I have to say that this bowl of fried potatoes is indeed a bit powerful.
Song Yunran was attracted to all his attention and ate intently.
Thanks to the education he received from childhood, he was not sloppy when sitting on the side of the road to eat, no sauce was sprinkled, and there was no oil on his face. He was as elegant as sitting in a Michelin restaurant and enjoying a big meal, with heart. Shi Tudou had no time to speak at all, and he seemed to be a very well-behaved brother.
The photographer zoomed in and gave a long close-up directly.
What a beautiful picture, he thought, the sunlight on Mr. Song's hair can reflect a warmer light.
Unexpectedly at this moment...
Song Yunran looked up: "My God!"
He pointed to the front of Shao Qian and Wan Yuzhe, extremely shocked, "Why did they hold it!"
"..."
.It's a pity that I opened my mouth long, so that the beautiful picture directly gave a hint of degeneracy.
"I don't know." Qin Ke answered him quietly, "Maybe it's a dance move."
Song Yunran was stunned on the spot, this was beyond the scope of his knowledge, and it was not suitable for him to continue to study in depth.
It seems that the way of getting along between every father and son cannot be copied completely.
"Then let's go."
He was very afraid that he would lose school, and said quickly, "Go and see how Dai Lao and the others are doing."
When Mr. Song spoke, the group left behind the idol group who was addicted to selling rot and delayed the progress, and walked along the cement road in the village to the small square where the cartons were selected.
.A group of chirping elementary school students followed to watch the excitement. A little girl with a ponytail got close. She looked at Song Yunran up and down, and under the push of her companions, she plucked up the courage to ask, "Brother, you are also a star." ?"
Song Yunran lifted his chin and said proudly: "Of course not, I am the president."
"What is the president?"
"...It's the boss."
"Oh, why are you not a star?"
The little girl tilted her head ignorantly, very puzzled, "You are better-looking than many stars on TV."
Song Yunran never expected that under such a simple folk customs in Tonggu Village, this little girl had learned the skill of pulling and trampling early.
In front of the camera, he didn't feel embarrassed to say "I feel the same way", so he could only pretend to be serious and replied: "Don't say this casually in the future."
."why?"
"Because it is easy for people to think that you are the navy I invited."
The term navy is too esoteric for a seven or eight-year-old girl.
She gave up thinking and asked directly: "Then you are the boss, what do you usually sell?"
Song Yunran's thoughts suddenly got stuck.
He is not a real elementary school chicken at all. Facing the authentic children's speech, he didn't know how to answer for a while.
I can't say it's a seller, it sounds hard not to make people want to call the police.
So he pointed to Qin Ke next to him: "My job is to manage stars like him."
The little girl gave Qin Ke a timid look.
This elder brother doesn't look very good at talking, unlike the boss, his eyes are crooked and he has dimples that she admires.
.She didn't dare to chat with Qin Ke, but continued to ask Song Yunran, "Are you lying to me?"
Song Yunran: "......?"
The little girl turned her head and finished whispering with her friends, and announced the result of their discussion loudly: "He is definitely not in your control, you look like a brother!"
"Pouch."
A few smirks from the program staff made Song Yunran feel like he was being ridiculed fiercely.
It was unexpected.
He was actually in a small mountain village, and he was judged to be a younger brother by elementary school students.
And the person who was drawn for comparison was Qin Ke, who he had called his older brother.
Song Yunran is a mature adult, can't care about elementary school students, can only squeeze his fists aggrievedly: "Who said..."
"Who said he can't control me?"
.Unexpectedly, Qin Ke was the first to speak. He stopped, bent over to look at the little girl, smiled and said, "He didn't lie to others, I just belonged to him."
When Qin Ke was not smiling, his sharp silhouette often seemed too indifferent.
And once he laughed, the feeling of alienation that strangers shouldn't come close to would fade a bit, letting the gentleness hidden under the precious appearance emerge.
Especially at this time, he bent down to keep his sight at the same height as the little girl, which directly narrowed the distance between the two.
The little girl blinked, and was so excited by the shock of her face at close range that she forgot to say what to say.
Another chubby little boy took the topic: "Then is he good?"
Qin Ke nodded: "Yes, our Song is very good. We can do great no matter what we do. We are a very smart person."
"Wow--"
.The pupils were stunned by his calm and persuasive tone, Qi Qi let out a marvelous voice, and his gaze at Song Yunran also conveyed a strong admiration.
In the face of such direct and hot gaze, Song Yunran was uncomfortable on the contrary.
He tried to tighten the corners of his mouth that he wanted to lift up, his eyes were erratic, and he looked into the distance, trying to pretend not to care about this little flattery. In the end, he couldn't hold it back and his ears were red with joy.
The surrounding members of the program group were silent. They looked at each other a few times, and the same insights were conveyed in each other's eyes.
A large-scale teaching site of "How to Make a Prosperity in the Workplace".
Learned, really learned.
At 5 o'clock in the afternoon, the three teams who completed the task in groups regrouped in the square when they got off the bus.
.The director said without emotion to the string card, "First of all, congratulations to everyone for completing the challenge and successfully obtaining the qualification to move in tonight!"
The six guests clapped together to express their celebration.
Among them, Dai Lao and Lu Jingyi's women's group performed the happiest.
They were the second team to get the key. They didn't have much hope. They never thought that Song Yunran would take the initiative to give up the remaining options and let them find the best two-story villa for nothing.
As for Shao Qian and Wan Yuzhe...
Although some people are still clapping their hands, their souls are almost dying.
.Under the premise that Wan Yuzhe really can't dance, they have to show socialist brotherhood to attract CP fans, but also maintain the personality to increase their own charm and consolidate their fans. The group secretly compares, and must grasp the scale, lest the final material cannot be broadcast due to excessive intimacy.
The elements are too dense, causing both of them to have a selfishness to untie and purify under the appearance of strong smiles.
But in the end of their hard work, they only got a set of wooden houses in the melon field.
There isn't even a bathroom, it's really pitiful to see it.
Although "Holiday Slow Travel" has joined the game mechanism, overall it is still more casual.
The program group asked the guests to make a discussion about the room they chose, and then announced that everyone could start cooking.
.Dai Lao took the initiative to say: "I have a big kitchen with Dao Lu's family, why don't we go to our place together?"
Everyone has no objections and immediately moved to the villa.
Originally, Song Yunran was a little envious when he heard that Dai Lao had chosen the villa.
But after arriving, I discovered that the two-story villa built by the villagers should have just been repaired. The yard was bare. Apart from being updated and more spacious, it was not as artistic as the small bungalow he chose.
"From this look, our suite is actually quite good." Song Yunran whispered to Qin Ke quietly when there was no one around.
Qin Ke was looking at the meat in the refrigerator, and turned his head when he heard the words: "Yes, it's good, but the window is broken. I will go back to see if I can find tools to fix it."
Song Yunran was surprised: "Do you still repair windows?"
"before......"
.Qin Ke paused for half a time, using his eyes to indicate that what he said was actually the previous life, "I learned it in the crew."
Song Yunran understood, seeing Dai Lao and Lu Jingyi also entering the kitchen, he asked, "Do you need my help?"
"Do you know how to cook?" Lu Jingyi asked him back.
Song Yunran shook his head awkwardly.
"Then you and Shao Qian go to the field to pick some vegetables."
Lu Jingyi deserves to be a director, and he is particularly comfortable in commanding, "It is enough for the three of us in the kitchen."
Song Yunran carried the basket and went out.
He found the idol group who was squatting in the yard in a daze, and said with great interest: "Ms. Lu said that there is no food at home, let us go out to pick some, shall we go?"
Shao Qian was silent for a few seconds and asked cautiously: "Is Qin Ke going?"
"He wants to stay and cook." Song Yunran replied.
.Shao Qian and Wan Yuzhe let out a long sigh of relief.
Great, they really can't scroll.
It was confirmed that Song Yunran was the only one on the other side, and they both went out a lot more briskly.
There is no other team from the side to compare, and the interaction between the two is more natural. Within a few minutes of going to the vegetable field, they played and contributed a lot of medicine materials.
Song Yunran has not forgotten his mission and always observes secretly.
He found that even though Shao Qian had been encouraging Wan Yuzhe when he was dancing square dance, aside from the strength of the two dance foundations, at other times, Wan Yuzhe had a good temper to let Shao Qian everywhere.
Is this the filial piety of the father's kindness and the son?
Song Yunran became more envious, squatted in the vegetable patch and pondered for a long time, and decided to ask for advice.
.He picked off a bunch of leafy greens that he didn't know what it was, and while Wan Yuzhe was walking away, he moved to the side of Shao Qian and said, "Can I ask you something?"
Shao Qian shook his hand and broke a cabbage.
He said calmly on the surface: "You said."
Song Yunran turned off Mai and motioned the photographer to go farther.
When Shao Qian saw this, although he didn't understand the principle, he still turned off the radio microphone and asked the photographers of their group to shoot Wan Yuzhe first.
With everything ready, Song Yunran asked seriously: "When did you determine the relationship with Wan Yuzhe?"
Shao Qian: "What's the relationship?"
"What do you mean."
Song Yunran didn't want to be found out by the nearby staff who was learning how to be a dad here. He said vaguely, "Just the kind of relationship you have shown since you got on the bus."
.Shao Qian was startled, wondering if they were acting so well that Song always thought it was the true base?
He quickly explained: "No, no, he and I are straight men."
"..." Song Yunran was speechless, "What are you talking about."
Ah, didn't you ask this?
Shao Qian looked at him confusedly, and finally caught the key signal from Song Yunran's eyes.
Yes, this king of internal scrolls, he must be concerned about the sale of rot with Wan Yuzhe.
Shao Qian didn't want to answer, but he didn't dare to disobey the capital, so he could only honestly confess: "It's been two years, it's been decided before he and I participate in the draft."
Song Yunran was extremely envious: "Two years?! How was it settled?"
Shao Qian: "...assigned by the company."
Everything is just an arranged marriage, he added in his heart.
."?"
Song Yunran was stunned, can this be specified by the company?
He grudged a piece of vegetable leaf, thinking that he was the president for nothing, and he didn't even have the courage to explicitly stipulate that Qin Ke should be his son.
"But I think Wan Yuzhe is very cooperative with you," he continued to ask, "you must be very capable, can you teach me?"
"..."
Shao Qian stared at the green vegetable field, and his heart was barren.
Selling rot depends on understanding. It is really shameful to sum up experience in a serious manner.
What's more, he saw Song Yunran's previous actions, he was obviously a middle-class player, and now he pretended to be a little white, and he didn't know who he wanted to humiliate.
He really wanted to jump up and beat Capital, but he still didn't dare.
After a moment of silence, Shao Qian said exhaustedly: "You can't learn, it depends on talent..What you have to say is to relax, don't think too much, follow your heart, and behave naturally. "
Follow your heart...
Song Yunran read this sentence silently in her heart several times and confirmed: "In short, what do you want to do?"
"It's okay to understand it this way."
Shao Qian just wanted to end this embarrassing topic as soon as possible.
Song Yun seemed to realize something, and a moment later he smiled: "I understand, thank you."
"You're welcome."
Shao Qian paused, and after all he asked curiously, "Why are you learning this?"
Song Yunran blinked and said mysteriously: "Because this is my great goal. This is why I joined the entertainment industry."
Shao Qian couldn't bear it: "Are you kidding me?"
You are the prince of Ningdong and the representative of the capital! .What do good scholars do to sell rot!
"I didn't tease you, I'm serious."
Seeing Wan Yuzhe coming, Song Yunran patted Shao Qian on the shoulder, "Come on together in the future."
Shao Qian: "..."
He doesn't want to talk anymore, his heart is so tired.
A few hours later, the six guests finished their dinner while chatting in front of the camera.
The night is getting late, and the rest is free time. The director announced that everyone can act in groups.
After a day of tossing, Song Yunran was also tired, and just wanted to rest early.
Back in the bungalow, he and Qin Ke took a shower one after another, thinking about whether they would simply end the filming of the day, they heard the broken window in the bedroom clanging loudly by the wind.
Tonggu Village is located in a small southern city. The average temperature in winter is about ten degrees. It is not cold to walk in the sun during the day.
.But after nightfall, the temperature still slowly dropped.
Song Yunran stood at the window for a while, shivering: "Or ask the program team to borrow tools?"
When he first came back, Qin Ke went around the house and found no tools suitable for repairs.
They had planned to make do for a few days, but now they realized that one night was enough. After staying for a few nights in a row, they might catch colds in the end.
Qin Ke let out an "um" and opened the door to explain the situation to the group choreographer in the yard.
The choreographer seemed to have been waiting for a long time, and couldn't wait to answer: "Is there no toolbox at home? Shouldn't it, was it stolen by the mysterious elf?"
Qin Ke: "..."
Song Yunran: "..."
You said in a mountain village in our country that the elves stole the toolbox, don't you think the worldview is not uniform?
.The choreographer didn't change his face, and continued: "Tonggu Village has always had a legend that elves stole the villagers' belongings. I didn't think we met today. But fortunately, the old people in the village told us that as long as they play with the elves, they will not only know how to do it. Return the items and tell you the secrets of the treasures in Tonggu Village."
It turned out to be a treasure hunt.
Song Yunran understood that the window was deliberately left unfixed by the program group, and he was waiting for the guests here.
He tightened his jacket and said, "There is a task, right? Just say, what do we need to do."
The editor said: "The toolbox at home is usually kept in the utility room. If you don't send someone to stay there for one night tonight, maybe you can get a clue tomorrow morning."
Song Yunran chuckled in his heart, and finally recalled the meaningful smile cast by the photographer in the afternoon.
.During the day he went to the utility room to see it, there was no window inside, and it was lit by a dim chandelier. And the utility room is full of messy things, if you don't turn on the lights, there will be a weird atmosphere in the darkness.
He was still recalling the mission environment, and Qin Ke had already made a decision: "Then I will go."
Song Yunran gritted his teeth and said, "I'll go."
He scratched his head and reminded Qin Ke, "I'll make it when I bet in the afternoon. If there are any tricky tasks, let me come. Isn't there a folding bed in the utility room? It should be fine for one night."
Qin Ke turned his face to look at him: "It should be more than just sleeping for one night, isn't it necessary to play with the elf?"
Song Yunran: "..."
.The problem lies here. No one knows what the elves are referring to. Maybe it is a name made up by the program team for the purpose of reviewing. The actual original setting may be a lonely wild ghost that fits the rural world view very well. .
It feels like a test of courage.
Song Yun hesitated for a moment. He had been afraid of ghosts since he was a child, and he would definitely be able to hide when encountering such things.
But the Haikou words that I had praised in the afternoon were still in my ears. Besides, Qin Ke was one size bigger than him, and his shoulder was injured, and he felt that he was not suitable for sleeping in a narrow folding bed.
In a dilemma, Song Yun suddenly remembered what Shao Qian said: Don't think too much, follow your heart.
So what is his most true thought at this moment?
Song Yunran thought for a while and came up with an answer.
Of course, to be a brave and great dad!
....Maybe there was a little bit of thought that wanted Qin Ke to have fun.
Song Yunran had already noticed. Every time he talked about what Qin Ke would do, he would say that he learned it from filming before. At first glance, it seemed to be very strong, but it was not right when he thought about it.
All are the settings written by the author.
It is not what Qin Ke wants to learn from his heart out of his own wishes and preferences.
It feels a bit pitiful.
Song Yunran was blinded by sympathy, and said firmly: "Okay, let me come."
He glanced at Qin Ke, "Find something by yourself to close the window, rest early, and we will find the treasure tomorrow."
Qin Ke was quiet for a few seconds before saying, "Okay."
A few minutes later, Song Yunran lay on the folding bed in the utility room.
.He looked at the light bulb hanging from the beam of the room, thinking that it was not as terrible as he had imagined.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, the dim light suddenly began to flicker.
Song Yunran: "???"
He turned over and jumped out of the bed, trying to see what was going on, and then his eyes fell into darkness.
The cold wind from nowhere blew across the back of his neck, as if a female ghost with disheveled hair was standing behind him.
Song Yunran quickly lay back on the bed in the dark, wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, and even wrapped his head inside.
However, in the next second, a strange movement sounded under the bed.
It seems that something is slowly and gently dragging a wooden box.
Song Yunran's whole person is not good.
Shen Yiyi, you are so cruel, you actually avenge your gratitude!
.I don't know if this heartfelt voice was sensed by Shen Yiyi's brain waves. In a trance, he seemed to hear the wooden door of the utility room being pushed open again, the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer, and finally staying beside his bed.
"Mr. Song." A voice called him.
Song Yunran was too frightened to move. Even though he was frightened, he still didn't forget to vomit. He also imitated Qin Ke's voice to frighten him.
What kind of traditional ghost story is this, it's a bit too realistic.
The voice paused for a few seconds, and then shouted, "Song Yunran."
It really seems, even the tone is exactly the same!
Song Yunran was about to collapse, and he began to think about whether he would quit the recording immediately and would turn the Song and Shen family over.
The voice seemed to sigh, and said: "It's me, Qin Ke. Don't be afraid, the scary session is over."
.Song Yunran was stunned. He half-believingly opened the quilt, and found that the utility room had been restored to light.
He slowly showed his head, and he saw Qin Ke himself standing next to the bed.
Probably the light above his head was too dazzling, he actually saw a little tenderness and affection from Qin Ke's helpless expression.
... Lover?
...Oh my god, it seems more terrifying.
Song Yunran rubbed his eyes and asked in a low voice, "Is it over?"
But he hasn't got the toolbox and treasure clues yet.
"Well, go back to the bedroom and sleep."
Qin Ke helped him pick up the coat that accidentally fell on the ground, "This task has been cancelled."
Song Yunran looked dazed and left the utility room behind Qin Ke.
.The faces of the staff in the yard were full of complicated expressions, and the choreographer who needed the cue process was even more numb. They stood up and announced: "This link is considered to have been given up. You have lost a clue to the treasure."
Song Yunran hasn't been relieved from the shock: "Aren't you a travel and leisure variety show? Why are you still ambushing people under my bed?"
"No one." The director reluctantly explained, "It's just a Bluetooth speaker."
Song Yunran was speechless for a while, and felt that he was frightened by a speaker.
He curled his lips and said in a low voice, "Since it's just a stereo, you shouldn't stop halfway. I've been on it for so long."
The choreographer's numb face slowly revealed a subtle smile: "Mr. Song, you didn't hold on for long. Even if it is full, you can hold it for a minute and a half."
"..."
."And it's none of our business, it was Teacher Qin who said he would stop."
"..."
"Are there any questions, President Song?"
Song Yunran thought for a moment, and said embarrassingly: "Can you cut this paragraph and not broadcast it? It feels so embarrassing."
"Don't worry."
The director suppressed a smile and replied solemnly, "We promise not to cut it."
The author has something to say: Mr. Song will let the Shen family go bankrupt (and can't d