It was already two o'clock when we returned to Xiaozhulou, Dafeng approached Song Yu and said in a low voice: "Cheng Qing said that he took Xiao Zhou to the health center again, and the doctor said he was fine, probably because he got up too early this morning and didn't get enough sleep, so he got seasick. He's sleeping now."
Song Yu thanked Dafeng sincerely, and soon Meng Shiping came back, and also said that Zhou Yanqing was sleeping, so he was a little relieved.
In the afternoon, everyone had to complete the task of cleaning the weeds in the backyard of the bamboo building. After a short break, everyone started to move with their tools. With the experience of digging potatoes last time, everyone used similar tools such as hoes and shovels very easily. . As a violinist, Yang Bin's hands are extremely precious. No one dared to let him do this kind of rough work, so he was only asked to help clean up the fallen leaves.
The seven people worked hard for more than an hour, sweating profusely from exhaustion, and finally cleaned up.
Even Dafeng, who was always very gentle, smiled and complained: "Director, you are so cruel, you are not afraid that no one will dare to appear on your show after our show is broadcast."
The director was sitting in the cool shade of a tree, grinning from ear to ear. After the filming of Wanhu Village was over, there were already Reuters pictures on the Internet, and the topic of Song Yu's participation in "Returning to the Garden" has been searched twice. However, because the Reuters picture is not clear, the official Weibo of the program group did not officially post an acknowledgment. Fans and passers-by are waiting for the official announcement with a skeptical attitude.
There are many and clear photos and videos taken by passers-by in the seafood market today. Some people have posted them on Weibo, #宋玉拍细艺# and several other related topics have become hot searches. The two step-by-step hot searches have fully mobilized the curiosity of passers-by. The director can already foresee the gratifying ratings of the first episode of "Returning to the Garden", so it is no wonder that he is unhappy.
After returning to the room, Song Yu said to Dafeng: "You take a shower first, I will sit on the balcony for a while."
"Okay." Gale was not polite.
There was a beach chair on the balcony, and Song Yu lay down wrapped in the smell of grass and earth.
The balcony is very windy and you can see a blue sea. Song Yu's tense nerves involuntarily relaxed, and his exhaustion surged up instantly. He leaned on the chair and fell asleep like this.
When he woke up again, he found himself covered with a thin blanket, the sun had completely sunk to the sea level, and the gray sky was weighing down heavily. He glanced at the room, it was dark, and there was no one there, and an unprecedented loneliness and sadness came over him.
Suddenly, with a "click", the bathroom door opened.
The dense water vapor came out first, and then Han Jin came out wearing a loose T-shirt and shorts, shaking his wet hair.
In the next moment, he seemed to say: "Brother, I've finished taking a shower, you can go and take a shower."
For a moment, Song Yu couldn't tell whether this was the past life or the present life, whether it was reality or a dream, and he sat there in a daze, unable to move.
Until Han Jin said pleasantly, "Brother Song, you're awake."
Familiar images surged in his mind and quickly pulled away like an ebb. Song Yu woke up with a start. He walked into the room and turned on the light switch, and said calmly, "Why are you here?"
Song Yu's expression was very calm, neither happy nor angry.
Han Jin didn't care too much, and pointed to his room: "The shower in the bathroom in our room seems to be broken, so I borrowed your bathroom to take a shower. I told Teacher Dafeng when you fell asleep."
"Where's Dafeng?" Song Yu asked.
"He went downstairs to make supper."
Song Yu nodded and said nothing more. After Han Jin left, he avoided the camera and took out his mobile phone to take a look. Zhou Yanqing still didn't reply to the message.
Haven't woken up yet
Song Yu began to feel a little uneasy, he quickly took a shower and went downstairs to join the ranks of cooking.
Half an hour later, the highlight of the night—the eel—was finally brought out of the oven. The strong fragrance came to the nostrils, and Liu Ranyi's nose was almost stuck on the baking pan. He said excitedly: "It's so fragrant, so fragrant, I'm going to drool."
Song Yu frowned and remembered something, and began to look for things in the cabinet.
Dafeng asked curiously, "What are you looking for, I'll help you."
Song Yu was rarely embarrassed, he replied: "I want to find an insulated lunch box."
Dafeng understood instantly, took out a lunch box from the top cabinet, and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to pack a lunch box for Xiao Zhou?"
"Yes, he probably hasn't eaten yet." Song Yu smiled shyly, "I'll give him my share."
Dafeng snickered: "No, it's enough to eat."
The two looked at each other and smiled. For Song Yu, the biggest gain from participating in this variety show should be getting to know Dafeng, a friend.
After dinner, Song Yu originally wanted to ask the director for a vacation to go to Zhou Yanqing's place. It just so happened that the director, considering the physical exertion of the guests and staff today, canceled the evening's game project and announced that the recording would end early.
Meng Shiping walked to Song Yu's side rubbing his sore shoulders, and said, "It turns out that recording variety shows is so tiring."
Song Yu hadn't participated in variety shows before, so he hadn't followed suit. This was his first follow-up. Different from the set, the variety show is dynamic and requires constant movement, which consumes a lot of energy. He just felt sore all over the whole process.
Song Yu was noncommittal, he enjoyed this kind of physical fatigue very much, but he didn't have time or leisure to talk about his feelings with Meng Shiping, so he said softly, "Go back and rest when you're tired."
"Let's go back now." Meng Shiping nodded, then turned around and said, "I didn't find a chance to talk to Han Jin alone today, why don't you tell him that after the recording ends tomorrow, let's find a place to sit down in the city chat?"
Song Yu was silent for a while, and thought for a moment before answering: "Don't be in a hurry, if you don't want to go back to the company, you can ask him to talk with him in the company."
Meng Shiping had this intention, he said "rest early" and left.
Song Yu couldn't wait for the staff to evacuate. He picked up the lunch box on the stove and left the small bamboo building without hesitation. When he walked into the small garden, he bumped into someone.
Han Jin didn't know what he was doing in the garden. When he saw Song Yu, he asked, "Brother Song, where are you going?"
"Go out for a walk to digest food." Song Yu replied.
"Then I'll go with you, just because I want to walk around too."
For the first time, Song Yu felt irritated by Han Jin's clinginess, he frowned: "No need."
After finishing speaking, he left without looking back, leaving Han Jin who was stunned in place.
He rushed to Zhou Yanqing's residence in a hurry, but there was no light coming from the window, Song Yu gently twisted the doorknob, and opened it without locking it from the inside.
By the faint moonlight, Zhou Yanqing could be seen curled up on the bed, talking softly in sleep, and crying, it seemed like a nightmare.
Song Yu immediately turned on the light, and his heart tightened when he saw the scene.
Zhou Yanqing curled up on the edge of the bed in pain, not knowing whether it was pain or discomfort, his brows were wrinkled into the word "Chuan", his hair and clothes were drenched with sweat, and he was talking about something.
"Xiao Zhou." Song Yu patted Zhou Yanqing's wet cheek and called out.
Zhou Yanqing showed no sign of waking up, and still muttered: "No, how is it possible... He won't die... He is not such a person."
Song Yu put his ear close to Zhou Yanqing's mouth to hear what he said, it was not a complete sentence at all.
Who will not die
He is not such a person, who is not such a person
Song Yu couldn't figure it out, the only thing he could be sure of was that Zhou Yanqing was trapped in a nightmare that made him sad.
Song Yu grabbed Zhou Yanqing's shoulder again, and shook it twice, "Yanqing, wake up."
"ah!"
Suddenly, Zhou Yan yelled lightly, then sat up straight and gulped, instinctively clutching his chest and panting loudly.