Absolute Persona [Unlimited]

As soon as Jiang Jian finished speaking, Hao Gang found that his popularity in the live broadcast instantly soared by an order of magnitude.

He stared at the two of them dumbfounded: "Well, I just have one question... Who is it, toss, who?"

"Don't talk about it yet!" Bu Meng immediately took out three copper coins from his pocket, "Let me make a guess."

Chen Xiqing squinted her eyes, speechless with disgust: "I didn't expect Mr. Zhong to change his routine when he came back from the ghost gate? From rejecting people for thousands of miles to not rejecting anyone who comes."

The instigator, Jiang, didn't have any intention of explaining. He felt more comfortable with ambiguity and misleading than going against his will and setting up a forced acting.

"It's not very polite to enter the house first and whisper outside the door."

The victim, Zhong, did not make any excuses, and walked forward while talking.

His aura was quite strong, and with just a few words, the other three died down.

After exchanging glances, the three turned around and walked towards Village Chief Zhao's house.

Jiang Jian stared at Zhong Xun's tall back, obviously smelling a murderous aura of unknown meaning.It wasn't until Zhong Xun turned around and met his gaze suddenly that he figured out where the murderous aura came from.

Zhong Xun moved his lips, and said in a low voice when he rubbed shoulders: "You dirty and innocent guy."

Jiang Jian raised her eyes without any shame: "Well, thank you for your cooperation."

The fake variety show couple rolled their eyes at each other to show respect, and dragged their feet into Zhao Hongliang's house.

As the village head, Zhao Hongliang's courtyard is not as spacious as imagined, and even looks a bit more dilapidated than A Song's house.

Jiang Jian sniffed and smelled a faint smell of medicinal wine.

He looked around and found the source of the smell on a table not far away.

But before he stepped forward to take a closer look, the village chief took the sundries on the table back to the house, and brought out lunch one after another from the kitchen.

The "village head" is the key figure in the prompts of this variety show. No matter how entangled the guests are, completing the program requirements is the top priority.

I thought that because of the heavy rain last night, not only would I miss the important plot, but I would also miss the sumptuous dinner.Now sitting around the table at the village head's house, everyone realized that they were thinking too much.

There was a table of clear soup and little water. Those who didn't know thought they had gone to a temple in the mountains to have a vegetarian meal.

"I haven't eaten such an unappetizing meal for a long time." Chen Xiqing bit a small piece of vegetable, threw the bowl casually, and said domineeringly, "There is no oil and no taste, village chief, how about you cook?" Just stop entertaining people..."

Bu Meng sighed in a low voice, and raised his hand to cover that mouth that could output anything.

Jiang Jian picked up the chopsticks and said to Zhong Xun, "Ah Song... is quite cute."

Zhong Xun nodded heavily.

Made them chicken soup the first night, what a good boy!

Only Hao Gang, who bowed his head and sucked white water noodles, smacked his lips while eating, focused on dog licking for 20 years, said loudly to Zhao Hongliang: "Village chief, it's delicious! Do you have any more, let's serve it more!"

Village head Zhao came out of the kitchen with a big smile and put a large bowl of noodles in front of him: "Eat more if it tastes good, if you don't have enough, there is more."

Hao Gang's chopsticks quickly reached into the basin, and he picked up a large chopstick and put it into his own bowl.

"It's very delicious!" His mouth was full, "Can I eat it every day?"

"Yes, anyway, I'm the only one at home, and it's still lively if someone comes."

"Is that so? Why don't I move in from Big Brother Luan's house to accompany you?"

"Okay, no problem!" Village Chief Zhao said cheerfully, "I was thinking that you are about the same age as Yiping, so I, an old man, won't join in the fun."

"Hey, I, Hao Gang, have no other strengths except respecting the old and loving the young."

Hao Gang swallowed the noodles in his mouth and patted his stomach.

In a place where the village chief couldn't see, he quietly gave himself a thumbs up: plan to pass.

"..." Everyone was dumbfounded.

So this is the highest level of dog licking?Lick to the end, everything!

With a twist of his wrist, Bu Meng threw the copper coin on the table, and took advantage of the situation to pick up a vegetable leaf: "From the divination, I'm afraid we will have to eat a few more lunches like this."

Chen Xiqing casually beeped two sentences that 100% will be silenced.

"..." Bu Meng picked up a piece of carrot and stuffed it into her mouth, "You know what? With your attitude and Zhong Xun's silver hair, I suspect that I'm not in a rural experience program."

Jiang Jian, who was supposed to be participating in a legal program, pricked up his ears and asked earnestly, "What is that?"

Bu Meng pouted angrily: "What else can it be! A rural renovation program for the rich second generation."

Zhong Xun: "..."

Chen Xiqing: "..."

After the meal, the village chief took them to the utility room, where he finally revealed his intention.

"The labor force in our village is not enough. There is no one to pick the large tea leaves on the mountain. I wonder if you would like to..."

"Willing, willing, willing!" Hao Gang rushed into the house, took the tools and ran out.

Zhao Hongliang couldn't help laughing, and turned around to explain the route up the mountain and the method of picking tea to the others.

"Aren't you going up with us?" Bu Meng asked, "We are all newbies, and there is no one to guide us..."

Village head Zhao shook his head: "My legs and feet are not very good, so I can only raise them at home. If Yiping is on the mountain, he can teach you."

Jiang Jian looked at the brown spots on Zhao Hongliang's pants and asked, "Are you injured?"

Zhao Hongliang sighed, and shook his head in embarrassment: "The morning you came here, you accidentally fell and hurt yourself. You thought it was not a serious problem, but after picking you up, you found that it was more serious. That's why I let...Xiao Tao pick you up. .”

No wonder there was a trace of blood smelled on the village chief that day, and the smell of medicinal wine in the house also explained it.

Jiang Jian nodded, bowed slightly, picked up the bamboo basket and walked out.

Hao Gang and Chen Xiqing made jokes as they walked, and Bu Meng led the way plausibly. He didn't know whether he was repeating the route guidance given by the village chief, or relying on divination to choose the direction of the fork.

Jiang Jian walked behind with one foot deep and one foot shallow, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

He stopped to take a breath, raised his hand to wipe his sweat, looked at the tea mountain not far away, took a deep breath, and raised his foot to continue.

Suddenly there was a light in his hand.

Without saying a word, Zhong Xun picked up all the tools in his arms, and the weight of the tools for two people seemed light in his arms.

Jiang Jian: "?"

He frowned in displeasure, and wanted to say, "I don't seem to ask you to help? Look down on me?", then thought of his character, put away his useless self-esteem, turned his head, and shook his hand like a shopkeeper. Put it back in the windbreaker pocket.

Zhong Xun looked at his side face, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, this time "Jiang Jian" is really lifelike, even the extremely poor physical fitness and panting are fully played.

"What are you thinking about with such a serious expression?" He asked, "Still struggling with Chen Yandong?"

Jiang Jian glanced back at him: "I'm wondering if this village and these people really exist."

"What are your thoughts?"

"I don't know. The terrain here is very similar to the south-central or southwest, but the fields I saw along the way are not like the classic crops in this place...It feels very inconsistent and unreal. And I have never I've heard of the so-called Qingluan Village, Cuiyun County, City Y." Jiang Jian said.

The mountain bird flew over the heads of the two, and a crisp cry sounded.

"Why do you want to find a sense of reality in the show?" Zhong Xun looked at him, "This is just your first show, and it is a plot that is close to real life. After that, you may also face shows that travel through ancient and modern times and even fly to outer space. Special episode, do you still think these are real?"

"Where is it unreal? Chen Yandong died right in front of my eyes, and he just happened to come to Qingluan Village before his death. You want to say that this is not the real world, but a program design?" Jiang Jian's eyes shone with disbelief.

"What about these living people who will get sick, bleed and die? It's just NPCs, holograms, and data?"

"Is it impossible?" Zhong Xun asked him back.

"That's what puzzles me, too."

He lowered his head and looked at his toes: "I knew exactly what kind of world I was in before entering the show, and the level of technological development. The realization of holography is a future technology that requires a deep understanding of the brain.

"In other words, the research progress of brain science cannot support the realization of holographic technology at all."

However, the broadcasting center he entered inexplicably, and the progress of the program without cause and effect, are gradually shaking his belief.

Zhong Xun stopped in his tracks, turned his head, and looked at Jiang Jian's slightly curly hair.

The breeze in the mountains blew the hem of his clothes.

Even though he knew that he was not the real Jiang Jian, at this moment, he still felt that he was completely different from those fakes before.

"I told you before that no one knows where the end is, they can only move forward. In the same way, everyone is like you, and they don't know where the starting point is."

Zhong Xun's face was solemn, and he said word by word: If you want to figure it out, just focus on what's in front of you and live well first.Also, don't forget how you feel right now. "

"In front of me..."

Jiang Jian raised his finger, and the scattered villagers hurried down the mountain, keeping a distance from them, seeing them like a flood of beasts, and avoiding them.

His eyes were full of taboo and vigilance.

"This should be what Asong said. Those villagers in the village who are unwilling to contact the outside world?"

"It's possible." Jiang Jian watched the last villager disappear from sight, "It would be great if I could chat with them."

Zhong Xun shrugged, walked up to the tea mountain in charge of the village head, shuttled among the tea leaves, gently twirling the tip of the tea leaves with his fingertips: "Do some work first, and I'll ask when I'm resting."

"Work?" Jiang Jian's eyes moved.

"What's the matter? Don't I look like someone who does this kind of rough work?" Zhong Xun raised his eyebrows, "Don't judge people by their appearance, and don't listen to what those two little girls say about the transformation of rich second-generation villages. I am very deep in the grassroots. "

"..." Did he say anything?

"I'm just thinking." Jiang Jian took his bamboo basket from Zhong Xun, "The task of the village chief is a bit strange."

"..."

Zhong Xun was convinced again that he was not the Jiang Jian he knew.

That Jiang Jian has always been indifferent and alienated, he asked desperately behind him before he opened his golden mouth and popped out a few words.Where is it like this one now, I can't stop my mind for a moment when I get to the bottom of it.

He rubbed his forehead, and looked into Jiang Jian's clear eyes helplessly.

"You said."

"'It must be early morning, when the sun cannot be seen. In the early morning, there is no dew in the night, and the tea buds are moist. When the sun is seen, the yang energy will be weak." Jiang Jian raised his eyes to look at the sun, and said softly, "Most tea picking pays attention to the season. , there is dew in the morning, and it is best when there is no sunshine. Even if he is inconvenient, there is no reason for him to let us come in the afternoon?"

"If the quantity is large, it's not uncommon to pick from early morning to sunset. Otherwise, weren't those villagers here just now?"

"Maybe. But I always get the feeling that he doesn't want us to stay in his house any longer."

"Then you can ask Hao Gang later. In order not to pinch his own Mr. Luan's house in the middle of the night, he licked the bed with the best geomantic omen in the village head's house."

"..."

Jiang Jian suppressed the doubts in her heart, and was about to turn around to pick tea, when she suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure stumbling along the road from the foot of the mountain.

"Brother, do you think that is?" He asked subconsciously.

Zhong Xun was startled, and was in a trance when he was called "Brother". When he turned his head, he saw that thin figure fell hard on the mountain road and slid back.

One accident will roll into the valley!

After recovering, Jiang Jian had already put down the things in his hands and rushed down the mountain.

He heard Chen Xiqing's sharp and piercing exclamation behind him.

"Xiaochen!?"

Zhong Xun followed with strides, and soon caught up with Jiang Jian.

The black windbreaker fluttered behind him, and Jiang Jian stopped firmly in front of Tao Xiaochen, stretching out his arms to gently lift her up.

He obviously has a clear and brittle appearance, and hates all filth, but at this moment, he is like a patron saint of compassion, forgetting the mud and dust, embracing the fragile creatures, and letting peace of mind come to the world.

It's... so unlike him.

Zhong Xun approached and leaned over: "Xiaochen? Tao Xiaochen?"

The girl in Jiang Jian's arms was dirty, she endured the pain and opened her eyes, looked the two of them up and down, and said with horror on her face, "Children, are you from the city?"

Jiang Jian instantly turned to look at Zhong Xun.

The other party also looked surprised.

"Help me, take me home, I... Is it enough for me to give you 500 million!?"

Jiang Jian's brows became tighter and tighter, and her arms trembled slightly with the girl's trembling body.

Zhong Xun squatted down beside Jiang Jian, took Tao Xiaochen from his hand tenderly, and hugged him horizontally.

As he walked towards a safe and flat place, he said, "Little sister, take a closer look at our faces, is it only worth 500 million?"

The author has something to say:

Zhong Xun: I am worthless.

Jiang Jian: I dirty QuQ.

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Note: Zhao Ruli's "Beiyuan Bielu": "It must be early morning, the sun cannot be seen, the morning is the night before the dew, the tea buds are moist, and the sun is weak when the sun is seen."

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