The CP I was drinking was torn apart by me

I can't escape, I can't run away, and no one cares about me, including my little friend Chu Zikuo. If this guy is not too naive, Duan Nanyang will suspect that he is also one of the murderers involved in the kidnapping .

Sighing, he had already begun to admire his mentality, and he was so bored that he talked to himself to the kidnapper.

"I said, brother, how much money do you make a month in this line of business?"

"I guess it's quite a lot. It's a lot of money for one vote."

"Is brother married?"

"I guess it's not over. After we get married, my wife will definitely not let me do such a dangerous job."

"Could you do this business just to save money for your wife?"

"Then we have to go the right way. Even if you marry a wife and have a baby, you won't be able to give them a peaceful life!"

"It's not that my brother said you, listen to my brother's persuasion, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, if you turn your head and wash your hands, you are still a good man!"

"Look at me, I've been hacked like this by the whole network, don't I still go the right way!"

"Brother, do you know me?"

"You've already caught me, you must know me, or you can't catch me."

"So you must know how bad my reputation is. Let me tell you, there are thousands of ups and downs on the road of life, just grit your teeth and stomp your feet, but you must not commit crimes!"

While chattering, he patted the shoulder of the big brother in the white T-shirt, stretched out his best-looking hand, and shivered the most.

He raised his other hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, lamenting his inner strength again. If he could see the forehead of the big brother in the white T-shirt through the car window, he would definitely be able to see the sweat like a waterfall.

"Ha~" Chu Zikuo stretched beside him suddenly, but just halfway, he was restricted by my limited space, "What are you mumbling about, brother Yang?"

Hearing Chu Zikuo's still slightly sleepy voice, Duan Nanyang instantly felt that there was hope of being alive again. He secretly took Chu Zikuo's hand and wrote two words on it solemnly.

"Tie, hang?"

Unexpectedly, this fool actually read out the message he secretly passed on. Duan Nanyang quickly reached out to cover his mouth, but it was too late...

"Hahahahahahahaha! Brother Yang, you watch too many TV dramas... no, you have acted too many TV dramas!" Chu Zikuo looked at Duan Nanyang's bewildered expression, and laughed even more happily.

"Stop laughing!" Duan Nanyang stretched out his hand and grabbed Chu Zikuo's lips, pinched his mouth but couldn't stop Chu Zikuo from laughing until his trembling body.

After laughing for a while, Chu Zikuo continued to speak, "Brother Yang, why do you still think it was kidnapping?" It can be seen from the expression that his Brother Yang has just destroyed him.

"Isn't it...they didn't say a word all the way...they went further and further away..." In fact, Duan Nanyang still firmly believes in the kidnapping.

"You really think too much. This is for the effect of the variety show, specially to scare newcomers like you. Think about it, how could the kidnapping not tie you up? I can guarantee that your appearance just now must have been recorded! And it will The one that was broadcast directly! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha" Although he missed the various actions of Duan Nanyang just now, Chu Zikuo felt that he would make up for it on TV in the near future.

Duan Nanyang felt that he was so stupid... But after stopping the activities for a year, he has gone out of track with the times...

"But...brother, you won't call the police, will you?" After laughing enough, Chu Zikuo suddenly thought that Duan Nanyang should not be afraid to call the police just now.

Duan Nanyang fell silent again. Of course, he didn't call the police...but...this seems to have exposed his IQ again...

Looking at Duan Nanyang's expression, he knew that he definitely didn't call the police, and Chu Zikuo laughed again, "You didn't think of using a mobile phone, did you?"

"I... don't I subconsciously think that... if you are kidnapped, you can't use your mobile phone..." Duan Nanyang rubbed his eyebrows, feeling that this was just the beginning, and he wanted to end it.

If the space is large, Chu Zikuo must be rolling all over the floor at this moment, and left according to the schedule...

Although there was a big oolong, the big brother in the white T-shirt and several other staff members still didn't speak, but Duan Nanyang's heart was still a lot more at ease.

I don't know if it is due to psychological reasons, but after relaxing, I feel that the time is much faster, and I arrived at the destination in a short time.

After getting out of the car, the first person to greet him was the director. After a few words of pleasantries, the director quietly called the big brother in white T-shirt to the side, and asked in a voice that only the two parties could hear, "How was the filming going? Are there any highlights?"

The big brother in the white T-shirt, who had been stern all the way, suddenly showed a huge simple and honest smile, bared his teeth and gave the director a thumbs up.

Without even thinking about it, Duan Nanyang could guess that 90.00% of the thumbs were given to him, and the other [-]% was probably used by the big brother in the white T-shirt to praise his own disguise.

The director smiled in satisfaction, and then lowered his head to ask for the details. Duan Nanyang, who was behind, had no face to listen, so he simply "closed" his ears.

He didn't want to hear it, but someone just wanted to come and talk to him.

"Xiaoyang, our crew needs a talent with rich imagination like you!" The director patted Duan Nanyang on the shoulder, first with deep meaning, then suddenly reversed his tone, and said slightly jokingly, "Just learn from me as a screenwriter, Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

This director himself majored in screenwriting. Later, because he felt that no one could shoot the effect he wanted, so the self-taught director, if his appearance passed the test, he probably wanted to be a pure "self-directed and self-acted."

Duan Nanyang felt a big roll of eyes in his heart, each of them hahaha, giggling, as if poking a goose ring.

After a few words with a smile, the two were led to the gate of the farmyard.

Now at the gate of the compound, Duan Nanyang's jaw almost dropped from shock. The farm compound in front of him was completely different from what he had imagined!

In front of him was a big iron door, the kind that needed to be locked manually. Duan Nanyang poked the rusted lock in front of him. He wondered how the key was inserted into the keyhole so rusted.

Seeing that Duan Nanyang didn't move for a long time, the director stretched out his hand and pushed open the door, "Xiaoyang, the focus of our shooting this time is grounding, we must have the most authentic Northeast flavor!"

Duan Nanyang, who was once again stunned by the scene in front of him, nodded foolishly.

After entering the gate, there is a large bungalow directly opposite, with grilles on the windows and corn hanging on the door, through the window you can clearly see the inside of the room, Duan Nanyang thinks that the long concrete platform next to the window should be the legendary The "Kang".

I looked at the two sides again, and the houses on both sides are a little smaller than the one in the middle. There is a place surrounded by a fence next to the house on the left. Corn and red peppers are hung on the fence wall, and the chickens and ducks are raised inside the fence.

His eyes shifted to the house on the right. The side of the house was surrounded by wooden boards. It seemed that the animals inside would be more vigorous. Duan Nanyang moved his nose. Since he just came in, he always felt a... stench, following the smell Move your eyes, and finally stop at the pig in the circle on the left...

It turned out to be a pigsty...

The pigs in the pigsty were not big, they were still little piglets, lying clumsily in the mud and rolling around, they raised their heads arrogantly, cast a glance at Duan Nanyang, and went to eat.

"Aren't you all here babbling? Hurry up and get in the house!" The strong Northeast accent pulled Duan Nanyang and Chu Zikuo back to their senses. At some point, a man wearing a liberation hat stood in front of them. Tall old man.

"What are you thinking about here? Move and move quickly, as if you are catching up with two mallets." Seeing that the two did not move, the old man urged them again, and poked them with the corn in his hand.

"Ah... hello." When he came back to his senses, Duan Nanyang hurriedly greeted the uncle in front of him.

The uncle was obviously satisfied with Duan Nanyang's attitude, he patted Duan Nanyang on the shoulder with a smile, "Young man has a good physique."

Although the other party looked quite young, but these two slaps almost made Duan Nanyang cough.

"Don't be dumbfounded. This is the village chief. Our one-month filming is here." The director put one hand on Duan Nanyang's shoulder and the other on Chu Zikuo.

"That's not right! Didn't you say about half a month?" Chu Zikuo remembered that he had clearly agreed to shoot for about half a month, so why did he suddenly change his mind.

The director smiled meaningfully, "It's hard to find this place. I've spent a lot of effort, so of course I'll take more pictures. Don't worry, I've contacted both of your managers."

It was obvious that he cut first and then played, and deceived people first.

"It can't be just us two guests?" From the beginning, the director has been around him and Chu Zikuo, and he didn't see any other guests. Duan Nanyang couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

"Of course it's not just the two of you. Don't worry, this kang is big enough to live in!" The director led the two into the master bedroom of the house on the left with joy on his face, "Here, you two will live in this house, and there will be another A male guest, live in the room next to yours."

Thinking that another poor person will repeat the same mistakes he just made, Duan Nanyang couldn't help expressing his sympathy in his heart, and then looked forward to it.

"We live in a kang?" Chu Zikuo pointed to himself, and then to the big kang in front of him, with an expression of disbelief.

The director nodded, "That's right, Northeast features, why don't you live in a kang?"

"This...how hard is this!" Chu Zikuo patted the kang with his hands, and the mats on it slapped.

"Men, sleep harder and raise your waist." The director said "you understand".

Chu Zikuo said that he didn't want to understand, not at all...

"It's time to eat—" the village chief's voice came from the yard.

"Let's go, let's go eat. The food in Northeast China is delicious!" Duan Nanyang didn't know if it was an illusion, but Duan Nanyang always felt that there was a hint of Northeast flavor in the director's accent.

When I opened the door, I saw three large round tables in the courtyard. The village chief took care of the food for the entire production crew. Of course, the director also paid for it.

The director sat at his table with the two of them and the village chief, and couldn't help swallowing when he looked at the dishes on the table.

"Today, there are pork stewed with vermicelli, chicken stewed with mushrooms, and stewed big radish. This radish is freshly picked today. It's crunchy."

Seeing people coming, the village head began to introduce the dishes he had prepared, with his face full of praise.

There are not many kinds of dishes on the table, but each dish is served in a pot, which is enough to show how much the dishes are.

"When you come and go, you have to eat pig vegetables. The pigs that were just killed today are filled with blood sausage." A woman in a flowered shirt came out with a pot of vegetables that couldn't see the color. The eldest daughter-in-law looks young, only in her 30s.

When the dishes were put on the table, Duan Nanyang never took his eyes off. The inside looked like a sticky lump with meat, blood sausage and dried cabbage.

"Taste it quickly, you won't be able to eat it anywhere else." The village chief was short of putting up a sign on it with "Strong Amway" written on it.

[The author has something to say]: The author's home also belongs to the Northeast. When I was a child, I lived in a relatively authentic Northeast countryside. I have seen and felt it all, so why can't I write it... Sigh... But the pig dish It is indeed delicious!real! ! ! !

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