The night before, Yu Qinghuan and Zhao Qingyuan agreed to meet at the airport one hour earlier.
But the next day, Yu Qinghuan waited and waited in the lounge, but he didn't see him coming, and he didn't reply to messages.
Seeing that the flight attendant had come to remind him to board the plane, it would be too late if he didn't come. Yu Qinghuan took out his phone, and just as he was about to call him, Zhao Qingyuan rushed in with a stern cover.
His agent and assistant followed, running with sweat all over their faces.
"Fuck," Zhao Qingyuan couldn't help but swear when he saw Yu Qinghuan, and while speeding up to the boarding gate, he complained: "Those paparazzi are everywhere! I can meet them on the highway. They! Originally wanted to change lanes to avoid it, but who knew that it happened to be in a traffic jam."
Having said that, he took off the sunglasses and mask on his face, and glanced at the refreshing Yu Qinghuan with some doubts, "Qinghuan, why do I feel so wrong, it stands to reason that you are in the red now, how come you never No paparazzi follow you?"
Yu Qinghuan was startled by his question, and was a little puzzled.
Strange to say, since he entered the circle, no one has followed him.
He lives in the company's apartment now, and it's impossible for the paparazzi to find the address, so why
"Probably lucky?" Seeing that he couldn't say anything, Zhao Qingyuan smiled and said something casually.
"Maybe." Yu Qinghuan frowned, pressing the question to the bottom of his heart.
Zhao Qingyuan ran all the way, and was exhausted. After boarding the plane, there was no noise for the first time. After saying hello to Yu Qinghuan, he covered the blanket and lay down and fell asleep, snoring all the way. When he got off the plane, Yu Qinghuan managed to pull him off the sofa bed.
The program crew had already arrived in Haicheng, and the two got off the plane, but before they could react, the director smiled and pretended to turn on the camera. Zhao Qingyuan was so frightened that she quickly hid behind Yu Qinghuan, and took a while to get out before she dared to come out.
"I lied to you, the real shooting will take place after arriving at the shooting location." The director pretended not to see Zhao Qingyuan's angry eyes, and continued: "You are already familiar with the script, the theme of this issue is to experience rural life. Etc. After a while, everyone will be ready, so let's go."
There are four guests in each issue of "Youth Be High". Now that two of them are here, there are still two more.
Zhao Qingyuan was curious, and immediately forgot the hatred just now. She leaned over to the director and asked, "Who are the other two?"
"One is Tong Qin," this time, the director didn't tease him again, and replied truthfully: "It's the school girl of the drama academy who just entered the circle this year, and the other..."
He smiled and said, "You and Qing Huan both know Wang Chengcheng, the heroine of "Life and Death"."
"She's there too?" Zhao Qingyuan was startled at first, and immediately turned black. His assistant shuddered in fright and quickly took a step back.
"Qing Yuan!" Yu Qinghuan called him with a frown, stretched out his hand and dragged him aside, "Anyway, you should restrain yourself."
This person's character is obviously very good, kind, loyal to friends, and serious in work, but he can't hide his emotions, just like just now, something in his heart immediately showed on his face.
What I knew was that he hated Wang Chengcheng, but what I didn't know, I thought he was playing a big game.
Zhao Qingyuan also understood that his reaction was a little too extreme. He scratched his hair and said to Yu Qinghuan irritably: "Why is there her everywhere! I'm so annoying to her! Posted it, Tian Tian said she was my Bai Yueguang! It's disgusting to kill me! Damn, she dares to hype me again this time, I can't kill her!"
"Okay, calm down," Yu Qinghuan patted him on the back, "just avoid her then."
"You don't know! That woman is like candy!" Zhao Qingyuan took out her mobile phone, opened the search page, and handed it to Yu Qinghuan, "Look at her manuscript, all the actors who have worked with her will be There's no reason not to be attracted to her! How can you say she has such a big face!"
"It's useless for you to be angry," Yu Qinghuan persuaded him: "You can't quit the show now, okay, hurry up and clean up your expression, someone is coming over there."
Zhao Qingyuan also knew that now was not the time to be self-willed, so he could only sigh and reluctantly followed behind Yu Qinghuan.
Wang Chengcheng and Tong Qin came together, she was still so beautiful, walking with the somewhat restrained Tong Qin, she looked extraordinarily temperamental.
She said hello to the show crew first, then turned to Zhao Qingyuan with a smile, as if she wanted to chat with him. Unexpectedly, after working together for so long, Zhao Qingyuan still didn't give her any face, didn't even look at her, turned her head and left.
"Maybe Brother Zhao is in a hurry." She didn't feel embarrassed, she nodded to Yu Qinghuan, and boarded the bus arranged by the program team with a light smile and graceful steps.
Looking at Zhao Qingyuan, his heart was full of anger, and his face was calm all the way.
This program group seems to be very interesting. The last episode of Poor Tour made the guests tossed enough, and this episode even set the shooting location in a remote small mountain village.
The guests not only have to stay here for three days, but also help the villagers to cultivate the land, and even have to eat by themselves.
This village is very closed. There is only a narrow road leading to the county seat. The main means of transportation in the village is bicycles. Only people with better conditions will have motorcycles.
It was at the beginning of May that every household had accumulated a pile of cow dung at the gate, covered with a layer of plastic, waiting for the cow dung to ferment and then pour it into the ground as fertilizer.
The odor wafting in the air was so unpleasant that even someone like Wang Chengcheng who paid special attention to maintaining his image all the time couldn't help covering his nose in front of people.
"My mother," Zhao Qingyuan grew up so big and has never been to such a place. When he stepped on the second lump of cow dung, he finally couldn't help jumping up, "I'm going to die, I'm going to die! Now quit the show Isn't it too late?!"
He looked at his feet in horror, as if he wanted to chop them off and throw them out.
"The eyes are for breathing?" Yu Qinghuan threw him a pack of tissues in disgust, and hurried away from him.
"I don't wipe it." Zhao Qingyuan retched twice, and walked forward with an awkward posture on his feet, like an ancient woman with small feet, "When I get to my place to live, I will throw these shoes away!"
However, when he saw the house they were about to move into, he swallowed his rhetoric.
"We're going to live here?" He stared at the adobe house in disbelief with wide eyes, "This, this can't sleep and collapse?"
"Don't worry, it won't collapse." At this time, the director hung up his standard smirk again and said with a smile: "A small single-family house with a yard, rounded up is considered a villa."
Yu Qinghuan supported his forehead, because of his calmness, he also felt that the director was too shameless, not to mention Zhao Qingyuan. But he somehow remembered that he had already entered the shooting, and he endured and endured so that he did not jump up again.
The director added: "There are two kangs in this house, Cheng Cheng and Qinqin live on the east side, and you two live on the west side. I'll have someone bring the ingredients and tableware over later. As for whether we can eat or not, it depends. Your own."
Zhao Qingyuan just wanted to look up to the sky and mourn, but suddenly his eyes lit up and he turned to Yu Qinghuan: "It's okay! Qinghuan can cook!"
"Huh?" The director looked over in amazement, and then jokingly said to the photographer, "Then you should give Qing Huan more shots later."
In my heart, I was a little disapproving. I am afraid that Zhao Qingyuan said that he could cook, and it was the level of cooking instant noodles.
The four of them got together in pairs and entered their own rooms respectively. After entering the door, they realized how frantic the show crew was.
Although this house is not so leaky, it is full of dust, and there are even a lot of spider webs on the roof. It looks like no one has lived in it for a long time.
"I choose to die—" Zhao Qingyuan stood in the center of the ground with his eyes straight, almost crying. He has only participated in a variety show for many years.
"Clean up the house before you die." Yu Qinghuan walked away from him, found a plastic basin on the ground, picked it up and said, "You find a rag, I'll fetch water first."
Zhao Qingyuan nodded with a bitter face, covered his nose and began to rummage around.
The program team was a little bit human, and filled the tank with water in advance. Yu Qinghuan scooped up half a basin of water, and just about to go back, he ran into Wang Chengcheng. He politely greeted him and pushed the door into the Westinghouse.
"Qing Huan!" Zhao Qingyuan heard the sound, holding a small flower pot in his hand, "Come here, give me some water, and I will water this cactus."
Before Yu Qinghuan could speak, he cautiously dipped the water with the palm of his hand, sprinkled it into the flowerpot, and said, "I found it on the kangtou, this little thing is quite tenacious, and it's still so green after I don't know how long it has been watered. ."
No matter when, green life can always give people hope, especially after Zhao Qingyuan suffered such a series of blows. He held up the pot of cactus and said to Yu Qinghuan with great interest, "We'll put it on the window sill when it's all cleaned up, how festive it looks."
"Qing Huan, what do you think?"
"Not so good," Yu Qinghuan gave him a complicated look, "Qing Yuan, didn't you realize that this cactus is fake?"
"Huh?" Zhao Qingyuan was dumbfounded.
Zhao Qingyuan, who was deeply hit, didn't dare to speak any more, and she cleaned up the house with Yu Qinghuan with a bleak back, and the director watching it was overjoyed. On the side, he said: "This joke must be preserved!"
As for Zhao Qingyuan's image, the director said that it has nothing to do with him.
After two full hours of cleaning, the house was barely able to live in. It's just that before they could rest, the director sent a lot of things.
"You help me make the fire," Yu Qinghuan washed his hands, walked to the stove and said to Zhao Qingyuan, "I'll cook."
In terms of food, the show team is quite conscientious. Among the ingredients delivered were not only cabbage, peppers, potatoes, and even a piece of excellent pork belly, Yu Qinghuan knew what to cook at a glance.
"I... I can't." Zhao Qingyuan stared straight at the stove, not knowing where to start.
Yu Qinghuan was helpless, so he could only pick up the firewood and stuff it into the stove. It took the boss's efforts to lure it, and then he got up and gave way to Zhao Qingyuan, "Come and watch, don't let the fire fall outside."
The job was simple, Zhao Qingyuan immediately agreed, and obediently moved a small bench to sit in front of the stove, staring at the flaming flames inside.
While Yu Qinghuan was washing the dishes, Wang Chengcheng and Tong Qin also came out. Seeing that they had already started cooking, they said in surprise, "You actually know how to cook?"
No wonder the two of them were surprised, even their scalps felt numb when they heard the cooking, and they were completely holding on at the moment, let alone these two big men.
"A little." Yu Qinghuan fished out the washed vegetables, peeled the potatoes, and said, "Do I need to bring your portion?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Chengcheng immediately shook his head and said with a tender smile, "No need, thank you Qinghuan, we can also cook."
Now many stars are starting to sell down-to-earth personas. Wang Chengcheng has always taken the affinity route, and naturally he will not pass the opportunity to perform to Yu Qinghuan at this time. After declining, he immediately turned to the other side of the stove and instructed Tong Qin to start cooking.
Yu Qinghuan plans to make a chili fried pork, a hot and sour shredded potato, and a small cabbage and pork belly soup. Coincidentally, after asking him, Wang Chengcheng also decided to cook the same dish as him.
Taking advantage of the time to pick up firewood, Zhao Qingyuan leaned into Yu Qinghuan's ear and said dissatisfiedly, "Why did you tell her what you did? She must want to be as disgusting as you on purpose! Pooh!"
Yu Qinghuan stuffed a bundle of firewood into his hand and said with a half-smile, "You'll find out later."
This kind of northern stove, Yu Qinghuan had come into contact with a lot during filming in his previous life, so it was easy to use. Soon, under the dumbfounded gaze of the show crew, he skillfully cooked three dishes.
The chili fried pork is filled with bean paste, which is fragrant and delicious. The hot and sour potato shreds are uniform in thickness, bright in color and excellent in appearance. The cabbage soup is tender and green, and looks particularly refreshing.
"Director, Director," the staff swallowed a big mouthful of water, staring at the three dishes like a hungry wolf, "Can we go grab a meal?"
Although they are all ordinary home-cooked dishes, Qing Huan's cooking is really delicious! ! !
Even give them a taste! !
"Let's go," the director wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and scolded, "Just order food like that, how can you get enough for you wolves!"
All right. The staff bowed their heads woefully, and was about to ask the director how they were eating, when they saw the director, who had just said justly, had walked over to Yu Qinghuan with a drooling face—
"That... Qing Huan, I haven't eaten yet, see if you can... "
staff member:"… "
In stark contrast to Yu Qinghuan and the others, it is Wang Chengcheng and Tong Qin. Wang Chengcheng's cooking skills are not proficient at all, and this is the first time that he has used this kind of stove that requires manual fire.
Especially when frying chili peppers, because the fire under the stove was too intense, the spiciness surged instantly, causing Wang Chengcheng to throw away the spatula in his hand and ran out quickly.
Not only does Tong Qin not know how to cook, but she also focuses on Wang Chengcheng everywhere. This child is honest. Wang Chengcheng said that she would not let her do it, but she really didn't do it at all. So, when Wang Chengcheng came back again, the contents of the pot had become a pile of coke, which was terrible.
"Hahahahaha! It's so cool!" When washing his hands, looking at the camera to take pictures of Wang Chengcheng and the others, Zhao Qingyuan couldn't help laughing up to the sky, "It's finally a bad breath! admit!"
"Now you know why I told her the menu?" Yu Qinghuan slowly wiped his hands and smiled.
Zhao Qingyuan was stunned for a moment, then quietly gave him a thumbs up, "High!"
On the other side, the Huo family was standing at the door of Huo Qu's room, looking at the books and materials all over the floor with a confused look, "San'er, what are you doing?"
Why are these things thrown out all of a sudden? Could it be that the third child of their family wants to change rooms
"I'm going to find Qing Huan." Huo Qu said without raising his head, and continued to organize his precious books.
"You wouldn't be able to hold these things when looking for Qinghuan?" Huo Rong said suspiciously, "Yu Qinghuan doesn't need them."
"I want to live with Qing Huan," he paused and added, "I have to stay at home and wait for him to come back."
"This... why?" The Hoffman asked subconsciously, confused by what he said.
Huo Rong secretly screamed, and just as he was about to rush over to cover his mouth, he heard Huo Qu say seriously and firmly: "Because I like him, I like him so much."
Yu Qinghuan always thought that when he and Huo Qu were together, they were destined to bear a little more burden. That's why he was anxious to pave the way for the future alone, and let Huo Qu just walk down this road smoothly.
But in fact, it is not so.
His Huo Qu may never be as domineering and understanding as other people's boyfriends. He doesn't understand the world at all, doesn't know how to communicate with ordinary people, and doesn't even know the place where he has lived for more than 20 years.
But that person would wait until midnight for a phone call from him, cry for his sadness, overcome his inborn deficiencies, knock on his door on a cold winter night covered in injuries, and bring ordinary people with him Without the courage, he expressed his feelings for him loudly and candidly to his family.
From the cry he shouted in his previous life, from the first time he led him across the road, Huo Qu had already held the future of the two with indomitable courage and determination.