I have to say, this bowl of fried potatoes is really a bit powerful.
Song Yunran was attracted to all the attention, and started to eat intently.
Thanks to the education he received since he was a child, he doesn’t look sloppy while eating by the side of the road. He doesn’t spill any sauce or get any oil on his face. Si Tudou has no time to talk at all, he seems to be a very good brother.
The photographer zoomed in and gave a long close-up directly.
What a beautiful picture, he thought, the sun shines on Mr. Song's hair, and it can reflect a warmer light.
Unexpectedly at this moment...
Song Yunran raised his head: "My God!"
He pointed to Shao Qian and Wan Yuzhe in front of him, extremely shocked, "Why did they hug each other!"
"..."
It's a pity that he opened his mouth, which made the beautiful picture directly have an atmosphere of lowering intelligence.
"I don't know." Qin Ke replied quietly, "Maybe it's a dance move."
Song Yunran was stunned on the spot. This was indeed beyond 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 completely copied.
"Then let's go."
He was very afraid that he would lose his studies, so he quickly said, "Go and see how Dai Rao and the others are doing."
President Xiao Song spoke, and the group left the idol group who were addicted to selling rot and delaying progress, and walked along the cement road in the village to the small square where the cartons were drawn before.
A group of chattering elementary school students followed behind to watch the fun, and a little girl with ponytails came closer. She looked Song Yunran up and down, and under the push of her companions, she summoned up the courage to ask: "Brother, you are also a star." ?"
Song Yunran raised his chin and proudly said, "Of course not, I'm the president."
"What is the president?"
"... is the boss."
"Oh, why don't you be a star?"
The little girl tilted her head ignorantly, very puzzled, "You look better than many celebrities on TV."
Song Yunran never expected that under the cultivation of such a simple folk customs in Tonggu Village, this little girl would have learned the art of speaking early on.
In front of the camera, he didn't have the nerve to say "I think so too", 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 sailor I invited."
The word navy is too profound 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 train of thought suddenly froze.
After all, he is not a real elementary school chicken, facing the authentic child's language, he didn't know how to answer for a while.
It can't be said to be selling people, 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 looked at Qin Ke timidly.
This brother doesn't look very talkative, unlike the brother who is the boss, with crooked eyes and dimples that make her envious.
She didn't dare to chat with Qin Ke, and instead 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 out of your control, you look like a younger brother!"
"Pfft."
A few bursts of laughter from the program staff made Song Yunran feel that he had been severely mocked.
It was unexpected.
He actually lived in a small mountain village, and was evaluated as a younger brother by elementary school students.
And the person who was drawn for comparison was Qin Ke whom he had called his elder brother.
Song Yunran is a mature adult, he can't argue with elementary school students, he can only clenched 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, I just leave it to him."
When Qin Ke is not smiling, his sharp outline often looks too indifferent.
And once he smiles, the sense of alienation that strangers should not get close to will fade a bit, allowing the gentleness hidden under the expensive appearance to emerge.
Especially at this time, he bent down and kept his eyes at the same height as the little girl, which directly shortened the distance between the two.
The little girl blinked, and was so excited by the close-up appearance that she forgot to say anything.
Another chubby little boy took up the topic: "Then is he very good?"
Qin Ke nodded: "Yes, our President Song is very good, no matter what he does, he can do well, and he is a very smart person."
"Wow-"
The primary school students were shocked by his calm and persuasive tone, Qi Qi let out a voice of admiration, and looked at Song Yunran with strong admiration.
Facing such a direct and hot gaze, Song Yunran felt uncomfortable.
He tried his best to tighten the corners of his mouth that were desperately trying to rise, and his eyes wandered into the distance, trying to pretend that he didn't care about this little flattery, but in the end he couldn't hold it back, his ears turned red with joy.
The members of the program group around were silent. They looked at each other a few times, and the same understanding was conveyed in each other's eyes.
Large-scale teaching site of "How to Prosper in the Workplace".
Learned, really learned.
At five o'clock in the afternoon, the three teams who had completed the task in groups reassembled in the square where they got off the bus.
Facing the hand card with strings of words, the director said without emotion: "First of all, congratulations to everyone who has completed the challenge and successfully obtained the qualification to stay tonight!"
The six guests applauded in unison to celebrate.
Among them, Dai Rao and Lv Jingyi's women's team was the happiest.
They were the second team to get the keys. They didn't have much hope at first, never thought that Song Yunran and the others would voluntarily give up the rest of the options and let them pick up the two-story villa with the best conditions in vain.
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 is really not good at dancing, they must not only show socialist brotherhood to attract CP fans, but also maintain their personalities to increase their own charm and consolidate their only fans. The group compares secretly, and must grasp the scale, so as not to be too intimate and cause the final material to be unable to broadcast.
The elements are too dense, causing both of them to have an unbound and purified selfishness under their forced smiles.
As a result of their hard work, they only got a wooden house in the melon field.
There is not even a bathroom, which is really pitiful.
Although "Holiday Slow Tour" has added a competition mechanism, it is still more casual on the whole.
The program group asked the guests to discuss the rooms they had chosen, and then announced that everyone could start cooking.
Dai Rao took the initiative to say, "I have a big kitchen with Lu Dao's family, how about going to our place together?"
Everyone had no objection, and immediately moved to the villa.
Originally, when Song Yunran heard that Dai Rao had chosen the villa, he was still a little envious.
But after arriving, I found out that this two-storey villa built by the villagers should have just been repaired, and the yard was bare. Apart from being updated and more spacious, it was not as artistic as the small one-story house he chose.
"Looking at it this way, our suite is actually pretty good." Song Yunran whispered to Qin Ke when there was no one around.
Qin Ke was looking through the meat in the refrigerator, and turned his head when he heard the words: "It's fine, but the window is broken. I'll go back to see if I can find tools to fix it."
Song Yunran was surprised: "Can you still repair windows?"
"before… "
Qin Ke paused for half a beat, and indicated with his eyes that the past he was talking about was actually the previous life, "I learned it in the crew."
Song Yunran understood, and seeing Dai Rao and Lu Jingyi also entered the kitchen, he asked, "Do you need my help?"
"Can you cook?" Lu Jingyi asked him back.
Song Yunran shook his head in embarrassment.
"Then you and Shao Qian and the others go to the field to pick some vegetables."
Lu Jingyi deserved to be a director, and she directed it very smoothly, "The three of us are enough in the kitchen."
Song Yunran carried the food basket and went out.
He found the idol group who was squatting in the yard in a daze, and said happily: "Ms. Lu said that there is no food at home, let us go out and 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 breathed a sigh of relief.
It was so good they literally couldn’t roll.
It was confirmed that Song Yunran was the only one on the other side, and the two of them went out at a much lighter pace.
There is no other team to compare with, and the interaction between the two is much more natural. In the few minutes they went to the vegetable field, they played and contributed a lot of drug material.
Song Yunran has not forgotten his mission, and has been observing secretly.
He found that even though Shao Qian had been encouraging Wan Yuzhe during the square dance, regardless of the strengths and weaknesses of the dance foundation of the two, at other times, Wan Yuzhe had a good temper and gave way to Shao Qian everywhere.
Is this the kindness of the father and the filial piety of the son
Song Yunran became more and more envious. He squatted in the vegetable field and pondered for a long time, before deciding to ask for advice.
He casually picked off a bunch of green leafy vegetables that he didn't know what they were, and while Wan Yuzhe was walking away, he moved to Shao Qian's side and said, "Can I ask you something?"
Shao Qian shook his hand and broke a cabbage.
He calmly said in a deep voice, "Say it."
Song Yunran turned off the microphone and signaled the photographer to go further away.
When Shao Qian saw this, although he didn't understand the reason, he still turned off the microphone and asked the photographers in their group to take pictures of Wan Yuzhe first.
With everything ready, Song Yunran asked seriously, "When did you and Wan Yuzhe establish a relationship?"
Shao Qian: "What's the relationship?"
"What do you say?"
Song Yunran didn't want to be discovered by the nearby staff that he was learning how to be a father here, and said vaguely, "It's the kind of relationship you have shown since you got in the car."
Shao Qian was taken aback, wondering if the two of them acted so well that Mr. Song thought it was Zhenji
He quickly explained: "No, no, he and I are both straight men."
"..." Song Yunran was speechless, "What are you talking about?"
Ah, didn't you ask this
Shao Qian looked at the other party in a daze, and finally caught the key signal from Song Yunran's eyes.
That's right, the king of introversion must be concerned about me and Wan Yuzhe selling corruption.
Shao Qian didn't want to answer, but he didn't dare to disobey the capital, so he could only confess honestly: "It's been two years, I made an appointment with him before participating in the draft."
Song Yunran was extremely envious: "Two years?! How did you decide?"
Shao Qian: "... appointed by the company."
Everything is just an arranged marriage, he added in his heart.
"?"
Song Yunran was stunned, can this be appointed by the company
He tore off a vegetable leaf resentfully, thinking that he was the CEO for nothing, and he didn't even have the courage to stipulate that Qin Ke 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 lush green vegetable field, feeling desolate in his heart.
Selling rot all depends on understanding, and it is really shameful to sum up experience seriously.
What's more, seeing Song Yunran's previous actions, he was obviously a master of the game, but now he pretends to be a noob, and he doesn't know who he wants to humiliate.
He really wanted to jump up and beat the capital violently, but he still didn't dare.
After a moment of silence, Shao Qian said exhaustedly: "You can't learn, it all depends on talent. If you have to say it, just relax, don't think too much, just follow your heart and act naturally."
follow your heart...
Song Yunran recited this sentence several times in his heart, and confirmed: "In short, what do you want to do?"
"That's okay to understand."
Shao Qian just wanted to end this embarrassing topic as soon as possible.
Song Yunran seemed to realize something, and smiled after a while: "I understand, thank you."
"You're welcome."
Shao Qian paused, and finally asked curiously, "Why are you learning this?"
Song Yunran blinked, and said mysteriously: "Because this is my great goal, and that's why I joined the entertainment industry."
Shao Qian couldn't bear it anymore: "Are you kidding me?"
You are Prince Ningdong and the capital representative! What do good scholars sell rot!
"I'm not kidding you, I'm serious."
Seeing Wan Yuzhe coming, Song Yunran patted Shao Qian on the shoulder, "Come on together from now on."
Shao Qian: "..."
He didn't want to talk anymore, he was so tired.
A few hours later, the six guests finished their dinner chatting in front of the camera.
It was getting late at night, and the rest was free time. The director announced that everyone could act in groups.
After a day of tossing around, Song Yunran was also tired and just wanted to rest early.
Back in the bungalow, he and Qin Ke had taken a shower one after another, and were thinking of finishing today's filming with the board, when they heard the broken window of the bedroom being rattled by the wind.
Tonggu Village is located in a small southern city, and the average temperature in winter is about ten degrees, so it is not cold to walk in the sun during the day.
But after nightfall, the temperature slowly dropped.
Song Yunran stood at the window for a while, shivering: "Why don't you ask the program team to borrow tools?"
When he first came back, Qin Ke searched around at home, but found no tools suitable for repair.
They originally planned to make do with it for a few days, but now they realized that one night was enough. If they stayed like this for several nights in a row, they might both catch a cold in the end.
Qin Ke gave an "um" and opened the door to explain the situation to the group choreographer in the yard.
The director seemed to have been waiting for a long time, and he couldn't wait to answer: "Is there no toolbox at home? It shouldn't be, could it be stolen by a mysterious elf?"
Qin Ke: "..."
Song Yunran: "..."
You said in the mountain village of our country that the elf stole the toolbox, don't you think the world view is not unified
The director did not change his face, and continued: "Tonggu Village has always had legends about elves stealing villagers' belongings. We unexpectedly encountered them today. But fortunately, the old people in the village told us that as long as we play with the elves, they will not only Return the item and tell you the secret about the treasure of Tonggu Village."
It's even a treasure hunt.
Song Yunran understood that the window was deliberately left unrepaired by the program crew, and it was waiting for the guests here.
He tightened his coat and said, "There is a mission, right? Let's just talk about what we need to do."
The director said: "The toolbox at home is usually placed in the utility room. Why don't you send someone to watch there tonight, maybe you can get clues tomorrow morning."
Song Yunran's heart skipped a beat, and he finally recalled the meaningful smile from the photographer in the afternoon.
During the day, he went to the utility room to see that there were no windows, and it was all illuminated by a dim chandelier. And the utility room is full of messy things. If the lights are not turned on, there will be a slightly 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, "Let me go."
He scratched his head and reminded Qin Ke, "I made an agreement during the bet in the afternoon. If there are any tricky tasks, I will come. Isn't there a folding bed in the utility room? It should be fine to sleep for one night."
Qin Ke turned his face and looked at him: "Shouldn't it be as simple as sleeping for one night, and playing with the elves?"
Song Yunran: "..."
This is where the problem lies. No one knows what the elf refers to. Maybe it is a name fabricated by the program team for the sake of review. In fact, the original setting may be a lonely ghost that fits the rural worldview. .
It felt like a testing session.
Song Yunran hesitated for a moment. He was afraid of ghosts since he was a child, and he would definitely hide when encountering such things.
But the Haikou words that he boasted in the afternoon are still in my ears. Besides, Qin Ke is one size bigger than him, and his shoulder has been injured, so he doesn't feel suitable for sleeping on a narrow folding bed.
When he was in a dilemma, Song Yunran suddenly remembered what Shao Qian said: Don't think too much, follow your heart.
So what is his truest thought at this moment
Song Yunran thought for a while and came up with the answer.
Be a brave and great dad, of course!
... Maybe there is also a little bit of the idea of wanting Qin Ke to have fun.
Song Yunran has already noticed that every time he talks about what Qin Ke will do, he will say that he learned it from filming in the past.
All settings are written by the author.
It is not what Qin Ke wants to learn from his heart out of his own wishes and preferences.
Feeling a little pathetic.
Song Yunran was blinded by sympathy, and said firmly: "Okay, let me do it."
He glanced at Qin Ke, "Find something to block the window yourself, go to bed early, and let's recharge our batteries and find the treasure tomorrow."
Qin Ke remained silent 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 bulbs hanging from the beams, and thought that this was not as scary as he imagined.
Unexpectedly, at this time, the dim yellow light suddenly began to flicker.
Song Yunran: "???"
He turned over and jumped out of bed, wanting to see what was going on, and then his vision fell into darkness.
A cold wind from nowhere blows over the back of his neck, as if standing behind him is a female ghost with disheveled hair.
Song Yunran hurriedly lay back on the bed in the dark, and wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, even covering his head.
However, in the next second, there was a strange movement under the bed.
It seems that something is slowly and gently dragging a wooden box.
Song Yunran's whole body is not well.
Shen Yiyi, you are so ruthless that you actually repay your kindness with revenge!
I don't know if this heartfelt voice was sensed by Shen Yiyi's brain waves. In a daze, he seemed to hear the wooden door of the utility room being pushed open by someone again. The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and finally stopped by his bed.
"President Song." A voice called him.
Song Yunran was so frightened that he didn't dare to move, and despite being frightened, he still didn't forget to complain about several meanings, and even imitated Qin Ke's voice to scare him.
What kind of traditional ghost story is this? It's a little too realistic.
The voice paused for a few seconds, then called again: "Song Yunran."
It's really similar, even the tone of voice is exactly the same!
Song Yunran was about to collapse, and began to think about whether his immediate withdrawal from the recording would cause the Song and Chen families to turn their heads.
The voice seemed to sigh, and said again: "It's me, Qin Ke. Don't be afraid, the scary part is over."
Song Yunran was stunned for a moment, and half-believingly lifted the quilt a little, and found that the lighting in the utility room had been restored.
He slowly revealed his head, and sure enough, he saw Qin Ke himself standing beside the bed.
Probably because the lights above his head were too dazzling, he actually saw a little tenderness and love from Qin Ke's helpless expression.
... pity
... Oh my god, it seems even more terrifying.
Song Yunran rubbed his eyes and asked softly, "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 jacket that accidentally fell on the ground, "This mission has been cancelled."
Song Yunran looked dazed, and left the utility room after Qin Ke.
The faces of the staff in the yard were full of complicated expressions, and the director who needed the cue process was even more numb. He stood up and announced: "This link is considered as giving up. You have lost a clue to the treasure."
Song Yunran hadn't recovered from the shock: "Aren't you a travel and leisure variety show? Why are you still ambush people under my bed?"
"No one." The director explained helplessly, "It's just a Bluetooth speaker."
Song Yunran was at a loss for words for a moment, feeling that he was ashamed to be frightened by a loudspeaker.
He twitched his lips and said in a low voice, "Since it's just a stereo, you shouldn't stop it halfway. I've persisted for so long."
A subtle smile slowly appeared on the director's numb face: "Mr. Song, you didn't hold on for long. You lasted for a minute and a half."
"..."
"And it's none of our business. Teacher Qin said to stop."
"..."
"Is there any question, Mr. Song?"
Song Yunran thought for a moment, then said embarrassingly: "Then can this section be cut and not broadcast? It feels so embarrassing."
"Don't worry."
The editor and director suppressed a smile, and replied solemnly, "We promise not to cut it."
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