alternate performance

The bathroom door closed, Xu Chenhe hurriedly opened the balcony door and ran outside, nestled in the small sofa and explained in a low voice: "Mr. Gu, don't think too much."

"How can I stop thinking about it?" Gu Congran said sharply on the phone, "Everyone has a room arranged by the program team, don't think I don't know, why are there other men with you? If I'm not mistaken, It’s Yun Zhaoyu, right? It’s been a while since I’ve known each other, he takes pictures of you during the day, visits your room at night, borrows your bathroom now, and sleeps in a bed tonight, right?”

"No." Xu Chenhe sank into the sofa, curled his legs, and wrapped his right hand around his knees.

"Okay, then tell me, what did you do when you didn't answer my call just now?" Gu Congran said suspiciously.

"Take a bath." Xu Chenhe said.

"After taking a shower?" Gu Cong asked coldly.

Xu Chenhe was almost driven crazy by Gu Congran's forced questioning: "Yun Zhaoyu just came over and asked me to borrow something. Don't think so badly of me, okay?"

"You dare say you have no idea at all," Gu Congran snorted coldly, "Don't you like him?"

"You think it is." Xu Chenhe held the hot phone, but his fingertips were cold, "Anyway, in your heart, only Jiang Hua is the most loyal to you."

Seeing Yun Zhaoyu coming out of the bathroom, Xu Chenhe hung up the phone without thinking.He returned to the room, leaned against the wardrobe and said with a half-smile: "Did you call me that on purpose just now?"

Yun Zhaoyu pulled his gaze back from Xu Chenhe's crossed legs: "I'm looking fresh, shout out, don't you tell me not to call me too unfamiliar?"

Xu Chenhe couldn't refute the hole he dug himself: "Okay." He stepped forward a few steps, pushing Yun Zhaoyu's arm, "It's past nine o'clock, go back to sleep, and keep your spirits up for tomorrow's recording."

After sending Yun Zhaoyu away, Xu Chenhe fell on the bed and rolled over, his face buried in the quilt with a whine.After touching the phone, he glanced at the notice first, thinking that the more misunderstandings in the relationship would only make the conflict bigger and bigger, he took a step back and clicked on the chat interface. Who has a good impression.

Yun Zhaoyu was scratched by a razor, so he asked me to borrow iodophor and a band-aid, it was as simple as that.

He borrowed the bathroom because his hands were bloody and he needed to wash them.

Still don't believe it?Then I will record a video for you to check to see if he is still there.

Xu Chenhe turned on the camera function, and the camera scanned every corner of the room: "Look, there is no one in the room, no one on the balcony, and no one in the bathroom."

The video was sent successfully, Xu Chenhe lay on the bed and edited the last sentence: Don't be angry with me, sleep well.

In fact, Gu Congran, who had calmed down after receiving a series of messages from Xu Chenhe, held his phone and did self-reflection for a long time.

He also realized that his words hurt others, but when facing Xu Chenhe, he couldn't help but lose control.He seemed to have returned to the reckless but fearless seventeen or eighteen years old. Although he was much more patient and docile with Jiang Hua than he is now with Xu Chenhe, the strong possessive mood seemed to be the same.

Gu Congran thought over every word, deleted the "I'm sorry" that the other party was tired of hearing in the edit box, and then typed it word by word: It is you who should be angry, but you will always be more tolerant than me.

"Worry House" was officially recorded on the afternoon of the second day, and the guests gathered on the terrace to draw lots.The requirements of the game are not difficult: the guests in each group look for ingredients according to different keywords, and the guest group that guesses the wrong keywords has to contract the work of cleaning the dishes after the meal.

The hard part is the key words.

Xu Chenhe and Xia Manyue were divided into a group. On the winding rural road, Xia Manyue was wearing a sun hat and thinking about the key words drawn: "Sunset? Can you eat the sunset?"

"Think about it from various angles, such as color, homonym, shape, etc." Xu Chenhe carried a bamboo basket on his back, and thought for a few seconds when he saw something edible on the road, "I made up for the previous issues of "Worryless House" , The program team has big brain holes, and they can bring up two irrelevant things."

Xia Manyue became interested: "Then let me think about it. The sunset glow is golden red. Could it be braised chicken, duck and goose? If it's a homonym, it could be shrimp. Besides, won't the shrimp turn red when it's cooked?"

"Do you think other groups will think of this answer?" Xu Chenhe laughed.

"At least my brother can." Xia Manyue flattened her lips, "That's right, the answer that can be guessed so easily is not a difficult problem."

The two met a lot of crops that could be picked along the way, and Xu Chenhe had a new clue: "According to past experience, keywords for different groups should refer to the same type of food or way of eating. What kind of food or way of eating do you think can be picked?" satisfy everyone?"

"Meat! All meat feast, boiled, steamed and fried, hey, I told myself I was hungry." Xia Manyue rubbed her stomach.

Xu Chenhe couldn't help reminding: "We've been walking for almost an hour, and we haven't seen anyone with meat."

"Ah, they are all vegetables." Xia Manyue picked up the ingredients in the bamboo basket, "Isn't our route the only one without meat?"

"That's the point." Xu Chenhe stopped halfway to pick a few baby vegetables, "The ingredients found in each route should be quite different, so the key is not what you find, but whether the answer you say is correct."

The big brother following behind almost dropped the camera and applauded Xu Chenhe.

Xia Manyue jumped up to Xu Chenhe: "Brother Jiang Hua, you guessed it! Don't be fooled!"

Xu Chenhe pointed to the bamboo basket on his back: "We picked so many, how do you think we can associate them with the sunset?"

"Dip them in red soup and they will turn red," Xia Manyue had a flash of inspiration, "Hot pot?"

"The red sunset is also called 'Fire Cloud', isn't it?" Xu Chenhe soaked his hands in a stream and rinsed it carefully. There was a lot of dirty mud when picking it, so he guessed the answer right now. Nine is close to ten, and the bamboo basket is full.

On the way back, the two of them ran into Yun Chaoyu, who was wearing a pair of lightning bolts and rushed towards him, and took off the bamboo basket on Xu Chenhe's shoulders without hesitation: "Let me see, what are you looking for?" ?”

"Is your group finished?" Xia Manyue asked while tossing two cauliflowers in her hand.

"It's already finished, and your team hasn't come back yet, so let me take a look." Yun Zhaoyu slung the bamboo basket on his back naturally, "Why are they all vegetables? Tonight must be your team's contractor. Bowl task."

Even though he carried the heavy bamboo basket all afternoon and his shoulders were about to be crushed, Xu Chenhe still had no reason to let Yun Zhaoyu carry the heavy burden: "Let me carry it."

"Hey," Yun Zhaoyu nimbly moved away, "You guys have to do the dishes tonight, save yourself some effort."

Xia Manyue walked backwards at the front: "We have already guessed the answer, don't panic."

"Tell me?" Yun Zhaoyu asked.

Xia Manyue shook her head, Yun Zhaoyu refused to accept it, and approached Xu Chenhe and asked, "Teacher Jiang, what did you guess?"

"Chili stir-fried vegetable leaves." Xu Chenhe said.

Xia Manyue in front turned around and snickered, Yun Zhaoyu was relieved: "You are doomed."

The guests showed their results on the terrace. The moon painting group had a wide variety of vegetables, the rain poetry group had three big fish, and the star language group had two hens with their claws stuck.

Ji Boyang squatted in front of the ingredients and praised: "It's rich enough, we can have a feast tonight."

"Come on, everyone share the answer." Ji Zihan turned around in a 360-degree circle with her eyes closed, and pointed in any direction, "Let's see who it is... Okay, welcome to our rain poetry writing group."

Nie Shishi raised her chin: "The key word in our group is Honghe, so the answer is that the braised fish didn't run away."

Yun Chaoyu answered: "Rivers refer to places where fish live. Isn't the Red River just braised fish?"

Xu Chenhe and Xia Manyue looked at each other and smiled, and then the listening star language group announced the key words and answers: "Our word is volcano, and the most appropriate word is hot pot."

Then the answer of the group that painted the moon was also hot pot. The result was clear, and the task of cleaning the dishes fell to the group that wrote rain poems.

After nearly two hours of a sumptuous hot pot feast, the cups and plates were piled up on the table, and everyone ran to the terrace with full stomachs to watch the starry sky in the mountains.

Xu Chenhe leaned on the guardrail and held up his mobile phone to take pictures of the stars. He hadn’t seen such a clean and beautiful starry sky for a long time. There were countless thousands of stars dotted in the night sky like a black dress inlaid with countless diamonds. From childhood to He only saw it in Rongjing Town.

"It's so beautiful." Someone beside me exclaimed.

Xu Chenhe turned his head and saw that it was Nie Shishi.Surprised, he glanced around the terrace again, only Yun Zhaoyu was not there.Putting away his phone, Xu Chenhe left the terrace, went downstairs and walked into the kitchen. Yun Zhaoyu was talking to the camera, "I just can't figure it out. How could it be a hot pot? Is it braised fish that is not delicious?"

"It was you who had the most fun eating hot pot just now." Xu Chenhe rolled up his sleeves and went in, standing side by side with him in front of the sink, sinking the dishes that had been washed with dish soap into another pool filled with clean water .

"Hey, put on your gloves." Yun Zhaoyu wanted to take off his gloves, but Xu Chenhe slapped his hands away: "Wash yours, I don't need them, just apply hand cream later."

"I'm so touched." Yun Zhaoyu threw the cleaned dishes into the clear water pool, "I didn't expect that Mr. Jiang, whom I laughed at this afternoon, would come to help me take on the heavy responsibility."

"It's your reward for helping me carry the bamboo basket." Xu Chenhe said, "Why are you the only one cleaning the dishes?"

Although she was full of complaints just now, Yun Zhaoyu was quite responsible: "I threw Nie Shishi out, she was tired from fishing with me this afternoon, let her relax with everyone now. "

"So you took the punishment on yourself?" Xu Chenhe blinked at the camera, "Who is here to take this good man away?"

"Isn't Teacher Jiang accompanying me?" Yun Zhaoyu smiled and bumped into Xu Chenhe with her body.

The day's filming came to an end, and the guests went back to their respective rooms. Xu Chenhe lay on the bed and applied the star air conditioner filter for tonight's filming, and posted a long-lost Weibo post: "Send you a galaxy."

After posting, I went to take a shower, and when I came out, I saw Yun Zhaoyu reposted his Weibo: "I want to swim in the Milky Way."

Yun Zhaoyu's fans were no less than Jiang Hua's. Within half an hour, some fans organized their own cults, and the newly registered Weibo "Chaohua Happy Event" gained over [-] followers.

Xu Chenhe quit Weibo in a panic, never thinking that an ordinary post on his own initiative would cause so many people to overinterpret it.

Just when he didn't know what to do, Gu Congran called. As soon as he got through, he slammed and asked: "Xu Chenhe, is it fun to deal with two men?"