I came back from farming Tianwen and became popular in the entertainment industry

"Everyone, Wu Ge has returned first due to physical reasons, so the five of you will continue to complete the task."

"Then, after breakfast, please follow our tour guide to the homes of local residents to experience the customs of the local residents up close."

Just as the director finished his speech with the small speaker, Zhong Le sucked the last mouthful of porridge, and ate the only three sticks of mustard in front of him by the way.

Mustard mustard is served with porridge, appetizing and nourishing, sour and delicious.

"It's comfortable." Zhong Le rubbed his belly, squinted his eyes slightly, and leaned on the chair in satisfaction.

I was tossed so badly by diarrhea last night, but now I finally recovered.

"Did you not sleep well last night?"

When Song Yiqing walked past Zhong Le, he saw the dark circles under his eyes that couldn't even be concealed, so he subconsciously asked.

Zhong Le rubbed his stomach, curled his lips, "Yes, I had diarrhea last night."

"But I'm fine now."

After finishing speaking, Zhong Le stood up and jumped, proving that he is now very strong.

When it was over, he patted Song Yiqing on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry."

Before the fight, Song Yiqing wrapped his ice box with a layer of cloth so that his hands would not be so cold while holding the ice box. Zhong Le felt that the other party still cared about him.

A few days ago, I felt that the other party was hiding from me. It was my own illusion.

Thinking of this, Zhong Le's mood became much more relaxed, revealing two dimples and smiling at Song Yiqing.

"What did you eat to get diarrhea?"

Zhong Le never thought that Song Yiqing would continue to ask, so he casually said, "Maybe it's fish soup?"

"It's unlikely, Mo Xiaoqin drank several big bowls, you can see how lively she is."

Zhong Le saw that Song Yiqing was frowning earnestly and spoke in a funny way, so he leaned over and whispered deliberately: "Why, then what do you think is wrong?"

Zhong Le's heart is warm, it's better to pay homage to his brother!I also know how to care about myself!

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The local residents' homes are still old houses called "dry bases". The roofs are covered with a layer of moss with a thin layer of snow, and the walls are made of mud.

"Isn't it too cold to live in this kind of house in winter?"

Zhong Le heard Xue Ze say this, and couldn't help retorting.

"This kind of house is warm in winter and cool in summer, and there is no problem living in it for 100 years!"

Xue Ze saw Zhong Le's reaction was quite big, and muttered: "It's as if I lived there before."

The voice is low, but I can't stand Tiantian's good hearing, "My family Lele has not only lived in it, but also built it myself!"

Zhong Le's head hurts from Tian Tian's loud and clear voice, this kitten really loves to fight for him.

But this is also the first time since the kitten saw Mo Xiaoqin for so many days, he couldn't help but speak.

Thinking of Mo Xiaoqin, Zhong Le looked in her direction, but saw that the man's face was a bit haggard.

A group of people went up to knock on the door, and the person who opened the door was an old man, who Zhong Le reckoned was in his eighties.

The old man combed his white hair neatly without leaving any curls. It could be seen that he was trying his best to make himself look more energetic, but the vicissitudes of the years had already been revealed between his brows.

On the way here, Zhong Le heard from the tour guide that the old man was surnamed Bai. His wife died when he was young, and he never remarried for the rest of his life. .

As a result, after so many years, he is the only one in the village who knows how to make fish skin clothes, and this craft has become very precious.

After entering the house, Mr. Bai let the five of them sit down first, and then he went into the house to pour tea for them.

Seeing the old man enter the room to pour tea for them, Zhong Le couldn't sit still.

Although they are guests, an old man can't sit still if he asks him to pour tea for himself.

Unexpectedly, Mo Xiaoqin got up before him to help Bai Lao.

"Girl, thank you."

Zhong Le saw that after Mo Xiaoqin heard this thank you, a dazed expression flashed across Mo Xiaoqin's face, and then his cheeks showed a faint reddish color.

If Zhong Le hadn't happened to look over and caught it, he would never have thought of the generous Mo Xiaoqin, who would still have such a shy side.

Old Mr. Bai came to them with tea, "I hope you don't mind the rough tea in the shabby room."

Zhong Le took the tea with both hands, and smiled politely at Mr. Bai. When his eyes were making contact, he suddenly heard the kitten in his head sobbing.

"Tada?"

The kitten huddled into a ball, and didn't answer Zhong Le's voice. Zhong Le felt strange, but couldn't find out what was going on.

On the other side, Song Yiqing took the tea and asked Mr. Bai: "Mr., are those fish skin clothes hanging on the wall?"

When they first entered the door, they saw the fish skin clothes hanging on the wall of the living room. The clothes showed an old yellow color, and they were vaguely old, but they could still see the delicate patterns on them.

Old Mr. Bai followed Song Yiqing's gaze and looked over, "Yes, that one is my wife's favorite." When he said this, his tone was so gentle that even he himself did not feel it.

When everyone heard Mr. Bai mentioning his wife, they couldn't help lowering their breathing, for fear of disturbing the old man.

"The one on the wall was made by me and her together. She loves to eat fish and is responsible for cooking the fish meat and drinking fish soup. As for me, I just make clothes properly."

The old man slowly told the story of the past, and Zhong Le saw that the eyes of Mo Xiaoqin and Yue Keke were slightly red.

Tiantian in his mind cried even louder.

Zhong Le was afraid that Tiantian would shed too many tears and drowned his mind.

"What happened to you?"

"Lele, Mr. Bai's wife is actually a system tasker, but she failed to complete the task, it's too pitiful."

Zhong Le sighed after hearing this, and said, "Everyone has his own destiny."

He hasn't been fighting time for his life.

It was almost evening, and everyone left. Before leaving, the old man gave them a task card and packed five wooden sticks in a small wooden box.

Zhong Le took out one and found that a round circle was drawn on the top of the wooden stick.

Glancing at the people around him, he found that Song Yiqing was the same as the stick he was holding.

Immediately afterwards, the accompanying program assistant handed them a map.

A simple route was drawn on the map with a red marker pen, and the end point of the destination was a circle.

Song Yiqing had seen Zhong Le's ability to draw a map last time, so he didn't feel that such a map would stump him.

Zhong Le smiled knowingly while holding the map, turned to Song Yiqing and said with a smile, "Let's go."

As the two went up, they found that the higher the terrain, the lower the temperature.

Zhong Le sneezed several times, and Song Yiqing wrapped the scarf around his neck even tighter. He didn't want to sneeze in front of the camera.

In the shadows of the trees, they saw a bright spot.

Taking a closer look, it is a round transparent spherical accommodation. Zhong Le vaguely remembers that this thing is called a transparent bubble hotel. It is famous for being able to completely observe the beauty of nature and the starry sky at night.

"It seems that we are staying here tonight."

Song Yiqing stepped forward to open the door of Bubble, turned around and waved to Zhong Le: "Come in, it's warm inside."

There was only one big bed inside, more than enough to sleep two people, Zhong Le suddenly wanted to laugh when he saw this scene.

"If the audience sees us sleeping together again, they will definitely think it's a variety show script."

Song Yiqing looked at him, crossed his hands on his chest, "Do you think I'm someone who needs a script?" After speaking, he lay down on the bed, "But it's tiring to be searched every day."

Zhong Le raised his brows, expressing his surprise, "Aren't you on all the hot searches? Don't you want traffic for nothing?"

"This hot search is for you, do you want it?" Song Yiqing didn't answer Zhong Le directly, but asked him this question.

Zhong Le thought about it silently. When it was on the hot search, there were stereotyped marketing account videos, similar copywriting, and opposing comments.

This era pushes outstanding people in every field in front of you, giving people the illusion that success is an easy thing to achieve.

There are stars dotted outside the Transparent Bubble Hotel, so quiet that people have the illusion that they are not in this world, as if everything is far away from themselves.

There was a piercing ringing sound in his head that had never appeared before, pulling Zhong Le back to reality, followed by a mechanical female voice.

"The host's HP is cleared."

The author has something to say: the fish skin clothing in the article comes from the precious culture of the Hezhen nationality in my country_(:*?∠)_