The CP of the strong group is the sweetest [Entertainment]

However, although.

This is certainly true.

After the staff told Jiang Panxue this fact, as if to comfort her, he pointed to another dilapidated room next to him and said, "Don't worry, that's where we live."

Jiang Panxue took a look at the other bungalow next to the bungalow where she was going to stay for a month. For a while, she didn't see any difference.

Jiang Panxue made beautiful French fingernails and held the crossbar of the suitcase, with tears in her beautiful eyes, and stepped back firmly.

"I won't take pictures anymore." Jiang Panxue said, "Whoever likes to take pictures should take pictures."

As she spoke, she stepped on her pair of slender high-heeled shoes and walked away from the venue briskly.

The staff was stunned for a moment, and the fat boy who issued the ticket before quickly followed and surrounded her.

"Sister, please, sister, I have to stop shooting now!" the fat boy begged bitterly.

Jiang Panxue walked straight forward as if she hadn't seen him, her high heels stamped small holes on the country road.

The guest who reacted the most ran away, and the rest of the guests who didn't run...in fact, they didn't get any better.

Meng Xiuyang's complexion was several times uglier than before, but he didn't have the confidence to leave Jiang Panxue. He could only lament his eternal bad luck and being suppressed by others, while curling up in a corner of the house, wrapping his hands around his knees, not moving up.

Zhong Qi glanced at Meng Xiuyang, his eyes were full of "sorrow for his misfortune, anger for his indisputability", he sighed heavily, and was about to move forward when he was held firmly by a hand.

That hand belonged to Yuan Xiao.

Yuan Xiao supported Zhong Qi, while Cheng Feng stood aside, carrying Zhong Qi's suitcase and Yuan Xiao's suitcase in each hand, and went in with them.

"Mr. Zhong, are your legs uncomfortable?" Yuan Xiao helped Zhong Qi to sit in a room that was the living room at the entrance. He wiped the dust on the bench with the sleeve of his coat before asking the old man to sit down.

Zhong Qi glanced at Yuan Xiao who was helping him, and sat down calmly, without saying thank you or anything else, his eyes were a little cold.

Yuan Xiao doesn't really care what Zhong Qi thinks of him; after this period of ups and downs, Yuan Xiao is used to the different eyes of others; he finds a few enamel cups from the room calmly, washes them and gives them to Zhong Qi After pouring a glass of water, he dragged Cheng Feng to visit the room.

Yuan Xiao's mood is completely different from others.

He likes this place very much, because no matter how remote the country is, how dilapidated the house is, how unreliable the project seems-it's an opportunity he fought hard to win.

In any case, being able to come here and have a photographer following him is much better than a situation where none of the cameras are aimed at him.

He was just a little worried about Cheng Feng.

"Don't worry." The two walked into the room on the left of the living room, and just out of Zhong Qi's sight, Cheng Feng said suddenly.

"What?" Yuan Xiao was a little surprised.

"Don't worry." Cheng Feng said again, "Everything will be fine."

Yuan Xiao stopped looking at the room, turned his head and looked at Cheng Feng, his gaze changed from surprise to relief, and he smiled sweetly at Cheng Feng.

"What are you laughing at?" Cheng Feng also laughed, and reached out to brush the broken hair on his forehead.

Yuan Xiao frowned: "What you told me... I originally wanted to persuade you."

He wanted to say to Cheng Feng: Don't worry, everything will be fine.But it turned out that their hearts were interlinked.

Yuan Xiao involuntarily got closer to Cheng Feng, and when he looked at this house, he felt that it was really cute—although it was an earthen house in the countryside, the ventilation and lighting here were very good!

Although the whole room was covered with a thin layer of dust, except for a little dust, it was cleaned by someone!

Although all kinds of furniture are a bit dilapidated and old, the rattan chairs with rolled edges and wooden tables with scratches are the humane furniture that have been used for a long time!

Yuan Xiaotong read it once, and the more he read it, the more he felt that this place was very good.

only……

Yuan Xiao: "It seems... there are only four houses here?"

"Yes, there are only four houses." Cheng Feng said, "From left to right in the middle hall, there are two rooms in each."

Yuan Xiao: "There is...only one bed in each room?"

Cheng Feng: "A bed by the window—what's the matter?"

Yuan Xiao: "No...it's nothing."

Only four rooms!Only four beds!But!But—there are five of them!

In this case, does it mean that he and Cheng Feng will share the same bed again? ? ? ?

Yuan Xiao covered his blushing face due to nervousness, shyness or excitement, and left Cheng Feng's side in the name of going to get the quilt.

Walking to the side of the cabinet, Yuan Xiao took out a quilt and pointed to the bright sunshine outside.

"Do you want to dry the quilt?" Yuan Xiao asked, "Cover it at night?"

Cheng Feng: "Okay."

The two carried two quilts each to the courtyard, and the bright sun hung high in the sky, carrying some scorching heat.

Cheng Feng found two plastic ropes from the living room, shook them apart quickly, tied them to two trees in the yard, stretched them straight, and they became clotheslines.

Yuan Xiao shook off the quilt, Cheng Feng cooperated with him, hanging it up one by one.

After the last bed was hung up, Yuan Xiao easily threw himself on the quilt, hugging a thick quilt with a smile.

Yuan Xiao smiled and said, "Cheng Feng, Cheng Feng, this quilt is so comfortable!"

Cheng Feng hummed lightly, stood aside and looked at Yuan Xiao.

Yuan Xiao's whole body has been buried in the soft quilt, the transparent white cheeks are blended with the soft quilt, the sun falling from the top of his head makes the other side of his cheek red, eyes closed It looks very comfortable.

Cheng Feng asked: "Very happy?"

"Yes, very happy." Yuan Xiao opened his eyes, still put his head on the quilt, and looked at Cheng Feng with a smile, "We are very happy to have this opportunity, very happy to be here."

"We are not separated, we are the happiest."

Cheng Feng's eyes suddenly lit up, he raised his legs and walked to Yuan Xiao's side, stretched out his hand, held his hand, and held him in his palm.

"I am also very happy." Cheng Feng said.

Yuan Xiao's body was a little stiff, not because of the movement of holding hands, but...

Yuan Xiao: "Camera...Cheng Feng."

Cheng Feng: "I know."

Cheng Feng had already noticed the camera next to him to minimize his presence, but he didn't care.

Cheng Feng held Yuan Xiao's hand and waved it at the camera in a mighty manner. His meaning was very clear: Have you finished shooting?

The photographer was smeared with dog food and patted the two holding hands without tears.

Yuan Xiao's face was burnt to the tomato in the ground beside him, he frantically picked at the corner of his clothes, but he was reluctant to let go of Cheng Feng's hand.

Yuan Xiao looked around, finally found a topic, and hurriedly asked: "Oh, by the way, I don't think I saw a kitchen in the room."

Cheng Feng: "Well, I didn't see it."

Yuan Xiao: "So...so do you know where the kitchen is?"

Cheng Feng nodded: "Over there."

Cheng Feng raised his finger and pointed to a small independent house not far away. Yuan Xiao heaved a sigh of relief, and was just about to take the opportunity to pull out his hand, but felt that his fingers were tightly clamped.

Yuan Xiao looked up at Cheng Feng, who shook his head, determined not to let go.

Yuan Xiao had no choice but to use the far-fetched reason of "good brother, it's not a big deal to hold him back", and dragged Cheng Feng to the kitchen.

·

When Yuan Xiao walked into the kitchen, he found that the construction method here was actually the same as that of a bungalow, except that the kitchen area would be much smaller; the stove inside was a typical rural stove, which needed firewood and a bellows.

Yuan Xiaodong looked around in the kitchen, but didn't find what he was looking for.

Yuan Xiao: "Cheng Feng."

Cheng Feng: "What?"

Yuan Xiao: "So... have you seen the food?"

Cheng Feng shook his head: "It seems not."

"It doesn't seem to be, or it doesn't..." The man holding the camera finally spoke.

Yuan Xiao: "...No food? Why?"

Photographer: "Because I wasn't prepared."

Taking out an envelope from his body, the photographer began to release the task: "From now on, you need to be completely self-reliant. You have to rely on your own efforts to solve the problem of eating, bathing, daily necessities and daily necessities. Created by hand!"

I lost it! !

Yuan Xiao couldn't help cursing secretly in his heart.

Solve it by yourself!

How can I solve it by myself? !

Make bricks without straw!Could it be possible to conjure some out of thin air?

"By the way." Yuan Xiaoping calmed down and asked again, "Do we have our own land? Have you planted anything in the land?"

Photographer: "It's true..."

Yuan Xiao breathed a sigh of relief: "Where is it? Let's pick some vegetables for the evening."

"It's not a question of where it is." The photographer was a little embarrassed, "It's... a question of not being able to pick it up yet."

"Why?" Yuan Xiao asked.

"It's like this. Your field was originally a wasteland. Although we transplanted vegetables in advance, because we didn't grasp the timing well, so far...they haven't matured yet."

... There is no preparation of dishes, and the vegetables in the ground are not mature. Is this program group joking? ?

Yuan Xiao made a final test: "Then let's spend some money and buy some from our neighbors?"

"But...theoretically, we should have taken your wallets..." the cameraman wept, "Did you also know that this program requires you to really become villagers without money."

This is also a reasonable request. After all, if the guests do something like take out a card and swipe it casually in this kind of show, the realism of the variety show will be completely lost.

But what time is it now!

Yuan Xiao wanted to argue with reason: "But..."

"Actually, the relationship between people is not just measured by money." Ji Jing didn't know when he appeared at the door. He walked around just now and found that only Cheng Feng and Yuan Xiao had something to shoot here. .

Ji Jing looked at the two of them, smiled and said, "It's very meaningful for neighbors to help each other, isn't it?"

"Oh..." Yuan Xiao finally understood the intention of the program group.

The material they want to shoot is to go to the neighbor's house to borrow something that can be eaten tonight, so as to highlight the emotions between the neighbors from the side.

But ah... I'm afraid this is a kind of lofty and unrealistic fantasy, right?

Yuan Xiao really wants to refuse, but he has no position to refuse. He is a grasshopper tied to the same rope with this variety show, and he can only try his best to complete the tasks assigned to him by the variety show.

Yuan Xiao looked at Cheng Feng helplessly, and Cheng Feng squeezed his palm to show his support.

The two accepted the challenge reluctantly, braved the sun at four o'clock, and knocked on the door of the neighbor next door.

·

"No." The neighbor's answer was extremely simple and rude.

And the neighbor's simplicity and rudeness was not only reflected in this cold "not borrowing", after saying these two words, the neighbor slammed the wooden door of his house heavily in front of Yuan Xiao and Cheng Feng.

"I think people in the city have their brains broken." The door is not soundproof, and the swearing with a local accent can be heard clearly. "Are you begging for money, and you want something."

Or, they were originally scolding for outsiders, and the rough voice of a village woman scolded: "Clap, clap, clap, clap."

Yuan Xiao's heart sinks, this attitude confirms his guess just now, Ji Jing's imaginary "neighborhood friendship" is a kind of lofty fantasy.

The villagers here will only find them intrusive and mean, and will not give them any good looks.

As if to confirm Yuan Xiao's conjecture, he and Cheng Feng walked around the main road in the village to several houses. Everyone had the same attitude and "don't borrow".

Taking a step back from the closed door of the sixth house, Yuan Xiao gazed into the distance——your program team did not know where to find such a treasured place of geomantic omen, the territory is vast, undulating, and sparsely populated.Looking around, apart from a similar house on the mountain, there is no other house within ten kilometers.

Yuan Xiao: "What should I do? Go up the mountain?"

Cheng Feng asked back, "Do you want to go up the mountain?"

Yuan Xiao: "...I want to finish this matter."

Yuan Xiao didn't particularly want to go up the mountain, nor did he particularly want to go up the mountain, but he paid attention to doing things from beginning to end.

Cheng Feng understood what he meant, and glanced at Yuan Xiao's shoes that had changed from white to black, Cheng Feng pointed at his back, and asked softly, "Shall I carry you?"

"No, no, no." Yuan Xiao quickly glanced at the camera, shaking his head frantically, "I can walk by myself."

Cheng Feng was noncommittal, respecting Yuan Xiao's choice, and accompanied him up the mountain.

The two went up the mountain all the way, walked to the house on the top of the mountain, stopped, and just took a breath, and met the owner of the house.

The owner of the house was a gray-haired grandmother. She was opening the door to bask in the sun, but she closed the door without saying a word after listening to the two people's request.

The sound of closing the door was soft, but—the action was firm, quite capable, and... no nonsense.

In the distance, the sun was already a little tired leaning on the top of the mountain, with a slow sinking momentum.

Yuan Xiao was more tired than the sun, and his legs were sore from walking all day. He sat down on a stone in front of the grandmother's house, quietly watching the sunset in the distance, without saying a word.

A gray color quietly climbed into Yuan Xiao's heart.

There's nothing he can do.

Dinner time was imminent. At this time, one of the guests in the company left, one old and one young were hungry at home. Even if Yuan Xiao was a god, he couldn't think of a way to solve the problem of eating at night.

His shoulders suddenly sank, followed by a powerful kneading, and Cheng Feng's voice sounded above his head.

"Don't be sad." Cheng Feng said, "It's fine to buy it with money, and the program team will edit it later."

"...and this is the only way." Yuan Xiao compromised.

At this moment, the two heard a "creaking" sound of the door opening behind them.

The door that was closed with gentle force just now is now gently opened; the grandmother inside the door poked her head out, and with her cloudy eyes, looked at the two children who turned back outside.

"Two little babies, come in and drink some water." Grandma whispered, "Your mouths are peeling."

What's happening here? ?Has it turned around?

Yuan Xiao glanced at Cheng Feng in surprise, he immediately got up from the stone, and walked to the door of the grandmother's room in two or three steps.

The old lady pressed the door and invited them in with a pleasant face.

Ji Jing waved his hand, motioning for the photography team to follow, but the old lady gave him a hard look: "You are not allowed to come in, you bitch."

With that said, the old woman quickly closed the door.

Cheng Feng and Yuan Xiao walked into the room where the old lady lived, and as soon as they entered, they felt desolate.

The living environment here is probably a thousand times worse than the place where they live.

There is some water leakage on the roof, evidenced by two large plastic basins for water in the corner, the whole house has nothing but a bed, a few plastic stools, and a wardrobe that cannot be seen from the age, it is almost usable It can be described as a house with bare walls.

The kitchen is in the room, a small barrel-shaped stove with a pot of water sitting on it, steaming in vain.

The old grandma walked into her "kitchen", lifted the lid tremblingly with thin hands covered with age spots, and carefully picked out two corns with chopsticks.

Yuan Xiao quickly stepped forward to help, but was stopped by the old lady; Cheng Feng quickly brought over the dinner plate.

The old lady turned her head slowly again, pointed to the two bowls beside the pot, and said enthusiastically, "Everyone makes corn water to drink, it's so sweet."

Yuan Xiao scooped up a small bowl of corn water with his own hands, scooped up another bowl for the old woman, and took it over to share with Cheng Feng.

The old grandma didn't drink the corn water, she just sat on the side and squinted her eyes and smiled at them; she saw that the two had finished drinking the corn water and was about to give them more, but Yuan Xiao stopped it.

Yuan Xiao: "Grandma, that's enough, we're not too thirsty."

The old lady smiled wrinkled all over her face: "Yes, yes."

Then she asked again: "Both children, have you been admitted to college?"

"I passed the exam, and I'm already working." Yuan Xiao replied obediently.

"Tested." Cheng Feng also nodded.

"That's good, that's good." The old lady's hearing was a little bad, and she couldn't hear Yuan Xiaohou's words clearly, "Study hard, find a good job in the future, and serve the country."

Cheng Feng: "Okay, listen to grandma."

The old lady was silent for a while, then suddenly remembered something, and continued the topic: "My grandson is also admitted to university."

"Really?" Yuan Xiao was pleasantly surprised, "Where did grandma's grandson go?"

The old man's deafness prevented him from hearing Yuan Xiao's question clearly again. She misunderstood Yuan Xiao's meaning, and she didn't know what she thought of. She frowned slightly, and the smile just now was fleeting.

Granny: "The back... the back."

"Hitou? What kind of university is this?" Yuan Xiao had heard of some universities called Hougong or something, but he had never heard of the university "Hitou".

The old lady sighed: "Buried behind the mountain, drip with his parents."

Yuan Xiao: "..."

Yuan Xiao's heart suddenly tightened at this moment, and the hand holding the ceramic bowl trembled slightly. He put the bowl lightly on the plastic stool, and felt that the air pressure might have suddenly dropped, and he was suddenly pressed a little out of breath.

There seemed to be tears in the old grandma's eyes, but only for a while, she wiped the corners of her eyes again, and comforted herself, "Forget it, it's all over."

After saying this, the old grandma seemed to have really passed by. She stood up, walked slowly to the wall, took a basket, and put it in front of Yuan Xiao and Cheng Feng.

There was nothing in it, only a little vegetable, a piece of tofu, and a handful of bowls of rice.

"There's only this." The old woman said, "Take it home and eat it, don't be hungry."

At this moment, Yuan Xiao and Cheng Feng suddenly realized.

It turned out that the closing of the door just now was not a refusal, but the process of the old man slowly returning to the house, trying to collect these "not worth mentioning" vegetables.

Yuan Xiao didn't want to take this basket, he regretted it.

He regretted not coming to this mountain, and regretted knocking on this door.

They were just doing a show, but this old man gave them a dinner with all his might.

Even if you are hungry all night.Or fight against the program group and buy things with money, what's the big deal?

Yuan Xiao's hands were tightly clenched on his legs, and he didn't reach out.

The old grandma was holding the basket, her expression gradually became puzzled, she stretched out the basket again, wanting Yuan Xiao to take it.

While hesitating, Yuan Xiao felt a square object with a very pleasant touch was stuffed into his palm.

Yuan Xiao lowered his head and found that Cheng Feng stuffed in his hand a wallet that he had seen several times.

Looking up, I saw Cheng Feng's eyes were quiet as usual, and seeing Yuan Xiao looking at him, he just nodded his head slightly.

The meaning is clear: "Take a little money, as much as you want."

Yuan Xiao also nodded, he opened the wallet, took out a few hundred yuan from it, and stuffed it directly under a dirty pillow on the bed they were sitting on while the old man was not paying attention.

"Grandma." Yuan Xiao secretly returned the wallet to Cheng Feng, "Does your family have any farm work, we will help you tomorrow?"

This is not pity, nor is it giving charity to anyone. How can these trivial efforts be equivalent to the vegetables and tofu in the basket?

Just to make myself feel better.

"How can I work hard for you?" The old grandma smiled with her eyes narrowed. The years have carved marks of pain on her face, but with such a smile, it can be seen that she must have been beautiful when she was young.

"Why can't we work hard for us?" Yuan Xiao imitated his local accent, "Just treat us like your grandchildren."

The old grandma smiled even more heartily.

The old grandma went on and on about the big and small things in the family, and finally she enthusiastically invited the two of them to have dinner again tomorrow, and then sent them out of the door.

When the two of them went out, a circle of people outside surrounded them.

Ji Jing glanced at the baskets in the hands of the two of them, and then gave a gesture to a female staff member next to her. The female staff member thought she was hiding her wallet, but Yuan Xiao shook her head and stopped him.

"Paid." Yuan Xiao said, "So you have to pay..."

"Haha..." Ji Jing was a little embarrassed to be caught, "That's for sure, after all, here are very poor villagers."

Ji Jing thought for a while, and then explained: "We not only prepared money, but also prepared some daily necessities, which can be exchanged - it's just operating behind the scenes."

Yuan Xiao nodded. Hearing the arrangements of the program group, he finally felt a little better.

The setting sun outside couldn't hold it anymore, and it slid behind the mountain, but there was still a piece of afterglow and orange red.

Yuan Xiao walked in this sunset, his back looked very thin.

Cheng Feng walked slowly all the way behind him, and when he reached the courtyard of the first door knocked, it was already completely dark.

"Wait for me." Cheng Feng said as he walked to the door of the house and knocked on it lightly.

Yuan Xiao stopped and turned around, a little surprised.

"What, it's late at night!" A rough female voice came from inside the door. After a while, the door opened, and seeing Cheng Feng, the woman became even more furious, "You have a bulge in your head, so you won't borrow it!"

"It's not a loan, can I buy it from you?" Cheng Feng asked politely.

The woman looked at Cheng Feng suspiciously, but did not close the door; buying and borrowing are different, anyway, as long as it is not for nothing, she is willing.

The woman asked, "Buy?"

Cheng Feng: "Yes, buy it. Or do you need daily necessities? We can exchange them."

The daily necessities are not yours.Just as Ji Jing was about to refute, he saw Cheng Feng turned his head and looked at himself with a very sharp gaze.

The rebuttal that he wanted to say just now died down, and Ji Jing cupped his hands in a good-tempered manner: I will give you, I will give you everything.

But women are really not interested in daily necessities.

"Of course it's cash. What do I need daily necessities for?" the woman said, "Okay, if you have money, what do you want?"

Cheng Feng spent 100 yuan, bought three catties of lotus root, one catty of meat, some dried noodles and flour, which can be used for the next day's breakfast.

It was only 100 yuan to buy such a little thing, and the woman's expression changed from "extremely impatient" to "smiling", and finally she happily sent off this generous guest.

Back on the main road, Cheng Feng took Yuan Xiao's vegetable basket and held it together with the bag of things he was carrying.

Yuan Xiao endured and endured, and finally said: "You... buy so much, then we still take the old lady's..."

If I had known that I could violate the rules so confidently, I would not have taken today's trip!

"It's not for nothing." Cheng Feng said in a low voice, "We got to know the old lady on this trip, right?"

What Cheng Feng said made sense, Yuan Xiao no longer refuted.

The two walked all the way home, and a group of creators behind them whispered.

The female staff who paid the money came to Ji Jing's side and asked him in a low voice: "Brother Ji Jing, Brother Cheng's eyes were so scary just now... Wasn't he very cooperative and obeyed the shooting rules?"

Ji Jing smiled mysteriously, and said, "That depends on whether you want to listen to the normal version or the CP brain version."

"What CP brain version explanation?"

"That is to say, the meaning of that look is - I follow your rules only because my wife is willing to follow your rules, but my wife is not happy now, and I want to buy delicious food to coax him."

Ji Jing paused, showing a ferocious expression, and said, "I won't record BB again."

The author has something to say: I think it’s because of his wife that Cheng Feng insists that there is no fat family to inherit hundreds of millions of property like this [just kidding]