The national men's team debuted!

Qiao Huan watched Zhuo Yang pick up a potted plant again, and studied it for a long time before stopping.

This is obviously not looking for Constantine, but something else.

Qiao Huan became more and more confused, so he avoided the hidden camera and sent Qiao Tang another message.

But Qiao Tang didn't reply this time.

"Mr. Qiao, have you finished your search?"

Seeing that Qiao Huan hadn't moved for a long time in the shadows, Xiaofeng came over to remind him.

"It's almost there." Qiao slowly put away the watch.

"You and Mr. Zhuo are really careful," Xiaofeng admired, "Before, I only thought that the two of you were open and close, but I didn't expect it to be rough and delicate."

"What?" Qiao Xu himself was full of question marks, and now there are a few more.

He... rough and thin?

"You don't say anything when you see Constantine, and let him have a sense of accomplishment when playing games, let alone Mr. Zhuo. During the process of looking for Constantine, he even searched for potential safety hazards at home. Obviously he didn't want to repeat it. Falling into the water now."

Xiaofeng approached and raised his eyebrows: "We have seen both of your hard work. On behalf of the program team, I would like to thank you both. I will definitely edit it for you when the time comes, so I love you~"

Qiao Huan: ...

Than a big watermelon.

Accompanied by Xiaofeng, Qiao Huan had no choice but to go back to the study where Constantine was hiding.

There was a movement when he walked in, and Constantine's calf trembled, obviously a little nervous looking forward to it.

Qiao Hu deliberately whetted his appetite for a while, and quickly looked around. After finding nothing unusual, he stepped forward to pat him.

"Ding Ding, I found you." Qiao Huan tried to coax the child as much as possible.

Constantine couldn't hold back any longer, and jumped up, "Wow, you've been looking for it for a long time!"

Seeing Konstantin's happy state, Qiao slowly understood what Xiaofeng said before.

No matter what age, being "respected" will make you feel happy.

Xiaofeng fell into a trace of despair.

How could this child not be sleepy after being respected for twenty minutes in the small dark room?

Qiao Huan was also a little surprised: "Don't you want to sleep yet?"

Constantine thought for a while: "I don't want to~"

Xiaofeng leaned closer and whispered: "This child has very little sleep, and indeed a lot of things happened tonight..."

"I know," Qiao nodded slowly, "It's also thanks to you."

"It's okay, it's okay, we deserve it, no, we should," Xiaofeng, who was rarely appeased by artists, instantly had a higher opinion of Qiao Huan, "You have worked hard too."

Over there, the female assistant director also came over and asked, "Do you want to give the child some milk and sing a lullaby?"

The problem of children's sleep can be regarded as an eternal problem for all parents. To be honest, there is no solution at all.

Qiao Huan thought for a while, then hugged Constantine: "Do you want to see the stars?"

Constantine's eyes widened: "Okay!"

"Then shall we go to the attic?"

The attic was the only place he hadn't looked.

Unexpectedly, Constantine hesitated for a moment.

But he agreed anyway, with a muffled "hmm."

Xiaofeng sighed again when he saw the sound of Qiao Huan carrying the baby up the stairs.

This guy not only has a good personality, but also has a really good energy...

attic.

As soon as Qiao Xu opened the door, he was shocked by the scene in front of him.

This is no attic, this is simply a small warehouse.

Unexpectedly, there are so many works of art piled up in such a small room.

There are paintings by famous artists everywhere, but they are only covered with rags and have not been well preserved.

And based on the size, Qiao Huan concluded that these were brought up from downstairs.

Didn't Fan Hui sell all the paintings at home?

Obviously no one has visited the attic for a long time, not to mention the dust everywhere, and even the lights cannot be turned on.

There is only a skylight that reveals wisps of starlight.

It's also pleasant.

Qiao Huan was thinking about where to take Constantine, when he heard footsteps coming from behind.

Zhuo Yang came up.

Zhuo Yang shook the clean blanket and juice in his hands, and asked with a smile: "Why didn't you tell me you came here? Director Xiaofeng told me."

Qiao Huan replied: "Aren't you tired during the day, I'll just coax him to sleep."

He could avoid Constantine's sight and look around, but it took a lot of effort to avoid Zhuo Yang.

"You are welcome, brother."

Zhuo Yang had no intention of going to bed first, but spread out the blanket and put Constantine in the middle.

Qiao Huan saw that the other party's tall body could not stretch out in the small attic, but he still wanted to be with him, so he couldn't tell what kind of complicated emotions surged in his heart for a moment.

In fact, Zhuo Yang went to the attic for other purposes besides accompanying Qiao Xu.

He also noticed Fan Hui's key during the dinner, the cherry pattern on it was what the old captain's daughter often used.

But then Constantine had a sudden attack. He cared about the child so much that he didn't pay attention to the whereabouts of the key.

Fan Hui has the key of the old captain's daughter, and Zhuo Yang feels that this must represent something.

After all, if a monk can run away, he can't run away from the temple. There will always be some traces in this house, right?

He just took advantage of the time when Joe brought Constantine up, and checked the half of the area that the other party had checked, but he didn't find anything, so he came to the attic.

Qiao Huan handed Zhuo Yang the juice: "Are you tired today?"

Go to bed.

"I'm really not tired," Zhuo Yang smiled, "How about you?"

Brother is not sleepy?

Although Zhuo Yang has always planned to develop Qiao Huan into an offline, he also thinks that this person is really nice, but the other party has been staying with Ye Yiwei recently.

Ye Yiwei... Zhuo Yang has reservations about this guy.

This person is cold and obsessed with cleanliness, which is not the type of brother Zhuo Yang likes at all.

Moreover, the night before going to Huixin Orphanage, he saw Ye Yiwei coming out of instructor Tao Zhenting's dormitory.

Afterwards, he also saw Tao Zhenting and Ling Ji, the new garbage director, having a private conversation at Qinglong base.

It was really hard for Zhuo Yang not to associate these people with some kind of private collusion.

And after that, Ye Yiwei always took Qiao Huan to see Tao Zhenting.

But he believed that Qiao Huan would not be assimilated.

Well, he believed in Qiao Huan.

If he had come to investigate undercover by himself, he might have told Qiao Huan the truth long ago.

But after all, it's the old captain's business. If you want to tell Qiao Huan about these things to get help from the other party, you must first get the old captain's consent.

He wanted to ask the old captain as soon as possible, so he had to snatch Qiao Huan away from that dangerous boy Ye Yiwei.

Then you have to make Qiao Huan fall asleep before you can contact me...

Qiao Huan saw Zhuo Yang blinking rapidly at this moment, wondering what he was thinking about.

Reminiscent of his strange behavior of searching in the house today, he was a little uncertain whether this person was really checking for danger, so he couldn't help asking: "Brother Zhuo, do you like children very much?"

Zhuo Yang: "Huh?"

He looked at Constantine who was staring at the stars outside the skylight, thought for a while, "It's not bad."

"Then tell Ding Ding a story." Qiao Xu said again.

"..."

Why does he feel that Ah Huan has so many routines?

"What are you talking about?" Zhuo Yang looked helpless.

Qiao slowly pointed to the only painting hanging in the attic, "According to which compilation?"

In the painting, a child is looking up at the starry sky.

It is consistent with Constantine's actions at the moment.

Moreover, as soon as Qiao Huan came in, he noticed that only this painting was hung up, and it didn't look like a famous artist's handwriting, it was extremely obtrusive.

The original intention of him asking Zhuo Yang to tell a story was to let him consolidate his gentle personality, and by the way, he would feel sleepy just thinking about telling a story.

But Zhuoyang's reaction when he looked at the painting made him sure that Zhuoyang must be looking for something in this room, rather than simply checking for danger.

Zhuo Yang thought for a long time before telling a story about him training in a martial arts school, being punished for a lot of practice, and finally crying and punching under the starry sky.

Well, the story itself has no explosive points, and with his subwoofer-like voice, it is particularly hypnotic.

Zhuo Yang was also telling a story for the first time, thinking that Qiao Xu himself seemed sleepy all the time, so why not sleep?

Hurry up and be a salted fish, so that he can go and see the painting!

Xiaofeng in front of the monitor almost fell asleep, but now he can still sit upright, all thanks to his excellent professional ethics.

To his surprise, Qiao Xu actually looked more energetic than before.

In fact, the story Zhuo Yang told was quite boring, but Qiao Xu listened to it.

Anyone in their line of work has experienced this kind of time.

Alone, only with the stars.

"What about you?" Zhuo Yang was at a loss for words when he saw Qiao Huan's reaction, "Do you... have a story?"

Inner os: Ah Huan, why did your salted fish avatar collapse!

Qiao Huan laughed dumbly for a moment after listening to the other party's question.

There are so many stories about him.

So, he carefully selected one of the most impressive boring experiences from his story library.

A story about staying up late with my father to watch the transformation of cicadas.

That night was extraordinarily long, like this story.

And the final result is that the father left for something, and the cicada would be ugly after it transformed.

After Xiaofeng heard it, he just felt that he couldn't open his eyes.

These two old men are looking at the stars in the attic!Such a sentimental scene, why is my mind full of such a boring and lonely story!

But when he saw Zhuo Yang's reaction, he was dumbfounded.

Zhuo Yang's eyes were red.

He automatically substituted himself into the cicada that was about to transform, and he especially understood the pain of wanting to break through but not being able to make progress, and his family was not around.

The two brothers looked at each other in the darkness.

Zhuo Yang relieved the embarrassment by yawning, but Qiao Xu couldn't see it. The red eye circles meant that he didn't find the story boring, but was distracted.

The two who tried to hypnotize each other but lost their minds: ...

A suspicion of "I am so talented in storytelling" silently spread in the hearts of the two.

then.

The two looked at Constantine and were instantly furious.

They can tell such a boring story so interestingly, how could this child fall asleep!

The story is boring but very educational!

Unwilling to be reconciled, Zhuo Yang poked Constantine's stomach.

"Are you asleep? No? Are you listening too intently with your eyes closed?"

Konstantin suddenly woke up: "?"

He started dreaming!

In the dream, two old monks were whispering in his ears.

Zhuo Yang was still immersed in emotion, "Ding Ding, our story is very exciting, I'll tell you another one!"

Constantine had tears in his eyes: "Uncle Zhuo, is this your punishment for not sleeping?"

Two people who have no self-awareness about their storytelling skills: ?

How could this be punishment!

Xiaofeng next door finally understood the real purpose of the two.

It turns out that the purpose of telling stories is to make the baby fall asleep early!

Have a heart!

But when he turned his head, he saw that the staff behind him were all teary-eyed.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh

Xiaofeng: Hiss.

Is he himself too out of place?

In the morning, attic.

After telling more than a dozen stories, the two were thirsty. Looking at each other who was getting more and more energetic, they wondered if they really had such a talent for storytelling.

And the child Constantine slept in a very bad position, with his head resting on Zhuo Yang's retreat, but his feet stretched into Qiao Huan's arms.

So neither of the two dared to move, and sat for the whole night.

However, he also took the opportunity to see the painting clearly, it looked like it was drawn by a child, other than that, there was nothing weird about it.

Xiaofeng saw this scene under the morning light and quickly took a screenshot.

It's the cover of this variety show!

After a simple wash, the two also had to leave the house and take Constantine to participate in today's itinerary.

The city's elementary school sports meeting.

The sports meeting was held in the big square in the city, but even though it was a big square, it was just an open space, and the surrounding area was only a hundred and eighty steps away from the farmland.

But this can't stop the enthusiasm of the children in the city. After all, this kind of activity is rare. If it weren't for the funding of the program group, it would not be held once in a few years. Hundreds of active elementary school students gathered here. Yo little head.

There are a lot of equipment on the square, and the children who arrived early are already competing.

All events are divided into two categories, one is traditional, such as running, long jump, etc.; the other is innovative, and most of them are to be participated with parents, such as small cross-country, frisbee, two-person three-legged and so on.

The program team didn't make it difficult for Constantine, and only signed him up for the sprint and long jump for the eight-year-old group, which are the easiest and most trouble-free of all the events.

Constantine also agreed before, but today he kept his head down and refused to participate.

The child psychologists hired by the program group are also in place. Qiao Huan and Zhuo Yang asked him for advice, but they couldn't make a judgment for a while.

The process froze again.

Qiao Huan saw that there was a popcorn seller next to him, so he planned to buy some for Constantine, hoping that the sweets could soothe his mood.

But just before he took two steps, there was a loud shout behind him.

"What the hell are you doing?" a man yelled, "You hurt my son!"

Zhuo Yang shook off the opponent's hand on his shoulder: "What are you looking at? Obviously your fat boy stepped on my child's foot."

Qiao Huan hurried back and looked at the situation.

The man was in his thirties, with a rascal look on his face - it was really not that Qiao Huan judged people by their appearance, it was mainly because the other party was wearing clothes with one piece of the east and the other with the west, pulling on the shoes, and smoking a cigarette in a scene where so many children gathered together, Really bad first impression.

Constantine looked at Zhuo Yang in a daze, timidly.

Not to mention that the other party's child was fat and strong, he also had an arrogant face, and he was carved out of the same mold as his father.

When the two sides were confronting each other, the child unexpectedly pinched Constantine's face.

Zhuo Yang immediately picked up Constantine and took half a step back, glaring at him: "Can you take care of your child?"

The man spat: "Ah, I still said who it was, it turned out to be a little monster from the Platinum Coast."

The children also chimed in: "Little monster!"

Qiao slowly stood in front of Ding Ding and Zhuo Yang, and said coldly, "Looking for trouble?"

The other party's acting skills are even worse than when Constantine pretended to be dead, and he is obviously here to provoke trouble.

The man immediately went to the ground: "Oh, it's great to be a celebrity, and bring your children to beat people!"

In an instant, countless people surrounded him.

Only then did Qiao Huan notice that there was a person behind the other party who was taking a video with a mobile phone.

"Friend, don't be as knowledgeable as them," a woman approached, and whispered in Qiao Xu's ear, "He's from our place... an internet celebrity, he doesn't farm the land, and he's just provoking trouble in the street every day."

When the man saw the woman stepping forward, his performance became even more joyful.

"The big monster came to find the little monster, the Feng Shui of our place is bad for people like you!"

The woman wore a neat ponytail, and she looked like she was a referee.

referee?Qiao Huan thought for a moment.

"Nonsense!" The woman trembled angrily, "What Feng Shui is we destroying? You don't farm the land yourself, and you don't do it when the professor of University B teaches you to grow crayfish and rice fields to generate income. You bring a group of people to live broadcast every day. No, you want to talk about bad Fengshui? Pooh, it's your bad manners!"

Qiao Huan instantly remembered the old people from yesterday.

He got up early today and took the time to check it out, and found that City B was indeed encouraging the cultivation of crayfish. For this reason, the professor of University B personally led students to promote it door-to-door, but it had little effect.

Obviously, this person in front of him is one of the reasons.

"It's useless for you, we are not well-known, so we won't bring you much heat," Qiao Huan pointed to Xiaofeng and the film crew in the distance, pointing to the vital point, "And we are also filming the whole process, your every move It's all recorded."

But Qiao Huan hadn't finished speaking when the man suddenly got up, picked up his phone and slapped Constantine in the face:

"Come, come, let me show my family the little monsters in our rich area..."

Snapped--

Zhuo Yang couldn't bear it anymore, he took a picture of the other party's cell phone, and pointed at the rascal's nose.

"You fucking stay away from me."

The angry Zhuo Yang is particularly scary, even Qiao Xu thinks so.

After a while, the scene cooled down.

But the rascal smiled sickly, revealing a mouth full of yellow teeth.

"Who are you scaring, young man?" He took off his shirt. "Little entertainers like you can still beat people. It's nothing more than showing off your dead muscles. How dare you beat working people?"

He was sure that Zhuo Yang would not dare to make a move on such an occasion.

Zhuo Yang was also trembling with anger.

Is he dead muscle?In less than three seconds, this man should be crying and begging for his life!

But when he looked to the side, Qiao Huan was playing with his phone lazily, and his heart sank instantly.

Really stepping on a horse is a rogue who meets a soldier, and the reason is unclear.

The man looked triumphant, and turned to look at his "camera assistant": "Just now, the elder sister said that I don't farm. My family members look at me. My back is dark. This is the skin color of a farmer! You see Her delicate skin and tender flesh, and the appearance of these two little artists next to her, this is not farming! They are bullying people!"

After finishing speaking, it was not enough to see everyone staring at him angrily, and added: "Family, people in the entertainment industry are terrible! Come to us to build a Platinum Coast, don't know how to enjoy it?" How many blessings have they received, and now they are recording the show again, pretending, how do they know the hard work of our farmers!"

Everyone was watching the show, and no one stopped it for a while.

There are a few of these scoundrels in every village, so it's not surprising.

But as time passed, their eyes gradually stopped focusing on the macho man who was on the verge of breaking out, and instead looked at the person next to him who seemed to be out of the state.

They couldn't tell why, but they just felt that this person... was holding back his big move.

"There's nothing to say!" The rascal snorted twice, "You pampered brat."

"Oh, just in time." Qiao Huan raised his head at the right time, "I'm afraid you won't mention it, it happens to be the elementary school sports meeting today, shall we compare farm work?"

The man was taken aback, and looked at Qiao Huan who seemed to have nothing to do with him just now: "What are you talking about, young man?"

Then he looked at the onlookers, hoping to be recognized, "This little star also said that he can do farm work, I laughed so hard!"

There was a low-pitched laughter all around, but they were not laughing at Qiao Huan, but at a man who looked like a clown.

The more the dog barks, the happier it is.

Qiao Huan looked at the man with colder eyes than when he looked at Constantine yesterday, but the corners of his lips rose:

"I just contacted Uncle in the next village. The crayfish seedlings in their farmland have come out. Why don't we compare Lianba and the adults to see who can catch more? It can be regarded as helping the elderly."

"What?" The man hesitated for a moment.

"Excuse me, are you one of the referees for this competition?" Qiao Huan looked at the sullen lady.

The lady nodded and understood Qiao Huan's meaning: "Yes, I can approve this project on behalf of the organizing committee."

"Okay," Qiao Huan shouted to the crowd, "Everyone is welcome to sign up too, two adults and one child, let's have fun together."

Most of the onlookers were farmers. Hearing about this project, they immediately became energetic.

Although those two-person and three-legged events are very popular abroad, they are not very down-to-earth. This kind of work in the field can still compete. Anyway, it is suitable to help farmers, and it is interesting!

"This is good!"

"Catching lobsters? Fun! I'm good at it!"

The surrounding response was enthusiastic.

Qiao slowly raised his eyebrows and looked at the rascal: "You won't not participate, Mr. Farmer?"

The rascal puffed out his chest: "Hey! I'm still... afraid that you little brats who don't know what to eat will fail!"

The little fat man also waved his fist: "I'm amazing!"

"You can broadcast live as you like, and we will also broadcast live here." Qiao Huan looked at Xiaofeng again, "There is no need for lighting or the like. The sun is the best stage lighting, is that okay?"

Xiaofeng: "Okay, okay!"

I was worried that the recording of the show was boring, but I didn't expect Qiao Huan to be not only a guest, but also a planner!

So, under the leadership of Qiao Huan and the female referee, more than a dozen groups of adults and children who signed up walked to the uncle's farmland.

Seeing this, Qiao Huan was also relieved.

Not only can he slap a rascal in the face, he can also help the old and weak uncles and aunts with work, and he can also get close to the referee. His quick wit can kill three birds with one stone, which is not bad.

The only thing I'm afraid of is...

Qiao slowly walked to Zhuo Yang who was holding Constantine: "Brother Zhuo, take Ding Ding home first, I'll just ask Yiwei to bring his child to save the scene."

Zhuo Yang was also worried about the state of Ding Ding, who was called the "little monster", and nodded anxiously, "Okay."

But as soon as he got to the village, he saw the grandpas and aunts busy in the fields, but Constantine suddenly spoke.

"Uncle... Let's join in too, can we?"

Zhuo Yang and Qiao Xu were naturally pleasantly surprised.

The psychologist next to him also took the opportunity to record, "Just watch Ding Ding's performance in group activities, so I can evaluate it!"

But Constantine added another sentence, which made the three of them fall into deep thought.

"This time... I don't want to just watch anymore."

"Again"?

What do you mean?

But before Qiao Huan and Zhuo Yang had time to think carefully about the meaning, they suddenly heard the uncle in the distance waving a towel and shouting loudly——

"Oh! The apple boy who delivered the lunch box is here!"

Two people:?

There are so many mysteries that I don't know where to start to solve them.