[Crackling: It seems like we are a little too familiar with each other (dog head)]
[Xiaogua: Isn’t the person above too sensitive? It’s just a conversation, how can you casually define someone as a tea lover or not?]
[Qingqing Grassland: People who know Qingqing know that Fairy Qingqing is famous for her sweetness and politeness. She just said "brother" casually. We are young people, so there is no need to be so serious, right? Just a casual word is tea? ]
[Kazhicui: The problem is not the word "brother", I just think it looks a bit... (dog head) when paired with Meng Qingqing's expression]
…
Meng Yao has already withdrawn her gaze.
It seems that this journey will not be too simple, nor too boring.
Perhaps Meng Qingqing can help improve the excitement of the plot.
Thinking of this, she unscrewed the drink sponsored by the brand on the table and took a sip.
It tastes like green plum, sweet with a slight sourness. It tastes good, but not as good as freshly squeezed ones.
Meng Yao put down the drink in her hand and rubbed her temples irritably. Only later did she realize how outrageous her thoughts had gone astray.
"Senior Meng Yao, I heard that you have been busy filming a TV series recently. Is everything going well?"
His voice was rather cold, with the innocence of a young man.
Meng Yao came back to her senses and smiled at Han Mei: "Not bad, the progress is quite fast, I think it won't take too long to finish."
After spending a few episodes together, Meng Yao discovered that Han Mei was not as cold as she first saw him, and he would often chat with her.
In general, he should be considered a slow-warm-up type.
Han Mei thought about it and nodded: "It sounds good."
Meng Yao had no interest in listening to the tour guide's long speech expressing his feelings, so she chatted with Han Mei for a while longer.
"I heard from Jie Shu that you guys will be touring the country soon. You should be very busy, right?"
"Jie Shu?" His expression changed slightly.
Meng Yao also asked in confusion: "Is there any problem?"
"No problem." His expression returned to normal, but his tone was a little absent-minded: "Indeed, there is such an arrangement. It is scheduled for the beginning of May."
Meng Yao nodded upon hearing this: "By then, this variety show will be over, and you can spare more time to pursue your music career."
She learned that Han Mei's participation in the program was arranged by the company, and it was not an exaggeration to say that he was semi-forced. He himself was not interested in variety shows at all, and his favorite things were singing and playing musical instruments.
Han Mei responded sullenly, not feeling as comfortable as she had expected.
Han Mei paused: "…Senior and Jie Shu have a good relationship?"
Meng Yao looked at him in confusion: "We are on the same set and often meet each other."
“Oh…” Han Mei responded and then said nothing more.
“… Our guests No. 4 and No. 5 seem to be chatting happily. How are the drinks? Dear guest No. 4.”
Tour guides often use initial numbers when addressing guests. Meng Yao is guest number four and Han Mei is guest number five.
As the tour guide looked over, Meng Yao had an inexplicable feeling as if she had been caught by her teacher at school.
She slowly raised the drink in her hand: "It tastes really good, you can also try this drink."
The tour guide raised the drink in his hand with a smile, clinked glasses with Meng Yao, and skillfully said a set of advertising slogans: "Our Xueyang fruity water..."
Hearing Meng Qingqing asking him, Li Jin was delighted. He was about to answer but lowered his voice because he thought of something: "This... Meng Yao is quite capable in this variety show. Not to mention Jia Min and that cold boy, even the always arrogant Yang Jia is indescribably respectful to Meng Yao."
Li Jin's voice was so weak that it sounded like the howling of an insect, so Meng Qingqing had to move closer.
From Li Jin's suddenly lowered voice, Meng Qingqing naturally understood that Li Jin was afraid of Meng Yao. Even if it was not fear, at least he was wary.
Combined with what Li Jin said, Meng Qingqing had already made some considerations in her mind. She smiled calmly, still endearing: "Thank you, Brother Li Jin."
"Why do you call me by my name..."
Suddenly the tour guide's voice sounded, interrupting Li Jin's words.
"To commemorate our next journey, let's have a drink together!"
All the guests stood up and raised the drinks in front of them.
Li Jin could only stand up and suppress his dissatisfaction.
He comforted himself that even though a name was added, at least the word "brother" was still there and it still sounded pleasant.
"Let us commemorate the last journey together!" Zhang Jiamin started the chant, and the others followed suit.
"That's all for the reunion. All guests, please pack your luggage. We are about to head to our destination—"
Following the tour guide's order, Meng Yao quickly picked up her backpack.
Han Mei held the silver-gray suitcase in his hand and asked, "Senior, do you need me to help you with your luggage?"
“No, no.” Meng Yao waved her hand to refuse: “I only have this backpack in my hand, I can carry it myself.”
Following the tour guide to the bus stop, Meng Yao narrowed her eyes slightly.
It wasn't a plane, it was a bus.
Other guests arrived one after another.
A guest raised a question, and Zhang Jiamin asked: "Why did you change to taking the bus this time?"
The tour guide was holding a parasol with a black handle and the same colorful body as his outfit, which looked strange yet inexplicably coordinated with the surroundings.
The movements of his hands seemed limp and powerless, and the parasol tilted slightly.
He smiled and said, "You must be tired of flying, right? It's nice to have a new experience once in a while."
Yang Jia said, "We always took a plane to go to remote places before. The reason for taking a bus this time is... because the destination is closer, right? At least closer than before, right?" Her eyes suddenly lit up: "Does this mean that the difficulty of our mission this time will be reduced?"
Zhang Jiamin also echoed: "If you analyze it this way... it is indeed correct."
The tour guide's expression remained unchanged, and his thick eyelashes blinked twice: "Taking a bus does not mean the destination is close, and being close does not necessarily mean that the difficulty is low. It is better to keep the doubts in your heart. When you arrive at the destination, you will naturally understand everything."
His words were like an attempt to smooth things over, and Yang Jia really didn't know how to refute them.
[Be happy every day: I always say this: the production team is such a jerk!!]
[Makabaka: The production team is such a jerk!!]
[Da Congming: The tour guide's words are mixed with truth and lies. Sometimes it's really hard to get information out of him.]
[Smiley face: I agree with the above!]
(End of this chapter)