a ticket~] Wan.