After rebirth, she was secretly married to Bai Fumei

It took two days for Cheng Gujun to spare time for the holiday. The weekend was connected to a total of four days, one day more than what was said before, because Gu Jian said that he would go to the temple to burn incense.

Gu Jian was bored at home by herself, so she bought two sets of couple outfits online and prepared to wear them when she went out to play.

When Mr. Cheng was on vacation, the two slept in the dark for two days in the villa by the lake, and then drove to the century-old temple in the deep mountains early in the morning on the third day.

When they got up in the morning, they put on couple T-shirts.

Gu Jian bought a T with white lettering. The style is so simple that it can't be seen on the street.

After changing her clothes, Gu Jian found a white peaked cap. After putting it on, she felt that it was not enough to cover her well, so she changed into a fisherman's cap. The brim of the cap was lowered to cover her eyes.

There must be a lot of people in the monastery, so she has to hide better.

After matching the hat and mask, Gu Jian turned to look at Cheng Gujun.

Cheng Gujun has just changed his clothes and is combing his hair.

She was already tall and thin, and the white T-shirt highlighted her thinness, and the raised butterfly bones and the outline of her underwear could be vaguely seen during her movements.

Cheng Gujun brushed her hair, then let it go, half-length black hair hanging down, blocking her slender back.

Gu Jian walked over, gathered her hair up, put it into a ponytail, and looked in the mirror.

Wearing a simple T-shirt, with his hair tied up, Cheng Gujun, with a calm face, looks like a cold and arrogant college student majoring in art.Very age-reducing.

"This is quite suitable for you." Gu Jian said, "Can you tie up your hair?"

Cheng Gujun didn't speak, Gu Jian guessed that she might not be willing, after all, it didn't fit her image of a cold president.

"Then you also wear hats and masks like me?" Gu Jian said, "We wear the same from face to toe."

Cheng Gujun smiled, but in the end he agreed.

Gu Jian didn't have the same hat, so she tried to find two that were as close as possible. She put a hat and a mask on Cheng Gujun, and looked up at her slightly.

Cheng Gujun, who covered the lower half of his face and only showed his brows and eyes, appeared even more indifferent.

Gu Jian held her face and said, "I'll see if you smile."

Cheng Gujun looked down at her and didn't respond.

Gu Jian said: "Smile, hurry up, smile."

Cheng Gujun pulled Gu Jian's hand down, held it in his hand, and smiled from the bottom of his eyes cooperatively.

Gu Jian curled her lips: "It still looks so cold."

Cheng Gujun squeezed Gu Jian's hand: "I don't."

Gu Jian said: "Yes, your enthusiasm only dares to show after turning off the lights at night."

The smile in Cheng Gujun's eyes widened, and he looked at Gu Jian helplessly.

Gu Jian couldn't help laughing and said: "I'm not wrong, President Cheng is as cold as water during the day, and Jun Jun is as enthusiastic as fire at night."

Cheng Gujun said helplessly, "Stop talking."

Gu Jian made a proud face: "Got it, Mr. Cheng is clumsy, and he is a man of action."

Cheng Gujun sighed and said, "Okay, stop talking."

In the end, Gu Jian fulfilled her wish and gave Cheng Gujun a student-like ponytail.

After breakfast, the two set off to the ancient temple located halfway up the mountain.

Even though it was Monday, there were still many pilgrims in the temple. Gu Jian and Cheng Gujun held hands and quietly blended in the crowd.

After burning the incense paper, Gu Jian and Cheng Gujun held three long incense sticks and knelt down in front of Guanyin.

Gu Jian humbly held the incense in front of her face, closed her eyes, silently thanked God for giving her another chance, and made a wish to Guanyin, wishing her and Cheng Gujun a long and safe life.

After burning the incense, Gu Jian and Cheng Gujun wandered around in the temple.

The temple has a very spacious backyard, which is full of old trees, lush and green, very quiet.

Gu Jian is here

I found a place with few people in front of me, took a few selfies with Cheng Gujun, and took a few landscape photos, and posted them on the trumpet during the break.

She posted a picture of an ancient temple, a picture of a landscape, and a cool selfie of her and Cheng Gujun with their hats lowered and their eyes covered, only showing a mask, with the words: "May you live a long life for a hundred years , a lifetime of well-being."

After the four-day vacation, Gu Jian went to film a variety show.

The location is in a rural area in a mountainous area, very remote, and it took a day just to go there.

Gu Jian was the first recorded guest, and the director and variety show writer explained to her the format and process of the variety show in detail.

Gu Jian will stay in a two-room bungalow for 24 hours. There is no book, no mobile phone network, and no TV. No ready-made food will be provided, only fresh ingredients in the refrigerator. Gu Jian is required to cook and entertain by herself. Do not chat with staff.

There are no dead spots in the room with cameras, plus a selfie camera, and there will be no follow-up director.

In other words, it is a person's 24 hours alone.

It sounds interesting, but the process will definitely be extremely boring.

Modern people are too used to and rely on mobile phones and the Internet. If they suddenly quit both, the sense of discomfort will be very strong.

Just thinking about it makes Gu Jian feel terrible, but she has already signed the contract, and the people are here, no matter how scared she is, she has to bite the bullet.

Before the official start, she called Cheng Gujun for the last time.

Cheng Gujun asked her that if she couldn't play with her mobile phone, would she be able to do activities like reading, practicing calligraphy or drawing?

So Gu Jian went to ask the director, and the director said yes, and then provided Gu Jian with a book and a drawing paper, and the copybook was brought by Gu Jian.

At six o'clock in the evening, the recording began.

When the director called out, Gu Jian carried the screened luggage, held a selfie camera in one hand, pointed at her face, and pushed open the bungalow door.

This is also the first time she saw the structure of the house, a simple and humble room.

A bed, a table, a chair and a two-door cabinet. This is Gu Jian's living room and also Gu Jian's bedroom. Next door is the kitchen and bathroom.

The kitchen is also very simple, just an old stove that needs to be lit by itself, a water tank, and a counter, and the toilet is opposite the stove, and the door is opposite to each other.

Gu Jian was a little surprised, and stared at the camera in her hand, her eyes widened, and she said with an expression that shocked my whole family: "The bathroom and the kitchen are together! Are they together?"

The room was silent, and no one responded to her.

Gu Jian was a little embarrassed, so she turned the camera to take pictures of the house, and then explained the structure of the house.

From the kitchen to the bedroom, after she finished speaking, she stood in the middle of the room, looking at the simple room, and suddenly fell into speechlessness.

I don't know what to say about this room, and I don't know what to do to continue shooting.

After just a few minutes of recording, she was already getting bored.

After a long time, Gu Jian sighed deeply, put the selfie camera on the table, and pointed the camera at her, and then she went to pack her luggage.

To pass the time, Gu Jian took out the clothes from the suitcase and talked to the camera about what she brought.

The last thing that came out was the copybook.

Gu Jian showed the cover of the copybook to the camera: "This was given to me by someone else. Well, I like it very much. Although the handwriting is ugly, it will get better if you practice more. Right."

After finishing speaking, Gu Jian turned two pages by herself with an expectant smile. She didn't know what she thought of, and her smile suddenly became sweeter. She closed the copybook and shook it at the camera: "I won't give you the contents inside." Read it, because the handwriting is too ugly. But the copybook is a good copybook, Amway gives it to you, oh, and a pen..."

Gu Jian rambled on and on for more than ten minutes about practicing calligraphy.

After finishing speaking, she arranged the copybooks, books and picture albums on the desk one by one, and looked at the room for a while.

A black and white round clock hung on the wall, showing the time—seven o'clock.

only seven o'clock

, Gu Jian felt that half a century had passed.

What are you doing now?

Looking at the empty and clean room, Gu Jian felt a rush of idleness in her heart. After wandering around the room for a while, she opened the door and looked at the staff outside.

"I don't know what to do..."

No one answered her words.

Gu Jian scratched at the door: "Director, why don't you give me a task?"

The director said aloud, "You can make dinner, or boil some hot water to take a shower."

Gu Jian was actually not hungry, but in order to have something to do, she went to the kitchen, then stared at dry wood, newspapers, and lighters in a daze.

How is she going to make a fire by herself?And how to use this big iron pot?What does she eat, stir-fry?

Gu Jian felt very annoying.

She regretted accepting this variety show, not only was it boring, but she also had to do everything herself!And what about the firewood?

Repressing her anger, Gu Jian tried to light a fire, but was stuck in her hand by a barb on the firewood, and the wooden thorn stuck into her flesh and could not be removed. The pain made Gu Jian's palm turn red. The irritability exploded all of a sudden.

She threw the firewood, got up and went out, she stopped recording!

Gu Jian opened the door angrily, saw a number of staff outside the door and the camera lens, and suddenly calmed down again.

She can't be as impulsive and mindless as before, she said she wants to change, she wants to be a person worthy of Cheng Gujun.

Gu Jian took a deep breath, and discussed with the director that she should make a last call.

Seeing that she was in a bad mood and urgently needed comfort, the director readily agreed, but said it was only this time.

Gu Jian got the mobile phone, squatted and hid behind the house, and called Cheng Gujun.

The phone was connected after only two rings, and Cheng Gujun's soft voice came over: "Jian Jian?"

The irritability in Gu Jian's heart immediately dissipated, and she said aggrievedly: "This variety show is so boring, so boring, really very, very boring."

Cheng Gujun said, "I can hear it."

Gu Jian told Cheng Gujun about the shabbiness of the house and the fact that the fire was pricked by wooden thorns. After complaining, the remaining half of the irritability disappeared.

She slowly calmed down.

"Is your hand okay?" Cheng Gujun asked, "Did the thorn come out?"

Gu Jian looked at her still red palm, and lied to Mr. Cheng, "It's out."

Cheng Gujun said: "You take pictures and I'll see."

"I can't take pictures. I have to hand in my phone after the call." Gu Jian said reluctantly, "It will take 23 hours before I can contact you again."

Cheng Gujun said, "I can come and see you."

Gu Jian laughed all of a sudden: "No, I'll let it be if I'm self-willed. You can't be self-willed with me. I'm already well now. You should go to bed early and don't stay up late to work overtime. When I finish recording the variety show and my salary arrives, I will pay you back." You buy presents!"

"Jian Jian," Cheng Gujun paused before saying the second half of the sentence, "You have worked hard."

Gu Jian couldn't help laughing: "Mr. Cheng is being polite."

Cheng Gujun also laughed, and said softly, "Jian Jian, good night."

Gu Jian said: "Good night, Junjun."