don't like you

The program team said it was a novelty, but in fact the first mission was a refurbishment of an old routine that had appeared in many variety shows.

Their task during the day is to find a way to make money in the town, and to provide the ingredients for their lunch and dinner. Their task at night is to cook their own meals, so they can't buy cooked food for the ingredients, they can only buy raw ones.

The program team thought they were very conscientious and gave them a basic fund of 10 yuan.

A few people were silent in front of the blue ticket, what else can ten yuan buy now?

If you can't buy it, you will suffer, and if you can't buy it, you will be fooled?

Song Jingcong set his sights on the milk tea shop not far away, and was going to go there later to ask the owner if it would be okay to work part-time to help change wages.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the director announced that it was time to start, two people ran over like a breeze, and they had already chatted with the boss first.

It was Cheng Lian and Gu An.

...Why is it Gu An again?

Probably due to his fate, Song Jingcong looked away.

"Let's do something interesting." Zhong Shufang said to Song Jingcong, holding the initial funds given by the program group.

The other six guests were all looking for a chat with the store owner. Zhong Shufang didn't intend to join in the fun. He stepped into a stationery store and bought a pencil, eraser, small pencil sharpener and a stack of white paper.Then he gave Song Jingcong the remaining two steel coins.

After greeting the boss and borrowing a small table set up in the store, Zhong Shu placed the sharpened pencil and squatted down. It took less than ten minutes to sketch a simple portrait.

Song Jingcong looked up and saw that they were the chief director.

"It seems." Song Jingcong was really shown by this hand, and sighed.

Zhong Shu smiled fartingly, so many things he learned when he was a child finally came in handy.He rubbed Song Jingcong's head casually, "I'm making money today with this."

The chief director was staying comfortably under the umbrella watching the surveillance, when he saw Zhong Shufang walking towards him in a tall and burly manner, followed by Song Jingcong with a bright smile on his face.

?

???

Zhong Shufang didn't confuse the chief director for too long. He put the sketch in front of the director and asked with a smile, "Would you like to buy it? 20 pieces, no deception."

There is a posture that if you don't buy it, I won't record it.

"WeChat and Alipay are not supported." Song Jingcong answered the call, and their mobile phones were confiscated.

Chief Director: "...Did you draw it?"

"That's right, Brother Zhong just drew it himself in the stationery store, isn't it very good?" Song Jingcong boasted, "Director, look how much this looks like you, the nose is the nose, the eyes are the eyes, the mouth is the mouth Yes. Buy it director, you won’t lose money if you invest in it.”

The director silently looked at his own portrait. He found all of them and came to him. He bargained, "Both of you sign for me again."

Song Jingcong nodded happily, and when he took the pen and was about to sign it, Zhong Shufang stopped him. The man smiled like a fox, "It's OK to sign, add more money."

Song Jingcong suddenly realized, stopped his hands and nodded, and united front with Zhong Shufang.

The photographer gave a close-up of their faces, both of them had burning eyes and sly smiles.

"Rare, it's not like I don't have one, and I still need to pay more." The director said while taking out a hundred-yuan bill, "Hurry up, go after signing, I feel tired seeing you two."

Song Jingcong took the money and wrote neatly, "Thank you director."

"I don't know who asked me to come here." Zhong Shu didn't spare any money.

The little girls who practiced at the back looked enviously at the paintings in the hands of the chief director. They were all college students, and they came to the program group for internships with the mentality of meeting their idols. Several of them were loyal fans of Zhong Shufang.

"Ah, I also want Brother Zhong's painting and autograph." A little girl whispered to the people around her, the voice was really loud because she was too excited.

Anyway, I heard everything I should have heard and everything I shouldn't have heard.

Feeling that other people's eyes fell on her all of a sudden, the little girl realized that what she said might have been heard, and she blushed all of a sudden.

Zhong Shufang took back his steps and smiled at the little girl, "The situation is special, so it's still 20 cards, okay?"

"Okay, okay." The little girl suppressed her urge to scream and nodded frantically.

Let alone 20, 2000 she is also willing.

If there is one, there will be two, and the staff are all yelling. After all, the opportunity is rare, and no one is short of the 20 yuan.

Zhong Shufang arranged a number for everyone, and they came one by one.

"I'm so happy that I got the number plate of love! I'm still No. 1!" The little girl jumped on the spot twice, "Brother Zhong smiled at me, I'm so happy."

The person next to him couldn't hold back the corners of his mouth, so he jumped up and down a few times with her, his joy was beyond words.

When the director saw this posture, he realized that he didn't want to make a fool of himself. Instead, he divided the table in half and gave it to Zhong Shufang for him to draw.

Song Jingcong took advantage of it and sat down. Zhong Shufang drew a picture and signed it first. He took it and wanted to hand it to the little girl. After all, the little girl is a fan of Zhong Shufang, so he signed it too. The name is not very good.

Unexpectedly, the little girl looked at him expectantly, "Brother, can you also sign?"

Zhong Shufang was stunned and didn't realize it. When he was a trainee, everyone was about the same age. When he made his debut, he was still shouting at Xiao Song Xiao Song all day long, and Zhou Wenxuan even talked about brother Xiao Jing.

The little girl called out to her younger brother with a loving mother's smile, which felt quite novel.

"Okay." He also smiled and agreed.

When Zhong Shufang turned his head, Song Jingcong was sitting next to him, holding his chin and turning his pen, looking extremely obedient.

"It's so free, can you give me a bgm?" He asked with a smile.

Compared with Zhong Shufang's boring painting, Song Jingcong is too free for a person who only writes and signs. He will definitely be scolded when this episode is broadcast.

Song Jing understood Zhong Shufang's meaning in an instant, and he was too careless.

"I can sing anything, I don't choose." Zhong Shufang continued.

Song Jing felt warm in his heart, and the first song that came out of his head was the episode of Zhong Shufang's first TV series, and he hummed softly.

Song Jingcong's voice is very clean, as soon as he speaks, it reminds people of the gurgling water in the mountain path.

As if the luxuriant trees block the midsummer sun, a slightly tired passer-by sits on a stone, scoops up a handful of clear springs, and takes a refreshing sip.

Zhong Shufang was a little surprised by his choice of song. This song is not considered popular, and it is far from the popularity of drama and theme songs.

But it was one of his favorites.

"I was young and didn't know the taste of sorrow

Dreaming of wearing a green shirt and splashing ink on mountains and rivers"

That's the scholar he played, who has gone through half his life and was underappreciated for his talents, leaving a lonely and old figure in the heavy rain.

The surrounding area is still noisy and busy.

In front of this simple wooden table, Zhong Shufang kept drawing lines on the white paper. Song Jingcong sat beside him and hummed softly. The camera pointed at them and recorded it on the small screen.

Freeze frame, zoom in, each frame is full of years and unharmed.

Wei Xing found a fast food restaurant to help him earn money. He just passed by after delivering the food. Seeing a large group of people around here, he couldn't help but squeeze in curiously to have a look.

As they got closer, Song Jing's humming sound came to his ears, and Wei Xing froze in place.

The voice was like flowing water, as if it flowed straight into his heart from a far away place.

Wei Xing came to his senses and shook his head with a smile, what was going on, what was he thinking.

Brother Zhong can also draw, so he hides it so deeply. At least it is a friendship that he has filmed together. Judging by the degree of siege, other groups may not be able to win.

"Let's have lunch first." Zhong Shufang took out the hundred-yuan bill "cheat" from the chief director and shook it, "Just this one is enough to spend."

"It's not over yet." Song Jingcong happily followed him.

The child was very happy all day after being awkward on the plane, and he smiled so well that it made people happy to see it.

Might as well be happier?

Zhong Shufang thought about it, and walked to the milk tea shop.

"Brother Zhong is so extravagant?" Gu An put on an ordinary apron to help in the milk tea shop, watching people order the signature milk tea without hesitation.

Eight cups?Gu An wondered if his elder brother Zhong is really arrogant, does he still have his share?Then he wants that cup of Oreo baked milk.

Unexpectedly, after paying the money, Zhong Shufang took eight cups of milk tea and left without looking back.

Gu An:? ? ?

Who can drink so much milk tea without getting tired of it!

"No, pick first." Zhong Shufang put two big milk teas in front of Song Jingcong.

"Ah? How did you buy so much?" Although Zhong Shufang earned the money, Song Jingcong looked at the eight big cups of milk tea and felt a little...feeling for the money.

Zhong Shufang took a cup of fruit tea casually, "Don't you want to drink it? I don't know what's delicious in that store, so I'll pick it out for you. Others will be shared with others later."

It's cheaper for them, Zhong Shu said with confidence.

When do I want to drink?

Song Jing was confused, and then couldn't laugh or cry when he remembered that he had stared at the milk tea shop for a long time at first.

Song Jingcong smiled and bent his eyebrows. He didn't know where he hid a bunch of fluffy dandelions, and now they scattered in the wind, itching.

"Thank you, Brother Zhong." Song Jingcong thanked him. He didn't really want to drink milk tea at first, but now he is a little greedy.

too sweet.

Zhong Shufang suspected that what he was drinking was not fruit tea, but fake wine, which was extremely sweet.

"Do you like this?" Zhong Shufang was a little surprised, the child took the cup of white peach oolong tea without hesitation.

Song Jingcong nodded. He has always liked white peach oolong. Later, he was quite happy that the pheromones became this flavor, although his pheromone white peach flavor was too strong and too sweet, which was not cool at all.

"What's wrong?" The child looked at him while biting the straw, the dimple at the corner of his mouth seemed to be filled with rum.

Zhong Shufang shook his head, raised the corners of his mouth, and whispered in his ear, "It's nothing, I like it too."

The word "like" was protracted by the lazy voice, and it seemed a little ambiguous for no reason, but it broke straight into Song Jingcong's heart.

Song Jing backed away in a hurry, turned around in a hurry, "Then let's go."

Here it comes again, Song Jing clenched his fist from the hand hidden in his pocket.

Zhong Shufang relied on the fact that he was recording a program and that he was good-looking, otherwise he would have shot.

Zhong Shu slowed down and followed Song Jingcong, intentionally or unintentionally slightly blocking the following camera.

The kid's ears turned red, and he wanted to hide his cute appearance.