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That night, Cheng Lang was going to share a room with Meng Tianye, but before officially becoming a flying guest, Cheng Lang still called Qin Mu good night.

"From tomorrow, I will be the flying guest of "Survival in the Wild". At that time, the phone will be taken away by the program crew, and I will not be able to call you." Cheng Lang said patiently.

On the other end of the phone, Mr. Snow Leopard pursed his lips in displeasure.After pondering for a moment, he still understood the righteousness and said, "It's also for the promotion of Mori milk tea. After all, this is the first time your brand has invested in sponsoring a program. If the ratings are not good, it may hurt your vitality."

After all, the naming fee of tens of millions is not a small amount for the just-started Mori milk tea.

Hearing Qin Mu's response, Cheng Lang's expression became more relaxed.He found a stone at random and sat down.The night is like water, the moonlight is like silver, the night wind is blowing, the shadows of the trees are whirling, and the chirping of some birds and insects can be heard in my ears.Cheng Lang looked up at the moon and asked Cheng Lang, "What did you eat tonight?"

Cheng Lang was not at home, and Qin Mu was too lazy to cook.In the evening, I ate casually in the company cafeteria.Then go back to the office and continue working overtime.But when he heard Cheng Lang's question, Qin Mu replied seriously: "Rice, green snail shrimp, snowflake crab bucket, and pickled duxian."

"It's so light!" Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows and smiled: "The instant noodles I ate at night. They are cooked in a big iron pot like the one from a local fellow, and there are a lot of eggs. The eggs here are really good, and the yolks are all The red ones taste very delicious. There are also some wild rice stems and bamboo shoots in the instant noodles. This is the first time I have eaten instant noodles with wild rice stems and bamboo shoots.

Qin Mu responded in a low voice, and listened carefully to Cheng Lang bragging about how he stood up and turned the tide when all the guests were helpless.

"...but I didn't help them cook dinner. Huaiyu helped to cook the dinner, and it added a promotional opportunity for Mori milk tea..." Cheng Lang told Qin Mu everything that happened during the recording.When I hung up the phone, the battery was almost dead.

At this time, the night was dark and the temperature on the mountain was a bit cool.Cheng Lang took a deep breath, held the phone that was about to be turned off, and tiptoed back to the room.

Meng Tianye was still awake.Sitting alone on the desk in front of the window, he was writing hard.Cheng Lang found out the charger to charge the phone, and asked with a smile, "What are you writing?"

"The inspiration came, to write a song." Meng Tianye explained to Cheng Lang: "After dinner, I walked around the village. When I got to the village, I saw a few local villagers singing. I thought The songs they sang were very interesting."

Meng Tianye is an original musician.What he finds interesting will of course be presented in the form of music.It's just that Meng Tianye tried to adapt folk songs into rock.

Cheng Lang looked at Meng Tianye, who was writing and drawing while picking up the guitar and playing intermittently, and then glanced at the cameraman who was standing in the corner of the room, silently carrying the camera to shoot. He couldn't help admiring that everyone So dedicated.

"The people in their entertainment industry work so hard." Early the next morning, even Shen Huaiyu couldn't help but sighed to Cheng Lang: "Last night, when I got up to go to the bathroom, I passed the director's room. .It was discovered that the people in the program group hadn't slept yet."

"They are all used to this kind of working hours." Cheng Lang said with a smile: "There is a lot of pressure and a lot of money, but the job is not stable. It is really not easy."

Shen Huaiyu nodded approvingly.Although Shen Huaiyu had heard of this kind of work intensity that lasted for several days, he was still shocked to see it with his own eyes.

I feel that everyone is working hard to live, and everyone is being delayed by life.Everyone will also find a way to take a breath, recharge their batteries after being exhausted, and then continue to the next journey refreshed.

Thinking of this, Shen Huaiyu's eyes were obviously lost.

His parents died in a car accident, his younger brother became a vegetable in a coma, and his uncle slandered him several times in order to fight for the inheritance. He wanted to go to Bai Yujing to work to earn some living expenses, but he met a bad guy like Lu Chengxuan... Shen Huaiyu once thought of his fate. No, he had been very desperate.If he hadn't met Cheng Lang to help him everywhere, Shen Huaiyu would not have dared to imagine what he would become in the future.

Or maybe just a walking dead who has lost his soul but has to live.But when Shen Huaiyu struggled out of desperation with the help of Cheng Lang, and began to slowly adapt to looking outside.Shen Huaiyu was a little surprised to find that everyone in this world has their own difficulties.But everyone is still working hard.

"Cheng Lang, thank you for bringing me to record the show." Shen Huaiyu thanked Cheng Lang very sincerely.He came to Yun Province to record a program this time, and he was exposed to many things that he would not normally have access to.Feel a lot, benefit more.

"I really like my life now." Shen Huaiyu said with bright eyes: "I saw patches of camellias planted on the mountain outside the village." Countless storms and storms, but in the end the brightest flowers bloom.

"I feel like I am like those camellias." Shen Huaiyu said with emotion.

Cheng Lang glanced at Shen Huaiyu, who was blushing, and nodded affirmatively: "Indeed!"

The next morning, Shen Huaiyu, who was more charming than Huajiao, woke up early.Follow the local villagers to pick tea on the mountain.

Several guests have changed into local ethnic costumes.The lively and charming little guide girl took everyone up the mountain, and at the same time introduced the relevant knowledge of these ethnic costumes in crisp but not standard Mandarin.There are also local folklore.Chirping like a yellow-age bird, floating in the wet mountain forest in the early morning.

Several guests followed behind the little girl, lowering their heads and climbing up cautiously.It seemed to have rained last night, and the mountain road was a bit slippery in the morning.Small drops of water condense on the emerald green leaves. As soon as people walk by, the water drops on the leaves will rustle down and wet everyone's clothes.

The guests who were climbing all the way up the mountain originally wanted to talk and laugh to get some shots during the journey, but now they can't take care of it.After finally reaching the tea field, everyone was shocked to find that many villagers were already working in the tea field.

The little guide girl said with a smile: "The tea leaves in the morning are tender. Many people in the village go up the mountain before dawn. This way they can work for a few more hours a day."

Meng Tianye was stunned when he heard the words: "This mountain road is so difficult to walk. You should pay attention to safety when you go up the mountain in darkness!"

The little guide girl smiled and said nothing.

The villagers here have lived in the mountains for generations, and the roads on the mountains have long been on the ground.Everyone can touch the mountain even with their eyes closed, which is of course different from the guests who came to record the show.

Shen Huaiyu eagerly asked, "How to pick tea?"

Shen Huaiyu had also learned tea-picking skills in Xuanpu Tea Garden before.However, there is no Pu-erh tea there. Shen Huaiyu was worried that the way of picking tea was different, so he didn't mention that he knew how to pick tea.Instead, I asked humbly if there were any skills and special attention to tea picking here.

The little guide girl smiled slightly and was about to teach everyone how to pick tea.The staff of the program group suddenly came over with their mobile phones in hand, and said to Cheng Lang eagerly: "Mr. Cheng, your phone number."