"You, you... what did you call me just now?"
Song Yunran poked his head out of the down jacket, his trembling voice was two points of surprise, three points of joy, and five points... too cold to control.
I do not know when, the sky began to snow again.
Snowflakes fell like rain, he had black hair that seemed to be sprinkled with white sugar, the tip of his nose was red from the cold, and his eyelashes were even more curled after being wet, looking pitiful and cute.
Qin Ke brushed off the snowflakes on his head: "Call your father."
Song Yunran: "!!!"
In an instant, he seemed to hear a cheerful and passionate symphony resounding over Hualing Village, each part played a chapter of celebration, even the snowflakes dancing in the sky formed a huge "Dad" in front of his eyes .
It's a pity that before he was happy, Qin Ke grabbed his wrist and said in a tone that could not be refuted: "Follow me back to the room."
Song Yunran was right when he thought about it, he wanted to be a good father with a sense of responsibility, and he couldn't let Qin Ke lose his father at a young age.
So he wagged his non-existent tail and happily followed his son into the room.
The warm temperature rushed to the body in an instant.
I didn't feel it outside just now, but now that I suddenly returned to the warm indoor room, Song Yunran shivered violently.
He was trembling and holding the down jacket tightly, his teeth were chattering uncontrollably, his almond eyes were rounder than copper bells, and he looked at Qin Ke eagerly, but couldn't say a word for a long time.
Qin Ke frowned, took the down jacket from his arms, poured him a cup of hot water, and found a towel to wipe his hair.
The printed enamel cup with local characteristics is slightly hot.
Song Yunran lowered his head, and after a long time, his fingers gradually felt the temperature of the cup wall, and at the same time, great joy rose in his heart, and he couldn't help laughing out loud.
"..."
Qin Ke didn't know what to say. In this atmosphere, saying anything seemed to destroy Mr. Song's long-cherished wish of happiness, so he could only continue to help people dry their hair in silence.
Besides, he really needs a little time to organize his thoughts.
He had never really understood before why Song Yunran was always obsessed with such strange wishes.
It wasn't until Song Yunran recklessly told the truth just now that he finally understood how complicated the reasons behind the seemingly absurd wish were.
main character.
Qin Ke silently recited this familiar word, and his eyes were stained with a dark and difficult color.
He has played the leading role many times, but he never expected that the seemingly ordinary life has already separated him from other people with a clear gap.
Song Yunran's accusation against him was not entirely correct.
Qin Ke knew in his heart that on the road he walked before, he had experienced a lot of sacrifice every step of the way.
However, when Song Yunran complained loudly with red eyes, he didn't have the slightest desire to defend himself, and even wanted to apologize for the grievances Song Yunran had suffered all the time.
"Just say sorry."
Qin Ke said in a low voice, "Sorry, I didn't expect to cause you so much harm before."
Song Yunran suppressed his smile and said awkwardly, "You have a conscience."
Qin Ke threw the towel aside: "Although this seems strange to me, I have never regarded you as a tool person. To me, you are very important..."
"Father?" Song Yunran answered.
"..."
Song Yunran caught a glimpse of the helplessness in Qin Ke's eyes, and the smile on his lips curved even wider.
Of course he knew that the answer was not this, but being able to take advantage of Qin Ke in his previous life undoubtedly gave him double happiness as a new father.
"Don't be angry, Dad is joking with you."
Song Yunran put the enamel cup for warming hands back on the table, "We will be a family from now on, you can tell me anything you encounter, I am not the kind of person who breaks promises, since you called me today Dad, then I will always be your dad."
Qin Ke didn't speak, but slowly raised his eyelids, and cast his eyes on the snow field outside.
Mr. Song’s previous drawing of a puppy has not yet been covered by fresh snow. If you get close to the door, you can clearly see the puppy’s drooping ears and big aggrieved eyes.
Song Yunran couldn't help feeling guilty.
When he squatted in the snow and scribbled graffiti, he didn't think much of it at all. The puppy created it entirely by instinct. Looking back at it now, it seems that he used the painting to express his emotions, deliberately pretending to be pitiful and selling misery. He won Qin Ke's sympathy.
"You, don't you want to go back on your word." He felt a sense of crisis spontaneously, "You can't take back what you say."
Qin Ke looked away and smiled: "Okay, I won't withdraw."
He looked into the other person's eyes, and for some reason, his tone was meaningful, "It's Mr. Song, just don't regret it in the future."
"???"
Song Yunran was startled for a moment, but then understood.
It's just a naive child trying to provoke his father. This little trick can't scare him at all.
"Then it's settled, whoever regrets it will bark like a dog in the future." He replied confidently.
Half an hour after the father-son relationship was confirmed, someone finally came to remind them to continue recording.
The remaining two teams completed the challenge almost at the same time. In the end, Shaoqian's group took the No. 2 room with good conditions by virtue of a slight advantage.
Fortunately, considering the bad weather, the program team did not dare to joke about the safety of the guests. The room assigned to the last place was not only narrow in size, but also had complete living facilities.
The six guests who gathered again were invited to participate in the local woodcarving experience class.
Before leaving for the woodcarving workshop, Song Yunran was called over by the director.
"President Song, there is something we have wanted to talk about for a long time."
There was a hint of helplessness in the director's sincere smile, "Don't turn off the microphone casually in the future, it will affect our shooting material."
Mentioning this incident, the editor and director felt full of regret.
There are also automatic cameras in the room where the guests live, so that the audience can see how the guests who are not on mission will get along with each other.
It turned out that Song Yunran was fine, and turned off the microphone as soon as he entered the room today.
Qin Ke, who used to cooperate with the program group, also turned off the sound inexplicably.
As a result, they could only guess from the pictures they took, that the two seemed to have had a quarrel and reconciled, but they couldn't guess what they were talking about.
What a good material, the director thought heartbrokenly.
Mr. Song suddenly ran out of the living room, Qin Ke sat quietly for a while and took him back with a down jacket, and there was the most exciting warm scene of helping to wipe his hair, but all because of the lack of sound, it became a tasteless tasteless material to be discarded .
Song Yunran scratched his head: "We are discussing commercial secrets today."
"...Really." The director was dubious, "Then you called Shao Qian Guan Mai a few times, are you also discussing commercial secrets?"
Song Yunran: "...well, that's right."
He smiled embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, sister, I won't do it next time."
The editor and director looked at his harmless smiling face, but was finally defeated by his attitude of correcting when he knew his mistakes. He nodded and motioned him to go back to filming.
A group of people walked into the wood carving workshop in a mighty manner.
Hualing Village is rich in birch trees, and local wood carvings also use hard and wear-resistant birch wood as raw materials.
The boss gave everyone a piece of wood that had been cut and the size of a palm, and said: "Use a piece of paper, draw the pattern you want to carve and paste it on the wood block, and then I will guide you how to use the engraving machine to complete the rest. process."
Song Yunran liked handcraft classes since he was a child. After getting the paper and pen, he thought about it and found that such a small piece of wood could not carve many luxurious patterns. After a little thought, he decided to carve a monica that grew up with him.
The appearance of Monica has long been engraved in his mind.
Song Yunran didn't need to use his mobile phone to look through the photos. It only took a few minutes to draw a naive Samoyed on the paper.
Dai Rao who was sitting opposite took a look: "Is this your dog? What's its name?"
"Monica." Song Yunran put the piece of paper in front of the camera, "Isn't she cute?"
The photographer nodded in agreement.
Song Yunran was overjoyed and suspected that today was his destined lucky day.
Not only did he encounter two links that he was best at, but he also finally heard Qin Ke call Dad.
He used glue to stick the piece of paper to the wooden block and pressed it a few times. Just as he was about to go to the teacher to borrow the engraving machine, he caught sight of Qin Ke who had also completed the painting process from the corner of his eye.
"What a coincidence, you and Mr. Song both drew dogs."
Dai Rao was probably the kind of half-hearted scumbag in the class when he was a child. He was busy observing his classmates' homework before he finished his painting.
Song Yunran was puzzled.
Qin Ke has never raised a dog before, so why does he want to draw a dog? It can't be that the two of them have collided with each other for inspiration. Let's have a live competition in the name of monica today.
He turned his head and leaned over, and after seeing the small pencil drawing clearly, his fist hardened.
Qin Ke actually reproduced the wronged dog he drew in the snow!
"I suspect you are implying something to me."
Song Yunran protested, "This one doesn't work, you can draw another one yourself."
He does not mean that.
Shao Qian next to him stretched his neck: "Ah? Isn't it just a dog, why is there a hint?"
Song Yunran: "... I can't explain it to you."
He didn't want the audience all over the country to see the graffiti he drew in a trance, so he turned his head and threatened Qin Ke, "Do you hear me, change it quickly."
However, Qin Ke just asked him calmly, "Why not?"
"?"
Of course it's because the dog looks more and more like your father, and it even has a dimple on the right side of its face that is exactly like your father's.
Although the fact that the dog has dimples sounds enough to make people speechless, but even more speechless, it is difficult for Song Yunran to publicly say the reason.
Because once he said it, it was like calling him a dog.
Song Yunran took a deep breath, pulled Qin Ke to a corner, and subconsciously wanted to chat with Guan Mai in private.
As a result, before the finger touched the switch, a sharp look was cast from the staff.
"..."
Song Yunran withdrew his hand silently, and put on a ruthless face of the overlord, trying to put pressure on him with his eyes.
Qin Ke met his gaze and said in a forbearing tone, "I'm not good at drawing."
"so… ?"
"So I can only learn from your painting style."
Qin Kemi's long eyelashes drooped slowly, as if to conceal his inner inferiority complex, "Or, that's not okay?"
Song Yunran's heart trembled.
He saw it, he really saw it, after Qin Ke finished saying that, his lips moved silently twice.
Yes, that mouth shape he would never admit wrong.
It is the word "father".
Song Yunran's will collapsed instantly.
No father can resist such a serious request from his child.
So he must have thought too much. Qin Ke didn't make fun of him with a dog... oh no, with a wood carving, but from the bottom of his heart, hoping to pay tribute to him.
"Oh, if that's the case, then you should engrave this."
Song Yunran used his hands to cover the corners of his mouth that were crazily upturned, and instructed, "Remember to make it look better.
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