don't like you

Song Jing from selling candied haws, to some extent fully demonstrated the role of good-looking.

He took the ordinary five bunches of hawthorn and candied haws prepared by the program group to the next stop of the wooden horse, shook it twice and smiled slightly.

The meaning of selling candied haws is self-evident.

Children subconsciously want to be close to gentle, kind and good-looking people, and the good-looking brother holds candied haws in his hands.

So many children who got off the wooden horse looked at Song Jingcong and stayed where he was, and watched helplessly that he didn't want to leave.

The children raised their fair faces and called out to Song Jingcong's brother in a childlike voice. Song Jingcong wanted to give away all the candied haws in his hand. Anyway, the program team didn't take their money this time. He made it up himself.

But there are too many monks and too little porridge, and these few candied haws are not enough. Song Jingcong felt worried, looking at the stars in the eyes of the children, it was really difficult to choose.

Song Jing had an idea and strode to the stall owner who actually sold candied haws not far away. With a big wave of his hand, he bought all the candied haws with money and went back to a group of children, handing them one by one.

The parents standing next to him didn't expect this to be the case. They hurriedly stuffed the money into Song Jingcong's hands. Still a kid.

Song Jing, on the other hand, was never ashamed to accept money, and always had a conscience to cheat money with his face.

"When I grow up, I want to sell candied haws like my brother." A little girl with ponytails put money in front of Song Jingcong and announced loudly in a childish voice.

Song Jingcong handed her a bunch of rock sugar strawberries and asked with great interest, "Why?"

"Because... because selling candied haws will be liked by many children." The little girl hid behind her mother who was holding her hand, and said the answer.

"Then do you like candied haws or elder brother?" Song Jingcong blinked and asked with a smile.

The little girl pointed her fingers in confusion, and said embarrassedly: "I like candied haws, but I like my brother even more."

The mother smiled and nodded her daughter's head, she knows how to touch porcelain at such a young age.

Song Jingcong nodded to express his satisfaction with the answer. He gently pinched the little girl's face, "If you don't sell candied haws, many people will like you."

When Zhong Shufang passed by the merry-go-round again, the melody of Mom and Dad going to work and me going to kindergarten still lingered in his mind. Generally speaking, it was very upbeat.

At this moment, I saw Song Jingcong handing out candied haws with an obedient and soft smile. The sun shrouded him, and he looked like he had grown wings from a distance.

Such a virtuous appearance really stoked the heart of the calm Zhong Shu, who couldn't help but chuckled inwardly, and then squeezed into the group of children without shame.

Song Jing felt that the sun was covered and looked up to see Zhong Shufang, tall and crowded among a group of small beans, with a grin on his face.

The NPC next to him who was entangled in whether Song Jing's appearance was a mission or not was dumbfounded.

The children were very playful, they took the candied haws and thanked their brother, and ran off to play other projects, leaving Zhong Shufang obediently standing there with his hands down, looking at Song as if he wanted the candied haws but was embarrassed to ask. Jing Cong.

There are waves in the eyes, all of which are Song Jingcong's figure.

Song Jingcong smiled and handed the last candied haws left in his hand to Zhong Shufang. The record of this program can't refute the face of the senior.

Zhong Shufang was not shy, and immediately took a bite, and the sweet icing hit his heart.

Other children have it. Although he is not a child, he also has this.

The NPC's brain is running fast. Although selling candied haws has become selling candied haws and loose candied haws, Song Jingcong still has a lot of money that parents are embarrassed to force. In addition, he has a very good impression of Song Jingcong. Can't bear to count him out.

Song Jingcong took the new badge and proudly showed it to the camera.

In the evening, the progress of the two teams was almost the same, and they were only missing the only sign.According to the clues left by the program group, the group went around and finally met happily in front of the haunted house.

The eight guests are all staunch materialists, with cold faces facing the haunted house decoration paintings with green faces and fangs, and even gathered together to complain about the childishness of the program group.

Who are you scaring?Can't scare anyone.

Planner: ...Then what, she is quite afraid of haunted houses.

When I went in, I found that the program team had spent a lot of money to clear the haunted house. Excluding the staff who played the role of the lonely ghost, there were only eight of them left in the huge room.

The air-conditioning in the haunted house is fully turned on, and the place where the eyes can see is pitch black. From time to time, there are shadows with blood floating in front of the eyes. With the miserable background music and wailing, the atmosphere is very scary.

Jiang Shili rubbed his arms and blinked vigorously, trying to adapt to the darkness as soon as possible.

The sound of teeth grinding suddenly exploded in her ears, and Jiang Shili felt something wet and sticky dripping onto her face.

"Ah!" She screamed and jumped to the side, raised her hand to wipe her face, the plasma was very realistic.

Jiang Shili's voice brought them into the atmosphere immediately, Shi Yi panicked and wanted to grab Xia Ze's hand, but the cold touch made her shiver.Shi Yi threw away her hand like an electric shock, and a "pop" sounded in the darkness. Xia Ze was on her right and was about to reach out to hold her, but was caught right now.

There was Jiang Shili and Shiyi who slapped him in the face like lightning. The staunch materialist looked at the ghostly painting outside and felt nothing in his heart, but when he was in the haunted house, he still... Quite scary.

Later, Song Jingcong casually swept away the white skeleton that blocked the way, who would have thought that most of the shelf was suspended when it was placed on the table. Song Jingcong pushed it casually, and half of the white skeleton fell apart as if drinking fake wine. Gulu Gulu rolled around twice and stopped at Song Jingcong's feet, with a faint green light in his eyes.

Song Jingcong: ...

He stared at the head silently for a second, muttering "sorry, sorry", picked it up and put it on the table.

Seeing that the fake didn't scare him, the conscientious staff started to act. The long-haired female ghost in white clothes and green fluorescent powder patted Song Jing on his left shoulder from behind. Song Jing turned his head to the right, and the female ghost The ghost was waiting for him on the right side after patting his shoulder. He opened his mouth, and a long red tongue fell out.

Xiao Song reached out to catch the fake tongue, couldn't help but burst out laughing to show that he was really not afraid, and bowed slightly to the staff who played the female ghost, "I'm sorry, I've worked hard."

The staff froze in place dumbfounded, this was the first time she had seen such a courageous Omega.

It was also the first time she saw the head accidentally knocked off and the customer who apologized.

Zhong Shufang has been paying attention to Song Jingcong's situation. Seeing that he is really not afraid of haunted houses, he sighed in his heart. Since Song Jing was never afraid, he had no choice but to be afraid.