Today, only No. 2 and No. 7 have not been drawn away.
The layout area of Room 2 is only second to that of Room 1. Although it is not as luxurious and convenient as Room 1, it is comfortable and spacious, and it is not a villa.
However, the location of Room 2 is in the village, and there is no need to climb mountains. It is also very convenient when gathering to do tasks.
So, in a way, Room 2 is better than Room 1.
Now, only the 2nd and 7th are missing.
Either live in the best house, or live in the worst, worst and smelliest house.
Success or failure is here.
Han Qin was not calm for an instant.
At the beginning, the gentle smile on his face gradually faded away, but now, because of nervousness and worry, his always warm eyebrows and eyes showed a little aggressive sharpness.
He didn't dare to leave his residence for the next few days to others to choose.
He was afraid that after someone else chose, the only lot left would be No. 7.
He was going to take a gamble and take a chance.
He has always been very lucky, and he should draw number 2!
Do not!
He will definitely draw number 2!
He can only succeed, not fail!
The dilapidated house on No. 7 is only worthy of living in rural areas like Liu Jia!
Moreover, Liu Jia will take his son back to his hometown in the countryside every year during the Chinese New Year.
He and his son should have been used to living in a crappy house like No. 7, and it would be perfect for them to live in now!
If it's not theirs, they shouldn't think about it!
Room 2 can only belong to him, Han Qin.
"Hey, there are only two lottery left now. Should I not draw with you?"
Han Qin glanced at the opening of the small lottery cylinder, and there were two lottery sticks standing upright inside. He smiled and said to Liu Jia, "It's getting late, let's finish drawing quickly, and go find our own houses."
As Han Qin spoke, he took advantage of the situation and stretched out his hand towards the lottery tube.
His movements were too natural, and his tone was so calm and gentle that the program team didn't react for a while.
When he realized it, he could only watch helplessly. The lottery that was supposed to be drawn by the children was drawn by the adult Han Qin.
"Hey, that, Brother Han..."
Seeing this, Liu Jia felt that it was not good to violate the regulations, and wanted to step forward to stop it.
But seeing that Han Qin had drawn all the draws, it was too late to stop him, so he couldn't say anything more, so he shut his mouth immediately, went over, and drew out the remaining lot—
Seeing that his father had finished drawing lots, Xiao Hanmo pursed his bright red mouth, did not dare to make a sound, but only opened his dark and clear eyes, looking at the lottery in his hand expectantly.
In fact, he prefers the house on the 7th to the house on the 2nd.
There are pigs, cows, and horses that he has never seen before. It must be very interesting to live in it.
Little Han Mo actually doesn't want to be like his father. He doesn't like to be exposed to so many people's eyes, and he doesn't like to be watched by so many people, and he doesn't like so many audiences, like watching monkeys , looking at him through the lens.
Under the camera, he wants to laugh out loud, but he can't, he wants to cry, but he can't, because the audience will think too much, and his father won't like it.
He can't talk too much, because his father is afraid that he will be hated by the audience if he says the wrong thing for the first time on the show, and his father will also be hated by the audience.
In his father's eyes, it seems that fans are everything, and in everything he does, he must first think about whether the fans behind the camera will hate him or not.
In short, under the camera, many things cannot be done. Not long after the program was recorded, Han Mo became a little annoyed.
He doesn't like to be on the show, he prefers to be quiet, like his little uncle, who eats and lives in the mountains, studies all kinds of small animals when he has nothing to do, no matter how dirty or smelly the environment is, dealing with animals, yes It may also be dangerous in itself.
That's okay, he just loves animals.
If he can live in room 7 and play with horses, pigs, and cows, that will be his greatest pleasure on this show.
But Dad didn't like it.
Although Xiao Hanmo wanted to live, he didn't dare to say it. He could only stare at the lottery, hoping that it would be No. 2, but he didn't want it to be No. 2.
Han Qinxiu held the stick tightly with his long fingers, but didn't take it apart immediately.
He is not a person who believes in ghosts and gods, but at this moment, he kept praying and begging in his heart: it must be number 2, it must be number 2, it can only be number 2!
Let him live in Room 7 and sleep with pigs, cows, and horses, it would be better to let him die!
Although the pigs are kept in a pigsty, the horses have a stable, and the cows have a stable, they are all located so close to the grass houses where the people live. It is not an exaggeration to say that they sleep together.
Moreover, the smell of feces is everywhere, and it is still a big problem to sleep at night!
Han Qin prayed several times in his heart, his breathing became a lot heavier, his eyes were faintly red with anxiety, just when he was about to take it apart and look at the number on the signature, Liu Jia over there exclaimed first One sound:
"No. 2! I actually got No. 2! That's great!"
number 2…
how is this possible!
Han Qintong's eyes shrank tightly, with an unbelievable expression, he instantly turned over the lottery in his hand, opened it, and a blood-red "7" was reflected in the bottom of his collapsed and tightened eyes.
He looked at the sign, couldn't hold it back, his expression was broken, and he murmured in disbelief: "No, it's not true."
"Hey, that, Brother Han..."
Seeing this, Zhou Xiaoxiao came over suddenly.
After Xiao Han Mo knew that his father had drawn No. 7, the corners of his tightly pursed mouth could not help but curl up slightly, his dark eyes lit up a little, obviously, he was very happy.
After being happy, looking at Han Qin with a pale expression, he pursed his lips again, and looked at his father worriedly.
It was also Han Qin's luck. After knowing that Liu Jia had drawn No. 2, the camera shifted to Liu Jiana, and did not capture Han Qin's loss of composure and his unbelievable murmuring breakdown.
Otherwise, the image of a good old man he created in front of Zhou Xiaoxiao and the audience in front of the camera just now, I'm afraid it will be ruined!
But now, Han Qin would rather never say that sentence in front of Zhou Xiaoxiao and the others, "Then Xiao Mo and I will live in Room 7."
Because, Zhou Xiaoxiao came over, and when he saw the No. 7 lottery in Han Qin's hand, he just joked and said with a smile:
"Brother Han, before you always said that you wanted to live in Room 7 with Xiao Mo, and wanted to help us solve our problems, but now it seems that God has really seen your intentions, Brother Han, and actually let you draw No. We dodged a bullet."
What Zhou Xiaoxiao said was a joke, but more of a comfort, trying to liven up the heavy atmosphere.
Her intentions were good, but in Han Qin's ears, it was extremely ironic.
Especially the last sentence "help us avoid disaster".
It didn't sound like a joke, but it sounded like Zhou Xiaoxiao was showing off.
It seems to be saying, fortunately, you, Han Qin, are here to help us escape this disaster, otherwise Room 7 will probably be drawn by us.