Tell the bun next to you a bedtime story.
Tell a bedtime story a bedtime story.
The older brothers and sisters were a little dumbfounded, but the children were better off.
Musha looked at Mu Chen, who was a head taller than herself, and couldn't help showing a look of disgust at the thought of telling a story to such a big brother.
"Why are you showing such an expression?"
Mu Chen saw his sister's disgusted look on her face and turned her lips to choke her, "You know what this part of the show is about is to bridge the gap in family ties between siblings."
In the later stage, I typed out the "Gulf of Family Love" and rolled it behind me.
I also turned Muchen's voice into a rough electronic sound and repeated it loudly.
At the same time, the camera turned to Musha's face, which was filled with despair.
"I think telling stories will make the gap between family ties even wider."
Musha rolled her eyes.
Of course, because she looks good, the goddess rolls her eyes and is still a goddess.
The scene turned to Wen Qing.
Because she got the mahjong room given by the Zhong brothers, the two girls were safe at night, but it was a bit noisy.
After closing the door, you can still hear the sound of mahjong being played downstairs.
"Bedtime story."
Wen Qing sat on the edge of the bed and touched her sister's head.
Wen Yu got carsick on the bus today.
She is feeling much better after resting for such a long time, but her face is still a little bad.
“Are you still dizzy?”
"I'm not dizzy anymore."
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.
The audience couldn't help but exclaimed how cute she was.
"Then let's go to sleep."
Wen Qing turned off the lights and the camera could no longer capture the situation in the house.
She got into the bed and hugged her sister.
"What story should I tell you?
Let's tell the original novel "The Legend of Concubine Shu".
I have read it many times.
They will all memorize it.”
"I've read it many times."
Wen Yu protested.
The script was almost the same as the original work, and he had no expectations at all.
Of course, there is no story to look forward to.
The advantage is that my sister fell asleep after telling it for a while.
On Zhao Xu's side, because her sister is young, she can still sleep with her brother.
After receiving the task, Zhao Xu sat in the yard scratching his head and telling stories.
As an athlete, he was not good at it.
"Sister, come here.
I will tell you a bedtime story."
However, Zhao Yan, who got the "rooster crowing and dog stealing" yard, was excitedly chasing chickens and chasing dogs in the yard.
The vicious-looking dog was rubbing against Zhao Yan's legs.
Zhao Yan was standing on tiptoe, fishing out a fluffy little chicken from the inner fence and holding it in her hands.
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"I don't want to sleep yet, what bedtime story should I tell you?"
Zhao Yan ignored her brother and put the chicken on the big dog's head.
The big dog raised his eyes and tried to see the chicken, but he couldn't see it.
"Chirp" seemed to echo what Zhao Yan said, the little chicken crowed, and the big dog followed suit, shaking the chicken down immediately.
When the camera zoomed in, Zhao Yan was seen running around happily in the yard, while Zhao Xu sat helplessly with his face in his hands.
He changed his movements ten times in a row before his sister finally had enough fun and went to sleep.
"Once upon a time there was a king, he" Although the process was tortuous, the story was successfully told.
The camera turned to the Yu brothers, and the painting style suddenly changed.
In the exquisitely decorated living room, Yu Tang held a tall glass filled with half a cup of the "Mengniu Functional Drink", one of the program's sponsors.
"The character card said, let Baozi tell a bedtime story, let's tell him one."
Yu Tang crossed his legs and raised his chin to his brother on the side.
Yu Lin rolled his eyes: "Do you want to tell you the secret history of Dayu?"
Yu Tang raised his eyebrows slightly, walked over, picked up his brother, and put it on his shoulders: "I know the secret history of Dayu.
I want to hear what the little girl in your kindergarten has to do with you."
"Don't talk nonsense."
Yu Lin covered his face.
There was a camera here.
If his brother said this, his face would be humiliated all over the country.
Because this house is a high-end hotel, everything you need is abundant.
Yu Tang even ordered a sumptuous midnight snack.
Completely different from other pairs of bitter brothers.
The film crew was very helpless to the Yu brothers who completely misunderstood the mission requirements.
The audience on the TV was almost laughing.
"Come on, let's talk about those bedtime stories your mother read to you when you were a child."
Yu Tang poked his sitting brother with his toes.
Child Yu Lin frowned and began to tell a story with an unhappy face: "Once upon a time there were three bears, a father bear, a mother bear, and a baby bear."
Yu Tang put his hands under his head and waited for the next sentence.
After waiting for a long time, there was no next sentence.
However, his brother had already fallen into the quilt and was getting ready to sleep.
"Then what?"
Yu Tang kicked his brother's raised butt.
"No more," Yu Lin said seriously.
He didn't like to hear the bedtime stories his mother told him, so he only remembered this sentence.
Yu Tang: "" Later on, I couldn't help but say "This is too much to deal with", forming a barrage whizzing past behind Yu Tang's stunned expression.
On the other side, the Zhong brothers slept in a drafty bamboo building, looking up at the stars and listening to the chirping of insects.
It looked very romantic, but in fact "Brother, it's so cold," Zhong Yibin said resentfully.
Zhong Jiabin was a little helpless.
He wanted to be a gentleman and trade with others.
Now he was starting to regret it again.
He stretched out his hand and pulled his brother toward him: "Come over to me."
"No, don't use it."
Zhong Yibin stiffened.
As a man who had already bent over and whose wife 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 ah, big brother is so gentle Come, come to my brother's arms Regardless of his younger brother's expression of resistance, the eldest brother of the Zhong family pulled his younger brother closer to this side and leaned closer to the middle.
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It does feel much warmer if you get closer.
"Brother, tell a story."
In the weird atmosphere, Zhong Yibin suddenly remembered the mission.
"Yeah."
The eldest brother of the Zhong family responded, closing his eyes and getting ready to sleep, with no intention of telling a story.
When Zhong Yibin saw that his brother was ignoring him, he 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, a circle of Father-in-the-Sun hat was drawn on it, turning it into a baby.
Do you want your baby to listen to bedtime stories?
Zhong Jiabin opened his eyes helplessly, was silent for a moment, and said slowly in a low and magnetic voice: "Once upon a time, there were three little pigs, and they were going to build a house.
One little pig chose to use straw to build a house, and the second little pig chose to use straw to build a house.
Choosing to make a house out of wooden boards, the third little pig chose to make a house out of bamboo.”
Zhong Yibin blinked.
He had lost his memory and couldn't remember this kind of children's story, but he felt something was wrong.
Later, I helped him make a big arrow pointing to the eight leaky houses made of bamboo. gd1806102: