The actor is always coveting me

The tasks that other people got were slightly better than Shen Ji's.

For example, "Go and help Mrs. Zhang next door to fix the broken sheep pen" or "Teach Xiaobao, who lives with her grandma in the east of the town, to do her homework."

Xi Tongwei couldn't suppress the smile at the corner of his mouth, and shook his fist at Shen Ji: "Pig is the best friend of human beings, chicken, don't be afraid, come on!"

Tang Ye seconded: "Isn't it just feeding the pigs, maybe one day you will meet it at the dinner table..."

"Okay," Shen Ji hurriedly begged for mercy, "If you continue to comfort me, I will really catch a cold."

Today's game mode is different from yesterday, everyone has to be separated.

According to Fu Zaitong's performance last night, Shen Ji was not at ease, after thinking about it, he went back upstairs first.

When I walked in the door, there was a rustle of clothes rustling inside.

Shen Ji knocked on the door hesitantly: "Senior Fu?"

The voices in the room fell silent, and then there was a burst of creaking, and Fu Zaitong's lazy voice came out: "I'm here."

Shen Ji pushed open the door, and the man was lying on the bed wrapped in a quilt, his handsome face was still flushed, his hair was disheveled, looking lazy and sexy, his eyes suddenly fluttered: "You were changing clothes just now? "

Without changing his expression, Fu Zaitong rolled himself up again under the quilt to block the clothes he put on inside, without any guilt: "Yes, it's uncomfortable to be soaked in sweat."

Shen Ji nodded, walked to the bed, wanted to try Fu Zaitong's forehead temperature with his hand, but remembered that his fingers were cold, so he lowered his head and touched his forehead with his.

"Looks like it's still burning." He grunted as he touched another piece of hot skin.

Immediately it was a surprise.

After my mother left, my father was completely depressed. He stopped talking about "resurrection" and played cards and drinks with friends all day long. .

Shen Ling was always sick. He was alive and kicking for a few days throughout the year. He was either catching a cold or on the way to catching a cold.

It has become a habit for him to take care of his younger brother, and his body has also developed this habit. Fortunately, in the team, they are all boys of the same age. It is the first time Luoyang has been taken care of by him, and he feels that he has "mother-like warmth" "compared to Luo Yu, you are more like my brother", and then received the critical damage from my brother.

...but Fu Zaitong is gay in gay!

Still very girlish!

Just about to lean back, a big hand was placed on the back of the head, pressing Shen Ji's head forward.

There was a smile in the pure black eyes that were close at hand, and the eyelashes rubbed against the skin when they blinked, itching: "Really? I feel much better." Fu Zaitong's voice was hoarse, and it was a little more sexy, coaxing Like, "Try again?"

Shen Ji was stunned for a moment, a rush of enthusiasm crawled from his neck to his face, and said dryly: "Okay, it seems to be..."

Respond before the words are finished.

He took a deep breath, and his mouth and nose were filled with the faint scent of Fu Zaitong's perfume, the mellow woody fragrance. He really didn't understand why this peacock was sick. Grabbing a pillow, he patted Fu Zaitong back on the bed.

"It seems to be your illusion," Shen Ji tried his best to maintain calmness, and put down the pillow coldly, "have a good rest, Senior Fu."

Fu Zaitong laughed non-stop, seeing Shen Ji's red ears, his heart suddenly missed a beat.

He suddenly realized that his behavior was like that of an immature boy in middle school who liked to fight around in front of quiet female classmates to attract attention, always wanting to flirt if he had nothing to do.

No way, I'm straight.

Although he's the one I'm looking for...

Fu Zaitong was so entangled in his heart that he struggled with his fingers to slowly let go of Shen Ji's braid.

Shen Ji put down the pillow, divided the medicine prescribed by the doctor into three packets, and put them on the bedside: "Remember to take the medicine at noon."

After thinking about it, he added with a serious face, "Show me the photo after eating."

It was the first time that Fu Zaitong was treated like a child, and he nodded amusedly: "Yes, can I live stream you and take your medicine later? Parents of Shen, hurry up and earn rent, our family is counting on you now."

Shen Ji: "..."

I don't know why, but Fu Zaitong has a look of "listening to you all the time", but he owes him even more.

When I went downstairs, the others had already taken a step ahead, and there was only the cameraman waiting in the yard.

Grandpa Zhou's house is not far from the inn. Compared with Grandma Wang's house that I went to yesterday, Grandpa Zhou's house looks much shabby. The house is built of bricks and tiles. The old man is wearing a navy blue cloth with gray hair and is lying on the bed alone with a quilt , with a plaster cast on the exposed leg, and the smell of medicine in the room mixed with other rotten and moldy smells, a bit offensive to the nose.

The uncle looked sleepy, and he was not enthusiastic about the visitors. He leaned against the head of the bed without lifting his head: "The pigsty is at the back, and the feed is in the small warehouse on the left."

Shen Ji was not angry, and asked a few more questions, and Uncle Zhou answered them all, but his attitude was lukewarm.

The follower in the back rolled his eyes faintly, Shen Ji was still calm-compared to Fu Zaitong who always doesn't speak human words, at least this old man speaks human words.

Pushing open the backyard door, a stench came in the wind, Shen Ji choked, and fanned the air: "... a little bit up."

The feed was in the small room next to the pigsty, probably because Shen Ji was afraid that Shen Ji would treat his own pigs with a few batches of feed. The feed had already been prepared, but Shen Ji still needed to manually stir it.

Both the cauldron and the bucket containing the feed were covered with indescribable things. Shen Ji looked up to the sky and sighed, found a brush, and carried the cauldron and bucket to the water pipe. carry it back.

"Actually, I did this kind of work when I was a child," Shen Ji said to the camera, "I used to feed my grandma's pigs when I went back to her house, and I played with my brother holding the piglets, which made the sow angry. Look at the two of us."

After the feed was mixed, two large buckets were filled, and when it was brought to the side of the pigsty, Shen Ji discovered that the pig feed trough was inside, and the three pigs rolled in it dirty. Seeing someone bringing the feed, they screamed Here, the piglets chase after the sow for milk.

He hesitated for a moment, held his breath, carefully pushed open the door of the pigsty, quickly closed it again, and walked in with the feed bucket.

The three pigs arched over, Shen Ji was unsteady on his feet, and almost fell, he quickly stood up against the wall, relying on his height and long legs, moved a few steps to the side of the feed trough, and poured the feed into it.

The process is quite simple. The program group set up this kind of task, probably for the purpose of creating a contrast of "star feeding pigs" to attract attention.

If Fu Zaitong was feeding the pigs, it would definitely attract more attention.

Shen Ji imagined that scene, and almost laughed out loud, and returned to Uncle Zhou's room, Uncle Zhou glanced at him, quite surprised: "Oh my god, I thought you were just here for a show."

...You really dare to say it, sir.

Shen Ji kept smiling: "Master, the pigs are ready, do you need me to help you with other tasks?"

Uncle Zhou's face paled slightly, he looked at him, and he was not polite: "If you are diligent, then help me make another cup of medicine."

Shen Ji is more familiar with this matter - Shen Ling drank Chinese medicine for a long time when he was a child, and he boiled it and stared at him to drink it.

He found the medicine bag and added water, and sat patiently in front of the stove to boil the medicine.

It took a long time to boil a pair of medicine, and when Shen Ji brought the medicine over, Uncle Zhou's eyes were even more surprised: "Is it really boiled?"

Shen Ji was puzzled: "Of course we must do what we promised. Uncle Zhou, why don't you trust me so much?"

"Hey," Uncle Zhou clicked his tongue, looked him over and over again, sighed and shook his head, "You are like my grandson, you both have long hair, a good boy looks like a girl, not mainstream!"

Shen Ji was shot in the chest: "..."

His appearance is required by the company, and it is quite in line with his temperament and image, at least the fans like it very much.

"Still dyeing your hair," Uncle Zhou shook his head again, "Like a hooligan."

Shen Ji continued to be shot: "...Master, you are discriminating against me. I drink and dye my hair to grow long, but I am a good boy."

Uncle Zhou quickly apologized, and said melancholy: "My grandson is such a non-mainstream hooligan. I couldn't help but think of him when I saw you, so I had a bad attitude just now, so I'm sorry."

"..." Shen Ji said, "Then where is your grandson now?"

"His parents don't care, he will be raised by me this year," Uncle Zhou pointed to his leg, and said coldly, "Stealing my pension money to play slot machines, I just fell when I was chasing him with a stick, screw it to me The police station."

Awesome.

Shen Ji gave a thumbs up in his heart, and chatted with the uncle for a while, seeing that it was almost noon, so he simply washed his hands, made lunch for Uncle Zhou, and then prepared to leave.

After exchanging a few words with the filming assistant and Uncle Zhou, after coming out, he handed Shen Ji a red envelope, smiling: "Brother Shen, Uncle Zhou is very satisfied with you, so you have received an extra reward from the program group."

Shen Ji raised his eyebrows, took the red envelope, opened it and looked at it.

In addition to the thin 200 yuan, there was also a letter and a small half of a broken map-like thing stuffed inside. There was a delicate rose seal on the envelope, and the assistant said that it could not be opened for the time being.

Looking at the assistant's mysterious smile and saying nothing, Shen Ji knew he couldn't ask anything.

He suddenly remembered that after Tang Ye received the red envelope reward yesterday, he opened it and looked at it, then quickly hid it.

When he came here, Tang Ye also said that after the recording of the first season, the program team will play a mysterious game.

It seems that this should be a game clue, and probably everyone can get it by doing tasks in the town.

Shen Ji hid his things well, and with the hard-earned rent money, he couldn't help but turn his mind to Fu Zaitong again.

It was almost noon, the uncle Zhou in the house had taken his medicine well, but the uncle in the inn did not know if he had taken his medicine well.

After walking for about ten minutes, Shen Ji almost lost his way. He stumbled and asked the way to the gate of Grandma Wang's house. Before he opened the door, he heard a familiar, slightly hoarse voice inside: "That's not it."

Shen Ji raised his eyebrows, pushed open the courtyard door and walked in, and sure enough, he saw Fu Zaitong, who was supposed to be resting on the bed, sitting on a small stool, chatting leisurely with Grandma Wang.

Hearing the voice, Fu Zaitong raised his eyes and smiled: "Hey, here we come."

Shen Ji walked up to him, clasped his arms and sneered: "Senior Fu, is this what you promised to 'rest well and take medicine live'?"

Without panic, Fu Zaitong calmly picked up a cup of hot water from the table, threw the medicine he had with him into his mouth, raised his head and gulped it down, and it was done in three seconds. The corner of his mouth curled up: "No, I'll give you some medicine." live."

Shen Ji was angry and funny: "What are you doing here with grandma?"

"Let's chat casually," Fu Zaitong tilted his head after finishing speaking, "Where did we talk just now?"

Grandma Wang looked at them with a smile: "Speaking of Xiaolei, my Xiaolei is very good, he will help me pick up eggs every year when I come back..."

After finishing speaking, he became depressed: "This year, what class did he enroll in during the summer vacation, but he failed to come over."

Counting and counting, she has not seen her dear grandson for a year, and her son and daughter-in-law are also busy, and she is alone all year round, sitting in this yard, looking forward to their coming back to see her.

Fu Zaitong smiled and said, "Then what I told you, I have to tell your son and daughter-in-law anything, did you listen?"

"I see," Grandma Wang sighed again, "But they are busy, let's talk about it when they come back during the Chinese New Year."

"You don't have to wait that long." Fu Zaitong threw the last handful of beans he picked up into the cloth bag next to him, glanced at the little golden retriever standing there at a loss, stretched out his hand, and walked out, "Let's go first." I’m going back, I’ll see you again when I’m free.”

Grandma Wang didn't expect them to leave just like that, so she quickly followed them with a cane: "Why are you leaving now? You haven't had lunch yet."

Fu Zaitong pushed open the courtyard door, put one hand on the courtyard door, and knocked on the wooden door with the back of his finger, with a slow smile on his brows and eyes: "Because we can't disturb your family reunion."

After finishing speaking, he put one hand on Shen Ji's shoulder, lowered his head and went out of the courtyard gate.

Grandma Wang was taken aback, her skinny fingers clenched the worn-out apron at the edge, and she poked her probe out hastily.

Her son, daughter-in-law and grandson arrived at some unknown time, and they were standing outside the courtyard with their things. They obviously heard the conversation in the courtyard just now, and smiled apologetically at her: "Mom, today It's the weekend, we will bring Leilei to see you."

Shen Ji was confused and didn't understand. He looked back while walking, and then looked suspiciously at Fu Zaitong: "Senior Fu, how do you know that there are so many things going on at Grandma Wang's house? You also know that his son and daughter-in-law are here?"

"Want to know?"

Shen Ji nodded.

Half of Fu Zaitong's body weight was on him, and through the thin material, he could feel his high temperature: "It sounds nice."

"..."

Shen Ji raised his head full of backbone, and looked at Fu Zaitong for three seconds.

Then he called out in a low voice: "Brother."

Fu Zaitong is like a luxurious and lazy cat, who usually does not look at people directly, is arrogant and conceited, seems difficult to coax, but is actually very gentle.

He raised the corner of his mouth and lowered his voice: "I have a script."

作者有话要说：沈霁：爪巴感谢在2020-09-3020:00:00~2020-10-0623:53:29期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the shallow water bomb: ic11012;

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: 1 Mirror Evolution;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 2 Kenji from the Yamaguchi family; 1 Jingyan;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 4 mirrors; 2 wind tracks; 1 Nancheng, Guai_, a little salted fish, and Zhu Jin;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：斯年40瓶；镜衍20瓶；何处笙歌落月19瓶；乖_10瓶；星星7瓶；安顾余生、向晚、一条小咸鱼5瓶；木溪木2333、shentea2瓶；朱小小、小菊花1瓶；

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