Xu Qiao was not interested in snooping into the girl’s phone any further. After turning off the computer, he thought about it and contacted Oil Paper Umbrella in the name of the studio.
They agreed to meet in a private room in the restaurant, and when Xu Qiao arrived, she was already inside.
After closing the door, Oil Paper Umbrella heard the sound, looked up and saw the person coming, and froze in place.
I thought it was a staff member of the studio, but it turned out to be Xu Qiao. He was wearing a hat and a mask, but I could recognize him. He was someone I really liked, so I could recognize him even if only his eyes were exposed.
"Xu, Xu Qiao." Oil Paper Umbrella stood up, looking a little flustered.
The shock of her idol suddenly appearing before her eyes and the guilt she felt for what she had done made her eyes red.
Xu Qiao glanced at her. She looked like she had just started college not long ago. She was not very old and her dress and appearance were still a little immature.
Since she was willing to come here today, it at least means she didn't escape.
"sit down."
The oil-paper umbrella put her hands together, nodded, pursed her lips and sat down.
"How is your brother?"
Hearing Xu Qiao's question, Oil Paper Umbrella's mouth drooped, and he barely controlled his emotions: "It's stable for the time being, and we're looking for a match. A lot of people have donated to the treatment fee, and if we borrow money from everywhere, we can always make up for it."
There was silence in the room for a while.
Just as Xu Qiao was about to speak, the girl couldn't control her tears.
He handed over a pack of tissues somewhat helplessly.
"Xu Qiao, you know everything, right?" Oil Paper Umbrella choked up, "I haven't dared to go online these past few days. I know a lot of people scold me, but I really can't do anything about it."
"I really like you, I'm sorry."
Xu Qiao looked at her for a while, opened his phone, clicked on the fundraising link that Oil Paper Umbrella had sent to the group, and then put the phone in front of her.
Through her tear-blurred eyes, she saw the anonymous donation of 100,000 yuan on Xu Qiao's mobile phone page.
The sobbing stopped suddenly and it took a long time for him to recover.
It turned out that the anonymous donation of 100,000 yuan was donated by Xu Qiao. The person she liked was helping her, but she turned around and discredited him for 100,000 yuan.
What kind of like is this...
I couldn't even say sorry, all my words seemed pale and powerless.
"Xu Qiao, I—"
Xu Qiao took back the phone and looked at her: "I don't mean anything else. I also roughly understand your situation. I just want to tell you that I am very grateful for your previous love, but if this love makes you feel tired, it is wrong. Do you understand what I mean?"
Oil Paper Umbrella nodded vigorously and said in a hoarse voice: "I was wrong. I will return the 100,000 yuan that was given to me."
"Can I still like you in the future?"
Being a star or something else, Xu Qiao has always treated it as a job, no different from any other job to make a living.
Whether it’s fans confessing their love for him, defending him, or the smears and insults from black fans, he actually doesn’t care that much.
Looking at the little girl's frightened eyes, he sighed softly and nodded.
Soon it was time for the second recording of "Guofeng".
The number of viewers for the first live broadcast exceeded one million, and the edited version released on the weekend also received excellent ratings. The program and the guests themselves have attracted a lot of discussion, and the production team is very motivated.
The theme of the previous episode was poetry, and the theme of this episode is painting. The recording location is set in a small coastal town.
Li Feifei helped book the plane ticket, and Xu Qiao got on the plane and found his seat.
His seat was by the window, and there was already someone sitting next to him in the aisle. His baseball cap was pulled down so low that his face could not be seen clearly. He was leaning back in the chair with his eyes closed to rest, and his long legs blocked the entrance.
"Sir." Xu Qiao called out in a low voice. The man in the baseball cap moved twice, opened his eyes and looked at Xu Qiao.
When their eyes met, Xu Qiao was stunned. Isn't this Xu Siyi? Why is he on this flight
Xu Siyi looked sleepy, took off his cap, and saw Xu Qiao's voice was a little tired and low: "What a coincidence."
As he said this, he retracted his legs.
Xu Qiao walked in and sat down, then asked casually, "Do you have a job in Yangcheng?"
Yangcheng is the final destination of this flight.
Xu Siyi chuckled: "Record a show."
Xu Qiao nodded, didn't ask any more questions, took out the eye mask from his bag and put it on.
I have to rush to the recording location as soon as I get off the plane. I probably won’t be able to have a good rest afterwards, so I’ll take this time to catch up on some sleep.
The plane took off, and after a brief feeling of weightlessness and tinnitus, the flight stabilized.
Just as Xu Qiao was feeling a little sleepy, he felt his shoulders sink.
He frowned slightly, pushed up the blindfold, and saw Xu Siyi's head leaning on his shoulder. His breathing was long and steady, and he was obviously asleep.
It looks like he is very tired. Xu Qiao doesn't pay much attention to other people's news, but he often goes to the studio and often hears Mo Chenghong say that Xu Siyi is very busy with work recently, running back and forth between two crews.
Xu Siyi, who was leaning on his shoulder, had prominent brow bones, a high nose bridge, and clean and sharp facial features. His facial features were sharp, and his hair seemed to be harder than that of an average person, poking at his neck and making it prickly.
Xu Qiao wanted to push him away, but his hand stopped when he touched the dark circles under the man's eyelids.
Pursing her lips, Xu Qiao frowned and pulled down the blindfold again, but didn't push him away in the end.
I thought it would be difficult to fall asleep with a head on my shoulders, but not long after putting on the eye mask, Xu Qiao fell asleep.
When he woke up again, it was Xu Siyi who woke him up.
Xu Qiao took off his eye mask. He looked a little dazed having just woken up, and his shoulders and neck were aching.
Xu Siyi recovered after a good sleep and looked at him with a bit of apology on his face: "Is your shoulder okay?"
Xu Qiao felt a little dizzy and nodded subconsciously.
After getting off the plane, they walked all the way to the airport lobby and waited to be picked up by the program crew. Xu Siyi was always next to them, and Xu Qiao thought he was also waiting for someone.
Who knew that the production crew came up to Xu Qiao after seeing him and said, "You're here! The car is waiting outside!"
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Xu Qiao turned his gaze to Xu Siyi.
"Xu Qiao, you don't know yet? Min Yang had a minor car accident and can't come to the recording this time. The director invited Si Yi to take his place for one episode."
Xu Siyi lowered his jaw slightly and nodded.
Although both are popular stars, Xu Siyi and Min Yang are not at the same level at all. I don’t know how much the director spent to invite him.
The car that came to pick up the two people stopped in front of a helicopter pad.
Through the car window, Xu Qiao saw that the others had arrived.
The live broadcast equipment has been turned on. At this time, several guests and the audience in the live broadcast room knew that Min Yang could not come this episode, and secretly guessed who would come to replace him.
Hearing the sound of the car, several people's eyes and cameras turned over.
Xu Qiao and Xu Siyi opened the car door and got out.
When seeing Xu Siyi, the barrage of comments instantly exploded.
Xu Siyi?
The program team is generous enough
Ahhhh, isn't brother busy filming
The sky was a little gloomy, and Xu Qiao was standing with his back to the light. The light brushed against his shoulders, and his face was a little blurry in the camera, but his delicate jawline was exceptionally clear.
On the other side, Xu Siyi's facial features were more prominent in the sunlight, with raised brow bones, sharp eyebrows, and eyes, along with his straight nose, every part was angular.
The barrage was silent for a while.
My eyes... too much nutrients to bear, wow wow wow these two standing together is too pleasing to the eyes
Sisters, do you still remember the photo taken by the unscrupulous paparazzi? How much food was produced by a borrowed photo!
Damn, that photo is really exciting
Ying Wenlin and his companions were also a little surprised to see Xu Siyi, but since they were all quite old, they were not as excited as the young people in the program crew. They nodded to Xu Siyi in a friendly manner.
Compared to the north where the wind is still cold, this small southern town is as warm as spring, with greenery everywhere. The sea breeze blowing from not far away is mixed with a faint salty smell.
Fan Menghua brushed her hair against the wind and said, "The climate here is so comfortable."
Ying Wenlin walked up to Xu Qiao, put his arm around his shoulder and said with a chuckle, "Xiao Xu, did you miss me?"
Xu Qiao glanced at him and realized that the folk music master had not given up the idea of letting him join his folk music band. He nodded politely: "Not bad."
Ying Wenlin: “…”
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, have you noticed that Teacher Ying is particularly enthusiastic about Xu Qiao
Unfortunately, the little brother was very cold, and Teacher Ying said she was very sad.
The theme of this issue is Chinese painting, so it should be Mr. Yu Feipeng's special show.
I know from the last episode that the brain circuits of the production team should not be underestimated. There is no such thing as a special show or not.
Sure enough, after everyone was gathered, the program team began to announce the tasks.
"You will be taken by helicopter to an island 100 nautical miles away. That is where we will be recording this time."
"To understand Chinese painting, we must not only understand its history and heritage, but also explore the production process of its paper and pigments."
Fan Menghua couldn't help but retort: "Like the last issue where we talked about labor being the origin of poetry and labor being the most glorious, how about discussing that?"
The director coughed and smiled, "There is a kind of ore produced on that island. After it is crushed, ground and refined, the pigment made is clean and bright in color and can last for thousands of years without fading. The purpose of our trip is to find and bring back this ore and successfully make Chinese painting pigments that can be passed down for thousands of years."
…It’s really troublesome.
Several people were speechless.
Looking at the time, it's just one o'clock in the afternoon, but because the weather is bad and gloomy, it feels like it's approaching dusk.
Boarding the helicopter, the huge roar of the propeller was heard as it headed towards the island.
Xu Qiao looked out the window.
The sea below was exceptionally calm, without even a wave.
"It might rain heavily." Xu Qiao frowned.
The production crew consoled them, "Don't worry. We consulted the weather bureau before recording the show, and they said it would rain lightly in the next few days."
Fan Menghua looked down and asked in confusion: "The sea is quite calm, and there doesn't seem to be any wind or waves."
Xu Qiao retracted his gaze and explained: "Controlled by low pressure, the air is stable and there is no wind, so it seems calm."
233 Teacher Xu teaches junior high school geography knowledge online
This day doesn't look very good.
The Meteorological Bureau said that light rain shouldn’t affect the filming, right
The island chosen by the program team has lush vegetation. The staff had checked it out earlier and confirmed that there were no large threatening animals.
There are no conditions for helicopter landing on the island. The helicopter hovered at a low altitude, and the wind and waves bent the vegetation underneath.
The staff lowered the rope ladder, fastened safety ropes to several guests, and they went down the ladder one by one.
The audience in the live broadcast room were terrified. Ying Wenlin and the others were still relatively young, so it was okay for them to climb up and down like this. But old man Yu Feipeng was not young anymore. Could he withstand such a tossing of the matter by you
Fortunately, the old man was in good health and had adequate safety precautions, so he came down the rope ladder smoothly.
Several of them left, leaving only Xu Qiao and Xu Siyi at the end.
The staff fastened a safety rope on Xu Qiao. He looked up and wanted to say thank you, but the staff kept his head down.
Taking his eyes off his face, Xu Qiao went down the rope ladder. Just after taking two steps, a strong wind came, and the rope ladder swayed. His feet slipped and he almost lost his grip.
Xu Siyi looked down and saw that the safety rope on Xu Qiao had loosened, and his pupils shrank.