In the entertainment industry, you are scumbag and I am cheap

Cheng Xiangdong has never participated in this type of program, so he is not sure whether it is performed according to the arrangement of the program group as uploaded on the Internet, and the authenticity is very low.

He took advantage of the few days when he had nothing to do to make up for the parent-child reality show that has suddenly become popular in China in the past two years, and found that there are actually many real things in it. But it will not be bound by rules and regulations, and it can really bring the relationship between father and child closer.

When he was watching, Guaizi sat in his arms and watched, his little face was serious and happy at times, and his expression was very vivid.

Father Cheng, who was sitting next to him, looked very interesting, holding a big red cherry and dangling it in front of his eyes, "Do you want Bao'er to eat?"

Guaizi stared at the TV, moved left and right when it was blocked, and opened his mouth obviously to eat.

Father Cheng quickly picked out the seeds and threw them away, so that his grandson would not be too absorbed in watching TV to spit out the seeds.

Cheng Xiangdong reached out his hand and stuffed them into his mouth one by one, then spit out all the seeds, "Dad, did you go to the morning market to buy them? It's so fresh."

"Your second uncle sent someone to bring it here." Father Cheng didn't even look at him, and just lowered his head to poke cherry seeds with chopsticks for his grandson. "When you go to the TV station to sign the contract, don't forget to ask How long does it take to shoot."

"I've already read the contract, let's go for about a week." Cheng Xiangdong grabbed another handful of cherries, and was slapped by his father.

"Eat less, save it for Bao'er."

"Dad, you're so biased that there's no point. If you have a grandson, you don't want a son." Cheng Xiangdong rolled his eyes, put his hands under his son's armpits and lifted him up, "Go and sit on your grandpa's lap for a while, I'm so overwhelmed." My legs are numb."

Father Cheng quickly reached out to take his grandson into his arms, and by the way gave his son a disgusted look, "You are not in good health now."

Cheng Xiangdong didn't say a word, he said to himself that he sat on my lap for more than an hour and didn't move, that's about fifty catties of meat!

Guaizi turned his face to look at his father, and rubbed his thigh with his small hands while protruding his chubby body.

Cheng Xiangdong grinned, this is really a sweet torture.

Two days later, Cheng Xiangdong received a call from his agent in the middle of the night. The program team was coming to record the pre-group clips, and it would probably come in the early morning.

Cheng Xiangdong was quite surprised, but he didn't refuse.After talking to my parents, I slept normally that day. When I heard the knock on the door, I sat up after a while, and then went to open the door with the chicken coop on my head.

Standing outside the door was a videographer carrying a camera. Seeing that the red light of the camera was on, Cheng Xiangdong whispered, "You're recording now?"

The photographer nodded and didn't speak. He knew Cheng Xiangdong lived with his parents and didn't want to wake them up, so he handed him something similar to a script.

Cheng Xiangdong looked down, and there were some shots that needed to be recorded. He chuckled and said, "Just get up, get dressed and have breakfast. It's quite simple."

The photographer was not very old, he was stunned when he saw his smile, and his face was a little red.

Cheng Xiangdong is really beautiful. It is true to say that he has an evil face, but the tear mole is really foul!

I didn't notice that the photographer took a close-up of him through the lens, raised his hand to comb the slightly long hair and tied it with a headband, revealing his slender and fair neck, then hooked his fingers at him, "Go, I'll take you to Look at my darling getting up."

The cameraman blushed and shook the camera up and down, and passed by the living room to take a look at the wall clock on the wall—six o'clock.

Cheng Xiangdong pointed to the closed bedroom door, turned his face and said, "You just follow me in?"

"Will it scare him?" After all, he was carrying a machine, afraid of scaring the child.

Cheng Xiangdong thought for a while, then glanced at his backpack, "Didn't bring a gopro?"

"Bring it." Put the camera on the ground, take out the gopro from the backpack and hand it to him.

Cheng Xiangdong tied the gopro to his wrist, and signaled the cameraman to wait a moment, then push the door open and go in.

The good boy on the bed sat up with his eyes half-opened, hugged the quilt and staggered on the bed, wanting to sleep, but Daddy said last night that he would get up early today.

"Baby, are you awake?" Cheng Xiangdong sat on the edge of the bed with a small sock in his hand, bent down and kissed his son on the head.

Guaizi saw the gopro on his wrist, rubbed his eyes and leaned over, "Daddy?"

Cheng Xiangdong took off the gopro and put it on the bedside, picked up his son from under the quilt, the boy put his arms around him and kissed his face, and muttered: "Good morning, Daddy."

"Morning, there is an uncle outside who wants to record a video for you, do you want to let him in?" Put the socks on for his son, and after watching him nod, he turned and waved to the videographer standing at the door, "You can come in."

The cameraman hurried in with the machine on his shoulders, and stood at the door without going in.

Guaizi raised his hands and legs to ask Cheng Xiangdong to help him get dressed, while staring at the cameraman curiously. After putting on his clothes and shoes, he walked up to stand in front of the cameraman, and said hello obediently, "Hello, Uncle."

If it's not working time, he will definitely pinch this fleshy little face, it's so cute, and the eyes are so big, but it still has curly hair, like a foreign child.

Cheng Xiangdong came over and rubbed his son's head, took his hand and went out, "Go brush your teeth and wash your face first."

The cameraman stepped back and followed behind the father and son. When he went out, he saw Dad Cheng coming out of the room. Dad Cheng was quite puzzled. He only knew that he was going to record today after asking Cheng Xiangdong.

"What about mom? Did you go to the morning market again?"

"They said they wanted to buy some local eggs," Cheng's father pinched his grandson's face, "Bao'er, are you sleepy?"

Guaizi bit his toothbrush, blinked his big eyes twice and then nodded.

Cheng Xiangdong could see clearly from the side, bent over to wash his face with a chuckle, and then took a cup to let his son rinse his mouth, the boy would wash his face by himself, and after washing, he leaned up and waited for his father to wipe it.

All these scenes were recorded and edited after returning home.

Cheng's mother came back very quickly. After knowing that there was a guest at home, she enthusiastically invited him to have dinner with him. The cameraman refused, and he still had to finish the work.

Cheng Xiangdong didn't say anything, just hugged his son to the baby chair, served him a bowl of porridge, peeled the eggs and put them on the plate, Cheng's mother took out the buns from the kitchen and put them on the table. Eat at the table.

After his son ate two steamed buns and drank half a bowl of porridge, Cheng Xiangdong turned his head and said to the cameraman, "We've finished filming everything that should be filmed, and it's enough for editing. Come over and have some food together. It's too hard to run here in the morning. "

After being invited several times, if he keeps refusing, he can’t justify it. The videographer nodded with a smile and thanked him. After fast-forwarding the video he just shot, he sat down at the dining table restrainedly.

After breakfast, the shooting work was over. The cameraman called the staff waiting outside the community, and two female staff members came to the house immediately to communicate with Cheng Xiangdong about the shooting schedule.

"Flight tomorrow morning? Where are you going?" Cheng Xiangdong hugged his son with a smile on his face.

The female staff member who was talking to him was blushed by his smile, and she was stunned for a while before she said: "Well, it's written in that script, the first stop is to go to the grassland."

Cheng thanked Dong, bowed his head to communicate with his son in a low voice, the girl blinked, Emma, ​​what language are these father and son speaking, I don't understand!

After seeing off the staff, Cheng Xiangdong checked the weather forecast of the place he was going to. The temperature there was much lower than that of Shengjing, so he had to prepare some thick clothes for his son.

The next day, Cheng's parents went out to the old man's place early in the morning, euphemistically saying that they would stop joining in the fun when they were old.Cheng Xiangdong and Guaizi had just finished their breakfast when the doorbell rang. Today's program team sent many more people than yesterday, and the assistant managers arranged by the company for Cheng Xiangdong also came.

With so many strangers appearing at home at once, Guaizi was a little cautious, and followed Cheng Xiangdong every step of the way.

"Guy boy, go and pack your little box yourself." Cheng Xiangdong said this in Chinese, but the boy didn't know whether he was frightened or what, so he pulled his trouser leg and didn't move.

Cheng Xiangdong raised his eyebrows, knelt down to look at him, and said it again in French.

Guaizi looked at his cheeks, grabbed his father's hand with his little hand and asked, "What are they doing here? There are so many uncles and aunts, I don't know each other. Daddy, shall we leave today? Where are grandparents? When are we coming back?" ? Grandparents won't come with us?"

It was rare for his son to say so many things at once, and Cheng Xiangdong answered them all patiently.

Although almost no one could understand the conversation between the father and son, but looking at Cheng Xiangdong's attitude, he knew that the father and son often communicated.

"So, do you understand? Daddy told you before, and you agreed, do you remember?"

"Well, remember, Daddy, I'll go and pack the suitcase." Pointing to his own small suitcase on the side, he ran over, opened it, and put clothes in it.

Cheng Xiangdong didn't care what he was tossing back and forth to take, anyway, everything he needed to pretend was on the bed, and he would take it from there.

The girl who was talking to Cheng Xiangdong yesterday was really curious, so she leaned over and asked, "Well, Brother Cheng, what did you say to my boy just now?"

Cheng Xiangdong felt that there was nothing to hide, so he smiled and said, "Oh, he asked why my grandparents didn't go together and when they would come back. I was a little scared when I saw too many of you."

"You have been living abroad, will he be uncomfortable when you return home suddenly?"

"It's okay, isn't it just taking him out this time to get acquainted with the children?" Cheng Xiangdong didn't want to talk about these personal matters, and said happily after seeing his son filling the small box: "My boy is great, then You push the box and go out with Auntie, Daddy will come right away."

"Okay." Guaizi nodded, pushed the small box out, and the cameraman who was in charge of taking pictures of him hurriedly followed, plus the two female staff beside him.

Cheng Xiangdong took two hats in his hands, put one on by himself, and put the other on his son's head upside down, pushing the box out with one hand.

A group of hurrahs left directly from the parking lot of the community, and acquaintances who were watching the fun greeted Cheng Xiangdong, and Cheng Xiangdong responded with a smile.

On the way to the airport, Cheng Xiangdong found out who the other people were in this shooting.

"You mean Han Jiamu?" He took off his son's hat and touched the top of his head, "Master, please turn off the air conditioner."

The assistant handed him the bottle, nodded and said, "Yes, I heard that you are in the same class."

Cheng Xiangdong twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled dryly, thinking that this is really a bad fate, and this kind of show can happen.

Looking sideways at his dozing son, he sighed, come on, come sooner or later, let's take one step at a time.