The actor is always coveting me

When setting off in the afternoon, Fu Zaitong was still beeping.

"It's okay," he patted Shen Ji's shoulder, sighing and comforting, "I'll explain it to you!"

——Tell the editor to cut that part into it.

Without changing his face, he continued: "Even if that part is cut, it's fine, the audience won't laugh at you for bringing a doll when you come out to record the show!"

Shen Ji grumbled expressionlessly: "Senior Fu, I heard it all, 'Remember to cut out the part just now, give a close-up, yes, give a close-up of the two chickens, don't give me a close-up. lens'."

Fu Zaitong: "You must have hallucinated when you hurriedly stuffed that doll back into the suitcase, and a series of gossip came out."

God damn chicken talk chicken talk.

The inn is only this big, and the meeting time is two o'clock in the afternoon. When everyone walked out of the room, they could easily hear Fu Zaitong's voice.

Xi Tong stopped slightly, and looked over in surprise: "Chicken came out to record the show and brought a doll?"

I don't know where she got something cute, but her eyes looking at Shen Ji suddenly softened again, like looking at a young child, full of maternal love, almost glowing.

Shen Ji's whole body was about to smoke, each word squeezed out from between his teeth: "It's not me..."

"Yes," Fu Zaitong replied enthusiastically, "It's not just an ordinary doll, it can talk!"

Tang Ye also came to join in the fun, and said "Wow" in cooperation, and said with a smile: "Chicken is still a child."

Even Xiang Chuan, who couldn't get used to Shen Ji, came over and looked him up and down strangely.

Shen Ji who suddenly became the focus: "..."

I don't know if it's an illusion, but it seems that after he appeared on this show, he has been in a state of difficulty in speaking.

The ones who put him in this state were Luoyang and Fu Zaitong.

Fu Zaitong couldn't figure it out.

Luoyang just wash his neck and wait.

Probably in order to match the idea of ​​his cos tour guide, the director surnamed Fang somehow turned his brain. When he set off, he brought a huge red flag and held a big horn with great interest.

Tang Ye was not surprised, and introduced to everyone: "Don't pay attention to him, although he looks a little mentally retarded, but he still has abilities."

Xi Tong said righteously: "Is it really okay for you to say that about the tour guide?"

Shen Ji was silent for a moment, seeing that the two were about to have a debate on whether Tour Guide Fang is weak or not, he had to remind him: "He is the director..."

Seeing that Shen Ji was huddled beside others, and didn't pay him any attention, Fu Zaitong rubbed his nose to make sure that he had offended him.

His temper is not very good, just like the husky at home.

Fu Zaitong quietly observed the blond young man next to him, and he seemed to have a small book in his heart. He wrote "Shen Ji's Observation Diary" and drew a cartoon golden-haired image.

Open it, and record the observation results one by one.

The most distinctive features of Lanhe Town are the ethnic-style buildings, the winding river that surrounds the entire town, and the smoky mountains.

There is a stone pond outside the town. According to the description of the townspeople, the water in the pond is very clear but deep, and it is bitingly cold in summer. It is surrounded by a large bamboo forest, which is very quiet.

The director held up a loudspeaker: "The rules of the game in the afternoon are very simple. Whoever finds Shitan first will get an extra reward of 200 yuan!"

Everyone who was originally lazy suddenly revived their spirits!

Shen Ji's eyes lit up: it's the dawn of living alone!

He was thinking about finding a fellow villager to ask for directions, and Fu Zaitong lowered his voice, "Do you want to take the first place?"

Shen Ji glanced at him suspiciously, then reservedly refused: "Thank you, Senior Fu, I..."

"I know the shortcut."

Shen Ji changed his tone decisively, with a serious face: "I have to rely on you."

Fu Zaitong patted his head amusedly, "Okay, follow me secretly, lest the others find out and follow us."

Shen Ji nodded sharply, followed in small steps, Tang Ye turned his head to look, and asked vigilantly, "Chicken, where are you going with Old Fu?"

Shen Ji faltered: "Let's... go to the bathroom."

Xi Tong's forehead was filled with question marks: "Are you girls in middle school, and you still hold hands when you go to the bathroom?"

Shen Ji quickly pointed to Fu Zaitong: "It's Senior Fu who insisted on pulling me."

……

Fu Zaitong said in his heart, my temper is getting better and better.

Out of sight of the other people, Fu Zaitong did not take Shen Ji out of the town, but walked around and around to the river bank instead.

Shen Ji hesitated: "Aren't we going to take a shortcut?"

"This is the shortest way," Fu Zaitong pointed to the bamboo raft parked at the ferry, "When I came back in the morning, I heard someone on the street say that you can find Shitan by going upstream by boat."

"You heard me right?"

That's 200 yuan!

Fu Zaitong was full of confidence: "Let's go, brother will take you, how could the car overturn."

Shen Ji hissed: "Senior Fu, don't stand up!"

The bamboo raft was probably prepared by the program team. After boarding the boat, Shen Ji and Fu Zaitong put on life jackets.

Then...began to stare.

There is only one bamboo pole for punting on the bamboo raft.

It was evident that neither of them knew how to punt.

Shen Ji: "..."

Fu Zaitong: "..."

Shen Ji tentatively asked: "How about we go back and walk obediently?"

Fu Zaitong: "I'll come."

He stood up, rolled up his sleeves, and held the bamboo pole with both hands in full posture.

Nothing happened.

The two follow-up photographers tried their best to hold back their laughter.

Shen Ji looked at him, and became a little curious again: "I will try too?"

Fu Zaitong stared at him and handed him the pole.

The bamboo pole was unexpectedly heavy, Shen Ji clenched it tightly, and pulled it twice with difficulty.

Stay in place quietly, unmoved.

Shen Ji recalled the section of the punting bridge he saw on TV, and tried it for a while, his arms were sore, but he still didn't move the bamboo raft one step forward, and was immediately discouraged: "Let's walk."

Fu Zaitong suddenly became unhappy.

He pursed his lips, wrinkled his brows, and stroked blindly based on his feeling, and actually moved the bamboo raft forward a few meters.

Seeing him busy, Shen Ji wanted to laugh but didn't dare to.

He found that Fu Zaitong had a childlike tenacity, no matter if he could do it or not, he had to try it.

Just the opposite of him.

If he knew that he couldn't do something, although he would feel a little regretful, he would turn around and leave without hesitation.

After a daze, the bamboo raft finally moved.

However, this movement is like a bus that is stuck on the street during the morning rush hour, or a car that is stuck on the highway during holidays.

Move one step at a time, leap forward, and then float in place again.

Shen Ji laughed at the beginning, but couldn't laugh anymore.

Holding on to the side of the bamboo raft, he couldn't vomit, his face was blue, and he said weakly: "Senior Fu, stop, I may be sent away by you before I find the pool."

Fu Zaitong: "..."

The two had to give up the idea of ​​going upstream with regret, and spent a lot of effort hopping back to the shore.

With both feet back on the land, Shen Ji took a long breath: "It's good to be alive."

Fu Zaitong glanced at him: "You make me lose face by doing this."

Shen Ji shrank his neck: "It's good to be able to come back alive?"

"Okay," Fu Zaitong led him up the river, "You better stop talking."

After returning to the first army, Shen Ji kept silent and secretly laughed.

The two were tall and long-legged, and they walked not slowly. When they finally found Shitan, there were already three people waiting around.

Tang Ye laughed and clapped his hands: "Hey, here it is. Old Fu, it's been smooth sailing for ten years, and finally overturned?"

Fu Zaitong clicked his tongue impatiently: "Say a few words less and you won't become dumb." After a pause, he looked at Shen Ji, as if he felt a little embarrassed, and didn't beep any more, "This time I made a mistake, I will definitely take you to take the first place next time."

Shen Ji smiled: "It's okay, Senior Fu, you just fell down."

Xiang Chuan was the first to find this place.

He was very suspicious of the purpose of Shen Ji and Fu Zaitong slipping away alone, followed up secretly, heard the conversation between the two with the tip of his ears, while the two were still there tossing the bamboo raft, first sneaked up the river bank, and found Shitan .

No.1 planted the red flag presented by the director, and then everyone took pictures beside the stone pool as a souvenir.

Fu Zaitong sat on a rock, lazily looking at Shen Ji, who was squatting beside the stone pool curiously to see if there were any fish in it.

Tang Ye's teasing words just now flashed across his mind.

Smooth sailing.

Everyone thinks that he has gone smoothly and is a natural winner in life.

In fact, Fu Zaitong is not so smooth sailing.

Five years ago, his acting career suffered a blow, and there were also big and small shocks in other areas.

Mental fatigue made him slump, in order to hide from Gao Ming who was arresting him everywhere, he ran to the backstage of a quiet abandoned theater and got drunk.

In the haze, there was a sudden burst of guitar playing and singing from the front desk.

That voice was clean and clear, with strong penetrating power, and contained amazing vitality.

Woke him up all at once.

It was a song that Fu Zaitong had never heard before. It was clearly enthusiastic and high-spirited, full of vitality like that voice, but it also concealed a sense of helplessness, as if singing for the last time, exhausting all its strength.

He woke up, his body was paralyzed by alcohol, and his movements were slow. When he staggered to the edge of the curtain and opened a corner of the curtain, he saw a figure carrying a guitar and disappearing at the door.

The man was wearing a hat, with a tall and thin back, a white T-shirt, and a guitar on his back. His broken hair was blurred in the light and shadow, and in the hazy light and shadow, he had a different kind of holiness.

At that moment, he was almost an angel in Fu Zaitong's heart.

When Gao Ming found him, he had already sobered up, sat on the ground, and told Gao Ming about it seriously.

Manager Gao was carrying a bucket of water with ice, without a trace of expression on his face, he poured the water down from head to head and body: "You are dreaming again, wake up."

Over the years, Fu Zaitong has met many people with similar voices, but after listening to their songs, they are definitely not them.

Sometimes Fu Zaitong would wonder in a daze: Could it really be just a dream?

But that day, when he accidentally clicked on the playing video on the screen and heard Shen Ji's voice, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he was almost certain in his heart: this is the voice, and he is the person you are looking for.

But because he found the wrong person several times, Fu Zaitong still wanted to hear Shen Ji sing a song.

He was thinking endlessly, and suddenly heard a "plop".

Immediately, Xi Tongwei exclaimed: "Chicken!"

Fu Zaitong suddenly recovered.

The little golden retriever disappeared from sight, he froze slightly, realized what happened, and jumped into the pool without hesitation.

The icy cold pool water hit from all directions, and the chills stood on end.

Shen Ji couldn't swim, so he fluttered around in a panic. When he sensed someone approaching, he subconsciously entangled him.Fu Zaitong supported his waist, patted him lightly, and comforted him in a low voice: "Don't be afraid."

With slowly leaning on the shore.

Shen Ji was first pulled up by Tang Ye and Xi Tongwei, but Fu Zaitong didn't ask anyone to pull him up, so he climbed up by himself.

He glanced at Shen Ji, who was coughing and coughing with blue lips, with a calm face, and looked coldly at Xiang Chuan, who looked flustered.

"explain?"

The author has something to say: Too stuck. TUT sat in front of the computer for six or seven hours, as if back when I just learned to type on the computer