"So full!"

Lu An'er was worried, touching her belly, and said, "I can't even walk if I eat too much."

"It's all my fault for making the dishes so delicious that they can eat so much." The baby said indignantly.

Xiaojun, Huang Xi and the others heard this and started to sneer.

Song Wen was speechless. Where did this little kid come from? Is it wrong to cook delicious food?

A bunch of kids sat on a chair and lie down to eat and watch TV. Xiaojun, Huang Xi and Dan Tai Minglan packed up the bowls, chopsticks, cups and plates that had eaten in a mess. Ye Bingning looked at it and also came forward to help. Seeing that he had nothing to do, Song Wen picked up his rocking chair made of old vines in the mountains and went to the tree by the lake to cool down. After watching the baby and the others watched it, they followed suit, moved the chair to the lake, and moved a table, squeezed some watermelon, mango, and peach juice on the table to drink.

Several little girls were lying under the tree to enjoy the food, blowing the cool wind, while drinking the juice leisurely and deliciously, which was so comfortable.

Song Wen was envious of his eyes and walked over with a shy face to pour a glass of giant peach juice to drink.

After packing up the things in the house, Xiaojun and the others also walked over and sat on a chair by the lake to rest.

Ye Bingning did not rest, but took out a document from the backpack he brought and looked at it. Song Wen, who was sitting not far away, glanced at it, saw a document on it with a concert planning draft. He was curious and reached out to take it over. Ye Bingning glanced at him and said nothing.

The document says the concert planning matters that Keer will hold next year, including lighting, clothing, stage design and other content, and even when to sing what songs are clearly written.

Song Wen looked at it and felt that it was similar to a general concert, without any novelty, so he shook his head and said, "Who wrote this? It's really a lack of level. It's simply messy and I don't know what it means."

When Ye Bingning heard his words, she looked over coldly, and somehow she seemed very angry.

"What, am I wrong?" Song Wen asked strangely.

"Uncle, that was written by Sister Ye." Ke'er next to him reminded weakly.

"Ah" Song Wenzhi was stunned and quickly remedyed: "In fact, it's not that bad. It's similar to a normal concert, so it's barely enough."

"It's barely enough." Ye Bingning stared at Song Wen and said his words word by word. This was an insult to her. She tried her best to do something about the concert, and she almost turned white and wrote the draft of the plan. Unexpectedly, she was demoted to nothing by him now. If she could, she really wanted to poke him to death.

"Then tell me how bad my planning draft is, it's messy and I don't know the so-called method?" Ye Bingning said gritting her teeth.

I guess if Song Wen didn't give her a satisfactory answer, she would fight him to the death.

"Bing Ning, he just spoke out loud and had no malicious intentions."

"Yes, he's just talking nonsense, don't care."

Seeing that there was a tendency to fight, Xiaojun and Huang Xi hurriedly said good things to Song Wen. The few little kids were a little afraid that the world would be in chaos, and looked here excitedly. I guess if Song Wen was beaten into a pig's head by Ye Bingning, they would applaud. They were really a group of heartless little kids.

Ye Bingning did not listen to Xiaojun and Huang Xi's advice, but just looked at Song Wen and said stubbornly: "Say."

The work she was most satisfied with and admired the most, and she was exhausted, was actually called a worthless junk product. You can imagine how she was feeling at this moment.

Seeing her like this, I know that if I don’t say anything, this woman won’t let him go.

So, Song Wen said: "A concert must have its own theme and must have a clear idea so that people can remember it. Look at the planning draft written in your document, there is nothing, just singing, there is nothing but singing, it is as empty and pale as an expressionless face. I guess later people will forget what is the difference between such a concert and a stage singing on a third-rate folk stage."

"You can do it, then what theme do you want and what kind of idea do you have?"

Ye Bingning shouted irritably, her lungs were almost irritated. If it weren't for someone here, she would probably have the heart of Song WenX.X.O.O on the spot.

Song Wen glanced at the side of the nervousness, afraid that the two of them would fight, and said, "Little girls like Keer who like to dream age can set the theme of the concert as a dream girl, and then run through the entire concert with the dream girl as the center. For example, Keer was doing homework at home, and felt bored while doing it, so she supported her chin with her heart and thoughts, and she thought about it. The stage of the concert can change with Keer's ideas, and add some interesting characters in the middle. I believe this concert will definitely make people talk about it."

After listening to Song Wen's words, Ye Bingning, who was originally angry, slowly calmed down and began to think about his words. He felt that it would be okay to hold a concert with his ideas. Thinking about his own planning plan, comparing it with his, it would be a lot of shit.

"Then what do you think should be done for this concert?" Since he felt that his planning was bad, Ye Bingning began to ask Song Wen for advice humbly.

"It depends on what kind of dream Ke'er likes to have." Song Wen didn't blame her previous impulse, and said: "For example, Ke'er supported her chin and fantasized about having a pair of wings flying freely in the sky. At this time, the concert could sing lyrical songs like a girl with wings in the background. After singing, she suddenly heard her mother screaming. She woke up suddenly, but found that it was a false alarm. After looking around, she supported her chin and thought that it would be great if she could go out to play.

Then, she could use this idea to ask Keer to sing one or two songs related to playing. After singing, she started walking around and suddenly saw a barbecue stall in front of her and walked over.

This barbecue sells should have a bit of funny meaning to stir up the atmosphere of the concert.

Ke'er came to the barbecue stall and saw the barbecue stall owner eating with a barbecue kebab, and asked, "Boss, why are you eating what you baked by yourself?" The boss said, "What do you say? Can't I eat my own food if I sell things? If I don't eat for a day, do you understand? If the little kid doesn't buy things, he will leave quickly."

Seeing the owner of the barbecue stall waved her in anger, Ke'er bulged her mouth indignation, and her face turned red, but she had no choice but to him. Suddenly, she saw a group of little girls who were about her age next to her. Her eyes turned and she had an idea in an instant. She walked over and said a few words to the little girls, then came to the barbecue stall with them, looked around, Ke'er suddenly pointed to the front and shouted: 'Look, what is that thing?"

The boss was unquestionable and immediately turned around to look at it when he heard it.

Ke'er saw it and quickly took the grilled skewers from the barbecue stall to the little girl behind. The girls took them and left immediately.

After getting the meat skewers, Ke'er wanted to leave, but he might as well turn around and get caught by him.

‘Little brat, you dare to steal something, you are looking for death!’ The owner of the barbecue stall said viciously to Keer.

'What are you stealing? I don't have money to buy it. At worst, I can just pay.' Ke'er said, then he took money into his pocket, but found that his pocket had no money. He probably forgot to bring it when he went out. He quickly said to the barbecue stall owner: 'I forgot to bring the money out, otherwise you can wait for me to go home and get it to you, okay?'

‘Do you think I look like a fool?’ the barbecue stall owner pointed at his nose and said.

Ke'er looked left and right, tilted her little head and nodded sincerely, "Looking carefully, it really looks a little bit like it."

The barbecue stall owner didn't know what to say, and shouted at her in anger: "If you don't have money, then go wash the dishes and pay back the money."

‘Uncle, you are abusing children and will be accused.’ Keer said seriously.

‘Defendant, I want to see who will sue me.’ As he said that, the owner of the barbecue stall grabbed Ke'er. Ke'er ran away and said with a stumbler on the side: ‘What are you doing? I know martial arts, tiger fist, monkey fist, snake fist, and mantis fist.’

Ke'er proudly gestured with all kinds of classic moves of pictographic boxing, and looked like I was afraid of anyone who was afraid of.

The barbecue stall owner said disdainfully: 'Your two actions that grandma doesn't kiss her grandpa and don't like are also called Kung Fu. Brother shows you a few hands to see what is real Kung Fu.' As he said that, the barbecue stall owner started practicing. Here you can let the barbecue stall owner sing a song about martial arts, so that everyone can listen to it and give you a different listening experience.

When Keer saw that he was practicing, he took the opportunity to run away.

‘Don’t run.’

The barbecue stall owner shouted and chased after him. Unexpectedly, Keer was slipperier than a loach and disappeared in an instant. Helplessly, the barbecue stall owner had to turn around, but said unwillingly: 'This little brat, it's best not to let me see it, otherwise I will let you know what kung fu is.' After that, he shouted with pain: 'My meat skewers!'

Ke'er escaped the clutches of the barbecue stall owner, patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to wander the street. Suddenly, he saw an adult bullying a child on the road, so he went over and said with a grudge: 'Hey, uncle, how can you bully a child?'

‘The little brat meddled with other people’s business, go away.’ The adult shouted to Keer.

‘Hmph, I am a female hero, I am a specialist in the fight against bad people. I want to punish you on behalf of the barbecue kebabs.’ Keer said proudly with her waist on her back.

As soon as he finished speaking, a smoke rose from the ground. After the smoke, Ke'er had already changed into a dress dressed in a costume of a hero, and then began to sing songs like "I am a hero".

The adult was frightened by Ke'er's sudden change and dared not speak anymore. Ke'er watched it, threatened him hard and left. The story can end here, and then pick a few songs that suit the scene and sing it, and then the concert will end."

After Song Wen finished speaking, he took a sip of juice, raised his eyebrows to Ye Bingning and said proudly: "How about it, my dream girl has a good idea! This is the difference between a genius and a waste."

Ye Bingning didn't think he was a pestle and said to him lightly: "Do you know that genius is just an abbreviation? There are actually two words in between them."

"What words?" Song Wen asked curiously. He never knew there were words in the middle of the genius.

"Life, stupid."

"Heaven, life, stupid, talent." The baby next to him heard this and curiously scratched his finger and formed words.

Song Wenshashi was in a dark line. When Xiaojun and the others heard this, they bit their teeth lightly, trembled their shoulders, and giggled. Song Wen glanced at them, too lazy to pay attention to them, and squinted in the rocking chair. Ye Bingning felt that Song Wen's idea was very feasible, so she quickly took out paper and wrote it down.

"Ke'er, do you still have to go back tonight? Why don't you sleep here? Let's go to catch cicadas together in the evening. The cicadas are so delicious when they are fried." Lu An'er asked Ke'er.

"This" Ke'er felt a little moved when she heard this, but this was not something she could decide. She couldn't help but say to Ye Bingning: "Sister Ye, would we be able to play here for a few more days?"

Ye Bingning thought for a while and said, "It's good, but I don't know how hygiene the hotel is like here?"

"Sister Ye, you don't have to stay in a hotel, just stay in the uncle's house."

The sparrow said next to him. After saying that, he remembered that there seemed to be no place for Song Wen’s family to sleep, “Uh, it seems that it is not enough, the uncle’s house has not enough beds.”

"No need to sleep in bed, we go buy a tent. We will camp by the lake at night. The cool wind is blowing, how comfortable it is, and you can watch the stars and moon?" The baby said next to him. Her words immediately attracted the response from all the girls. Xiaojun and the others were also interested when they heard this, and they all gave advice, and drove to the city to buy tents and related supplies.
Chapter completed!