Chapter 523 Child, What Is Your Last Word?

Wen Zhongyang is a well-known arranger master in China. He is good at many national musical instruments. Among them, the Guqin and Guzheng are the best. He has won many international awards and has a very good reputation in the international music scene.

Yang Qianshan knows Xie Feng's weight better than anyone else. He likes to dance and has a good sense of music, but he doesn't have any talent in arranging music.

"Old man, are you kidding me? My kid can do two dances, but he doesn't know anything about arranging music."

Wen Zhong raised a blank look at him, with an expression of "you don't know anything about your grandson's talent".

Yang Qianshan was given an inexplicable look of contempt, and his heart began to waver.

With such a combination, the two really went straight to the place where Xie Feng recorded the show.

Xie Feng, who had just finished his morning training and was as tired as a lump of mud, was about to sleep to death where he was suddenly called away by the director team.

"Good guy, if I didn't know that he was still panting, I thought he had swine fever and would be dragged out and buried alive."

Yuan Shuai curled up in a small corner, subconsciously shivering.

Su Luan and Ye Lingfei laughed out loud when they heard this.

The description is quite appropriate, like that.

Xie Feng didn't have any strength at all. After the training, he collapsed on the ground. When the program team took him away, they supported him one by one.

However, the two staff members were not as tall as him, and the whole person seemed to be dragged away. The scene was extremely tragic.

Yang Qianshan and Wen Zhongyang were drinking tea in the lounge prepared by the program group. When Xie Feng was dragged in, the two old people were taken aback.

"Oh, you played with this good boy to death when he came in?" Yang Qianshan exclaimed, and immediately stood up from the sofa.

The staff of the program group: "..."

Mr. Yang, you are going to scare us to death!

We are a serious show!

Hearing Grandpa's voice, Xie Feng struggled twice and raised his head.

Unfortunately, the moment he raised his head, a drop of sweat fell from his forehead and just entered his eyes.

The soreness brought by the sweat made him close his eyes immediately.

"You kid, why don't you want to see me so much?" Yang Qianshan was unhappy, and even lost his temper after not seeing Xiao Pohou for a few days.

Xie Feng's throat was dry and tight, his words were blocked in his throat, and he struggled for a long time without making a sound.

Wen Zhongyang saw that he only opened his mouth but did not make a sound, and his pupils shrank slightly: "What kind of program are you guys giving the child dumb medicine? Believe it or not, I will sue you."

Xie Feng: "..."

The staff was dumbfounded: ⊙⊙

we are not.

we do not have!

Don't talk nonsense!

Seeing that they were going to call the police, the staff panicked: "Old Yang, what are you talking about? We are a serious show, so how could we randomly feed the contestants with medicine?"

"That's right, misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding."

Wen Zhongyang still didn't believe it. He looked at Xie Feng's face covered with sweat and looked extremely tired: "The child has been tortured like this by you, and it's called a misunderstanding. When we are old, can we be fooled?"

After a glass of water entered his mouth, Xie Feng felt relieved.

"Grandpa, grandpa..."

A few hoarse shouts, there is a sense of déjà vu.

Yang Qianshan was so distressed that he rushed over to hold his hand: "Son, what last words do you want to say to grandpa?"

Xie Feng: "..." I think, I still want to live well.

The staff's face was ashen: "..."

It's over.

Now there is a mouth and I can't explain it clearly.