Compared with the clothes, Lu Wen was more curious about the appearance of the popular little fresh meat. After a few steps, he looked at him. Despite the half of his face covered by sunglasses and bangs, Jin Yanyu was still called a handsome guy.
The skin is fair, but not as white as the fan's picture, with a high nose bridge, a photogenic slapped face, smooth facial contours, and a beautiful chin that makes Lu Wen feel familiar.
Suddenly, Jin Yanyu said, "What are you looking at?"
The voice is nice and the accent is very drawn.
Lu Wen took the initiative to approach, stretched out his right hand and said, "Hi, I'm Lu Wen."
Jin Yanyu shook his hand, strictly speaking, he touched Lu Wen's finger, and said, "Let me go, I'm going to the bathroom."
Lu Wen quickly moved away, otherwise he was afraid that the scene would get out of control due to anger, and just moved half a step away, Jin Yanyu brushed his shoulders and walked away expressionlessly.
Returning to the nanny's car, the others went to drink, only Sun Xiaojian was left in the car, no one else, Lu Wen complained, "I met Jin Yanyu just now."
"Really?" Sun Xiaojian asked, "Did you say hello?"
Lu Wen snorted coldly: "It's hit."
Seeing his virtue, Sun Xiaojian knew it clearly: "Isn't he a big name? He's a popular fried chicken. Hey, how is he really?"
Lu Wen said truthfully: "It looks good, not much different from the photo."
"Nonsense, ugly looks can be used as traffic?" Sun Xiaojian was thoughtful, "Do you think that Jin Yanyu's face looks like a person..."
Lu Wen echoed: "Yes, yes, yes, I also feel familiar."
Sun Xiaojian pondered for a while: "I know... Like Qu Bian?"
Lu Wen was enlightened, and the face shape was indeed somewhat similar. He agreed intellectually, but was unwilling to accept it emotionally: "It doesn't look like it, the facial features are far worse, okay?"
Sun Xiaojian thinks it's exaggerating: "It's not too far behind, but if Qu Bian is seven or eight years younger and becomes a star, he will definitely be a traffic niche."
Lu Wen: "Hmm."
Sun Xiaojian got further and further away: "Does Qu Bian have a girlfriend? In the future, she will marry and have a daughter. The daughter will follow her father. She is definitely the embryo of a beauty."
Lu Wen couldn't say "um", and couldn't help but describe, the little girl with a pair of phoenix eyes, Qu Yanting's daughter... But who does Qu Yanting fall in love with, who is he in love with, and who will he marry to produce the crystallization of love
Lu Wen clenched his hands, and just because of Sun Xiaojian's unintentional guess, his nerves were twitched violently, and he twisted into a tight rope as if he was facing a big enemy.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the car window.
Loosening his fingers, Lu Wen wiped his face, smoothed the frowning brows and forehead, and put on a decent mask. The car door opened, and he took a leisurely look at the unfamiliar faces outside the car.
Sun Xiaojian asked: "You are?"
"Hello." The other party introduced himself, "I am Mr. Jin's assistant."
Sun Xiaojian smiled: "Oh, hello, what's the matter?"
The assistant said: "Mr. Jin doesn't like bumping shirts, I hope Mr. Lu can change into a coat."
It was too straightforward, almost an order, Lu Wen twitched his lips strangely, after all, Lu Zhanqing never interfered with his dressing. Pulling away the bewildered Sun Xiaojian, he said, "I've already been on camera before departure, is there any need to change it?"
The assistant said: "That was filmed separately, and we will be in the same frame in Guzhen."
Lu Wendao: "Same frame and same style, the best of both worlds."
Probably did not expect the 18th line to be so stubborn, the assistant asked: "I hope I can cooperate."
Lu Wen asked: "I cooperated this time, will he cooperate next time?"
The assistant handed over a business card of the team's stylist, and said, "The stylists of both parties can contact, and they will inform you of Mr. Jin's collocation in advance, so as to avoid today's situation from happening again."
"How to tell?" Lu Wen said, "Is it okay to post photos, it's more intuitive."
The assistant considered for two seconds: "Yes."
Lu Wenqing waited for this sentence, and said: "Remember to post it after finishing the repair, I will be disillusioned after seeing him in real life!"
Sun Xiaojian hurriedly smoothed things over, took the business card, and humbly agreed, and when the ugly assistant left, Lu Wen immediately scolded: "Fuck/his uncle!"
"Be civilized..."
"Civilized fart, bullying too much, I think Jin has a guilty conscience, whoever is short has a guilty conscience, and whoever has short legs has a guilty conscience!"
Lu Wen scolded all at once, and felt much more comfortable. After scolding, he felt stabbed all over, and wrapped himself up by grabbing the front of his coat. Sun Xiaojian asked in embarrassment, "Then... can I change it?"
Lu Wen said: "Why change? I don't fear him, he is a hammer."
Sun Xiaojian said: "Didn't Editor Qu tell you not to provoke Jin Yanyu?"
"It's him bullying me." Lu Wen turned his head, "Besides, my dad doesn't let me pretend to be a grandson outside. My dad and... and the teacher have to listen to my dad first, right?"
Sun Xiaojian couldn't help it, if the other party communicated well, the ancestor's carefree personality might agree, but once he greeted against Mao, it would be completely lost.
Resting in the service area for a quarter of an hour, the program team went on the road again, left the expressway, circled along the Panshan Highway, and arrived at the ancient town of Lanshui where the filming took place.
There are contiguous houses among the beautiful mountains and rivers. After a little rain, the roof tiles and bricks are covered with water. Lu Wen holds a folded black umbrella, and the tip of the umbrella knocks on the ground with the rhythm of the soles of his boots.
Jin Yanyu got off from the car in front and took off his sunglasses. Seeing that Lu Wen hadn't changed, he was obviously taken aback for a moment, and then showed a displeased expression.
Lu Wen held the Ku Ge avatar and pretended not to see it.
All the guests gathered together, Xu Youke is no different from the ones on TV, fat, serious and humorous; Yi Chuan has the appearance and figure of Yu Jie, but has a sweet personality and speaks with a waxy Fujian accent; Tu Ying, thirty-nine years old, Ling The glamorous style that people can't ignore has a good record on the screen. This is the first time to participate in a reality show.
The five guests were divided into two groups and decided by lottery. Lu Wen and Jin Yanyu were narrowly divided into one group.
They were looking for an old master named Cao Lanxu. The ancient town was not big, and the two of them walked slowly, with the camera following behind. Lu Wen lowered his voice: "Why is it so small, I just happen to be in the same group as you."
Jin Yanyu rolled his eyes. He had already spoken to the program team: "Do you really think it's a lottery? I asked for it. I must be in the same group as you."
Lu Wen was shocked: "Are you sick?"
Jin Yanyu turned his face to the camera and smiled brightly, then turned back: "I want to avoid suspicion with the female guests. You don't have fans, so you may not be able to understand. As for Xu Youke, he is a senior, and I have to respect him."
"Damn." Lu Wen also grinned at the camera, "So I'm unlucky?"
Jin Yanyu said: "You are so fuzzy, it doesn't matter if the camera cuts out." He hooked Lu Wen's arm and touched the cuff button, "It's really exquisite, wear it well."
Lu Wen pulled out his hand neatly, hooked Jin Yanyu's shoulder, and said affectionately: "I am dressed handsomely? Look at my legs, are they long? You falsely reported your height, maybe you can't understand it."
Jin Yanyu was so angry that his face turned white and green.
The two secretly choked all the way, and found Cao Lanxu's house. They were silent in front of the door, with the plaque of "Cao's house" engraved on it, and the spacious courtyard inside the door, it was obviously a big family.
The Chinese-style door with a copper ring opened, and an old man in Tang suit appeared, lean and dark, with tinkling silver bracelets on both hands. It was the traditional silver craftsman, Cao Lanxu.
Lu Wen muttered: "I feel quite rich."
Jin Yanyu muttered: "There is no need for charity support."
The two walked up the steps, and the program team had communicated in advance. They exchanged greetings according to the script and asked a teacher. It should be fine.
Cao Lanxu was unsmiling, with the majesty of a craftsman, before they even opened their mouths, he said, "Are you brothers?"
It was all caused by the clothes, Lu Wen and Jin Yanyu quickly cleared it up, and the two opened their mouths to create an effect of chattering: "My surname is Lu, and there is a word for each word—Jin Yanyu, rocky rock—call me Xiaolu成—what is given.”
"Okay, I can't remember." Cao Lanxu glanced at their coats of the same style, "The tall one is called Big Hui, and the short one is called Xiao Hui."
Lu Wen: "..."
Jin Yanyu: "..."
Finally entered the gate, the first floor is equivalent to Cao Lanxu's workshop, and the rooms on the second floor are occupied. Dusk came as promised, and the purple light shone in the yard, painting a layer of gold on the wooden structure of the house.
The bedroom is cramped but tidy. There is no heating or air conditioning, and the camera is installed in the corner. Lu Wen pushed the three boxes aside and fell headfirst on the soft new bedding.
The first day ended hastily, and when it got dark, the unfamiliar environment seemed particularly deserted.
Lu Wen took a shower, huddled under the blanket so cold that his teeth chattered, turned off the lights, thinking about a big villa, homesickness, three little girls, sister Lingling, even Lu Zhanqing.
When he only thought of one person, he turned sideways and slowly closed the quilt tightly.
The phone screen lit up, Lu Wen opened it, and there was an unread QQ message.
Social horror writer: Are you there
Unlucky Little Singer: Yes, just say it.
Socially afraid young writer: I have encountered some difficulties in the story I wrote, and I would like to ask for your advice.
Unlucky Little Singer: I'm afraid I don't understand uh...
Socially afraid of young writers: I need to collect stories from the field.
Lu Wen understood that the other party was afraid of dealing with people in the process of collecting folk songs. He replied: I think you can try it and overcome it. At worst, you will go home halfway.
After a few minutes, the little social fear writer: OK, I'll think about it again.
Unlucky little singer: Well, come on.
Social Fear Writer: How are you
Unlucky little singer: I'm on a business trip, and I don't even have internet access, so I use traffic.
Social Fear Young Writer: Are you okay
Unlucky little singer: It's okay, but there is a big idiot among my colleagues.
Social horror writer: Ha.
Lu Wen covered the quilt and was happy. As expected of social terror, Hadu only said one word. During the pause, he flipped through the chat records with the little writer.
Perhaps a little presumptuously, he asked: Writer, are you married
A few minutes later, the social fear writer replied: single.
Lu Wen deliberated and pressed the keyboard, and edited a long paragraph: I have a friend who was traumatized and suffered for many years. Finally, with the help and company of his lover, he really got better. Maybe you can also find a partner who can be face to face, accompany you when you are afraid, and share any intimate things, that will be more powerful than a hundred volunteers across the Internet.
The light on the screen was slightly dazzling, Lu Wen pressed send, and the minutes and seconds waiting for the reply became long.
After a long time, the little social fear writer replied: I am not so lucky.
Lu Wen hung his fingertips, not knowing how to proceed.
But the other party had already gently covered up his helplessness and sorrow, shifted the conversation, and asked him: What about you
Lu Wen was lying on an unfamiliar bed, in a foreign land, facing a friend he had never met. Those heart rate accelerations, those haste, those mood swings, those weak tongues in ridicule... all rushed up, as if they were roaring in the ears.
He secretly, vaguely, and stiffly typed a line—
I seem to like someone.