After VJ set up the equipment, he signaled that Qing Huan and Nan Yang could go first and sit down, and they had to find an angle. So Qing Huan pulled Nan Yang and sat down on the side of the bed, and asked Nan Yang, "Did the show crew bring you something just now?"
With a light expression on Nanyang's face, he took out a deck of playing cards from his windbreaker pocket and handed it to Qing Huan.
The first task they received was to find another pair of guests to play Landlord. The loser had to take the poster of the program group to find 20 passers-by to scan the QR code on it, and enter the booster channel to canvass for themselves. They originally wanted to find Qi Yi and Ming Wancheng, but they were at the back of the car and Qi Yi and Acheng were at the front, so they had to travel ten carriages in the past. Moreover, the people on the hard seat were mixed, and there was not necessarily room for playing cards, so they chose Bai Jinqiu and Cen Ziyan. Selfishly, the box environment was better.
Qing Huan shook the quest card, "Are you going to fight landlords?"
"No." Nanyang shook his head.
"Then I'll be the host for a while, and you'll be watching."
"Um."
The train arrived at a new station. When it came to a slow stop, I didn't know what was on the pad. The body suddenly rumbled and rumbled. Qing Huan couldn't sit still and almost fell on the corner of the table. Nanyang reacted very quickly and stretched out his arms, took her by the shoulders and made her fall into his arms. The stack of playing cards on the table also fell to the ground due to inertia, and a small white square covered the dark floor. .
Qing Huan slammed into Nan Yang's chest fiercely, the delicate fabric of the white shirt wrapped around her nose and chin, and a small button pressed against her eyelids, sinking into endless warmth along with her face.
Nanyang held her head and hurriedly looked down, "Are you all right?"
Qing Huan raised her head and blinked, as if she was lost. After a while, she sighed leisurely:
"So soft."
For the first time, Nanyang glanced at VJ who had adjusted the equipment halfway and grabbed the upper bunk railing to stabilize his figure. In fact, VJ only cared about protecting the camera from the bumps and didn't pay attention to what they were saying. Seeing that Nanyang was looking at him, He also looked back blankly, and the two began to look at each other inexplicably.
Qing Huan was very close to Nanyang, so she saw with her own eyes that Nanyang's ears were turning red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Knowing that she was not used to doing intimate things and saying ambiguous words in front of outsiders, Qing Huan didn't stay in that soft place too much, she got up immediately, and neatly tidied up Nan Yang's crooked collar when she left.
"cough."
Nan Yang retracted his gaze, put his fingers on his neckline, and tidied it up again, so that the overlapping part of the clothes was centered on his chest.
Sitting inside, Qinghuan noticed the poker cards scattered all over the floor, but she didn't have the space to bend over to pick them up, so she quietly bumped Nanyang's waist with her elbow: "Pick up the cards."
"Um."
Nanyang sat outside for a while, then bent over to pick up the cards on the ground one by one. Her black hair was so long that it flowed down like a curtain of water, and the end of her hair almost rubbed to the ground. After bending over, I felt as if I had entered another world, a world completely different from the bright carriage just now. The table blocked most of the light, the environment was blurry, and the lace-lined blue bed was overlaid with white. Sheets, like Alice in a little dress roaming Upside Down Wonderland.
Qinghuan was wearing a black velvet dress in her burgundy trench coat. In order not to wear off, she sat with her right leg on top of her left. A smooth calf was attached to the white ankle, and a pair of StuartWeitzn's NEARLYNUDE black slender high-heeled sandals swayed left and right as she swayed casually. The bare instep has a clear outline of the muscles and bones, and the blue blood vessels are pressed by a narrow layer of soft skin, like the veins of dead leaves hidden under the new snow, delicate and pitiful.
Nanyang's eyes were glued to it and couldn't turn away. He stopped when he picked it up, and under the cover of her falling black hair, he couldn't help reaching out and touched the jade-like ankle bone.
Qing Huan shivered, she suddenly felt Nan Yang touching her, and was shaken by the cold temperature of the fingertips. She immediately glanced at the VJ who was still adjusting the equipment, and gently kicked Nanyang's forearm with the back of her foot as a warning.
Nanyang put his hand away as if nothing had happened, and continued to pick up the playing cards on the ground.
After a while, the right foot, which was hanging in the air, seemed to have a new idea, and secretly stretched out to the left a little bit, and deliberately rubbed the back of Nanyang's wrist back and forth like a fire.
Nanyang's hand tightened when it was touched, he quickly picked up the last poker card, and straightened up with red ears.
Qing Huan looked at her with a smirk, this person is real, she was the one who took the initiative to touch her, her mind was not serious, and she was so careless.
Nanyang gathered the mess of playing cards together, pinched them and chopped them back and forth on the table, shuffling them in an unfamiliar way. While washing, Cen Ziyan and Bai Jinqiu came back, Cen Ziyan came in first, and Bai Jinqiu followed behind her, keeping her eyes on the woman in front of her, like a shepherd walking with a lamb.
"Ziyan, this is our mission." Qing Huan handed the mission card to Cen Ziyan, explaining the purpose of their visit.
Cen Ziyan and Bai Jinqiu sat down on the other side and took the task card to read it. Cen Ziyan smiled: "Okay, Fighting the Landlord, right? Let's start playing now." After speaking, she asked the VJ next to her thoughtfully: "Brother, can you start recording?"
VJ made an OK gesture.
When Bai Jinqiu heard Cen Ziyan calling out to her brother, her face instantly turned gloomy, but worried about the camera, she quickly covered up her gaffe.
"I'm the landlord, you and Teacher Bai are playing me together," Qing Huan took the poker cards from Nanyang's hand, cut and shuffled them skillfully, and placed them in the middle of the table, "Remember to leave me your hole cards, You can't look at each other."
"No, don't worry."
Nanyang sat silently on the side, looking at the cards that Qing Huan had drawn one by one, he could only understand that she was arranged in order of points, and couldn't understand anything else.
After watching it for a while, she felt bored and turned her eyes out of the car window. I do not know when the train has started again, driving between the mountains and forests, next to the slope protection wall made of concrete, a puppy licking the water by the sleepers flashed by. After a while, the mountains and forests gradually became sparse, and the train boarded a bridge. Under the bridge was a wide river, which was turbid yellow due to the continuous heavy rain these days. The river should have risen for a certain distance. It can be seen that most of the cornfields planted by farmers on both sides were submerged, and the poor corn stalks struggled to stick out a little bit of whiskers on the water.
"Hey, I lost." Qing Huan sighed suddenly.
Although he sighed, there was no sadness in his tone, instead it was peaceful and quiet.
Cen Ziyan helped organize the cards, "Then you are going to ask passersby to vote?"
"It's alright, it just so happened that we went to the locomotive to see Acheng and Xiaoyi, and asked for a vote on the way." Qing Huan pulled Nan Yang up and politely said goodbye to them, "Mr. Bai, Ziyan, then we'll see you later. "
"It's two o'clock in the afternoon," Cen Ziyan glanced at her phone. "Everyone should go to the dining car for dinner in three hours, right? We'll meet again in a while."
"You can only eat after completing the task," Qing Huan waved the poker in her hand at her, "We've already done it, you guys come on, the dining car will be waiting for you at five o'clock."
She quietly took out two meat muffins from the pocket of her trench coat and stuffed them into Cen Ziyan, "Here, just put it on when you're hungry."
Cen Ziyan held the wrapping paper of the meat muffin, and looked at Qing Huan with the corners of her lips bent, her eyes full of gratitude.
Qing Huan glanced at VJ and smiled shyly, "Brother, please tell PD to cut this short paragraph. After all, this is considered to be breaking the rules of the game, and I'm afraid that the black fans will scold me."
Uncle VJ nodded, indicating his understanding.
Bai Jinqiu suddenly said, "Since you're afraid of being scolded, why do you have to give it? We don't need this kind of hypocritical kindness, Yanyan, give it to Xiaozhu."
Qing Huan looked at Bai Jinqiu in astonishment.
If it's a coincidence that Bai Jinqiu's unfriendliness in the van is a coincidence, then now that she is showing unfriendliness again, Qing Huan is sure that she is hostile to herself.
Why
Because she has a better relationship with Cen Ziyan
But... they are just friends.
With an embarrassed smile on her face, Cen Ziyan raised her hand, wanting to return the meat muffin to Qinghuan.
Qing Huan was also full of embarrassment, and was about to pick it up when suddenly another slender and plain white hand stretched out from her side, pressing down her half-probing hand.
It is Nanyang.
Nan Yang held Qing Huan's hand with no expression on his face, looked at Bai Jinqiu lightly, and said:
"She is for Cen Ziyan, not for you."
Bai Jinqiu frowned: "What do you mean?"
"What does it have to do with you when they send things between the two of them? You are quite self-indulgent."
Nanyang usually doesn't like to meddle in such nosy things, nor does she like to intervene. I didn't expect that she would either not say a word, or she would say it without any emotion at all. In her words, she mocked Bai Jinqiu's meaning of "more and more for the cook". are all overflowing.
Bai Jinqiu's face turned gloomy again, and he sneered: "Boss Nan, Yanyan is my wife, just as Xiaozhu is your wife, you shouldn't want to see your wife getting too close to other women, right? Give me candy for a while, snacks for a while, care about this, care about that, I don't know, I'm afraid that Yanyan and Xiaozhu are a couple."
When Qing Huan and Cen Ziyan heard Bai Jinqiu's words, their expressions changed in shock. Bai Jinqiu said this, as if there was really an ambiguous relationship between them.
Nanyang did not make any waves because of these words, and his expression was as usual:
"She has friends that she wants to be close to. I don't think there is anything wrong with her. If I need to intervene even to make friends, then I may not have a wife, but a dog in captivity."
As soon as the words fell, Bai Jinqiu's face darkened instantly, and Cen Ziyan also took a small step back with a pale face, shaking her figure.
Qing Huan realized the harm Nan Yang's words might cause to Cen Ziyan, and hurriedly grabbed Nan Yang's hand, lowered her voice and said, "Okay, don't talk anymore, let's go."
Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, VJ stopped the recording long ago, and took advantage of the gap to smooth things out: "Okay, Mr. Bai, Boss Nan, you all calm down, what's the big deal? Our program team has a plan in mind, and we won't cut it randomly, so why bother with the two of you? What about the quarrel?"
Another VJ who followed Nan Huan's group also echoed: "That is, peace makes money, peace makes money!"
Nanyang glanced at VJ, didn't say anything more, dragged Qing Huan and went straight out.
In the box, neither Bai Jinqiu nor Cen Ziyan spoke again, leaving a terrifying silence.
Walking down the aisle, Qing Huan squeezed Nan Yang's fingers, leaned in and whispered, "I know you said that just now for me, but... Next time, pay attention to the way you speak, you said that, Ziyan listened. What are you thinking about?"
"What does she think has anything to do with me?" Nan Yang replied indifferently.
"What did you say?" Qing Huan froze for a moment.
Nanyang frowned and stopped.
She turned to face Qing Huan, pursed her lips, leaned over to the window, and stood opposite her. For a long time, she lowered her head and held Qinghuan's hand, sighed, and gently rubbed her thumb at Qinghuan's tiger's mouth, as if clumsily to please:
"Sorry, my words were indeed inappropriate."
Qing Huan smiled, and the mood that was still low just now returned a lot, "It's okay, Ziyan, she won't blame you."
Nan Yang was silent for a while, then whispered, "Qing Huan, I don't care about Cen Ziyan, I don't care if she blames me, I don't even want to care about the matter between her and Bai Jinqiu."
She raised her head and looked fixedly at Qing Huan.
"What I care about, from beginning to end, is only you."