The live stream audience was completely melted by the singing of Meng Bao Xiao Xian Nü, the three little ones.
The three little ones' voices were super cute, so pleasant to hear.
It's over, I have no resistance whatsoever to the three Meng Bao Xiao Xian Nü, what should I do?
Zhou Jin Wei tipped Meng Bao Xiao Xian Nü 666 Rockets!
Ye Wu Tian, the imperial son of the Longevity Family, tipped Meng Bao Xiao Xian Nü 888 Airplanes!
Ai Xi tipped Meng Bao Xiao Xian Nü 999 Super Rockets!
may14 tipped Meng Bao Xiao Xian Nü 1314 Royal Salutes!!
...
For a time, a surge of tips, like mushrooms after a spring rain, gushed into the live stream, and waves of special effects completely covered the screen, leaving no empty space visible.
The three little ones remained oblivious, continuing to happily and sweetly sing the song their daddy had taught them.
"Accompany me, kiss me, praise me, hug me"
"Accompany me, kiss me, praise me, hug me"
"......."
"Mom always tells me Mom and Dad love me the most"
"But I never understand what love is"
"Dad always tells me Mom and Dad love me the most"
"But I never understand what love is"
"......."
Their playful and super cute voices, coupled with their heart-meltingly adorable looks, completely captivated the hundreds of thousands of fans in the villa and in the live stream. Oh my god, could there really be such cute and adorable little ones in the world? They were going to be the death of them.
My heavens!
The maids in the villa looked at their three young mistresses as if they had discovered a new continent, their infectiousness was so powerful.
As expected of the young master's daughters, they had perfectly inherited the young master's talent for singing.
"66666, Meng Bao Xiao Xian Nü are super awesome!"
"Damn, this is the rhythm of being so cute it's bleeding, sob sob sob~"
"Hehehe, let the cuteness be even more intense!!"
"Little fairies, stop singing, your sister will raise you~~"
"Come into my arms, let this little beauty dote on you~~~"
The fans in the live stream, watching the three Meng Bao Xiao Xian Nü's almost excessive display of affection, had eyes full of adoration and truly wished for a set of daughters just like them.
A moment later.
Under the gaze of everyone, the three little ones finished a song, and it was hard to imagine that it was sung by toddlers not yet two years old.
*Clap clap clap clap clap~*
Then, thunderous applause erupted in the villa. Little Meng Ru looked at the three little sisters in the hall, her eyes filled with admiration and excitement. "Wow, Mommy, the three little sisters sing so well!"
"Yes, such capable little nieces!"
Ye Xiao Dao licked his lips, looking at the scene. "My cousin's three daughters are actually so amazing."
"Auntie, my cousin's three daughters are super amazing!"
"They're alright, just so-so,"
Chen Xiao Wan said humbly, but the proud smile on her face clearly showed her delight.
"Hee hee hee, Daddy, how did we sing?"
After singing, the three little ones toddled over to their daddy, chirping for praise.
"Of course, you sang super well."
Ye Xuan dotingly ruffled the three little ones' heads. "You are the smartest and most capable treasures in the world."
"Really~"
"Thank you, Daddy!"
"Hee hee hee, I'm so happy~~"
Listening to their daddy's words and feeling the super happy sensation of him stroking their heads, this feeling was incredibly good.
The surrounding people smiled and said nothing, watching the four of them openly display their affection.
A moment later.
Until his second uncle, Chen De Ming, smiled and his gaze fell on his nephew. "By the way, Xiao Ye."
"Your maternal grandfather really likes your calligraphy. He takes out your previous poem 'Bring in the Wine' to appreciate it every few days. How about..."
At this point, Second Uncle Chen De Ming paused, attracting everyone's attention, and then said, "How about you write another piece for your maternal grandfather on this occasion?"
Oh!?
Hearing Second Uncle Chen De Ming's suggestion, maternal grandfather Chen Bing Yan's eyes flashed with a bright spark, and everyone else in the villa turned their attention to Ye Xuan. As for the fans in the live stream, they were suspicious.
Does the male god also know calligraphy??
"Of course, no problem."
Hearing his second uncle's words, Ye Xuan paused, then instructed Aunt Shen, "Aunt Shen, please prepare the ink, brush, paper, and inkstone for me."
"Yes, alright~"
Aunt Shen was stunned by the young master's words but quickly responded, then turned and headed towards the study with two maids, as only there were such items.
Soon, Aunt Shen returned, bringing the ink, brush, paper, and inkstone with her.
Two maids spread out the Xuan paper and skillfully ground the ink.
Then, Ye Xuan approached the table with the spread Xuan paper, his eyes narrowed slightly. In the next moment, the aura of a calligraphy master instantly permeated the scene.
This scene was just like it had been in their maternal grandfather's courtyard before.
Under everyone's gaze, Ye Xuan approached the top right of the Xuan paper with his brush and wrote the three characters "Man Jiang Hong."
"Wow, amazing calligraphy!"
"The male god's brushwork is actually so good~"
"Incredible, it's effortless, deeply penetrating, and the characters are super beautiful!"
"I'm so excited, I wonder what kind of poem the male god will write."
"It's about to begin, I feel like the male god's calligraphy is definitely not simple!"
The fans in the live stream chattered and discussed animatedly, every single one of them paying close attention to the live stream, afraid of missing a single moment.
And under the expectant gaze of everyone in the live stream, Ye Xuan's next masterpiece of calligraphy quietly appeared on the paper.
"My hair bristles with rage! At the railing, the wind and rain cease. I look up to the sky and let out a long cry, filled with impassioned fervor. Thirty years of merit and fame are dust and dirt; eight thousand li of roads are moon and sun. Do not wait in vain, and let your youth turn white, regretting in vain..."
Drawing on his qi and flowing like clouds and water, the calligraphy was presented before everyone. Each character seemed to possess a certain magic, captivating everyone's eyes.
Seeing his grandson's calligraphy, especially this poem, maternal grandfather Chen Bing Yan's old eyes sparkled with increased intensity.
"Well said, thirty years of merit and fame are dust and dirt; eight thousand li of roads are moon and sun. Is this referring to the famous general Yue Fei who resisted the Jin?"
Chen Bing Yan, who had loved literature his whole life, considered Yue Fei one of his most admired historical figures. Although the people in the villa did not fully understand the meaning of this poem, simply reciting it in a low voice made one feel a surge of blood, as if the poem possessed some kind of magic.
Ye Pengfei and Chen Xiao Wan exchanged glances, seeing the pride and self-satisfaction in each other's eyes. Their son was so outstanding, so talented, how could they not be happy and proud?
The fans in the live stream, looking at the close-up shot, felt their scalps tingle. "Oh my god, the male god is actually a... formidable literary master."