The remaining hours were spent in the hum of the engraving machine.
Song Yunran was very good at carving wood carvings. After finishing his monica, he would watch others around in the workshop classroom, invisibly causing great psychological pressure on other guests.
In the end, due to people talking too much, they were complained by the other two groups of guests, and in despair, they were called to the next door to record the interview.
When he came back, Qin Ke's woodcarving work was almost finished.
Song Yunran walked over to take a look and smiled.
It turns out that Qin Ke is not an omnipotent person. For example, the wood carving in front of him is obviously not a skill he is good at. I don't know what went wrong during the carving process. The puppy, who was obviously wronged when he drew it, now has a happy expression for no reason.
"What happened, it doesn't look like it at all."
Song Yunran shook his head and sighed like an old father checking his child's homework, "I completely lost the proper expression management."
Qin Ke glanced at him: "But it's cute, isn't it?"
Song Yunran thought for a while: "It seems to make sense."
He sat in the seat next to him, waited for Qin Ke to polish the surface texture of the wood carving with sandpaper, and then took a closer look, and found that it was exactly as Qin Ke described, this little dog had a bit of a silly temperament by accident .
Just looking at it makes people feel good, and even wants to giggle along with it.
Qin Ke observed his expression and asked softly, "Can I give it to you?"
Shao Qian next to him suddenly slipped his hand, and a long scratch was drawn on the wooden block.
He raised his head with complicated emotions, and looked at the Xinghe two opposite him, his heart was full of exhaustion and speechlessness.
It's just a wooden carving, the tone doesn't have to be so gentle, those who didn't know thought you were going to give a ring.
However, in Song Yunran's ears, this sentence has another completely opposite meaning.
He still remembers that the kindergarten teacher used to teach children to origami, and he folded two small animals whose original shapes could not be seen in a mess, and decided to take them home as a gift to his parents right away.
He is too familiar with this plot.
But when he thought about it again, he felt a little burdened.
It's too blatant, what if Qin Ke's filial piety is seen by the audience
Netizens nowadays are very good at making up their minds.
If they mistake this pure father-son relationship for other dirty transactions...
Thinking of this, Song Yunran had no choice but to reluctantly refuse: "You keep it for yourself."
He said so, but his eyes were fixed on the puppy, and he couldn't bear to move his eyes away.
Qin Ke couldn't figure out why he was duplicity, but felt that his tearful refusal looked like a kid who refused to accept New Year's money during New Year's and holidays. He put his hands behind his back to show his determination, but his eyes were full of passion. strong desire.
So he thought for a moment, then raised his eyes and looked at the chief director among the crowd.
Chief Director: "...?"
I have to say that Qin Ke's acting skills are indeed outstanding.
At this time, he didn't say a word, but just indicated with his eyes, as if he had spoken a thousand words.
After looking at each other for a short time, the chief director suddenly felt blessed, and seemed to understand a lot.
She felt that Qin Ke was suggesting that she add a link in which the guests gave each other woodcarvings, but she couldn't make a final judgment just by looking at her eyes.
But exchanging gifts...
It's a good idea when you think about it carefully. For example, Wan Yuzhe's ghostly ugly thing, after sending it out, another guest's reaction will definitely be a laughing point of this issue.
When the chief director was thinking hard, Song Yunran suddenly left the camera and came to her side.
Song Yunran had a serious face: "Are you free, I have something to discuss with you."
"you say."
Before the words finished, the chief director saw Song Yunran reaching out to turn off the microphone, and hurriedly stopped him, "Why are you doing this again! President Song, can you cooperate with us in filming?"
Song Yunran explained: "This time it's a real business secret."
He lowered his voice mysteriously, "Can you contact the person in charge in the village?"
"... what are you doing?"
Song Yunran had nothing to do at the moment, and briefly introduced his Hualing Village tourism development plan: "Of course, it depends on their own wishes. If it doesn't work, I can only find another place."
The chief director was shocked.
As the leader of the whole group, she can always receive many "complaints" about the Xinghe group, most of which come from their follow-up photographers. The main object of complaint is of course Song Yunran, who does not follow the routine and is too childish in words and deeds , completely inconsistent with the "new generation business elite" personality set originally set by the program group.
In the end, it was Song Yunran who started planning and developing Hualing Village without saying a word.
As early as the early stage of preparation, when the program group selected the site, they deliberately selected a few mountain villages with underdeveloped economy and beautiful scenery, in order to help the local villagers while filming variety shows, and borrowed "Holiday Slow Travel" "The power to attract a little more tourists.
Song Yunran's idea coincided with that of the program group.
Naturally, the chief director would not object: "I have a phone number from the village committee, can I make an appointment for you to meet and talk?"
Song Yunran waved his hand: "No, you can help me first and ask them if they are willing. If you have any news, just let me know. If possible, ask them to contact my assistant, and leave the rest to him to worry about."
The chief director understands.
Song Yunran is the president after all, he just needs to invest and wait to make money.
She nodded, thinking that since the program team came forward to communicate initially, she asked one more question: "Apart from this, do you have any other ideas?"
Song Yunran thought for a moment, then smiled embarrassedly: "Then can we add a link of giving gifts to each other later?"
Chief Director: "???"
I am now discussing with you the bright future of Hualing Village, don't make me fan...
Forget it, she didn't dare to slap.
Song Yunran was totally unaware of how different the style of the two conversations was.
He frowned, and his face was still slightly red: "You have a good time, okay."
The chief director was numb: "Okay."
After all six people finished their wood carving work, the chief director announced this temporarily added rule.
All of a sudden, some people at the scene were secretly happy, while others were ashamed.
The word dislike was written all over Shao Qian's body: "Do you have to exchange with the same group? Forgive me, if you have to choose, I will definitely be willing to have Mr. Song's Samoyed."
Wan Yuzhe, the person who was disliked, complained coldly: "Really? I think Qin Kediao's puppy is also very cute, or you can keep that grass for yourself."
"...?" Shao Qian retorted angrily, "I carved a flower!"
Song Yunran watched silently. He could see clearly now that this must be another flirting with thousands of horses.
But this is their fault, how can the CP quarrel implicate the innocent father and son next to him
So he quickly stuffed monica into Qin Ke's hand, and quickly took away the puppy with a sudden change in painting style before the other party had something to say, and held the wooden carving tightly in his hand, lest other people would reach out grab.
Qin Ke lowered his eyes, looked at his cautious appearance, and smiled silently.
After dinner, we recorded some prescribed segments, and when it was almost eleven o'clock, the director team announced that everyone could go back to their room to rest.
Song Yunran now has a certain psychological shadow about going back to his room to rest.
He pulled Qin Ke cautiously and checked every corner of the room.
"I'm afraid they'll play tricks again." Song Yunran analyzed seriously, "And there's still a treasure hunt mission tomorrow, and they haven't given any clues yet. Maybe there are traps lurking somewhere."
Qin Ke thought for a while: "Have you checked the hot spring?"
Song Yunran was stunned for a moment: "Not really."
The soup pond that comes with the homestay is very close to the snow field where he painted the dog in the afternoon, probably because of subconsciousness, he has never been close to it since he came back.
"Go and have a look." Qin Ke said.
The two changed their coats and opened the wooden door of the living room in the night.
The wronged dog painted in the afternoon was almost completely covered by fresh snow.
Only the last handful of tails were left exposed, and if someone else came over, they would not be able to see what it was.
But both of them tacitly avoided that small area, as if guarding some kind of secret memory, bypassed the puppy that used to exist there, and didn't step on it.
Going forward through the corridor covered with lanterns, the steaming soup pool entered their field of vision.
This should be a natural hot spring. The edge of the soup pool is surrounded by simple stones. A few dim yellow floor lamps are spread under the feet, and the mist evaporates to give off a dense light.
There is the smell of winter snow in the air, mixed with the faint sulfur smell of hot springs, which is not pungent, but makes people want to jump in and enjoy a refreshing journey.
Song Yunran was tired all day, looking at Tangchi in front of him, he felt that it was inviting him.
He hesitated for less than three seconds between "continue to look for clues" and "whatever it is, play first and then talk", and he readily chose the latter.
"Why don't we come to the soup!"
He stopped in his tracks, as if no one would stop me, "Since we have chosen the best room, we shouldn't waste the facilities inside, or the hot spring may cry."
Qin Ke paused: "The two of us?"
"Do you want to call other people?" Song Yunran was a little worried, "But this pool is not big enough."
The point of the question is not here.
But as long as Qin Ke lowered his head a little, he could see Xiao Song's look full of anticipation at a glance.
He hesitated for a moment, and finally agreed with a "hmm".
Song Yunran breathed a sigh of relief.
He did consume a lot of energy skiing today, coupled with the ups and downs brought about by being the father, he is really tired at the moment, and urgently needs to be surrounded by nature to recover his energy.
But this is an open-air hot spring, the surrounding lights are at best an atmosphere group, and the lighting function is almost negligible.
If Qin Ke didn't accompany him, he really wouldn't dare to go into the water alone.
Considering how cold it was outside, it was not realistic to come back from the room after taking a shower.
At the beginning of the design of the homestay, a small shower room was built next to the soup pool, with all the items in it, saving guests the pain of going back and forth from the cold.
Song Yunran did not show his father's meekness at all, and was the first to enter the shower room to take a shower. When he was about to come out, he hesitated dully.
Everyone knows that hot springs cannot be soaked in clothes.
"... It's okay, they are all men, and he is still my son."
Song Yunran tied the bath towel around his waist slowly, and mentally prepared himself, "What can't be seen between father and son!"
Although he spoke decisively, he opened the door a few beats slower than usual.
But soon, the cold wind blew away all his sanity.
Qin Ke, who was standing outside waiting, turned his head, only to see a figure rushing out of the shower room, screaming strangely while running, and then a limit flashed, rushing into the soup pool.
He took a closer look, only to realize that the creature just now was Song Yunran.
The warm hot spring brought Song Yunran back to life.
Knowing that his performance just now was too embarrassing, he cleared his throat: "It's really scary, you wait and move quickly, or I'm afraid you will freeze into an ice sculpture halfway."
"… it is good."
Qin Ke held back his smile and nodded seriously.
The shower door closed again, and Song Yunran was the only one left outside.
He subconsciously became afraid, not daring to look around, his back pressed against the smooth pool wall, praying for Qin Ke to come out quickly.
Qin Ke seemed to hear his inner calling.
Within a few minutes, the sound of the wooden door opening sounded like the sound of heaven.
Song Yunran's heartbeat suddenly accelerated inexplicably.
He soaked his body in the hot spring and didn't turn his head to look for a long time.
But even if he didn't look at it, the sound of splashing water after a while let him know that Qin Ke had entered the water.
Song Yunran felt a little awkward in his heart, he clenched his fists, cheered himself up, and after making full preparations, he pretended to be nonchalant and turned his head: "You..."
Then it got stuck.
Qin Ke probably wanted to come to him, but he was still standing in the soup pool.
The water in the pool was not deep, and it only slightly covered his waist and abdomen, which couldn't block the beautiful and well-proportioned muscle line from his shoulders and neck.
"Ok?"
Qin Ke thought he had something to say, so he walked up to him and sat down, turning his face sideways, "What did you want to say just now?"
As they got closer, Song Yunran's eyes didn't know where to look.
He stared blankly at the man's sunken and straight collarbone, and then looked away after a while: "Oh, I want to say, did you see any clues in the shower?"
Qin Ke: "...the show crew wouldn't install a camera in the shower."
"?"
... Also, the link of finding clues must be photographed to be effective material.
That way, there are sure to be no clues in the shower.
After all, they are a law-abiding and serious variety show.
Song Yunran exhaled slowly, disgusted with why he was so cowardly.
He secretly looked at the line of Qin Ke's shoulders from the corner of his eyes, and then squeezed his own arm quietly, with a burst of strong envy in his heart.
I don't know why, but it is always difficult for him to develop obvious lines.
The muscles are always thin. At best, it looks like a youthful figure, but at worst, it looks like a weak chicken.
It would be great if he could be like Qin Ke, Song Yunran thought, it would not be overly exaggerated but the texture is clear, which makes people want...
…
What do you want to do
Song Yunran was taken aback by his sudden thought, and lost his position in an instant. His cheeks, which were already red from the hot spring, became even hotter, and even his ears to the back of his neck were stained with an unnatural blush.
Alarm bells were ringing in his heart, and he didn't have time to think about the reason. He thought that the most urgent thing was to stay away from Qin Ke, lest he do something against his father's morality.
So Song Yunran grabbed the bath towel around his waist, thinking that he was unconscious, and slowly moved to the side.
Unexpectedly, he only took half a step, and Qin Ke glanced over: "Where are you going?"
Song Yunran said coldly: "You squeezed your father, I need to find a spacious place."
"That's it."
A gleam of emotion flashed across Qin Ke's eyes, "Dad, why are you blushing?"
"..." Song Yunran was speechless, "Who doesn't blush after taking a hot spring!"
Qin Ke was silent for a few seconds, then laughed in a low voice: "Really, but Dad's face seems to be very red?"
Song Yunran's anger immediately filled up.
He never realized that it turned out that this mouthful of a father could also shout out a sense of sarcasm.
Seeing that Qin Ke seemed to be about to confess his father again, Song Yunran's mood collapsed.
He became angry from embarrassment, and ordered harshly: "Don't call me Dad anymore!"
The author has something to say: Oh, but that's all