I Have Amnesia, Don’t Be Noisy!

Chapter 79 story

Tell a bedtime story to the buns around you… Tell a bedtime story… bedtime story…

My brothers and sisters are a little dumbfounded. The children are better. The curtains look at Mu Chen, who is taller than himself. I want to tell a story to such a big brother. I can’t help but show my disgusted expression.

“What do you do with this expression?” Mu Chen saw her sister’s face disgusted and grinned at her. “What do you want to do on this part of the show? Do you know? It is to bridge the gap between the brothers and sisters.”

Later, the “family gap” was played out, rolling in the back, and the voice of Mu Chen was turned into a rough electronic sound, and it was repeated loudly. At the same time, the lens is turned to the face of the curtain, and the face is full of love.

“I feel that the story is told, the gap in family will be even bigger.” The curtain rolled his eyes. Of course, because of the good looks, the goddess is still the goddess.

The camera turned to Wen Qing, because the mahjong room that the Zhong brothers exchanged, the two girls were safe at night, it was a bit noisy. Closing the door, you can still hear the sound of playing mahjong downstairs.

“Pre-sleep story…” Wen Qing sat on the edge of the bed and touched her sister’s head. Today, I took the bus and the rain and motion sickness. It took a lot of rest for so long, but my face was still a little bad. “Is the head still dizzy?”

“Not dizzy.” Wen Yu looked at her sister with bright eyes. She was young and her skin looked very tender. Under the lens, she seemed to have her own soft light effect. The audience could not help but scream.

“Then let’s sleep.” Wen Qing turned off the light, the camera couldn’t shoot the situation inside the house, and got into the bed and hugged her sister. “What story? Tell the story of “The Story of Shu Bi”, I see It will be backed up many times.”

“I have seen it many times.” Wen Yu protested, the script is almost the same as the original, and there is no expectation.

Of course, there is no expectation story, the advantage is that after a while, my sister fell asleep.

Zhao Wei over there, because his younger sister is young, he can sleep with his brother. After receiving the task, Zhao Wei sat in the yard and scratched his head, telling the story or something, as an athlete would not! “Sister, come over, brother tells you a bedtime story.”

However, Zhao Yan, who got the “Chicken Dog Thief” yard, is excited to chase chickens and dogs in the yard.

The seemingly fierce dog was squatting on Zhao Yan’s leg. Zhao Yanzheng squatted and took a furry chicken in his hand in the inner fence.

“I still don’t want to sleep, what is the bedtime story?” Zhao Yan did not take care of her brother and put the chicken on the head of the big dog. The big dog looked up and tried to see the chicken, but could not see it.

“Hey!” As if to echo the words of Zhao Yan, the chicken screamed, and the big dog followed Wang, and suddenly the chicken was shaken.

When the lens was released, Zhao Yan was running around in the yard cheerfully. Zhao Wei was helplessly holding his face and sitting on one side. He changed ten moves in a row, and his sister finally enjoyed playing, washing and sleeping.

“There was a king in the past, he…”

Although the process is tortuous, I have successfully told the story.

The lens was transferred to the brothers here, and the style of the painting suddenly changed. In the exquisitely decorated living room, there is a tall glass with a half-cup sponsored by one of the programs.

“The character card said, let the buns tell the story before going to bed, and talk about one.” He curled up his legs and rushed his brother to lift his chin.

Kirin rolled his eyes: “Is it a secret story for you?”

He raised his eyebrows slightly and walked over. He picked up his brother and resisted his shoulders. “I know all the secret history of Da Yu, I want to hear what the little girl in your kindergarten has to do with you.”

“Don’t say it.” Kirin stunned his face. There was a lens here. When his brother said this, his face was thrown all over the country.

Because this house is a high-class hotel, so what is needed is very rich, and it is also called a rich night to eat. It is completely different from other brothers who are bitter and haha.

The film crew was very helpless for the brothers who completely looked at the mission requirements. The audience of the TV set was already laughing.

“Let’s talk about the bedtime stories that you read to your mother when you were a child.” He poked his brother with his toes.

The Kirin children frowned and began to tell the story with a disappointment: “There were three bears, a bear father, a bear mother, and a bear baby.”

I put my hands under my head and waited for the following. After waiting for a long time, there was no next sentence, and my brother had already plunged into the quilt and prepared to sleep.

“And then?” He kicked his ass.

“Nothing!” Kirin said seriously, he didn’t like to listen to the bedtime story that his mother told him. He only remembered this sentence.

: “…”

In the later period, I couldn’t help but hit “this is too coping”, and the barrage was screaming behind the stunned expression.

On the other hand, the Zhong brothers slept on the bamboo floor that was leaking in the air, looked up at the stars, looked down at the insects, and looked very romantic, in fact…

“Brother, it’s so cold…” Zhong Yibin said resentfully.

Zhong Jiabin was helpless. It was his own gentleman’s choice to change with others. This time he began to regret it again. Reaching out and pulling the younger brother to his side: “You come to me.”

“No… no need…” Zhong Yibin stiffened. As a man who had already bent down and his wife was still watching in front of the monitor, he felt a lot of pressure.

However, the audience has been excited by the words of Big Brother.

In spite of the expression of his brother’s resistance, Zhong Jia’s older brother took the younger brother to the side and leaned against him. Closer, it will be a lot warmer.

“Brother, tell a story.” In a strange atmosphere, Zhong Yibin suddenly remembered the task.

“Yeah.” Zhong Jia’s brother should have a voice, close his eyes and go to sleep, there is no need to tell the story.

When Zhong Yibin saw his brother ignore him, he extended a paw and called his brother to push: “Brother, don’t sleep, tell a story.”

The lens gave a close-up of Zhong Yibin’s face, and the handsome face around the quilt was suddenly enlarged. Later, he gave a circle of the sun father’s hat and turned into a baby.

Match word

Zhong Jiabin opened his eyes helplessly, silenced for a moment, and slowly said with the low and magnetic voice: “There were three little pigs in the past, they were going to build a house. One pig chose to make a house with straw, the second pig. I chose to use wood to make a house, and the third pig chose to use bamboo to make a house…”

Zhong Yibin blinked. He lost his memory. He didn’t remember this kind of children’s story, but he felt that something was wrong.

Later, he helped him make a big arrow and pointed to the house that was leaking.