The film king struggles with raising a baby every day

Fortunately, the three people are not very good at social skills, and they didn't get entangled with the director team. They just took the silk thread and started to learn from others.

After roughly groping, Gu Niansi became more and more dissatisfied with the network in his opponent.

"..." It's too ugly.

Gu Niansi hurriedly squeezed his own in his hands, looked up at the other people's, and looked at the handicrafts on the hands of the other two people. Except for Lin Wensheng's, which was somewhat interesting, Shen Qijia's hands were not much better than his. .

Gu Niansi immediately felt relieved. Without talented players, there would be no pressure. He decisively stuffed the ugly one he made into his pocket, and then continued to make the second one, preparing to make a good-looking one for Jiaska.

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Yesterday Fu Jiu separated from the members of the project team. The government staff originally wanted to take someone back to find Fu Jiu, but was stopped by the project team leader.

"Don't worry, Mr. Fu will be fine." The project team leader reassured them to take them around the village without worrying about finding someone.

After all, Mr. Fu's attitude just now made it clear that he disliked them and didn't want to go with them.

"But the village..."

"Mr. Fu brought his mobile phone, and he will tell us if there is any trouble."

The project team leader blocked all the people's subsequent words, hooked the staff's shoulders with one hand, and signaled the team members behind to follow up with the other. Several people just wandered around the mountain. It was all written down in their notebooks.

That night, several members of the project team didn't even sleep. They dragged the people from the government and discussed specific projects with them until late at night.

As soon as he woke up this morning, Fu Jiu received a call from Fang Kangjun.

"Where do you live now?" The person on the phone didn't have the formality he had in the company before, his tone was aggressive, the background sound was noisy, and occasionally he could hear hawking.

"In the village, where are you now?"

Fang Kangjun looked down at the sneakers that had accidentally stepped on cow dung, his face darkened, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I don't know which broken market."

"And stepped on cow dung."

"Pfft..." Fu Jiu, who just woke up from the heated kang, coughed twice, concealing the embarrassment of laughing, raised his eyebrows and said: "I have already lived in the village, please send me the location, I will go there lend you."

"Do you drive?"

"The bullock cart."

Fang Kangjun was silent for a while, "Then why don't you pick me up on a 90s bike."

Fu Jiu thought for a while, "If you don't like it, the highest configuration is the No. [-] bus."

"Can there be buses in and out of this broken place?"

"Rely on your two legs." Fu Jiu got off the bed leisurely. This house is uninhabited in the village, and the owner's family is working outside. After contacting the government staff, after confirming the owner's consent, he gave the house With subsidies, there is barely a place to stay.

Fu Jiu was about to dig well water from outside to wash his face, when he heard Fang Kangjun who was silent for a long time say angrily: "That's still a bullock cart... If possible, bring me a pair of shoes by the way."

"Fuck, can Qi Jia really stand up to this show of yours?"

The more Fang Kangjun thought about it, the more he felt wronged by his lover. This overly simple place was really not suitable for people who grew up in the city to play.

"Stay where you are, don't move around, lest you step on the cow dung on your shoes to other places, I will find someone to borrow a car."

"...can you forget about the cow dung?"

In Fu Jiu's impression, Fang Kangjun, who has always been cold-tempered, like a banished fairy, has no feelings, except when facing Shen Qijia, he has always had a dead face.

It was rare to hear such vivid words from the other party in other places. Fu Jiu hung up the phone, went out of the house to fetch water, and thanked the cow dung with emotion in his heart.

After Fu Jiu borrowed the small car they parked outside the house from the government personnel, as soon as he entered, the engine chug made him feel like he was sitting on a tractor.

After getting used to it, he navigated according to the location and went to pick up Fang Kangjun who stepped on the cow dung.

Fang Kangjun really thought that Fu Jiu would come to pick him up in an ox cart. His handsome face was full of disgust, his eyes were lightly closed, and when he heard the sound of hooves stepping on the concrete floor, he followed the sound and even Fu Jiu was driving. When they got to the front of the other party, there was no reaction at all.

"Get in the car." Fu Jiu rolled down the car window, raised his head towards the passenger seat, and at the end he didn't forget to make up for the knife, "Don't step on the car directly on the shoes that are stained with cow dung."

"...You open the trunk first, and I'll put the suitcase in."

"Row."

After Fang Kangjun put the suitcase in the trunk, he bought a few plastic bags from the vegetable vendor next to him, sat in the driver's seat, took off his shoes, put them in the plastic bag and tied them up, with the tip of his tongue lightly touching his cheek On one side, the door slammed shut.

"Can't you pick a less remote place next time?"

"It's you who went out of the way by yourself, and this area is going to the border." Fu Jiu drove carefully, and said to someone, "Why did you come here? Did you tell Qi Jia?"

"I said it, but I didn't tell him that I'm coming today. Where do you live now? Is there any spare room for me?"

"Only the sofa is redundant and can be given to you."

"Sofa is fine too." Fang Kangjun was too lazy to choose, and a sofa was already pretty good in his imagination.

Because Fang Kangjun knew how to cook, Fu Jiu hadn't eaten yet, and the car drove slowly along the way. Fang Kangjun asked Fu Jiu to buy whatever he saw.

Mr. Fu is rich and powerful, so if he wants to buy, he directly buys more than half of the vegetables on the vegetable stall.

"Are you planning to spend the rest of your life here?" Fang Kangjun looked at the stacked vegetables on the back seat, "If not, did you buy so many and plan to let them rot?"

"It will always be finished."

Fang Kangjun was speechless, he didn't give the money anyway, so he went with others.

As soon as the two of them arrived home, Fang Kangjun asked Fu Jiu to bring him a pair of slippers from the inside of the house, and when he was washing the shoes with water, someone knocked on the door outside.

"Go and have a look, I washed the shoes." Fang Kangjun raised his chin towards the gate, and asked Fu Jiu, who came back from putting the vegetables, to open the door.

Fu Jiu walked to the door, looked at the people standing outside through the small gap, his hands froze for a moment, then turned around and ran into the room.

"?" Fang Kangjun was puzzled, why, can there be tigers walking around in this village at will?

Fu Jiu hurriedly took the mask and hat from the room, and covered Fang Kangjun and himself tightly. After making sure that he couldn't recognize the other party's face, he walked to the door and opened the door.

Just as Shen Yi was wondering if there was no one inside, and was about to take his younger siblings outside, he heard the sound of the door opening.

"Cough... what do you want to do?" Fu Jiu deliberately lowered his voice, fearing that his son would recognize him, he turned his eyes around Shen Yi and looked at Jaska behind him.

Then I realized I was thinking too much.

He didn't even give him a look from the beginning to the end, and he was always talking to Lingling next to him.

"..."

The son can't help the father.