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That night, after coaxing Xiao Huaike for a long time, Zhang Muqing's tears finally stopped.

Zhang Muqing was tired from crying, so she fell asleep on Xiao Huaike's bed, and dreamed of her parents after a long absence.

In the dream, his parents were sitting in the high hall, and he was holding someone's hand to greet his parents. Although the facial features of that person were not clear in the dream, Zhang Muqing knew that that person was Xiao Huaike.

As for why it was Xiao Huaike, Zhang Muqing didn't think much about it.

It's probably because he is in a foreign land, and it's rare to meet such a kind person for many years, so Zhang Muqing regards him as a friend, and it's okay to take him back to meet his parents.

The next day, Xiao Huaike took Zhang Muqing to the ancient street.

Ancient Street is a famous historical site in City A, but that dynasty was actually several hundred years later than Zhang Muqing's. However, as the most well-protected site in the city, Xiao Huaike still thinks it is worth visiting.

The two took the subway again and walked another two kilometers before arriving at the ancient street.

The crowd was crowded, Zhang Muqing separated from Xiao Huaike several times, and finally Xiao Huaike went to buy a leash and put it on with Zhang Muqing. Zhang Muqing saw that the children around him were also being led by their parents wearing this thing. Don't worry that you won't get separated from Xiao Huaike, and you should be angry that Xiao Huaike took advantage of him.

Zhang Muqing leaned against the window sill of the attic to rest, looking down at the crowded streets and the antique tiled roofs. In a daze, he was still in the restaurant in Huanzhou, drinking wine while taking in the panoramic view of Huanzhou.

At that time, in the eyes of outsiders, he was just a young master who was having fun and having fun all day long.

Xiao Huaike looked at the tablet computer, frowning.

Seeing his displeasure, Zhang Muqing asked, "What's the matter?"

"Tsk, I heard that this place basically follows the zoning of Huanzhou, and there is a former site in the backyard of the richest man's house... I'm confirming the location now, and I'll take you there later."

Zhang Muqing's heart moved, he glanced at the camera team again, and stepped forward to look at the tablet, which showed the historical restoration map of Huanzhou City. The criss-crossing mountains and various places made him dizzy.

After studying for a while, Xiao Huaike still couldn't determine the exact position, and sighed:

"I'm sorry, I'm so stupid. A person who has been counting backwards during school, I can't study this stuff. Let's go, look for it while walking, and you can find the way when you walk."

"Are you bad at your homework?"

"Yeah, my parents originally hoped that I could be admitted to a good university. They spent a lot of money on me when I was young, but I was the last one from childhood to adulthood. When I was divided into classes, the teacher saw me. Names will automatically give up on me." Xiao Huaike smiled brightly.

"You look proud."

"Although my grades are poor, I am not a bad boy."

"Less smugness."

Zhang Muqing followed him downstairs and re-entered the crowd.There are many small vendors in the middle of the street, some selling small objects, and some renting out ancient costumes to take pictures. Tourists stopped from time to time, Zhang Muqing and Xiao Huaike could only move slowly.

Xiao Huaike suddenly stopped in front of a small stall. It was a part-time art student who specialized in portraits.Xiao Huaike said:

"Do you want to draw a picture?"

Zhang Muqing looked at some finished products displayed by the boss, and asked the boss: "Can I borrow tools and paint by myself?"

Xiao Huaike was surprised: "You will?"

"What's so difficult about this?"

Zhang Muqing got the boss's consent, sat in front of the drawing board, asked Xiao Huaike to sit opposite him, picked up the brush again, and began to draw on the paper.

He has learned piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since he was a child. In his memory, his father often took portraits of his mother. Zhang Muqing didn't know why. At this moment, he suddenly remembered the look in his father's eyes when he was painting his mother. It was as calm as a mirror, but there were endless emotions. Tenderness is surging.

Xiao Huaike is wearing a bright yellow sweater today. Unlike Zhang Muqing, Zhang Muqing only wears plain clothes, but Xiao Huaike never chooses colors. It should be said that he is very good-looking and looks good in everything he wears.

Zhang Muqing looked at Xiao Huaike's facial features, he felt that Xiao Huaike's eyebrows and eyes were the most beautiful, thick eyebrows, starry eyes, heroic.

When Xiao Huaike is not smiling, she has the most youthful spirit, full of vigor and a little distant alienation. When she smiles, her eyes are crooked, sweet and healing.

Zhang Muqing has seen Xiao Huaike's heavy make-up appearance a lot, but she likes this plain makeup appearance the most, clean and healthy.

"Honestly, be my boyfriend." Zhang Muqing blurted out the thoughts in his heart.

Xiao Huaike was amused by him, and raised a bright smile: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"All I have is money."

"I have money too."

"I still have ten thousand hectares of fertile land."

"I have it too." Xiao Huaike paused, then added, "Although there is no Wanqing."

"..."

Zhang Muqing was speechless for a moment, he thought about what else he could attract Xiao Huaike, but it seemed that there was nothing - he had nothing but money.

"I have a lot of experience."

But Zhang Muqing didn't want to be defeated, so she gave Xiao Huaike a wicked smile as she spoke.

"I...dance, stage, experience, experience, rich."

Just as Xiao Huaike was about to say something, she suddenly realized that something was wrong with her words, so she turned a corner abruptly, and said a word in a correct manner, causing the staff to burst into laughter.

Zhang Muqing smiled smugly, seeing Xiao Huaike's deflated look, the hand holding the pen trembled slightly.

Zhang Muqing sketched Xiao Huaike's appearance in one stroke, and the Xiao Huaike he described gradually took shape, but he was always unable to get a handle on Xiao Huaike's eyebrows and eyes. At the end of the painting, he simply didn't draw the eyes, and asked Xiao Huaike to come and pay.

Xiao Huaike looked at the unfinished painting and asked, "Why don't you draw eyes for me?"

"It won't look good if you paint it."

"Huh? It doesn't look good if you don't draw it? How can someone not draw eyes in a portrait... Hey, wait for me." Seeing him leaving, Xiao Huaike hurriedly took out her mobile phone to pay.

Of course Zhang Muqing wouldn't let Xiao Huaike know, because no matter how good the painting was, it couldn't match Xiao Huaike's eyes in his eyes.

Using the historical map on the Internet, Xiao Huaike led Zhang Muqing through several streets and alleys. When he reached Zhang Muqing, his legs were weak, so he had to find a place to rest. Who knew that the backyard was hidden in a tree Behind the weeping willow.

"There's nowhere to go if you break through the iron shoes!" Xiao Huaike exclaimed happily.

Under the weeping willows, Zhang Muqing looked around this small courtyard. If it was said that this was the courtyard of the richest man in Huanzhou, Zhang Muqing didn't think it was very similar.

The stone path was obviously made by modern people in imitation of ancient times. It scattered a piece of grass into several scattered pieces. There is an ancient well in the middle, which has been protected with a glass container. There are rows of weeping willows, and two swallows shuttle among the willows. .

The backyard in my memory is far more spacious than the land in front of me, and there is a peach blossom forest. At this time of year, the peach blossoms should fall all over the ground, spreading on the green grass.Zhang Muqing would sit on the recliner, read a book, play the piano, and drink. If Xiu Niang came to visit, there would naturally be a dance.

Seeing that he was silent, Xiao Huaike suppressed his smile, walked to his side, and said softly, "It's much different from before, isn't it?"

Zhang Muqing shook her head, turned around and sat down on the rest chair.

Xiao Huaike didn't dare to say much, so she sat down with him, and when she secretly observed his expression, she found tears in his eyes.

"Uh...I'm sorry, I originally wanted to surprise you, but...now I messed up..." Xiao Huaike was a little panicked, and for a moment he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

"Thank you."

Zhang Muqing shook her head, with a tear in her eyes, and a gentle smile on the corner of her mouth.

That smile had a different charm, which made Xiao Huaike slightly fascinated.

"Xiao Huaike."

"Ok?"

"You did it - brought me one step closer to where I belonged."

Zhang Muqing said again: "You are so kind, I am afraid that when the day comes when I have to leave, I will be very reluctant."

"Then don't leave, I said, I can take you home, mom and dad really like you."

"Ah."

Zhang Muqing smiled and nodded slightly.

Xiao Huaike turned her face away and looked at the scenery in front of her, but she didn't notice Zhang Muqing looking at him with eyes that gradually became obsessed.

The filming of the show is coming to an end, and the team's return is also on the agenda.

The challenge of returning is far more difficult than the challenge of the year-end awards. While doing self-management, Xiao Huaike trained Zhang Muqing crazily.

Zhang Muqing gets up early every day, exercises, practice vocals, get familiar with the lyrics, practice dancing, and also have to identify the seniors in the music industry, memorize their looks, the groups they belong to, the songs they released, etc.

The 1008th failed recognition, lost the chance to eat meat buns, Zhang Muqing complained to the sky---

What is the concept of having at least 18 boy groups debut in the entertainment industry every day!Why do these youngsters want to debut as idols and fight thousands of artists without reading their books?Why does a group come back at least twice a year and release so many songs, virtually adding an order of magnitude of songs to remember?In addition to boy groups, there are also girl groups, and there are countless great gods in the music world who are worshiped by all idols...

"Kill me!"

Zhang Muqing sat up from the bed, and once again shouted to the sky.

"I can't wait to go back to Huanzhou right now. Really, I am a carefree son, why did I come here to suffer like this!"

"Father! Mother! Can you hear the baby crying? Come and take me away! God!"

"Stop howling, which senior is this?"

Xiao Huai sternly knocked on the table and handed the tablet to Zhang Muqing again.

"..." Zhang Muqing said, "I recognize my teammates by hair color, do you think I can remember these outsiders?"

"Didn't I tell you not to use hair color to remember people? Every time we come back, we change our looks. One color may appear on the heads of many artists at the same time."

"I can't even recognize the face. The disguise technique here is unprecedentedly superb. I feel that everyone looks the same. You see, they all have pointed chins, big eyes, cold white skin, and are all thin. Looks like a stickman, oh!" Zhang Muqing slid the screen and switched photos of several artists, "You can play a game of spotting the difference if you just find two photos, okay?"

"Be cautious in your words and deeds, be careful in your words and deeds! Engrave these four words into your bones!"

"You kill me, give me a good time."

"When you come back, you will inevitably meet your seniors and colleagues. Sometimes some hosts will take care of your weight and let you come out for a dance. It is inevitable that there will be times when I can't protect you. Be good, if you can recognize ten people today , I will buy you meat buns tomorrow."

"I don't like meat buns anymore, goodbye."

With that said, Zhang Muqing got up and left.

Xiao Huaike was unmoved, and silently recited three numbers in her heart. Sure enough, Zhang Muqing turned back: "Which ten?"