"Mr. Ji, how are you going to sell this skill?"
"Mr. Ji, can you write love letters and poems?"
"Why don't you show us your hand?"
Jokes rang out in the room, Bo Yu laughed together, and the other two who were not very familiar with Ji Yaoguang also started to tease. In their memory, love letters are a very old thing, probably stuffing a few pieces of paper in the drawer of a beautiful girl in elementary school. Although they are innocent and pure, they have long been far away from the lives around them. Now, picking up a mobile phone is a text message—even a phone call is pitifully rare, as if the simple romance in nature has been lost.
"Ms. Ji is a talented woman from the Chinese Department of Z University." Jiang Yusheng retorted in a low voice, and she seemed a little out of place in a group of joking jokes. She didn't dare to look into Ji Yaoguang's eyes when everyone's eyes were on her. , even more shyly lowered his head, clutching the hem of his clothes to reveal a bit of trepidation.
"Yes." Jiang Zhaozhi also took the conversation and said with a smile, "Mr. Ji, do you want to compose a poem on the spot?"
In the past, many people on the Internet clamored about Ji Yaoguang's education and background, thinking that the unknown was because she was trying to cover up her dirty and not-so-bright past, but she was finally slapped in the face. Some people who claimed to be Ji Yaoguang's classmate came out and said that she was not doing a job properly and had a very bad reputation in the eyes of the professors in the department. Unexpectedly, those old professors who didn't care about the entertainment industry also came out to clarify, full of praise for Ji Yaoguang, and sometimes Jealous of Ji Yaoguang's natural grace, she doesn't need to go through the pain of others struggling hard.
"Compose poetry in seven steps?" Ji Yaoguang glanced at Jiang Zhaoyi, and responded with a smile, "If I make it, you will give me all your funds. Do you want to take a gamble?"
Jiang Zhaozhi waved his hands, pretending to be scared: "The Buddha said, don't gamble, don't gamble, it is a sin to gamble."
Bo Yu laughed and said, "The Buddha said, I never said that."
After a while of laughing and laughing, everyone already had a plan in their hearts, and they walked out of the inn in twos and threes. The photographers quickly followed behind them. Isn't this the state of life that they want to shoot? Ji Yaoguang and Chang Yu are tasked with picking wild vegetables, but their movements are not too fast. Mengjia Village is considered a large village, with hundreds of households and many people walking on the road. When I saw a few people in such outfits, I couldn't help but take a few extra glances, but I didn't gather around to watch the excitement. Perhaps the program team had already told the village After a while, a big star came to this country to shoot.
"Going east is Mengjiacun Central Primary School." Ji Yaoguang stopped and pointed to the building not far away that was obviously higher than the surrounding buildings.
"Do you really want to write love poems for them?" Chang Yu said with a chuckle, "If I remember correctly, someone said that love poems are only written by me."
Ji Yaoguang did say such a thing, she touched her chin, leaned into Chang Yu's ear and whispered: "I wrote it and copied it for you, your handwriting is beautiful, this can be regarded as a love poem for you Well." The photographer behind the two of them is Ji Yaoguang's die-hard fan Liu Ran, on the one hand, he was glad that he ate this sweet dog food before other fans, but on the other hand, he wanted to cover his eyes so as not to be caught by the atmosphere. To flash blind. However, even if the two are mainly walking in the fields, he still has to follow along to shoot. Zhao Beiting emphasized the details many times. Of course, the pictures should be real and beautiful.
To the west of Mengjia Village is a continuous field with undulating hills in the middle, all of which have been reclaimed and planted with tea trees by the locals. The soil in spring is moist and soft, and the tender green grass is already in pieces, swaying gently with the breeze. In the tender grass grows a wild vegetable called "scallion" by the locals. "This is scallion, it is very delicious to make fried rice with eggs!" Ji Yaoguang's voice was a little excited, she walked across the small ditch by the field with ease, pulled up a scallion, and moved towards Chang Yu wave. She has hardly been in the field, and her knowledge of wild vegetables comes from the recipes and plant illustrations she had read before, and she searched around with her powerful memory. "Let's go back with some scallions, what kind of wild vegetables do we need if we have it!"
Chang Yu naturally had no objection to what Ji Yaoguang said, but the two of them forgot to bring a bag when they went out, and one of them grabbed a lot, which looked quite funny. Liu Ran, who was holding the camera, was snickering in the resting air, but he didn't know that he caught Ji Yaoguang's attention. I saw the goddess in my heart walking towards me step by step with long legs, showing a charming smile, a thump in my heart, and the tingling electric shock spread all over my limbs, Liu Ran thought that she had changed back to the beauty she saw when she was young. The female teacher was a shy kid, so she heard Ji Yaoguang say: "Brother Liu, your pocket is relatively big, let us put the scallion in it."
"..." Liu Ran looked down at the shallot in his pocket, and said silently in his heart: "Everything the goddess said is right."
Speaking of filming a program, it's like returning to nature and taking a vacation for my nervous self. A road was built in the middle of the field. From time to time, small tricycles chug past, men carrying hoes weeded the fields, and two or three children who slipped out of the school were running and flying kites. Far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, I didn't feel any discomfort, but relaxed wholeheartedly. When Ji Yaoguang turned her head, she met Chang Yu's deep gaze, and she didn't know how long she looked at him. If it weren't for the fact that she was holding a lot of wild vegetables in her hand, she would really like to take Chang Yu's hand for a walk in the countryside.
Chang Yu looked away, chuckled and said, "Let's go back."
The spring water has just melted, and the spring breeze is just right. If you want to say the only thought at this time, it is to hope that this road will have no end, and you can go all the way until you grow old. Ji Yaoguang nodded thoughtfully. She watched Chang Yu's face smeared with a little dust. She raised her hand and realized that she might become a cat with a touch of her sleeve. Itching in her heart, she wanted to see Chang Yu's cute appearance who was usually indifferent, but when she realized that Liu Ran was following her, she was discouraged again. There are some appearances that cannot be seen by others.
After turning an intersection, you can see the "Time Inn". Ji Yaoguang's footsteps gradually accelerated, and suddenly he heard a long-pitched shout, and an uncle riding a tricycle hurriedly pressed the brake. There was some wood in the back of the tricycle. Seeing Chang Yu's eyes light up, Ji Yaoguang took a step forward and said, "Uncle, where are you taking this wood?"
When the uncle saw the beautiful girl asking, he smiled honestly and said, "You mean these scraps? Pull them out and deal with them."
"Small leaf red sandalwood, yellow flower pear, purple light sandalwood..." Chang Yu walked to Ji Yaoguang's side and asked, "Uncle, do you sell these scraps?"
"Little girl, do you still have research on this?" The uncle saw that Chang Yu had accurately stated the type of wood, his widened eyes were full of surprise, he patted the tricycle, and said with a smile, "It was supposed to be dealt with, you If you need it, you can take it yourself, no need to negotiate the price."
"Then thank you, uncle." Ji Yaoguang didn't say much, thanked him, stuffed the scallions on hand into Liu Ran's hood, and began to pick out some relatively complete wood in her hands. When she first met Chang Yu, she thought that a person with a cold temperament like Chang Yu must have a hobby of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and never thought that she would get satisfaction from flying wood chips. Half of the bookshelves at home are her Ji Yaoguang's ancient books, while the other are books on design, wood and carpentry that Chang Yu flipped through. The task of going out to film the show made her gradually move away from her hobbies, and she never expected to meet a big surprise here. After calculating the time spent here, Ji Yaoguang didn't take too much wood, and waved to the kind uncle, and she smiled happily at Chang Yu as soon as she turned her head.
By the time they dawdled back to the inn, the masters had already arrived, drinking hot tea leisurely, as if they were not worried about their own expenses at all. Seeing Ji Yaoguang and the others come back, they thought they had found such a good thing, but after seeing it was wood, they sighed again.
"There is a kitchen here, no need to burn wood, why did you two come back with this?"
"What do you know?" Ji Yaoguang glared at Bo Yu angrily, then snorted.
"Ms. Ji, you, me, you have dirty things on your face." Jiang Yusheng, who was sitting quietly at the side, stood up abruptly. She stared at Ji Yaoguang nervously, and couldn't even speak clearly. He simply approached his mouth, took out a wet wipe from his pocket, and walked up to Ji Yaoguang to wipe her face in a few steps.
Ji Yaoguang was taken aback by her action, and hurriedly took a step back.
Chang Yu pursed her lips slightly, she turned her head and glanced at Ji Yaoguang, with a meaningful light shining in her eyes.
"I'll wipe your face for you." Ji Yaoguang put the wood in his arms aside and said in a low voice.
"No need." Chang Yu replied with a snort, probably realizing that her voice was too cold, she added, "Look at your hands, I'd better do it myself."
The room fell into an eerie silence, and the first thing that broke the atmosphere was Jiang Yusheng's voice that seemed to be about to cry.
"Teacher Chang, Teacher Ji, I'm sorry, I, I—" She bowed to Chang Yu and said nervously, "I have no other meaning, I just like Teacher Ji very much, but, but not that kind of liking , I'm just—" His eyes turned to Bian Yuting as if asking for help.
Bian Yuting yawned along his lips and said, "Okay, don't explain to them. It's okay to be angry with Chang Yu, don't you think her expression is more lively now than before?"