"Your aunt has a good memory."

Ying Sitong sat on the quilt with a duck, looking at the lonely pillow with a melancholy look on her face.

Since Zhang Shiting went to home once before, she has remembered Ying Sitong's habit of not relying on pillows when sleeping.

In order to take care of her feelings, Zhang Shiting was very considerate and only left a pillow for them.

"How can I sleep with only one pillow?"

"It's not the first time anyway."

Xia Yuan patted the pillow and placed it in the middle.

The pillow is soft and comfortable because the sun is sunny in the morning, and it smells of roasted mites.

He changed his pajamas, leaned against the pillow, and then patted the mat beside him with his right hand to signal Ying Sitong to come over.

Ying Sitong's face turned slightly red.

Then he crawled over like a kitten.

She knelt in front of Xia Yuan and looked at him silently.

Xia Yuan glanced at her and patted her shoulder gently.

"Um……"

A flush appeared on Ying Sitong's fair cheeks. She lowered her chin and teased her hair to her ears.

Then he curled up into Xia Yuan's arms like a kitten.

She heard Xia Yuan's heartbeat, like a loud drum.

At the beginning of the new year, fireworks were set off outside.

But it can't compare to the sound of the drum.

Boom.

Boom.

Deafening.

It's like a train running by.

Hit the rails and make sounds of things.

Xia Yuan gently pinched her palm and rubbed the tip of his nose against Ying Sitong's hair.

The blood clan in winter is really cold and warm.

After a while, the sound of clothes rubbing against the walls came from next door.

It was obvious that my aunt pressed her ear against the wall and eavesdropped on it.

Ying Sitong raised her ears and frowned at Xia Yuan.

"Did you bring a computer today?"

"No."

"What's going on?"

“I have a cell phone.”

Xia Yuan smiled and started playing the video.

The video is [The beautiful anchor of the food broadcast leads you to taste the food]

"What the hell?" Ying Sitong stared at her big eyes in surprise, "All this is OK?"

"You don't understand, you will know if I let it go."

Xia Yuan plays a regular food broadcast video without any discord.

In the picture is a video of the female anchor M Qinmo.

She sat in a Hunan rice noodle shop, with a large bowl of Hunan rice noodle on the table, with spicy, eggs, meat and ham.

m Qinmo picked up one of the fried beans with chopsticks and held them in front of the camera.

"This bean is the best, I'll try one first."

Crack.

"Yeah..." m Qinmo gestded a thumb in front of the camera, "It smells so good."

"This is the one below..." m Qinmo picked up a piece of rice noodles with chopsticks, "It's so q and so good!"

"It looks very substantial, but I can definitely finish it."

m Qinmo began her eating and broadcasting process.

"Sigh-sigh-sigh-sigh-sigh-sigh-sigh-sigh-sigh-sigh-sigh-sigh-sigh-sigh-sigh-sigh-sigh-sigh-sigh-sigh-sigh-sigh-sigh-sigh-sigh-sigh-sigh-sigh-sigh-sigh-sigh-sigh-sigh-sigh-sigh-sigh-sigh-sigh-sigh-sigh-sigh-sigh-

As she ate the noodles, she let out a heavy breathing sound.

It makes people feel excited.

After eating a bowl of rice noodles, it is spicy and hot.

m Qinmo was so spicy that she swears in the wind with her hands on her mouth.

"Oh, no, no, no."

"What I need most now is water!"

"Water, water!"

She quickly picked up the mineral water on the table and poured it down.

“Ah~It’s great~”

It's such a video.

The whole video looks like about 5 minutes in total.

After hearing this, the aunt next door nodded with satisfaction and went to bed with peace of mind.

Xia Yuan turned off his phone and raised his chin proudly. Compared with shooting anchors, the video of the food broadcast anchor has been a long time.

Ying Sitong was dumbfounded.

"All this is OK?"

"You don't understand, you can make a lot of money by relying on your voice." Xia Yuan raised his eyebrows, "Do you know? You can also gain a large number of fans by rubbing the microphone."

"What the hell?"

Ying Sitong didn't believe in this evil, so Xia Yuan played a video of Xuan Tutu for her.

The female anchor is pretty good-looking.

She wore a pair of plastic gloves for washing dishes, held a super microphone for pure metallic anchors used for recording the noise in her hand, and then turned the volume to the maximum.

Cover the microphone with two gloves and rub it carefully.

Because the volume is very high, even the subtle friction sound can be clearly heard.

Crack and Crack and Crack...

It was like an ant lying in his heart, stirring constantly.

After a while, the female anchor started to pinch the plastic bubbles used to load and prevent collisions.

Crack crackle...

"No, right? This is OK?" Ying Sitong felt that her world had been subverted.

"This is called seeing the small things!" Xia Yuan played another video for her.

It is the animal world explained by Teacher Zhao.

“Spring is here, and it is the season of reproduction again.

With the advent of the wet season, heavy rain began to fall on the dry earth, and everything began to restless."

The scene is close-up of the rain hitting green leaves.

Slow playback.

The sound of the rain is clearly audible, drizzling (xi xi li li).

Xia Yuan raised his head, stared at Ying Sitong's eyes, and smiled slightly.

"We don't understand the beauty of nature, but when you listen quietly, you realize that the sound of a grass swaying, the sound of a flower blooming, and the sound of a drop of rain breaking are so shocking after amplification."

Ying Sitong didn't say anything, crawled on his shoulder, following Xia Yuan and listened to the sound of the rainfall.

Just then, a light rain started in the night sky at the right time.

Round and smooth raindrops fell from the sky, hitting the ground, on the roof, on the windowsill...

Different sounds are intertwined.
To be continued...