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Chapter one hundred and sixty one:
Jiang Mochen waved at him, Yan Qingchi stood up, leaning forward with his hands on the table. Jiang Mochen stretched out a hand to cover his ear, and said in a low voice, "I found out that this time, you were the one cooking the food. I'm a little surprised."
Yan Qingchi smiled lightly, imitating his appearance, and whispered, "It's not that I didn't do it before, it's just that you didn't let me do it. If you like, we can continue to divide the work like this for the rest of the journey."
Jiang Mochen glanced at him, and whispered, "It's not that I love you."
"So you want the rest of the journey, do we still divide the labor like this?"
"This way is fine, it won't change when we go back." Jiang Mochen stretched out his hand.
Yan Qingchi gave him a high-five, counting it as an agreement, "Deal."
The two of them ate, Jiang Mochen washed the pots and bowls naturally, and went upstairs with Yan Qingchi to get ready for bed.
After entering the room, Jiang Mochen walked up to the camera and said, "It's time to sleep." Then, he turned off the camera directly.
Yan Qingchi asked him, "Is this okay?"
"Anyway, no one told us no before."
"However, the program team definitely wants to use the idol's pajamas session as a selling point."
"Then what if someone is naked/sleeping?" Jiang Mochen asked him, "Isn't it just..."
"Shut up." Yan Qingchi looked at him, "You are like a dirty little train, you can't describe it as getting yellower."
Jiang Mochen approached him, "Do you know what a little train is dirty?" He pulled Yan Qingchi into his arms, "Now the camera is turned off, the wheat is also picked, lonely and widowed, together Shi, how do you think the rest of the plot should be played?"
Yan Qingchi pointed to the 1.2-meter single bed, "Wake up, the bed is only this big, please be quiet, Mr. Jiang."
Jiang Mochen turned his head and asked him, "Do you know why I suggested that we live in this room?"
Yan Qingchi poked his heart, "Sima Zhao's heart is known to everyone."
"When I was in the G City Hotel before, I was thinking that if you are not afraid of living in a standard room, you are afraid of two beds in a standard room. That is the furthest distance in the world. It is not life and death, but the one you sleep on by the window The bed, I slept on the bed next to the wall, obviously not too far away, but I just couldn't get over it."
"Then why didn't you turn off the camera?"
"I didn't think of that at the time."
"So you figured it out now?"
"The main reason is that we are sleeping, and there is nothing to shoot under normal circumstances, and an actor like me who takes a serious line must not be too down-to-earth and leave room for fans to fantasize, so how can fans see me immediately? What kind of pajamas to wear, what kind of sleeping position I am in. These were all agreed upon when Wu Yuan signed the agreement with the program team. Basically, what I don’t want to record and what I don’t want to be cut out and broadcast will follow my wishes. It’s all because of you before Shan Shang always said that the two of us are puppy love high school students, and the director is the teaching director, so I didn't realize it until I got down the mountain, otherwise we would have to sleep in separate beds that night."
Yan Qingchi pushed him, "You have to know that a proper distance helps to produce beauty."
"I think you are so beautiful at such a close distance."
Yan Qingchi couldn't help laughing, "You really are getting better at talking."
"It's all said from the bottom of my heart."
"Okay, let's go wash up quickly, it's time to sleep."
Jiang Mochen hugged him, and asked expectantly, "Can we wash together?"
Yan Qingchi smiled, "Of course not."
The standard answer, Jiang Mochen thought, he let go of Yan Qingchi, "Then hurry up."
"Yeah." Yan Qingchi turned and went to the bathroom.
The two of them washed up one after another and squeezed together on the single bed. This bed was still a bit narrow for two adult men, so Jiang Mochen simply hugged Yan Qingchi in his arms, which made him feel more comfortable.
"That's what you planned from the beginning, right?" Yan Qingchi asked him.
Jiang Mochen didn't hide anything, "That's right, but now it seems that this house is pretty good, with its own bathroom, and with the door closed, we can hide inside without going out."
Yan Qingchi chuckled, "That's true."
Jiang Mochen looked down at him, "Do you feel crowded?"
"Isn't this the effect you want?"
"Do you think this is a bit like the love in college? Two people like each other, cooperate tacitly when they are outside, go back to the dormitory and close the door, and squeeze each other on a dormitory bed. Although they have no money, they are very happy." sweet."
"We are rich," Yan Qingchi reminded him, "we are the richest among all the people present."
"Is it important to have money?" Jiang Mochen was almost pissed off by him, "The important thing is that feeling, feeling!"
Yan Qingchi smiled, "So you want to simulate a puppy love in high school with me, and now start to simulate a college love?"
"Can't you? Graduating from high school means it's time to go to college."
"Okay." Yan Qingchi cooperated very much, "Then it's really not easy for us. From high school to university, we have persisted for so long, and we can be regarded as a model couple."
"What's your high school like?" Jiang Mochen asked suddenly. He had only seen Yan Qingchi's high school in the previous materials, but there were obviously problems in many places in the materials he asked someone to investigate, so Jiang Mochen had already seen Yan Qingchi's high school. I don't even believe that information. Speaking of this topic now, Jiang Mochen couldn't help being a little curious, what was Yan Qingchi's high school life like that he didn't see and didn't participate in
Yan Qingchi thought about it, his high school life was quite good, with excellent grades, loyal friends, harmonious family, nothing wrong with him. It's just that it was his high school, not the original owner's high school. Yan Qingchi was afraid that what he said would be wrong, so he just said, "Just like everyone else, very good looking."
Jiang Mochen felt that the answer was too general, and asked, "At that time, did you like anyone? Or what kind of person did you like?"
Yan Qingchi didn't really want to continue the topic of his high school with him, and was always worried that if he said something wrong, it would make Jiang Mochen suspicious. He raised his head and kissed Jiang Mochen with a smile, "Don't just ask me, do you like someone in high school? What type do you like?"
"I didn't. At that time, I didn't have the heart to think about it."
"me too."
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"real?"
Yan Qingchi nodded and looked at him with a slight smile.
Jiang Mochen looked at him, couldn't help but bowed his head to kiss him, Yan Qingchi stretched out his arms to hug him, and couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief after kissing back, thinking, this topic can be regarded as over.
Because of the objective factors of the bed, the two embraced closer this night than before, probably because they were both afraid that they would fall if they didn't stay.
When Yan Qingchi woke up the next morning, he looked at his watch, it was only 7 o'clock. He always got up earlier than Jiang Mochen, but usually he could play with his mobile phone while waiting for him to wake up. Now that his mobile phone has been confiscated, it is inevitably a bit boring.
Yan Qingchi scratched Jiang Mochen's Adam's apple, then scratched his chin, Jiang Mochen reached out and grabbed his fussy right hand, his voice was a little low before he woke up, "Don't make trouble, let me sleep for a while."
Yan Qingchi had no choice but to nestle in his arms and wait for him to wake up.
Jiang Mochen slept for more than half an hour before waking up. While kissing him, he asked him, "Why did you wake up so early?"
"It's getting late, my normal routine."
"You don't even have to be jet-lagged, you don't feel tired."
"I'm young, I'm not tired."
"Yeah, I'm 6 years older than you, but I'm not older than you."
Yan Qingchi kissed his chin to please him, "You are not old, you are young."
Jiang Mochen hugged him, lowered his head and wanted to kiss him, Yan Qingchi quickly pushed him away, "Go and brush your teeth! Don't brush your teeth and don't kiss! This is the principle!"
Jiang Mochen thought that he would be defeated by this principle every time he got up in the morning and prepared to be gentle with him for a while, so he reached out and rubbed Yan Qingchi's hair fiercely, "You stick to the principle."
Yan Qingchi grabbed his troublesome hand and slapped him twice, "This is my good quality, I am such a person who sticks to principles."
"Yes yes yes." Jiang Mochen pinched his face with a smile, turned over and got out of bed when Yan Qingchi wanted to fight back, "I'm going to wash up, remember to replenish me when you come back."
"Huh, that's a beautiful thought." Yan Qingchi also got out of bed, walked to the curtains and opened them. The moment the sun shone in, he felt that his electricity was fully charged in an instant, and he could run downstairs for a thousand years. Meter.
Yan Qingchi walked to the balcony and looked at the streets of the city in the morning. The sky was blue, the leaves were lush, and the sun shone on the road, elongating the shadows of the trees. The people on this street hadn't come out for activities yet. The whole street was empty, but it was full of peace and warmth.
"Good morning." Yan Qingchi said softly.
He looked at the street scene outside, and the sun slowly shone on the small balcony and on his body. He was basking in the sun comfortably, feeling the gentleness from the sun.
When Jiang Mochen found him, he saw him looking into the distance comfortably, basking in the sun, he stepped forward and hugged him from behind, Yan Qingchi turned his head, "Have you washed?"
"Ok."
"Then it's my turn."
As Yan Qingchi said, he was about to break away from him and wash up. However, Jiang Mochen hugged him very tightly, "It was agreed just now, I will replenish it when I come back."
"I'm clearly talking about the beauty of thinking."
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"Yeah, I didn't hear that."
"Then you seem to be really old, and your ears are not working well." Yan Qingchi pretended to be melancholy.
Jiang Mochen: ...
"It's early in the morning, can't you say something nice?" Jiang Mochen was helpless.
Yan Qingchi smiled, "Good morning." He said with his eyes bent.
"anything else?"
Yan Qingchi shook his head, "Not anymore."
Jiang Mochen frowned.
Yan Qingchi broke free from his embrace in an instant, "We'll talk about the rest in the evening, and that's all in the morning."
He said, blew a kiss to Jiang Mochen, turned around and walked towards the bathroom.
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Jiang Mochen looked at his back and smiled unconsciously. He felt that Yan Qingchi was like a pool of water, sometimes quiet and gentle, but sometimes jumping and agile. When he is mature, you don't think he is like a young man who just graduated from college. When he is lively, you feel that he is still a boy full of childlike innocence. However, no matter which one it is, Jiang Mochen feels that he likes it very much, because no matter which one he looks like, it is Yan Qingchi's most authentic look—the one he likes the most.
Yan Qingchi washed up and Jiang Mochen closed the door and went down the stairs together. Li Mo was setting breakfast for everyone. When she saw the two of them coming down, she was stunned. She looked at the clothes of Yan Qingchi and Jiang Mochen, not sure. Said, "Are you brothers in costume?"
Mo Xiaoxiao laughed instantly.
Li Mo turned to look at Mo Xiaoxiao, "Sister Xiaoxiao, did you two agree before? Why are you like this, cos twins?"
Yan Qingchi looked at Mo Xiaoxiao upon hearing the words, only to realize that Mo Xiaoxiao and Zhang Ningwei were wearing girlfriend outfits. Mo Xiaoxiao wears a pink plaid shirt and white pleated skirt, while Zhang Ningwei wears a blue plaid shirt and white pleated skirt.
Mo Xiaoxiao waved at him and said with a smile, "It seems we want to go together."
Yan Qingchi denied with a guilty conscience, "No, no, Brother Chen and I are purely coincidental. We want to wear something simple when we go out to play. You know, our boys don't have more clothes than your girls, so we bump into each other easily. On the contrary. You two, don't girls like bumping shirts?"
"That's an ordinary girl. Weiwei and I are not afraid, and we don't all wear the same clothes."
Yan Qingchi nodded, "It's really a coincidence."
"What a coincidence," Li Mo said, "you can form two couples, but I won't let you form, otherwise the fans of the two brothers will probably be angry. And..." Her eyes were on Yan Qing Chi and Jiang Mochen turned around, laughed a few times, and said nothing more.
Yan Qingchi didn't understand what she was and what, and turned to Jiang Mochen, "Did you understand the second half of her sentence and what?"
Jiang Mochen shook his head, "Don't guess what the young girl is thinking, you won't be able to figure it out after guessing."
The breakfast prepared by Li Mo and Li Bozhong consisted of bread and salad. They brought their own bread and borrowed some from Mo Xiaoxiao and Zhang Ningwei. The salad was made with the salad dressing in the kitchen and the fruits in the refrigerator. Everyone knew that they checked in in a hurry last night, and there was no dry food in the house, so they all understood.
Li Bozhong told everyone about today's arrangements during the meal, and everyone present agreed with dignity. The six groups of guests ate quickly, picked up their bags, and went out together.
Li Mo and Li Bozhong, as tour guides, walked in the front, and the others followed them loosely. Yan Qingchi and Jiang Mochen were at the end, and the two of them watched and chatted, feeling quite comfortable.
They got on the bus at this signboard and took the local special bus. When they got off the bus, Li Mo saw many people gathered in the square not far in front. It seemed very lively, so she pulled Mo Xiaoxiao and asked her, "Xiaoxiao Sister, do you want to go and have a look?"
Seeing that she wanted to go, Mo Xiaoxiao nodded understandingly, and Zhang Ningwei said cooperatively, "I also want to go and see."
So we decided to go and have a look.
Yan Qingchi saw pigeons on the square, touched Jiang Mochen, and pointed to him, "Pigeons."
"Do you want to feed the pigeons?" Jiang Mochen asked him.
Yan Qingchi nodded, "I think so."
"Then wait a while and see if you have time."
"it is good."
They followed Li Mo closer, only to find that there were several people sitting on benches drawing in the square, and many people were watching these painters.
Yan Qingchi took a closer look and found that there was a person in front of each painter, and it was the person in front of them that the painters were painting.
Li Mo was curious about what they were doing, but her English was not very good. Seeing that Jiang Mochen was right next to her, she poked Jiang Mochen and asked him, "Brother, can you ask me what they are doing?" ? Why are so many people painting?”
"it is good."
Jiang Mochen turned around and asked the black brother next to him. The black brother was very enthusiastic and explained to him that they were in a competition. The owner of the bck bar on the street behind said that whoever painted the picture most resembled a real person, then You can invite him and his friends to drink beer for free, and you can drink any beer in the store.
Jiang Mochen asked him how to judge who painted the most like him
The little brother said, it's very simple, just show the person you drew the picture to, if the other person thinks it looks alike, it looks like it, if the other person doesn't think it looks like it, then it doesn't look like it. If the other party likes to draw hand-painted pictures, they can also pay for them on the spot.
"Do you still have to pay?"
"Yeah, painting itself is very hard, but you can pay less, and the meaning will be fine, no one will take it seriously."
Jiang Mochen understood, and told Li Mo and others.
Li Mo hadn't been to a bar in a foreign country before, so she was very moved immediately, and asked him, "Brother, can you draw?"
Jiang Mochen smiled and shook his head.
"Then among the 12 of us, is there anyone who can draw? If he wins, can we all drink beer for free?"
Seeing that she wanted to go, Yue Ziming remembered that they were on the island at that time, because of Fei Jingyu, the two groups broke up unhappy, and felt sorry for Li Mo and Li Bozhong. So he said, "Jingyu can draw, and he has a very high level of painting."
When Li Mo heard Fei Jingyu's name, the joy on her face instantly dropped by half. She turned to look at Fei Jingyu and asked him, "Brother Fei, are you willing?"
Yue Ziming shook his hand and advised him, "You go, if you win, we can go to the bar here together."
Fei Jingyu was not very willing, he felt that this kind of behavior was a bit lousy, "If you want to go to the bar, we can just go directly, why do we rely on this?"
"We don't have much money, so of course we have to save some money." Yue Ziming persuaded.
"I didn't learn to draw to participate in this kind of competition." Fei Jingyu looked at those who were drawing on the bench, and said disdainfully, "It's a shame."
Jiang Mochen frowned, and Yan Qingchi also felt that this was not very pleasant to hear, "Fei Jingyu," he reminded, "Even if you don't like it, don't say it, they are here to play a game, just for fun. We didn't steal or rob, there is nothing to be ashamed of. Besides, we are in other people's territory. If you say that, others can't understand Chinese. I understand. When the time comes to fight, we may not be able to get out of it. here."
"What do you know?" Fei Jingyu looked at him, "Can you draw? Have you ever learned how to draw? A painter who shows off his painting skills in public for a few free glasses of beer and asks others to comment on it. It's shameful. Professional painters only participate in the prescribed competitions, understand?"
Fei Jingyu said, his tone was full of contempt, he was not afraid of Yan Qingchi, even if Yan Qingchi quarreled with him, he thought it would be a good thing instead. Before Fei Jingyu came to this show, his agent had said to him - black and red are also red. The entertainment industry has never been afraid of a lot of black fans, nor is it afraid of black red, what is most afraid of is obscurity. Fei Jingyu and his manager analyzed the recording guests, and finally, they focused on Yan Qingchi.
For them, Jiang Mochen was too aggressive, and Fei Jingyu couldn't reach even with a ladder, and the other people might be as well-known as him, or not as famous as him. Only Yan Qingchi is more famous than him, but his debut time is not too long, and his fans are not crazy. If he can be tied down, even if it is to quarrel on the show and become a rival, then it is worth it.
If Fei Jingyu can overwhelm him in any aspect, it will be even better if he publishes a draft and pushes it to the whole network.
So Fei Jingyu is very proud, he has almost already thought of the name of the draft ""Best Partner" 12 guests, surpassing Yan Qingchi, his talent ranks first", he looked at Yan Qingchi, his tone Contemptuously, "This is the specialization in art, Brother Yan, maybe I am not as popular as you, but I am professional in painting."