This suitcase is really not mine

At the beginning of September in the new calendar, it is the end of summer and the beginning of autumn. The southern coast begins to plant the second season of rice, while the north is preparing to harvest single-season wheat and rice.A group of people came to the field together with the simple village head of the small village.

"This round of the game is divided into three groups. Put the harvested rice on their respective electronic scales. After reaching the specified weight, the task will be completed. According to the order in which the tasks are completed, everyone will draw their own rooms." The host added. An Xuyu was a little dizzy after hearing the rules.But the general idea is that the shorter the time, the more funds the program group will donate.

After watching the village chief roughly demonstrate how to harvest, a group of people harvested clumsily in their respective grouping areas.

"The children in your city don't know this." The simple village chief said with a smile on the side.

"You can learn from it, village chief!" Hu Jinghe said to the village chief with a smile.

……

What about An Xuyu?An Xuyu felt that if she said too much and made mistakes, it would be better to just harvest the rice.

The sun came out, and a group of working people became hotter and hotter. Sweat dripped down their necks and dripped on the ground.

Because they are in the same group as Qi Tiancheng, the two are very close.He could clearly hear Qi Tiancheng's slight panting, and with a glance occasionally, he could see that the cloth on his broad shoulders was gradually soaking through.

He looked a little fascinated.

He remembered that before Qi Tiancheng entered the entertainment industry, he was a well-known national model who had gone through great shows, but after only one year of his modeling career, he resolutely started from scratch and chose to enter the entertainment industry.

For those who have worked as models in the entertainment industry, the most superior place is their figure.

In this entertainment industry where everyone has to falsely report their height, Qi Tiancheng's height is unobstructed and fearless.

A popular post in a certain group mentioned him when a celebrity in August [-] falsely reported his height.

Other people said, "I don't think xxx is 1.8 meters at all, and there are pictures to prove it." A bunch of fans at the bottom shouted, "My brother is so tall! Evidence one, evidence two bulabulabula..."

而到了齐天晟这边画风开始清奇：“这货怎么回事啊？模卡上明明写的1.9米结果自称一□□？这年头还有往矮了报的？”底下的粉丝则是开着玩笑：“不！我们齐天晟还是个宝宝！他没有没有1.9米只有180+（189也算180+我不管我不管），你们不要造谣！”

This post was shown to him by his cousin who hiccupped while laughing, so he remembered it deeply.

Broad shoulders, narrow waist, sweat-soaked back.

An Xuyu felt that she was getting hotter.

"Your physical strength is not bad." Qi Tiancheng said something to him.

The camera brother immediately controlled the camera.

An Xuyu was silent for a while, and after going through what he wanted to say in his mind, he slowly said: "It should be, it should be, you can't, you can't hold back the great sage."

Um?Something seems wrong.

The air suddenly solidified.

Dasheng is Qi Tiancheng's fans' nickname for him.Passers-by usually don't call it that.

When my cousin and he talk about their idols, they often start with "Our Great Sage".

But just now An Xuyu just casually called Qi Tiancheng a great sage.

"...You, are you one of my fans?" After a moment of silence, Qi Tiancheng asked with a look of shock on his face.

An Xuyu mechanically cut the rice, her mind was dead.With a loss of strength, the sickle was thrown out of his hand, and it just hit Qi Tiancheng's feet.

An Xuyu turned pale with shock: "Are you all right!"

"It's okay." Qi Tiancheng looked at the scythe next to him, and said to the camera with a constipated face, "Maybe it's a black fan." After he finished speaking, he burst into laughter in a second.

An Xuyu's heart was ashamed.