Two A's are not good results!

The words that I haven't heard for several years but have been lingering in my mind all the time suddenly appeared, and Sheng Can's eyes darkened.

Yan Chuan's original intention in saying this was also to play.

He is keen to see the appearance of the usually cool and flamboyant children secretly red-eared.

However, the person who was teased seemed to have a somewhat ugly face when he heard the words.

Sheng Can returned to his previous expressionless face, and withdrew his hand without saying a word.

He moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something.

The director over there suddenly shouted: "The competition is about to start, if you have anything to prepare, prepare quickly."

This sentence was like a code, and the few people who got the useless tools raised their hands one after another.

First, Tan Qin took the lead in flattening the hollow iron rod and stacked it a few times, barely enough to be used as a digging tool.

Afterwards, Xu Xinrong also smiled and asked him for help: "Can I have this iron basin? Xiaoxiao likes to eat sixties, I have to dig it for her."

Naturally, Tan Qin would not refuse the senior's request. He scratched his head and said in a generally agreeable manner, "Brother Tan and Sister Xiaoxiao have a really good relationship."

Sheng Can silently glanced at Li Xiaoxiao, who smiled shyly, and picked up the tightly packed soil casually with his shovel.

Interrupted by Yan Chuanyi, he suddenly felt that the game was meaningless.

Yan Chuan is not picky about food, but he likes sweets.

The first time Sheng Can met Yanchuan was in Kuxia, a dilapidated building that was used as a temporary studio.

He stepped on the newly bought shoes, and walked up the dark stairs with some displeasure. When he looked up, he saw a young man in a white shirt with an indifferent expression standing in front of the rusty iron railing. .

His slightly long hair was tied back into a small bun, and the hair that was too short was casually scattered around the ear, but it did not look feminine.

Looking back now, Sheng Can still has to admit that Yan Chuan's face really has an inherent advantage.

At that time, Yan Chuan heard the movement, and he followed the sound and turned around to see Sheng Can who was so hot that his unhappiness was clearly written on his face.

Then Yan Chuan handed over a candy wrapped in light blue plastic paper, "Do you want to eat it? It's cold."

Sheng Can closed his eyes, feeling even more irritable.

Why do I like to recall the past more and more.

That's not a good sign.

Sheng Can was annoyed, so he squatted down halfway, seeming to be serious but paddling away the dirt bit by bit.

"Hey." An exclamation came from not far away.

Sheng Can followed the trend and raised his eyes, just in time to look at Shang Yanchuan half-closed his eyes.

He doesn't seem to be very good at using a shovel. After using it for so long, the hole he dug is only a little deeper than Li Xiaoxiao's.

There was a lot of dirt on the dark sweatshirt.

Clumsy and embarrassed.

Li Zhi, who had just shouted over there, was still shouting coquettishly: "The wind is so strong, sand got in my eyes, woohoo."

In front of the camera, even if other people don't want to pay attention to him, they have to surround him to take a look to show their concern.

Sheng Can also stood up, clapped his hands, but went straight to the tall Alpha who was holding on to the handle of the shovel with one hand.

"Shall we switch?"

Alpha, whose short hair was bleached into dull blue, stood facing the sun. Perhaps because of the glare, he squinted his eyes halfway. He clearly had an unhappy expression on his face, but he still came over and asked a question forcefully.

Yan Chuan handed the things over, "Change it."

Sheng Can played wildly when he was a child, and he played almost everything.Although he hadn't touched it in these years, he adjusted his posture a little and got started.

Sheng Can had no goal in mind, he almost picked up whatever he dug up, and then threw it all at Yan Chuan who was sitting on the ground.

At the end of the time, Sheng Can was like an emotionless excavator, digging holes one after another on the ground.

And the note in Yan Chuan's hand was also piled up into a thick pile.

Sheng Can came back to his senses, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows when he saw the result, "Hey, I'm pretty good."

Yan Chuan followed suit and said, "Well, it's hard work."

His tone and actions seemed to have returned to a polite and distant state.

Sheng Can took the handkerchief from the staff and wiped off the fine beads of sweat from his face.

Maybe it was because the handkerchief was too rough, and there was an inexplicable pain when rubbing it on the side of the neck, which made Sheng Can a little irritable.

Over there Li Zhi walked over again, blinking, looking at the note in Yan Chuan's hand, hesitant to speak.

Before Yan Chuan could speak, Sheng Can took the lead in "tsk", "What's wrong?"

Li Zhi didn't expect Sheng Can to talk to him.He knew that Sheng Can didn't like him, but he didn't dare to be too obvious in front of the camera.

Li Zhi paused, and said in a low voice: "Mr. Sheng, I performed too badly just now, and I didn't dig anything. I can go hungry, but I can't hurt my partner, so I want to ask Mr. Sheng with a cheeky face. Can you give me some ingredients, just a little."

After all, Li Zhi stretched out two fingers, making a little gesture.

Sheng Can sneered in his heart, thinking that this person actually knew that he had a thick face.

Sheng Can was silent, he turned around and pressed the note in Yan Chuan's hand, but encountered resistance when he pulled it out.

"If you don't want to give it, you don't have to." Yan Chuan raised his hand to cover the headset pinned to his collar.

Sheng Can just didn't like Li Zhi's behavior. He had just seen that Li Zhi had been tossing himself and Tan Qin the whole time in order to create a good character. He earned enough shots and didn't waste a second on digging.

They deserved what they didn't eat.

However, Sheng Can didn't intend to make things difficult for Tan Qin. Anyway, they couldn't run out of these ingredients, so it's better to share them out.

Sheng Can thought so, but smiled, "Of course I want to."

Hearing this, Yan Chuan frowned even tighter.

Before he had time to think about it, the staff over there had already come to count the numbers. Sheng Can randomly picked out a few pieces of paper and stuffed them to Li Zhi, but he didn't talk anymore.

In the end, the program group counted 17 papers from Sheng Canyanchuan, 15 from Meng Mixin's group, 11 from Li Xiaoxiao's group, and only four from Sheng Can from the Li Zhi group.

The director picked up the loudspeaker again: "I forgot to tell you just now, this thing is not only related to your lunch, but also related to the houses you live in these days. The feast group got the most ingredients and lived in the biggest house , and so on."

As he spoke, he asked the staff to stuff a simple map into the hands of the guests.

Sheng Can glanced at the paper in Yan Chuan's hand, and took a rough look. He stood where he was, tilted his head slightly, and waited for Yan Chuan to explain to him.

After waiting for a long time without hearing the sound, Sheng Can raised his head in doubt, but looked at Shang Yanchuan with eyes clearly containing unhappiness.

"Look for yourself." Yan Chuan pursed his lips, and stuffed the map into Sheng Can's hand.

He glanced at the filming director, and seemed to explain again, "Let's go back and see if there is any place where we need to move ingredients."

Yan Chuan seldom has a cold face, but once he gets angry, he looks very unapproachable.

Even though he was recording all the time, Yan Chuan left, leaving Shengcan alone.

Why do you feel that Yan Chuan is a little angry?

While pondering over the map, Sheng Can followed Yan Chuan.

They live in the largest house in the center of the village, a small two-story western-style building, not far from Meng Miyuan's house.

Sheng Can glanced at the tall Alpha figure who had been keeping a certain distance from him, and turned around to go to Meng Miyuan.

When he went back, Yan Chuan was already busy in the kitchen with the door closed.

Sheng Can stared at the closed kitchen door for a while, then turned and went upstairs.

Their building is the only one with a bathroom.The temperature in the mountains rose at noon, and Sheng Can was already sweating a lot during the busy work just now.

Yan Chuan is using the kitchen, he might as well take a shower.

The shower facilities in the mountain village are simple, but the sprayed water is very hot. The moment the water vapor touches the skin, Sheng Can feels a burning pain in his neck.

Sheng Can touched the piece with his hands to confirm that there was no bleeding, and then continued to wash with confidence, but the action was obviously faster.

After tidying up neatly, Sheng Can walked around on the second floor, and finally managed to find a mirror in the bedroom.

The bedroom was empty, with only one bed covered with flowered sheets.The mirror looked old, and it was framed by cracked mahogany wood. It was a little fuzzy, and it was difficult to see the figure inside.

However, Sheng Can didn't pay much attention to those things, and adhered to the principle of using what was available, facing the mirror, slightly bent his neck, and opened his collar to check.

"Squeak—" is the sound of the door being opened.

The air around him was instantly infiltrated with a bit of bitter plant fragrance, and in the next second, Sheng Can's warm hand covered the tingling area.

Yan Chuan's moody voice came from behind: "It was scratched here, and it was sunburned like this?"

Sheng Can realized later that the vegetation in the mountains grew tall, and it was probably scratched when he climbed up.

Yan Chuan withdrew his hand, and there was a sound of unscrewing the bottle cap behind him.

When Yan Chuan put his hand up again, there was still cold ointment on his warm palm.

His hand slowly wiped the scratched area, pushing the ointment away completely.The coldness of the ointment relieved the stinging pain a lot.

Sheng Can's mind was a little empty, and then he heard Yan Chuan say: "Sheng Can, you don't feel pain, do you?"

Sheng Can suddenly opened his eyes.

This sentence is too familiar.

When they broke up, Yan Chuan was sitting in the living room of the house where they lived. He was sitting on the sofa, his eyes seemed to be a little bloodshot.

At that time, Yan Chuan's voice was a little hoarse, and he said, "Sheng Can, you don't feel pain, do you?"

Sheng Can had never seen Yan Chuan like this before, he moved his lips but did not speak.

But in the end, this sentence appeared repeatedly in the sleepless nights and sleeping dreams.

Sheng Can lowered his eyes, he choked his breath, and said in a cold voice, "But Yan Chuan, we broke up, and now we're doing a show, and we haven't had time to install a camera here, so you don't have to act so thoughtfully."

The palm resting on the side of his neck paused, and he quickly retracted it.

Yan Chuan's eyes darkened, he laughed, but without emotion, he said, "You do it yourself."

The squeezed out ointment was thrown on the table, and then there was a "bang" door closing in the room.

Sheng Can closed his eyes, and finally, he slowly raised his hand and pressed it against the side of his neck where a thin cut was made, where there was still a little warmth.

After applying the medicine, Sheng Canhuang went downstairs, but was surprised to find that there was no one there, and there was a large plate of chicken and warmed rice on the table.

Sheng Can glanced at the camera in the room, and deliberately lowered his eyes so as not to let the camera capture his expression.

He walked over and quickly finished his meal.

In the small one-story house not far from the single-family building, several screens were neatly arranged, and the situation captured by the camera was broadcasted in real time.

The tall Alpha sat casually on the chair in the center, holding a burning cigarette between his fingers leaning on the handle.

The exhaled smoke blocked his view, Yan Chuan still stared at a screen without blinking, and looked carefully, there was a head with dull blue hair on it, who was eating with his head down.

I recorded a variety show, but I didn't even think about raising my head to show my face.

The cigarette in his hand was about to burn out, Yan Chuan extinguished the cigarette butt, smiled casually, and cursed at the person on the screen as a little heartless.

He clapped his hands and called the staff waiting outside to come in, while he had to go back immediately.

The monitoring room was not far from where they lived, but the road was difficult to walk, so it took a while for Yan Chuan to go back.

Most of the anger in his heart subsided, Yan Chuan was about to go to find Sheng Can, but found a bowl with a plate on it on the table where the dishes were originally set.

Yan Chuan raised his eyebrows and went over to lift the plate.

Inside was a bowl of lumpy noodles that didn't look very good.

Some mushy scrambled eggs with tomatoes are covered around the noodles.

Yan Chuan didn't pick up the chopsticks immediately, but turned aside the note that Sheng Can had dug out before.

He had read all the notes, and they didn't have noodles as an ingredient.

Yan Chuan counted a total of sixteen notes, the one missing the mint leaf.

After a while, Yan Chuan folded the note and put it back. He took out his mobile phone and took several pictures of the bowl of noodles that didn't look very good before he picked up the chopsticks.

Sheng Can has never cooked and can't cook.

The noodles are lumpy, and there is too much sugar in the tomato scrambled eggs, so some are too sweet, and the sour taste of the tomatoes is completely lost.

But this is Canzai's unique and awkward favor towards him.

Canzai also loves others.

Thanks to summer for the 3 bottles of nutrient solution~