In the next month, after a big man lived next door, the filming of the program team went much smoother, and the housing problem was successfully resolved. Although the black fans and the four female stars were a little disappointed, Chu Run's fans applauded.
In the past, if the stars who went to work in the countryside were thirsty, they could only fetch water by themselves, and then boil it in a kettle to drink it, but when Chu quenched her thirst, she was immediately served with cups of cool juice.
Chu Run wanted to eat fruit, so a plate of freshly cut fruit was delivered immediately. The female artist who was with her partner also got a lot of goodies. She took a bite of the fruit and exclaimed, "My God, this cantaloupe is so sweet. Ah, the best cantaloupe I've ever eaten in my life."
The assistant said: "This is the famous 'Yubari Melon' from Hokkaido, Japan. It must be delicious. It's as many as one piece." : These wicked rich people really enjoy it, but Brother Chu is amazing. She can have fans in such a remote place. She originally planned to go to the countryside to lose ten pounds, but she did not expect to gain weight. few.
If it was Chu Run's turn to cook and there was no more ingredients, a child with a vegetable basket would run over and take out all kinds of vegetables from the basket, saying, "Male God, if you want this carrot, Or this cabbage?"
Everyone who went down to the ground and bargained with the villagers for a long time before they bought the vegetables: "..."
If Chu Run took the dish and started to fry it, the kid would stand on the side again, clapping his little hands and applauding: "The male god is so powerful, he can even master the cooking skills, it's really excellent!"
Everyone: "..." It's really flattering and unreasonable. They fry, fry, fry and fry there without getting a single compliment.
If Chu Run was assigned the task of selling vegetables in the county town, but there was no means of transportation, the child would pat the back seat of his tractor again and say with a domineering face, "God, get in the car!"
Everyone: "...!!!" They are not envious at all! !
"When can I have such a caring local tyrant fan?" A certain male artist could hardly hide his envy. Of course, it would be nice if he was a little older and still a beautiful girl. He only stayed in the mountains for a few days, and his skin was tanned by the strong summer sun. On the other hand, Chu Run was served comfortably. So the complexion was still white and shiny, as if he had come to the country for a vacation.
It's really people-to-people, maddening people.
After returning to the capital, it was late at night, sleeping on the soft big bed, Chu Run skillfully opened the phone, and sure enough, he received another text message from the little fan. When I first met this little fan in the countryside, his attitude was indifferent, but after he was sweating, the other party jumped up and took out a handkerchief, and stood on tiptoe to help him wipe the sweat. He couldn't help bending down. From that moment on, his heart was beating miraculously.
Then the two exchanged contact information with each other, and almost every night, he would receive text messages from small fans:
[I really want to swim in your collarbone, I want to slide on the bridge of your nose, I want to swing on your eyelashes] Translation: Look at your collarbone, look at your nose, man So three-dimensional and straight, male god, your eyelashes are so long, you are the most beautiful eyelashes!
[Male God, I have listened to your new song, it's super nice! !]
[Male god, today's event, I saw you, every time I see the male god, I have to sigh, the beauty of the male god is really the level of history]
Isn't it embarrassing for this little rainbow bastard to always say such things
Although he said this, the corners of Chu Run's mouth were still slightly raised. He typed lazily: "There are so many people at the event today, how did you see me? You are so young, I guess you can only look at the back of your head."
It is true that only the back of the head can be seen, but the little guy still skillfully emits his rainbow fart light waves: "Even the back of the head, it is the back of the head with amazing beauty."
Chu Run read it back and forth three times, and then said slowly: "It's twelve o'clock, children go to bed early, don't play with mobile phones."
The little guy replied in seconds: "Okay, good night, male god!"
Chu Run transferred it to his new song comment area, and sure enough, among the top ten hot comments in his new song comment area, seven or eight were from small fans, and he recognized the other person's avatar.
The faint fluorescent light shone on his face, he held the mobile phone, and read the seven or eight sincere long comments over and over several times, but he didn't notice the curvature of the corners of his mouth.
When the time came, he didn't even need sleeping pills, he closed his eyes in a good mood, who would have known that this kind of company would last ten years.
Time has passed, and it's time for the new year to collect the New Year's money.
The little guy still received a lot of money, because this year is the Year of the Pig, so he also got a piggy bank in the shape of a big golden pig. Put your New Year's money, and a year's worth of game profits into the pig's nostrils.
During the Chinese New Year, like a little money fanatic, he would hold him wherever he went, even when he was sleeping, as if he was hatching an egg, making An Meijun so angry that he couldn't find a chance to start.
Yin Yunqiu didn't understand why this child was so obsessed with money, he kissed his younger son's forehead and said, "Baby, don't hold your piggy bank all the time, what if you break your foot? Dad will be yours for all the money from now on. Yes, spend it as you want."
Unexpectedly, when the child heard this, tears fell and Yin Yunqiu was caught off guard.
What Yin Minglu thought at the time was that it would be great if the original owner was really a child of the Yin family, but unfortunately he was not. He used to end up on the street, reaching out to beg for food with the little beggars in the subway station. The little beggar was so stinky that he didn't take a bath for several days, but when night fell, the little beggar was taken away by a big beggar holding hands.
Only he stayed where he was alone, with nothing.
"Nothing is mine, only the little pig is mine." He prepared in advance, maybe when he was driven out at the age of eighteen, he would not be living on the streets in poverty. The child hugged the golden pig, lowered his face, and said disappointedly: "Dad, mom doesn't like me, and I don't look like you. I watched a lot of TV dramas who carried the wrong child, maybe I jumped out of a rock. , or it's not necessarily the wrong one to be held by the nurse sister, you say is it possible, Dad."
The child's words seemed to be suggestive, and tears fell drop by drop, but Yin Yunqiu's face sank. For the first time, he did not comfort the crying child, but said in a cold tone: "Who is talking nonsense in front of you? You are father's. Child, don't say such things again in the future, or your father will beat you."
The dim light in the man's eyes was terrifyingly bright, his handsome face was covered with frost, and his eyes also revealed a faint coldness, which made the child holding the pig tremble with fear, and the tears stopped, and he hid in the bed. overnight. The next day, I heard that Yin Yunqiu was furious and fired many members of the Yin family.
For a while, the Yin family was silent, and even the most lively young master was murdered. Who would dare to touch the bad head of Mr. Coincidentally, these people are very close to the child's biological mother, An Meijun.
Yin Minglu, who was angry with Yin Yunqiu for the first time since arriving at the Yin family, did not dare to mention it again, and An Meijun just thought that his plan had failed again, and was extremely disappointed. Spreading some specious rumors, trying to pave the way for future daughters, and those people were suddenly fired.
No one knew that after Yin Yunqiu came out of the hospital the next day, he locked himself in the study for a whole day. When he came out, it was the elegant, cold, and aloof noble son. His attitude towards children was the same as before, and he was even more doting. He almost asked for the stars instead of the moon, and gave the moon a sun.
He even signed his name on some property transfer agreements in private.
He thought that his thoughts might be a little selfish, but he would keep this secret forever, so that the child would not know it, until he stepped into the coffin to meet his death, just for that little face to be carefree forever and not get infected A little haze.
"Dad, why haven't you signed my transcript yet?" Yin Yunqiu woke up from his memory with a call, only to realize that twelve years had passed since this incident. Minglu's child has gone to high school, and he is currently studying in the capital. The best high school.
He came back to his senses, moved the pen lightly, and skillfully wrote his name on the parent's signature box. He didn't carefully read the teacher's comment above, because he didn't even need to read it to know that it must be a bunch of moral, intellectual, physical, and artistic labor. Complimentary words.
Hearing the words on the transcript, Yin Zhongyuan squinted his eyes and probed over, and said, "How much did you take the test? Is it the first place? Well, it's the first in the grade again, not bad! It's even better than your dad back then. , your dad never came first." He thought to himself, this nephew of his is really a precious phoenix egg, smart and capable, and he has a lot to look at.
"Of course." Yin Minglu proudly raised his chest. If you want to be excellent, you have to be the best. He took a photo of the transcript and sent it to the male god. He was even happier after receiving the praise.
"This female student surnamed Jiang is not bad either. Although it's ten points worse than you, she is very good at taking the second place every time." Yin Zhongyuan pointed to the second place. Very impressed, "This female classmate seems to have been your classmate since elementary school, which is quite a coincidence. Did I go to your sports meeting last time and saw that thin, wicker-like, pretty guy? little girl?"
The reason why he still remembered it was because the little girl had been hovering near them, and those eyes seemed to have something to say.
"It's quite a coincidence that it's her." Yin Minglu nodded, isn't it? Could it be a coincidence that it was intentional
I don't know what Jiang Mingqin thinks. Since elementary school, she has always been interested in being in the same class with him. She likes to compete with him in everything. Whatever competition he participates in, she rushes to sign up. It seems that she wants to overwhelm him. It didn't seem like it meant that, for fear of what he would look like.
In this regard, Yin Minglu doesn't care. Anyway, as soon as he signed up for sports events and math competitions, Jiang Mingqin flinched. He obviously knew that this aspect was not his forte. She broke the school record, and she followed the girls in the class and could only be a cheerleader next to her, becoming a foil.
After asking Yin Yunqiu to sign, Yin Minglu put away the transcript and took it to school the next day.
He originally ran to school, but halfway through, he realized that he was up late today. He might not have enough time to run to school, and he didn't have any coins with him, so he took out his mobile phone to scan a small yellow car on the roadside, and rushed to School.
After stepping into the classroom, I saw my good buddy, Zheng Jiangning, the demon king of the Zheng family, wearing a pair of sunglasses, swaggeringly sitting on the seat, and a black earphone plugged into his ear.
Yin Minglu pulled it down and listened to it. There were English news from foreign radio stations screeching inside. He joked: "I was listening to English, so serious, Ning, it's not like you. And these sunglasses, what do they look like, old man. Class is coming, pick it up soon."
"Isn't this what the old class called to sign yesterday?" Zheng Jiangning replied with a grinning expression, "Of course you're the first in the test, it's not a lie, I'll take the score sheet back, and you can compare it all the year round. , my dad got angry immediately and picked up a feather duster and wanted to beat me. When I saw something was wrong, I quickly ran away, but my dad, a thief, immediately collapsed with his chest covered. I thought I was dizzy. , ran back to help him, and was caught and beaten."
Having said this, he couldn't help but touch the eye area again and let out a pained cry. That voice was absolutely real, and Yin Minglu felt a little bit worried when he heard it, thinking that it is fortunate that the Yin family does not advocate stick education, but it is also possible that his performance is too good, and it is not his turn to have a stick
"Speaking of which, what's the matter with your hairstyle? I came here on a bicycle again today? Quickly comb, it's too messy, we'll have to walk in a square in a while." Zheng Jiangning took out a comb from the drawer and handed it to Yin Minglu .
Yin Minglu took it and casually stroked his messy hair before putting it down.
Jiang Mingqin, who has been paying attention to Yin Minglu since he walked into the classroom, interrupted at this time and said softly, "Classmate Yin Minglu, isn't your family rich? Why did you come here on a shared bicycle?" In fact, she thought The question is, is it because your father doesn't like you, so he doesn't send a car to see you, so you can only come here by bicycle. Although she knew that it was impossible to think about it with her toes, she just wanted to ask a few more questions, so that she could feel more at ease.
Zheng Jiangning didn't know the relationship between the two, so he only regarded Jiang Mingqin as an ordinary classmate, so he said: "Oh, you don't know, these damn rich people, the more money they get, the more stingy they get. There are clearly a dozen sports cars in the garage. There are also four or five drivers, just want to exercise, run half a circle around the moat every day, ride a bicycle for one dollar every day…”
Before he could speak, Yin Minglu gave him a slap and said, "What nonsense are you talking about, you are one of the damn rich people yourself, so embarrassed to talk about me. And tomorrow's school sports meeting, didn't I warm up in advance?"
As soon as Yin Minglu mentioned the school sports meeting, the classmates around him immediately gathered and said, "Student Yin, the three kilometers will be handed over to you this time! Come on and run! We will cheer for you! "
"The marathon is also handed over to you! If you don't go, no one in our class will be able to go." The sports committee also said that he is most grateful to Yin Minglu. Basically, no one in the class wants to apply for the project, and Yin Minglu has contracted it all. Solved his big problem. Compared with other sports committee members in other classes, he is very fortunate to ask the grandmother of God to beg the ancestors in the class to report the project with great mercy.
"Tomorrow's relay race, what if I run too slowly?" a girl said timidly, worried that she would be a hindrance to the class.
"Don't be afraid, Minglu is very good. As long as you don't fall and you can hand him the stick, he can run first." Another boy comforted her, and by the way gave Yin Minglu a thumbs up.
Again, again, again!
Every time Yin Minglu started talking and threw a topic, it would quickly attract the attention of others, and everyone would surround him, thus forgetting her, as if she was an irrelevant background board.
Jiang Mingqin pinched the palm of his hand with his fingers, and said bitterly, but you are only in the limelight during the day, and at night, that is her stage! She must be stunning!