Transmigrated into the cannon fodder abandoned by the actor

Gu Qingchi actually has a lot of headaches about housework, but he has always had few things, and it is easy to clean up, but he can't see his painstaking efforts in this regard.

Soon he got the equipment given by the crew, a white towel, and an ax with a wooden handle.

The place where the firewood is chopped is in the yard, and a large wooden stake stands there, which looks like it has been there for many years.

Next to it is a pile of wood.

Gu Qingchi put a white towel around his neck, put a piece of wood on the stake, stepped on the edge of the stake with one foot, and carefully bent over to observe the angle.

Obviously dressed in punk fashion clothes, but with a white towel around his neck and an ax in his hand.

But the whole picture actually looks very good, with a kind of mix-and-match beauty.

Gu Qingchi looked at it for a while, looking very serious, and finally raised the axe, exerted strength with his waist and arms, and chopped it down.

As soon as the waist moved, the metal accessories on the trousers made a crisp collision sound.

Unexpectedly, the firewood was easily split in half.

Gu Qingchi stepped on the stake and looked thoughtfully at the pile of firewood next to him.

Gu Qingchi's side went smoothly, and Huang Hanyu's side also went very smoothly, it should be said that it went so smoothly that it made people a little jealous.

The tool given to him by the program group was originally a bucket, and there were no other restrictions, allowing him to play freely.

Huang Hanyu brought it up and found that the owner of the vegetable garden next door was watering it with a hose.

He was stunned, holding a bucket and watching people watering the ground with a hose. The uncle in the vegetable garden next door saw him and glanced at the vegetable garden he was in charge of.

"Guawazi, what are you doing? You can't do this, how can you be so backward, you are exhausting people, come to Uncle, Uncle will give you the water pipe."

So Huang Hanyu happily threw the bucket away, borrowed a water pipe from the next door, and sat on the ground. His only task was to watch the water gurgling into the ground.

Over there, Xie Luyu was picking and picking in the tool room. When he came out, he was fully armed, wearing a white apron, a muffler, and sleeves.

It looks very professional.

His movements don't look like a novice either, no matter who sees him, he will think, ah, this is a person who is very good at cleaning.

However, in fact, the floor he mopped was dirtier than before it had not been mopped. It even started to become muddy because of the water. Because the floor was not cleaned before mopping, it was too late to remedy it.

Xie Luyu looked back at the already messy floor and froze there.

He is only professional in posture and posture.

After all, imitation is a compulsory course for actors, but the lack of experience cannot be made up by imitation.

In the kitchen, Chen Yueran and Zhou Yingying were looking at each other facing the stove. The stove was the kind that needed to burn wood.

The refrigerator next to him was full of unprocessed vegetables, and there was a bag of rice under his feet.

There are all kinds of bottles and jars on the stove. I tried to find out the salt. After looking at it for a long time, I finally gave up.

Zhou Yingying originally thought that she knew how to cook, and she would cook soup and make beef brisket when she was free. There was no fireworks and it was romantic, but now, she felt that she might, probably, actually, not know how to cook.

Zhou Yingying pondered for a while, then cast her hope on Chen Yueran.

Chen Yueran swears that she can cook a lot of dishes.

Zhou Yingying turned her head to look at her with a glimmer of hope, and forced her red lips to smile.

"Ah, actually, I'm not very good at cooking, so I still have to count on you, Xiaoran, and I'll help you."

Chen Yueran pondered for a moment.

"I will make a few dishes, dumplings, buns, noodles, Lantern Festival, and fried hamburger meat and scrambled eggs."

She looked at the refrigerator, very honestly.

"In it, there seems to be nothing I can do."

Chen Yueran turned her head and looked at Zhou Yingying. Zhou Yingying seemed to have lost her color after being hit.

"Besides, I don't know how to light a fire."

Zhou Yingying could hardly keep smiling.

Chen Yueran is very optimistic.

"But I can learn it. The skills of cooking are all interlinked. It is enough to be able to cook, stew and stir-fry."

Zhou Yingying smirked a few times and reluctantly said.

"Then, shall I light a fire for you?"

noon.

Gu Qingchi turned his head sideways and wiped his sweat on the towel wrapped around his neck.

Gu Qingchi chops very seriously, with very strict requirements, and strives to cut each ax in half on average, and will summarize the experience after chopping.

This process has been repeated for such a long time, the weather is not cool, and when the sun is out again, even the photographer who does not move much and just stares at the machine is already sweating profusely.

The photographer has been following him to shoot, and he has been chopping firewood and shooting all morning with great concentration.

Gu Qingchi doesn't blush when he's hot, he just sweats, his cold white skin turns cold at first glance, and his broken hair is soaked in sweat, sticking to his cheeks.

So it looks like it's still fine.

Fortunately, the vest is a loose style, and there is almost no fabric on the back, so it is still cool.

Every movement of Gu Qingchi used his back, every move would drive the necklace on his neck, and the accessories on his clothes would shake rhythmically together, from the side of the clothes to the opening on the back, you can see his tight waist and abdomen.

It's hormonal, it's both powerful and beautiful.

When a beauty is alive, it is a hundred times more attractive than when it is still.

The ax is also very steady, and every stroke seems light and delicate.

After chopping the last piece of wood, he wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, revealing his full forehead.

Next to it is a pile of firewood that has been cut, and the pile is as high as a person.

Only then did the director react.

"Why is it all finished? There are so many cuts, too many, hurry up, send some water or something, this will make people exhausted."

The average person's physical strength is cut off by one-third, and the original requirements of the program group are not so much. Originally, it is enough to cut enough for today's use.

After thinking about it, I added another sentence.

"Send some food, chocolate candy or something, otherwise, such a huge physical exertion, people can't hold on."

Talk to the photographer again.

"When the time comes, cut this part, don't broadcast it, just give it a shot, otherwise his fans will blow up our program group's Weibo if they find clues."

He has already subconsciously treated Gu Qingchi as a wrist.

The photographer is watching the film.

"This section was shot well, it's a pity to cut it, there's that kind of, what's the matter, now young people are shouting lustful, even a glance is attractive."

The photographer also intends to give more shots.

"Even if you let him chop firewood all day, they will buy it."

The director was also relieved when he heard the words.

"Okay, cut the part in the middle of the beginning."

Over there, Xie Luyu was mopping the floor with a rag from scratch. After more than two hours, he finally wiped the floor of the restaurant that he had made a mess of.

Huang Hanyu played in the water all afternoon, took off his shoes and rolled up his trouser legs, stepped on the ground a few times, saw that it was almost time for dinner, and ran back happily barefoot.

His feet were still wet, and he stepped on the floor.

"I'm back, watering is really fun, I want to water it next time, what should we have for lunch?"

Huang Hanyu had just taken two steps when he met Xie Luyu's cold gaze.

Xie Luyu glanced down.

Huang Hanyu also looked down, and saw the puddle of water brought by his feet, and the footprints brought all the way from the door.

Xie Luyu took a few deep breaths and tried to convince himself, no, I have to calm down and be gentle to the flowers of the motherland.

No, no, it’s too difficult.

So he began to convince himself from the negative side, this time it was much smoother.

The motherland has a vast land and rich resources, and there is no need for such broken flowers and willows. Today's young people lack the beatings of socialism.

Xie Luyu had already started to get confused, making idioms in a mess.

He threw the rag, mop, and bucket on the ground, put his hands on the back of the sofa, jumped over the sofa, and shouted.

"Just stand there and don't move!"

Huang Hanyu turned around and ran away.

"Brother Xie, brother Xie, calm down!"

***

By the time a few people settled down, it was almost one o'clock sitting at the dining table.

There were three dishes on the table, and everyone was hungry, but no one moved their chopsticks first.

Zhou Yingying was no longer the glamorous look she had when she first arrived. Her hair was disheveled, her face was smeared with dust, and she was disheveled, looking at a table of dishes with ashamed heart.

Chen Yueran was quite happy with what she was doing. Although she was groping, and the dishes were all innovative, she felt good about herself and had a sense of accomplishment. She automatically added several layers of filters to her results. She rubbed the back of her head Still a little tweaked.

"It's a shame, it's a shame, the spoon I'm holding today, the taste may be average."

Xie Luyu glanced at her and was speechless for a while.

"You're quite humble."

Chen Yueran held her face in embarrassment and laughed.

"Oh, oh, it's actually so-so."

"That can't be done. You are too modest. How can you call it normal? It's too flattering to say it is normal. If you don't serve it on the table, I almost think it's kitchen waste."

Chen Yueran stood up and made a gesture to catch him. Seeing her coming, Xie Luyu got up while speaking, hugging her shoulders with her hands, and walked around the dining table with her. It's like talking about cross talk.

"It's scrambled eggs with tomatoes in the middle. Thanks to my good eyesight, I thought it was soup if I didn't know it. You see, the eggs are all mixed with tomatoes. If you can scramble good eggs and tomatoes like that, you can be considered talent."

Xie Luyu sat back down again and sighed.

"Don't chase after me, I'll just express my opinion on this powerful and tyrannical government, and I didn't say I wouldn't eat it."

Chen Yueran yelled at you for a long time, blushed, and didn't say a word back, and finally said aggrieved to Zhou Yingying who was serving the meal.

"Sister Zhou, give brother Xie an extra bowl of rice!"

A few people just made do with it, and everyone didn't eat much.

Gu Qingchi was quiet and never said much, he seemed to be well-fed.

But in fact, he is very picky, and his tongue is also very sensitive. If the food has a little smell or is not to his liking, he will not move any more.

He didn't eat much in the morning, and the others were fine when they ate at noon, so they ate a little more or less.

Gu Qingchi went back and forth several times to pick up the dishes, but actually picked out a few grains of rice and ate them. The rice was the most successful among them, even though it was still a bit raw.

In fact, Gu Qingchi's stomach has always been a little bit wrong. He used to be too lazy to eat when he worked the night shift in the restaurant.

Occasional stomach pains have not improved.

Might be hungry today.

At two o'clock in the middle of the night, Gu Qingchi's stomach began to hurt intermittently.

Probably from constant stomach pain.

Gu Qingchi is a little irritable now, the kind of irritability for no reason.

He is in a very depressed state. In this state, he is very insensitive to external stimuli, but his negative feelings about himself will be multiplied.

Whether it's anger, sadness, or sadness, it's as if they mix together to form a very special feeling.

Sometimes tears come down suddenly.

He is often confused when he notices it.

What are the tears coming from?

Why are there tears?

Obviously, he has nothing to be sad about.

Gu Qingchi remembered that during the day the program team had given him chocolate to replenish his energy, Gu Qingchi didn't eat it at that time, thought it was bitter, so he quietly put it on the cabinet downstairs.

Gu Qingchi sat up and slowly put on his shoes.

He felt that eating a little food might bring him out of this state.

Gu Qingchi was a little tired, he half-closed his eyes, thinking indifferently, at least, it would be nice if he could fall asleep.

Downstairs restaurant.

The chocolate was still there, Gu Qingchi bit open the package, sniffed it first, then frowned.

Sure enough, it is bitter, barely acceptable.

Before he started talking, there were two knocks on the restaurant door.

Gu Qingchi raised his head, and Xie Luyu was leaning against the door frame, looking over with a smile, he had a cigarette in his mouth, which hadn't been lit yet.

"Meet in half."

Maybe because he was biting a cigarette, he was a little slurred when he spoke.

But it was much lower than usual, and it seemed as if I could feel the vibration brought by the sound when I spoke at the beginning.

He probably felt that it was inconvenient to speak like this, so he held the cigarette in his hand and said clearly with a smile.

"Bite half and leave half to me."

Gu Qingchi still had the shirt and black trousers, the shirt was still unbuttoned, he used that suit as pajamas.

Wen Yan raised his eyes and looked over, without saying anything, walked over quietly, and handed the opened chocolate to Xie Luyu.

Xie Luyu looked at him for a few seconds.

He stood up straight, Gu Qingchi was 1.8 meters tall.

Xie Luyu was half a head taller than him, and he shaved his head short. With such a body, he seemed a bit difficult to mess with when he stood upright.

Then he lowered his head and spoke flatteringly, like a big dog that has done something wrong, flicking its tail tentatively.

"Angry? Blame me, blame me. I just can't control my mouth. I'm used to it. You know, I have a lot of problems. I will definitely change it."

Gu Qingchi's temper is actually not very good, and he can't simply say that he is not good.

He is easy to talk most of the time, and he can behave obediently by himself.

Because most of the time, I am in a state of little emotional fluctuation, and I don't care much about everything.

So few people will find out——Gu Qingchi's emotion management is actually a mess.

Whether it is negative or positive, he will not manage it at all, nor will he restrain it, but just let himself immerse himself in it.

So once it gets triggered to a certain point during his depression sensitive period.

He will start to get angry, and if left alone, he will become more and more angry, and he will be angry while shutting himself up.

Often this point is not worth mentioning in the eyes of others, but he just can't bear it, and his anger will far exceed your imagination.

Just like when you step on the tail of a cat, the whole cat that is stepped on under normal circumstances will explode, and Mimi will scream and accuse you loudly.

Gu Maomao is even different, he will just walk away silently, and people who step on his tail often don't realize that they have done something bad.

He has always been quiet and rarely shows his emotions. He often gets angry without anyone noticing.

Gu Qingchi usually stays alone until he gets out of that state.

This was the first time someone had so keenly noticed something was wrong with him.

Why, he asked himself, was he angry?

Probably because of the stomach ache, because it was late and he was very sleepy, because he was hungry.

Anyway, Xie Luyu came over and stepped on the cat's tail.

When the cat whose tail was stepped on was about to walk away, it was stopped by Xie Luyu.

He noticed Mao Mao's unhappiness, and patiently comforted Mao Mao.