The protagonist wants to steal my script again

Although Zhou Lianrong was asked not to follow this behavior, the acceptance of the results had to be postponed, because the next day it was time for them to record the second episode of "The Cabin of Friendship".

Before the program team came to pick him up that morning, An Minghui was woken up by a call from Ren Jing, and as soon as he got through, he heard the other party asking in a hurry: "Yesterday you and Mr. Zhou... Lao Zhou had a fight? "

It took about five seconds for his dull brain to digest this short sentence, and he was so sleepy that he couldn't help but yawned: "No, what happened?" The conversation yesterday was obviously very calm.

"Look for yourself." After saying this, Ren Jing hung up the phone, and then sent a picture on WeChat.

Rubbing his eyes that were still sore after waking up, An Minghui clicked on the picture, and saw Zhou Lianrong sitting on a chair reading a script. Most of the time, his face was expressionless, but in the picture Zhou Lianrong looked extraordinarily... gloomy.

It feels as if if you get close to this person within a radius of three meters, you will be difficult to breathe due to the low air pressure. It doesn't look like a state suitable for recording programs.

It was still early, he lay on the bed and didn't want to get up, so he kept calling Zhou Lianrong in such a state: "Brother Ren said that you are in a bad mood early in the morning, is it because of me?"

"..."

An Minghui took this silence as a tacit consent, and he smiled helplessly: "Didn't you be fine yesterday, why are you unhappy today?"

"That's the basic quality of an actor." Zhou Lianrong replied in a low voice, and he could hear that he was still not in a good mood, "Don't worry about Ren Jing, I will proceed normally when recording the show, and there will be no extra problems."

"Really, but I don't have the qualities of an actor. Knowing that you are in such a low mood, it is difficult to pretend that nothing happened. Can you tell me the specific reason?"

Zhou Lianrong put the receiver of the mobile phone close to her ear, listened carefully to the hoarse voice, gently stroked the edge of the script with her fingers, and replied, "I want to see you, but I don't want you to hate me either."

Teacher An, who was still unaccustomed to being confessed directly by someone like this, choked for a moment, raised his hand and patted his hot face again, and said, "I hate a person with a high standard, and you haven't met it yet. You haven't met it because of It makes me happy to restrain myself against my will, so I hope you relax a little bit too."

"We can meet later when the program is being recorded. Well, I can only comfort you here, and it would be too embarrassing to talk about it. See you later."

Putting the mobile phone back on the table at hand, Zhou Lianrong finally looked up at Ren Jing who was nailed to the sofa with a utility knife and was stiff as if his joints were rusted.

"I'm sorry, I know I was wrong." Ren Jing quickly apologized, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, his hair, which was always meticulously arranged, was a little messy, and his tie was pierced through the middle by a utility knife, and fixed on the sofa behind him, He was afraid that someone would accidentally step on Zhou Lianrong's minefield, "I will try not to be nosy in the future."

Just now he sent the pictures to An Minghui, and then began to persuade Zhou Lianrong to give up the unimaginable practice for the umpteenth time: "I can turn a blind eye when you are in love, but you must stop following and secretly taking pictures, you Once this kind of behavior is discovered by Mr. An, you will be regarded as a pervert, do you know? Don't talk about falling in love, the lawsuit alone will make you burnt out. "

This sentence obviously succeeded in angering Mr. Actor, who was already in a bad mood, and then he became in his current state.

Before this, he had never known that Zhou Lianrong, who was in love, was such a terrifying person, who could even take a knife if he disagreed with her.

After the phone call just now, the ancestor's mood was obviously much better, and Ren Jing dared to defend his previous remarks: "I just want to express that you don't need to care about my opinion, but An Minghui himself Thoughts on you..."

"He can say anything." Zhou Lianrong said calmly, "You can't."

"..." Speechless.

Ren Jing felt that he was an idiot for deliberately coming here to stare at people because he was afraid that Zhou Lianrong would show up again.

At this moment, he hoped from the bottom of his heart that these two people would finally get married, and then let the person in front of him who was coercing him by force experience the feeling of strict control of his wife, so that he could vent his anger.

***

The first episode of the program gave them time to clean the house and obtain daily necessities, but it became more unfriendly from the second episode, and the shooting time became a three-day jump.

Specifically, the program team stated that their daily life will be completely resolved by themselves in the future. The resort they are in will no longer provide corresponding convenience services. All cash on them will be temporarily confiscated, and other payment methods will not work. Back to primitive society.

According to the director: It is actually very simple to eat. This resort area was originally rebuilt from a mountainous area, and now it still retains many natural features and farming areas. It is very convenient for them to go up the mountain to pick vegetables or fish in the water.

But in An Minghui's view, picking vegetables on the mountain and fishing in the water are already very inconvenient, not to mention that even the rice needs to be harvested by themselves.If you want to eat meat, it will be even more troublesome. You have to work part-time for the merchants in the resort to make money and then buy it in the shop. The director said that if they are brave enough to kill pigs by themselves, that’s okay. In this case, the cost of buying livestock can be paid by The program group pays for it.

In general, as Su Daowu said: "Are we here for labor reform??"

Carrying a basket and walking on the mountain road with Zhou Lianrong, An Minghui looked at the few wild vegetables in the basket as samples, which were provided by the program team as a reference to identify which plants were edible.

"I heard that there are fruit trees on the mountain. If you encounter them, you can pick some back." He said as he walked, "I didn't expect that shooting daily life is such a daily life... I have never seen these wild vegetables. How to do it will be better. tasty?"

"I'll cook this time." Zhou Lianrong walked a step behind, reminding him to watch his feet from time to time, "What do you want to eat?"

Bending down to dig out a wild vegetable growing under a tree, An Minghui smiled and replied while holding the wild vegetable and comparing it with the sample: "Didn't you say that adults can't be picky eaters? Of course, I will eat whatever you do .Huh? Do you see fruit growing on that tree over there?"

The two left the inconspicuous path and entered the mountain forest, and finally stopped under a tree with red fruits. An Minghui asked the accompanying program team to confirm that the fruits on it were edible, and then raised his head again to look up. : "It seems that all the fruits below have been picked, and the tree is quite tall...or forget it."

When he was speaking, Zhou Lianrong had already put the basket on the ground, walked around the tree, and then selected a convenient starting point, and was about to start climbing the tree.

"Wait, wait!" He quickly grabbed the person to prevent him from climbing up too quickly, "Stop climbing, there is no protection in this place, let's go ahead and find something else."

Zhou Lianrong measured the height of the tree again, as if he didn't understand what An Minghui had to worry about: "This tree is not too tall."

"..." It's really not very high, but it's not good to fall, "Then don't go up too high, as long as you can reach it, you don't need to pick too much."

The fruit on this tree is not big, only about a circle larger than mulberry, the fruit skin is purple-red, and it looks very delicious. An Minghui is holding a basket under the tree and preparing to pick the fruit.

"Be careful." Seeing Zhou Lianrong climb up quickly, he still couldn't help telling, "Don't get hurt."

"It's okay." Breaking off a short branch full of fruits and throwing it down, Zhou Lianrong glanced at the ground, then continued to pick the plump ripe fruits, "At most, it's just a broken bone."

This casual but very pertinent evaluation made An Minghui and the staff following the filming speechless for a while.

"Please don't break your bones. I really can't do it by walking down the mountain with you on my back." The painful lesson when we met for the first time made him very clear about his own weight. "It might be the same for two people to roll down together."

"will not."

After picking enough fruits to eat today, Zhou Lianrong quickly got down from the tree. Just like what he said, there were no mistakes or accidents during the whole process.

After returning to the ground, Zhou Lianrong naturally took the half-filled basket from An Minghui's hand, patted the dust on his body, and continued to move forward.

Before taking a few steps, An Minghui felt that he stepped on a raised stone, his ankle tilted to the side uncontrollably, and at the same time he staggered a few steps, but fortunately he was helped by Zhou Lianrong. It didn't fall directly to the ground.

Feeling the pain from his ankle, he felt that this situation was helplessly familiar, and he didn't know if it could be regarded as some kind of feng shui turn.

"Sit down." Quickly helping the person to sit on the ground, Zhou Lianrong rolled up An Minghui's trouser legs, and pressed on his ankle a few times, "Does it hurt?"

"It's okay, not serious." The sprain wasn't severe just now, and now I don't feel any pain when I move my ankle. As long as I don't do strenuous exercise, there's nothing wrong with it. "It's fine to apply a little compress after returning home, and it won't affect walking."

He gestured to the staff that there was no problem, and just as he was about to stand up, Zhou Lianrong pushed him back forcefully: "I'll carry you back."

"I'm really fine." An Minghui looked at the person squatting in front of him with his back in tears, "It's not to the point where he can't walk." Maybe he doesn't even need ice compresses, and he can recover a lot after a short rest.

Although he felt that he was fine from the bottom of his heart, he still did not confront Zhou Lianrong in the end. First, he felt that there was no need for two big men to quarrel over this matter, and second, he was afraid that Zhou Lianrong would make something annoying in front of the program crew. Surprised remarks.

The staff wanted to come forward to help, but Zhou Lianrong refused.

The author has something to say: the behind-the-scenes talk of the crew

Director: Old Zhou, you can't do this, a normal 4-word play, you dragged [-], it's time to change the scene!

Old Zhou: no

Director: You have to think about the script behind

Old Zhou: no

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