Tomorrow night, when Cheng wrote May 3, his writing became more and more broken, and he wrote while crying, looking pitiful and funny. Qi Yi squeezed a handful of toilet paper in her hand, and helped Ming Wancheng to wipe her tears carefully, but no matter how hard she cried, Qi Yi didn't let her go.
Maybe this episode will be broadcast, and many viewers will think she is too much.
However, it never hurts to learn a little more. Ah Cheng has never even attended elementary school. If she keeps making common-sense mistakes in the future, everyone will make fun of her more or less. Even if you don't laugh on the face, you will poke her in the back and mock her for being uneducated. Qi Yi didn't want to see her become the laughing stock of others.
In future shows, tomorrow night Cheng may spit out a few inappropriate idioms because of her ignorance. She is a newcomer, and if this kind of uncultured black spot is added to her body, how can she succeed in the entertainment industry in the future? go down? Now she is forcing Cheng Ming to do his homework in front of the camera. Anyway, she shows the audience to see it, so that everyone can see that Ah Cheng is working hard. In this case, even if Ah Cheng exposes her ignorance when recording the show in the future, she will become her cute point, not a black point.
However, Cheng Ming's head couldn't think of this level, she just felt aggrieved.
She cried so badly that Cen Ziyan and Qing Huan looked at her one after another, with a bit of distress in their eyes.
After all, she's just an eighteen-year-old little sister.
Qing Huan couldn't bear it anymore, after thinking for a long time, she finally came up with a way to save the country with a curve: "I want to go to the toilet, who else wants to go?"
"I want to go," Cen Ziyan answered immediately, and then she glanced at Bai Jinqiu timidly again, "Auntie, can I go?"
Bai Jinqiu nodded lightly.
Qing Huan deliberately touched Ming Wancheng's shoulder, "Acheng, do you want to go to the toilet?"
Tomorrow night Cheng nodded hurriedly: "Go, go!"
With that said, the three of them got up and walked towards the door one after another. Qing Huan blinked at Nanyang: "Go to the toilet."
Nanyang took out a pack of napkins from his pocket, threw it precisely into Qing Huan's arms, and spit out a few words: "The toilet is dirty, wipe more."
"I know." Qing Huan smiled softly.
Nanyang watched her take a few steps, and when she carefully opened the iron door, she couldn't help but add: "Come back quickly."
Even more light smiles: "I know."
Qi Yi watched the three young girls walk out back and forth, huddled in the corridor and looked at them for a while, and closed the door after confirming that there was no danger. She smiled and shook her head. In the school, there are many girls who have to go to the toilet in groups. I didn't expect that when the girls grow up, they still can't get rid of the problem of going to the toilet together.
After the three young ones left, Room 3 instantly became quiet.
Terribly quiet.
Qi Yi looked at the two women who were looking at the notebooks and books with a cold face, and touched his arms.
She should be regarded as the mildest character among the three seniors. After the little girls left, it is best not to let the atmosphere in front of the camera cool down. With this thought in mind, she took the initiative to find a topic: "Mr. Bai, Boss Nan, what are you looking at?"
Bai Jinqiu and Nan Yang raised their heads at the same time.
"Famous book." Bai Jinqiu was expressionless.
"Recipe." Nanyang's expression became lighter.
Qi Yi continued to find topics with difficulty: "Is it good-looking?"
"good."
"improvise."
"O... Then do you want to keep watching?"
"Um."
"Um."
"Then... let's see... "
"… "
"… "
"… "
Qi Yi pushed the gold wire glasses on the bridge of his nose.
After she stopped talking, the air fell silent again.
Qi Yi fought a cold war.
She seems to be able to imagine that this section will be cut into a film, and a bunch of falling dead leaves will be made special effects in the later stage, and then a crow screaming "ah-ah-" will be drawn on the top of the screen, followed by a string of Silent ellipsis.
For some reason, she had the illusion that staying with these two women was even more freezing than the room 2 that was overflowing with dry ice just now. She sat across from them, as if two air conditioners were blowing hard against her.
Qi Yi lowered her head to look at her lesson plan. She was not a talkative person. After two sentences, she gave up the idea of warming up the scene.
Room 3, which was lively and bustling not long ago, was suddenly as cold as an ice cellar.
On the other hand, the atmosphere of the three young girls is quite normal. Cen Ziyan and Qing Huan were friends from the beginning, but Cheng was a familiar friend tomorrow night, and had long been with Cen Ziyan. The three of them chatted and laughed after entering the toilet.
The program team also took into account their need to go to the toilet, so there is no camera in the first compartment, where they can solve their needs. However, going to the toilet was an excuse for them to sneak out. In fact, no one wanted to actually go to the toilet.
So the three simply leaned on the toilet and chatted.
Cheng Cheng sighed tomorrow night: "I really admire you two for marrying two bingtuozi. Boss Nan and Teacher Bai just sat there and didn't speak for a long time. It's terrible."
Qing Huan smiled and said, "How scary can Xiao Yi be? At least we didn't cry like you were bullied."
"Sister didn't bully me!" Cheng hurriedly defended tomorrow night, "I... I can't write the question, it's because I'm stupid, my sister is for my good, she's not bullying me."
Since Cen Ziyan stepped out of Bai Jinqiu's line of sight, her whole person has become brighter, and her smile finally spread to her eyes, "Acheng, you and Teacher Qi... Actually, they are quite a match."
"Just a friend." Tomorrow night Cheng immediately shied away.
Now it's on camera, and everything they say will be recorded. In fact, she didn't care that others put her and Qi Yi together, but she was eager for others to make a pair, but Qi Yi might not be willing. So she can't echo the remarks that match them under the camera.
"Then Ah Cheng, do you have anyone else you like?" Cen Ziyan asked, "Or, you haven't had your first love yet?"
Tomorrow night, Cheng blushed and shook his head.
"A Cheng is still young, stop teasing her," said Qing Huan with a smile, "Speaking of your first love, Ziyan, Teacher Bai should be your first love, right?"
Cen Ziyan's face froze when she heard Bai Jinqiu's name. After a while, she nodded and whispered, "Well... yes."
Cheng took over tomorrow night: "But Teacher Bai is so many years older than you, her first love is probably not you."
"A Cheng." Qing Huan frowned and shook her head at her.
This is so out of place.
"It's better for the two of you, Master." Tomorrow Wancheng sighed with emotion, the ancestors and the master are the only ones in each other's lives, one is a big iceberg that has been frozen for three thousand years, and the other is a hedgehog wrapped in cotton. It is not easy to allow others to look at their hearts. Only after they are close to each other, they begin to let things like love appear in their own world.
Qing Huan didn't think like Tomorrow Night Cheng.
She remembered the night she spent at Zhu's house again. Nanyang, who has always indulged her, rejected her two courtships, and when asked about the past, his deep eyes filled with memories and a reluctance full of nostalgia.
Nanyang was her first love, but she was not Nanyang's first love.
In fact, it's normal for a thirty-five-year-old woman to have a past that belongs to her, and she doesn't feel anything wrong. But she underestimated her possessiveness towards Nanyang. She wished to possess all of her, not only the current her, the past her, and the future her, she wanted to hold everything in her hands. Therefore, the past of Nanyang has become a small thorn, softly hidden in the flesh, and can't actually remember it when it is not moving, but once it is involved, there will be a heartache. of itching.
Cen Ziyan's voice interrupted her thoughts: "Let's go back to sleep in a while. Everyone sleeps, so that Teacher Qi won't let Ah Cheng continue to do his homework."
Qinghuan regained her senses, and a concealed smile appeared on her lips: "Okay, just do as Ziyan said."
Tomorrow night Cheng bowed deeply moved: "Thank you sisters, thank you!"
"You are the youngest, of course we should take care of you." Cen Ziyan said softly.
Tomorrow night Cheng accepted Cen Ziyan's statement with a smile.
I don't know what the expressions on Qing Huan and Cen Ziyan's faces will be when they find out that the girl they are pampering like a little sister in front of them is actually an old monster who has lived for more than 3,000 years.
They said they came out to go to the toilet, and naturally it was not easy to stay for too long. After chatting for a while, they went home.
When walking into Room 3, as soon as a few people stepped in, they could feel a strong cold air inside. The room was eerily quiet, as if a needle could be heard.
If they didn't know that the three older people were not chatty people, they would have mistakenly thought that there was a quarrel and a cold war in this room.
Seeing that Qinghuan was back, Nanyang closed the notebook and reached out to her: "Come."
Qing Huan walked over naturally, held Nan Yang's hand, and smiled warmly: "Are you sleepy?"
Nanyang nodded.
"Then let's go to bed, okay?" Qing Huan's eyes curled softly.
"it is good."
Nanyang answered meekly.
So Qing Huan made a few noises and asked everyone if they wanted to sleep. Cen Ziyan and Ming Wancheng agreed, and Bai Jinqiu acquiesced. Qi Yi really didn't hold Ah Cheng to do his homework any more, put the lesson plan and started to organize the sleeping bag.
The three pairs of women each whispered about the use of sleeping bags. Nan Yang and Qing Huan slept together, Bai Jinqiu let Cen Ziyan sleep, and sat quietly staring at Cen Ziyan huddled in the sleeping bag. Neither Qi Yi nor Ming Wancheng entered the sleeping bag, but leaned against the wall together and covered the sleeping bag to keep out the cold.
After everyone settled down, the lights in Room 3 were turned off, and the cameras turned on night shooting mode.
The room was small, and although everyone deliberately left a little space, they were basically crowded together. The lower half of Nanyang Qinghuan's sleeping bag was attached to the side of Cen Ziyan's sleeping bag, Bai Jinqiu was sitting on Qi Yi's left, and Qi Yi could clearly hear the breathing of Bai Jinqiu and tomorrow night Cheng. The six people who were still unfamiliar in the morning shortened a lot of distance because of this short game and the opportunity of having to be trapped together to sleep.
Although the lights were turned off, most people didn't feel sleepy for a while, so in the darkness, Cheng Cheng volunteered to tell everyone a bedtime story tomorrow night.
It's a fairy tale, "Puss in Boots" from Grimm's Fairy Tales.
Both Qing Huan and Cen Ziyan listened with gusto, Bai Jinqiu opened his eyes expressionlessly in the dark, Nan Yang lay beside Qing Huan, and his breath gradually became impatient.
"What's the matter? Don't like listening to it?" Qing Huan lowered her voice, and the hand in the sleeping bag pinched Nan Yang's waist dishonestly.
Nanyang didn't speak, but the word "boring" was written in her eyes. She wanted to sleep, but she couldn't fall asleep at all due to the noise of the melodious voice tomorrow night, so she simply picked up the notebook again and continued to read the recipe in the dim night light.
Qing Huan frowned: "It's so dark, you're still watching, aren't you afraid your eyes will be damaged?"
"… fine."
Nanyang has well-developed facial features, and it is not difficult for her to see things at night.
Qing Huan hugged her from behind and didn't persuade her any further, she just smiled and rubbed the tip of her nose on her long soft black hair.
Tomorrow night Cheng was halfway through and was interrupted by Qi Yi: "What's so good about fairy tales? Everyone is an adult. What's the difference between listening to these cats and dogs talking about human beings and watching Pleasant Goats. Ah Cheng, sister Let me tell you something interesting."
This is the first time Qi Yi has called herself "sister" to Ming Wancheng, and tomorrow night Cheng smiled brightly: "Okay, sister, tell me!"
Qi Yi took off the gold wire glasses on the bridge of his nose and pinched them in his hands, with a smirk on his lips.
"By the way, there was a doctor who was almost gone in the middle of the night one day, and he was still doing surgery. It was very late after the emergency treatment. He was about to go home when he reached the elevator door when he suddenly met a woman. Nurse. He went downstairs in the elevator with the female nurse."
Tomorrow night, Cheng's smile froze on his lips and slowly collapsed, and there was no smile in his eyes.
"But the elevator didn't stop on the first floor. It kept going down and down. When they got to B3, the elevator door opened and a little girl appeared in front of them. She lowered her head and said she wanted to take the elevator. The doctor hurriedly closed the elevator. Door."
"Why?" Tomorrow night Cheng blinked a pair of innocent eyes with fear.
"Yes, the nurse also thought it was very strange, and asked the doctor: 'Why don't you let her come up?' The doctor said: 'B3 is the morgue of our hospital, and the hospital has tied a red ribbon to the right hand of each corpse. , there was a red ribbon like that in the right hand of the little girl just now...'"
There were a few breathless movements in the darkness, and I didn't know who was frightened.
Tomorrow night, Cheng was afraid and wanted to hear it, so he shivered and asked, "Well, then what?"
"Then..." Qi Yi slanted the corners of her lips. She didn't wear glasses, and she seemed to laugh a little ruffianly. "The nurse listened, and slowly stretched out her right hand, and said with a sinister smile—"
"'Is it... a red ribbon like this?'"
The air was quiet for a few seconds.
Suddenly, there was a sound of sobbing one after another without warning in the room.
Bai Jinqiu, who has been silent, has a rare panic in his voice: "Yanyan, don't be afraid, it's all fake."
Qi Yi sighed with a smile, grabbed a handful of paper and put it on Ming Wancheng's face, "Why are you crying? How old are you, such an old ghost story can scare you?"
Bai Jinqiu was originally sitting. Seeing Cen Ziyan crying, he hurriedly got up and knelt on the ground, bent over to touch Cen Ziyan's head, "Yanyan, don't cry, my aunt is here."
Tomorrow night, Cheng Wah cried: "Sister Wuwuwu, why are you telling this kind of story in such a place..."
Under normal circumstances, such ancient ghost stories might not necessarily scare people, but they are now in the ward-themed Room 3, next to the hospital bed full of blood, and the corner is full of realism. The infusion stand and the hanging bottle are overflowing with immersion.
Listening to Cen Ziyan and Ming Wancheng's crying, Qing Huan panicked and hurried to see if the woman in her arms was frightened.
She raised her neck a little and looked carefully at Nanyang's face from above.
The notebook in Nanyang's hand had slipped to the floor at some point. She lay there quietly, her eyes tightly closed, her eyelashes gently pressed against her lower eyelids, her arms bent over her neck, her long breathing announcing her deep sleep.
Qing Huan: "… "
Listening to fairy tales is annoyed to sleep, but listening to ghost stories can be hypnotized, this woman is truly unparalleled in the world.