Jiang Ying has sent a lot of emojis. Qi Zhuguang has been using it for a long time as a collection. He also read the chat records of the two. It seems that since a long time ago, the daily chat between the two has not stopped, and it has gradually become a habit.
To the right of the giant wheel logo on the dialog box is a note from Qi Zhu to Jiang Ying—
[quarrel essence]
The time of the note is probably the time of junior high school.
At that time, Jiang Ying hadn't grown taller, but the good-looking in her bones had already taken shape. The girls in the classes downstairs would pass by their window, and they would always glance at them intentionally or unintentionally.
But at that time, Jiang Ying was already a famous quarrel in the school.
Quarrel Essence has two characteristics, one is that he likes to quarrel, and the other is that he likes to watch others quarrel.
Where there is a quarrel, there is Jiang Ying.
At the beginning, the Jiang family had explained to the head teacher that in order to protect the physical and mental health of other students, Jiang Ying must be seated with Qi Zhu.
Qi Zhu usually doesn't talk much, so naturally he doesn't have any conflicts with others. At the same table with him, there is neither quarrel nor excitement to watch. Jiang Ying summed it up as boring, and he held grudges for many years, expressing his dissatisfaction overtly and secretly.
Qi Zhu's recollection was interrupted here, because his phone vibrated, and someone who claimed to be sleeping half an hour ago sent him a message.
[quarrel essence]: [poke a poke]
[Quarring Jing]: Squad leader, your light is too bright, which reduces the quality of my sleep.
[quarrel essence]: bah.jpg
[Quarring Essence]: I think you can almost recite your script backwards. It's almost done. Go to sleep.
[Quarring Jing]: You are such an old man, and you still stay up all night. Let me show you what you can do.
Qi Zhu turned his head to look at the dim warm orange light beside him, then looked in the direction of Jiang Ying's room, got up and turned off the lights in the living room.
"Good night." Qi Zhu said in his heart.
Sure enough, as the director said, the recording of the variety show started early the next morning. At 5:30, Qi Zhu was knocked on the door by the program team. The room was neat and in good spirits, and the business was in first-class condition.
Qi Zhu's attitude towards work is very serious. Someone once said on Weibo that Qi Zhu can adjust to the best at any time, whether it is expression management or mental state.
"Are there any tasks to be released?" Qi Zhu asked the staff.
"Yes, draw a card and wake up the person on the card." The staff handed over two cards.
"Are you sure you want me to call him?" Qi Zhu asked.
"Is it okay?" The staff heard that the relationship between the two was not good. Qi Zhu asked, and they were also nervous.
"Okay." Qi Zhu nodded, "I'll do it, others may... can't wake him up."
When Qi Zhu went out, T.ATW's C-position Fu Zhi was already up, wearing a pair of glasses, sitting on the sofa in the living room and reading the morning newspaper. When he saw Qi Zhu, he raised his head and said hello.
Qi Zhu knocked on Jiang Ying's door, but as expected, no one answered.
"Is there a key?"
Qi Zhu took the key from the staff and opened the door of the room.
Qi Zhu: "..."
Follow up: "… "
Jiang Ying did not cover the quilt. He was still wrapped in yesterday's blanket and slept on the quilt sideways. The pajamas were kicked under the bed, and the blanket was half-covering a crab with teeth and dancing claws on his underwear.
"This paragraph, cut it out." Qi Zhu's tone could not hear emotional ups and downs.
The staff were in awe. Mr. Qi was indeed someone who had seen the big scene.
"Jiang Xiaoying, get up, it's ten o'clock." Qi Zhu picked up a corner of the quilt and wrapped Jiang Ying, lied about the time, pushed him twice to get up, and then quickly avoided.
Follow up: "?"
Jiang Ershao slowly opened his eyes, took a deep breath, turned over and sat up, and the words he said were filled with resentment: "What are you getting up! At midnight, people get up at midnight, and they report the time, and follow my mother's routine of getting me up. Exactly the same, is the chicken outside awake?!"
When he said this, a pillow beside him was thrown out like this.
Qi Zhu stretched out his hands one by one and steadily took the pillow thrown by Jiang Ying.
"Look, the legendary waking up spirit." Qi Zhu said blankly to the camera that followed.
The staff shivered, thinking that Teacher Qi really knew a lot.
"The chickens outside woke up early. If you don't get up again, you won't be able to get transportation." Qi Zhu turned a blind eye to Jiang Ying's getting up, and continued to sneer, "We'll all go to town later, you stay here by yourself, anyway you Those who are not diligent and do not distinguish between the five grains can not do anything and add to the chaos.”
The director standing outside the door was particularly worried that the two would quarrel like this, but Qi Zhu's ridicule had no effect—
"Nonsense, you can't do anything. Teacher Qi is so precious, can you work?"
"Go to town?" Jiang Ying woke up and quickly put on his clothes, "Is it fun in town?"
Children who grew up in the city are full of interest in this kind of rural town.
Jiang Er Shao, who was dressed and straightened his hair, walked out of the bedroom like a dog, and greeted people everywhere: "Oh, director, you are so early."
Qi Zhu, who followed behind him, took a step and cleared his throat, as if reminding something.
"You haven't slept well, you're feeling weird early in the morning." Jiang Ying turned around and asked Qi Zhu.
Qi Zhu automatically blocked Jiang Ying's words and stood there thoughtfully.
The task the show team gave them was to go shopping in the town and find another guest who was hiding in the town by the way. The way each person gets to town depends on the transportation they get, and sharing transportation is not allowed between guests.
Fu Zhi picked up the car and had already followed the car. Chi Yunkai picked up a small raft and slowly rowed away from the waterway, leaving Qi Zhu and Jiang Ying, each staring at the lottery paper in their hands in a daze.
The bicycle that Jiang Ying drew, Qi Zhu, and the roller skates.
"Director." Qi Zhu said, "I'm probably too late?"
Can't make it past noon.
"Lunch is eaten in the town, and people who can't get to the town have no lunch." The director showed no mercy.
"Then what..." Jiang Ying climbed on the director's shoulder very socially, "Let's discuss it, I can't ride a bicycle."
Director: "… "
"Why don't we change?" Qi Zhu suggested, calling Jiang Ying back from the director.
"According to the rules, if you propose an exchange, you have to satisfy Jiang Ying's wish." The director gave in.
"Did you hear me, fulfill one of my wishes, or I won't let you ride while pushing a bicycle." Jiang Ying was excited.
"Okay." Qi Zhu agreed without thinking, "You can think about it, what do you want?"
This was recording a show, not a joke. The director didn't expect Qi Zhu to agree so quickly. Qi Zhu's promise had some weight.
"Then give me a list and blow a rainbow fart." Jiang Ying said.
Qi Zhu: "..." That's it
Director: "..." That's it
Facts have proved that Jiang Ershao was very persistent in the matter of making the list. Qi Zhu promised to go back and make the list, and Jiang Ying exchanged the small note in his hand with him.
"You go, I'll take care of the house." Jiang Ying slipped around on skates, and waved to Qi Zhu by the way.
Qi Zhui was angry when he saw his scramble: "Go pick up a bamboo pole, I'll take you."
Jiang Ying: "?"
Ten minutes later, on the small road leading to the township, a magical picture appeared. The popular actor Qi Zhu stepped on a bicycle with a bamboo pole hanging from the back of the car, dragging a traffic star on roller skates.
Jiang Yingchang had never played like this before, and he was so happy that Qi Zhu was very pleasing to the eye.
"Are you tired?" Jiang Ying shouted in front of him, slipping a few steps forward by the way.
"Not tired, it's almost there." Qi Zhu said.
The town was not far from where they lived, and after half an hour, the two reached their destination smoothly. The town is remote, and there are not many people who know them. In addition, the director team has greeted them in advance, so few people will come over to watch.
"Come on, Mr. Qi has worked hard. Wipe your sweat." Jiang Ying pulled out a crumpled tissue from his pocket.
"Well, I'll give you ten dollars, go buy some edamame." Qi Zhu took the paper ball, took out the money prepared by the director's team and started counting, "Do you know edamame?"
Qi Zhu: "..."
Qi Zhu: "Jiang Zhubang?"
Qi Zhu: "Jiang Ying?"
He spent such a short time counting the money, and Jiang Ying let go.
"What about others?" Qi Zhu asked his follow-up.
The follower and the staff shook their heads, showing helplessness and saying they didn't know.
"Did we see people arguing when we walked all the way?" Qi Zhu stopped.
The staff thought for a moment and pointed Qi Zhu in a direction.
It just rained in the town in March. There was a faint fragrance of flowers in the damp air. The crooked bluestone slabs on the road were still soaked with water marks. on slate.
At the end of the alley, there was a stall selling fruit. The two aunties had an argument for unknown reasons. They stood there arguing endlessly, each louder than the other.
The lost Jiang Ershao, who did not know who to borrow a short stool to sit there, tilted his head and looked at it with gusto.