"Hello!" Youhuan greeted her with her iconic large grin and smiley eyes. "I'm Youhuan."
"Little sister Huanhuan!" The little girl dragged her own stool over to Youhuan's side. "My name is He Junyu. You can call me big sister Yu."
"Big sister Yu." Youhuan didn't hesitate and directly called out.
He Junyu's eyes were sparkling as she said, "You're so cute! I'll definitely protect you in the future."
"Who are you?" Seeing that someone had stolen his little sister Huanhuan's attention, Xu Fengming was not happy.
He Junyu also did not have a good impression of him and said angrily, "I said my name is He Junyu. Are you deaf? "
"You..."
"What? You can't even speak properly, and you still dare to say that you want to protect her? What a big mouth, you're boasting shamelessly." The little girl rolled her eyes.
"I'm not boasting shamelessly." Xu Fengming's face turned red with anger. "I'm a man. Only I can protect little sister Huanhuan."
He Junyu stood up and looked at him with contempt. "You're not even as tall as me, and you call yourself a man? Tsk."
Indeed, this sentence did great damage. Xu Fengming, who had always been mild-tempered and polite, could no longer bear it. "Then how do you want me to prove it to you?"
"Unless you can beat me in a fight," He Junyu rolled up her sleeves.
"Kids, you shouldn't fight!" The teacher who had been paying attention saw that the situation was getting more and more intense and finally came forward to stop it. Their kindergarten did not control their children's personalities, but they did not allow violence.
Seeing the two children at a standoff, she even encouraged them, "There will be combat class tomorrow. You guys can have a fair fight then."
"Then just you wait," He Junyu said heroically.
Xu Fengming did not want to lose his face in front of Youhuan, so he also raised his chin and said, "Let's wait then, I'm not afraid of you."
Youhuan was a little lost and helpless. She quickly went to coax them, but He Junyu and Xu Fengming were always smiling when they faced her. Only when the two of them met each other's eyes, the atmosphere became tense.
However, they soon ran out of energy to continue the fight. All their attention was drawn to the teachers.
Youhuan couldn't really tell what she had experienced this day, but she felt very happy. She felt that this kindergarten was much better than before.
"It seems that transferring to this kindergarten was the right decision." After the incident at the previous kindergarten, Song Qianming had been worried for the whole day. Fortunately, everything was going well. As long as his daughter was happy, he could rest assured.
"Yes, that's it. Mr. Song, please put on a more noble expression."
Song Qianming was dressed in an ancient costume, but he was holding a modern drink in his hand. He even pretended to be noble, looking very silly.
He was filming an advertisement for a new product from the Shen Corporation that Shen Bao'er had introduced to him. The director had a novel idea. He heard that the recipe for the drink came from an ancient recipe, so they wanted to film the advertisement with an ancient costume.
Song Qianming first presented it with a proper aristocratic air, but the director insisted that it didn't feel right. After a few tries, he deliberately showed signs of acting with a playful attitude, and the director actually said that it felt right.
Well, he could already predict how people would laugh after this advertisement was put out, but it didn't matter. Who asked them to pay so much?
It was no wonder that after celebrities became famous, they were not willing to film dramas anymore. Instead, they tend to take on advertisements and variety shows, because shooting advertisements was much easier than shooting TV dramas, and the pay was not low either.
It only took a day, and they dressed him in both ancient and modern costumes. The filming was completed very easily.
As he walked out of the studio, Song Qianming suddenly realized that he was the poorest celebrity. He had no assistant, no car, and had to take a taxi home after filming. The other staff members either had special cars to pick them up or drove themselves. He really didn't look like a celebrity at all.
With him like this, the paparazzi outside didn't know who to take pictures of. After all, he was not famous and in a miserable situation.
It wasn't until a few months later, when Song Qianming started to become popular, that the paparazzi suddenly realized that he had missed a good opportunity to secretly take photos of a popular celebrity's down-and-out period.
Song Qianming did not expect that his second movie would be introduced to him by elder Yu, who had invited him to join the Calligraphy Association previously. It was definitely a surprise.
"It's like this. The national channel is going to shoot a national congratulatory movie this year, and they need someone to play the role of one of our leaders when he was young. This leader doesn't have many scenes as a youth, and the director's intention is to only shoot a few scenes of calligraphy and not use a body double, so he asked our Calligraphy Association to choose someone with a good temperament and looks to send over. Xiao Song, are you interested?"
"Of course I'm interested. Thank you, elder Yu!" Song Qianming agreed without a second thought. After all, this kind of national movie was not something that ordinary people could participate in. It was worth it even if there were no lines.
"Alright then, I'll send your pictures and your calligraphy works to the director. Wait for my news."
Perhaps it was because of elder Yu's status as the Vice President of the National Calligraphy Association, the director in charge of the film quickly replied, saying that he wanted to meet Song Qianming. He promised that if all the conditions were the same as what elder Yu had claimed, the role would be given to Song Qianming.
Song Qianming didn't waste this opportunity. He rushed to Jingdu to meet elder Yu.
When he arrived, elder Yu didn't take him to see the director immediately. Instead, he dragged him to show him off to old guys in the Association.
"This is the little brother who wrote 'Nation's Landscape'?"
"Your 'Painting of Friends Fishing in Hanjiang' is also very fascinating. As expected, there are always new talents in our country!"
Painting of Friends Fishing in Hanjiang? Song qianming was confused, but he quickly realized that they did not know that it was him and his royal brother on the painting. So what if they misunderstood?
"Old Yu, what are you so smug about? you were the one who discovered little friend Song, not the one who taught him."
"Hey, you guys are just jealous. But it's useless even if you're jealous. Xiao Song has already given me his calligraphy and painting," elder Yu said proudly.
"Little friend song, you're too easily fooled by him. With your level, you'll definitely be able to get a high price at an auction. This old man took advantage of you."
These people didn't ask Song Qianming to write a few more pieces for them. After all, there were so many people in the Calligraphy Association. If they all wanted one, how long would he have to write?
"Thank you for your praises, I really don't deserve it." Song Qianming's tone and attitude were particularly humble, but his back was always straight. This attitude made people nod in approval.
"I heard that old Yu has accepted a role for you. Little friend Song, the reputation and appearance of our Calligraphy Association will depend on you."
"Everyone always says that our Association is made up of a bunch of old people. Now, finally the average age has dropped."
Seeing that everyone was surrounding him and teasing him, Song Qianming was relaxed. Indeed, most people in this world were friendly, unlike the bad guys talked about on the internet.
Nowadays, in order to attract attention, the media only reported about the bad news and rarely reported the good ones, which was quite sad.