Chapter 57

A bunch of question marks and exclamation marks instantly filled the screen, with one or two sentences in between:

"Who is Brother Changfeng?"

"This guy has a new account, and today is the first live broadcast he watched."

"You're not attracted to our Yu Yu, are you showing your love in such a high profile?"

"She was very suspicious and jealous, so she kicked Eric out."

"Eric: Family, no one is speaking for me?"

Fortunately, after "Chang Feng Xi Zhu" became the house manager, there was no other movement. Xiao Ziyu explained: "My friend was joking with everyone and kicked Eric out accidentally."

The cameraman interrupted at the right time: "It seems that this friend has a good relationship with Teacher Xiao."

Facing the camera, Xiao Ziyu evaded the question and said, "It's OK."

Within a few hours, all 500 chili cakes were sold out. With the tips from passers-by and the voluntary share of the profits from the musical instrument stall owner, the task was successfully completed.

"This suona is for you," the owner of the musical instrument stall took the initiative to say. His family has been making handmade musical instruments for generations and they are particularly sensitive to music. He could tell at the first listen that Xiao Ziyu was playing ancient music and that his skills were solid.

After completing the task ahead of schedule, Wen Ci suggested, "Let's go and see what they are doing."

The Ceramics Museum is not far from here. Eric and Lu Yan's work is nearing completion. The two are standing side by side like elementary school students, while the master teacher checks their teaching results.

Although Lu Yan was arrogant when he broke the door yesterday, he was also very determined to learn. He didn't get angry when the master criticized him for being slow to learn, but just smiled and cheered him up to continue working.

The live broadcast is over, but the cameraman has to continue filming the main content. Seeing Xiao Ziyu coming over, Eric covered his chest exaggeratedly: "Hart, it hurts."

With the master and the cameraman present, Xiao Ziyu couldn't say anything. When the work was completely finished, the four of them walked back together. Eric approached him and said, "Your friend is so fierce."

He didn't feel awkward when he didn't get a response, and said to himself, "It must be Mr. Evil Dragon."

Xiao Ziyu was somewhat helpless: "Stop making trouble."

Unexpectedly, Eric said seriously: "If you haven't established a relationship yet, I have the qualifications to pursue you. It is very common to date several people at the same time."

Xiao Ziyu understood the crux of the matter: "Chinese customs are somewhat different from yours. If we are determined to be in a relationship, we will not consider other people."

Eric said bluntly: "So you have identified him?"

Xiao Ziyu paused slightly, then subconsciously reached out to touch his neck, and felt a small, smooth protrusion through the thin T-shirt.

Eric noticed his movements and blinked his gray-blue eyes: "Look, even you are hesitant, why can't you give me a chance."

"Also, the necklace is beautiful."

Back at the base camp, Eric and Lu Yan began to show everyone the results of their day's work.

Lu Yan made a small flat-bottomed ceramic pot. Although the pattern was a bit rough, it could be used without any problems. He could buy some ingredients to cook hot pot tonight.

Eric gave everyone a small ceramic ornament. Lu Yan got a chubby pig, Wen Ci got a sika deer, and Xiao Ziyu got a lifelike black cat.

"Very cute." Xiao Ziyu praised sincerely.

"When we first met at the bar, I first noticed your long black hair," Eric said, "It covered your entire upper body. From a distance, you looked like a little black cat sitting on a high stool."

"It seems that you have a very good first impression of Teacher Xiao." The host took the opportunity to say.

"More than good!" Eric covered his chest, "I almost fell in love with him! He is the most handsome oriental man I have ever seen."

Eric didn't officially settle in China until he was 20 years old. He has not been in the entertainment industry for long and doesn't care much about the rules and regulations of the domestic entertainment industry. He says a lot of things without thinking, most of which cannot be broadcast.

The host pulled back the pace and interviewed Xiao Ziyu, who seemed more reliable: "What is Ziyu's impression of Eric?"

Xiao Ziyu said decisively: "Not subtle enough."

Eric shouted, "You can't always limit me to the Chinese way of thinking."

Xiao Ziyu said calmly: "When in Rome, do as the Romans do. 'Searching for Customs' is originally a program to explore ethnic culture. If you are not interested, you would not come to participate."

Eric was speechless because of her clever words. He stretched out his finger and hooked the black cat's chin: "Cats were also called raccoons in ancient times, especially black cats, which are useful for warding off evil and avoiding harm. I like them very much."

After a slap in the face and a sweet date thrown in, Eric was scolded and confused: "I will do whatever you want."

In order to save money, they plan to prepare three meals a day themselves. We bought some vegetables and meat at the entrance of the village and made hot pot with Lu Yan's small porcelain pot.

Wen Ci was good at knife skills. He arranged the vegetables neatly and sliced ​​the pork into thin slices. Lu Yan and Eric wanted to become his apprentices, but in the end he was kicked out to make fire because he was too clumsy.

Xiao Ziyu helped out. The cucumbers were freshly picked and had thorns on them. He washed them and handed them to Wen Ci to make smashed cucumbers, but suddenly caught a glimpse of a dark scar on his arm.

Wen Ci had been wearing a high-necked shirt all day. As there were no cameras watching him at the stove, he rolled up his sleeves to make it easier to prepare the ingredients. The shirt was too loose for him, and the moment he raised his hand, the bruises were clearly visible.

Xiao Ziyu was stunned for a moment and kept the words to himself. The scar did not look like it was caused by a bump, but rather like it was hit by something. It had become inflamed and swollen into a bruise.

So Wen Ci was in bad shape today because he was injured, then where did he go last night?

After all, this was someone else's private matter. Xiao Ziyu didn't have the habit of prying into things too much. He pretended not to know and gently turned his eyes away.

After dinner, everyone chatted and enjoyed the cool air in the yard as usual. Lu Yan was an internet addict and held his phone tightly. Suddenly he raised his head, his eyes flickering in the darkness: "Yuyu, did you shoot the promotional video for Jiang Hu Wu Yang?!"

Xiao Ziyu almost forgot about this. Luo Li had previously told him that a promotional video would be online soon and asked him to repost the official Weibo. However, after joining the crew, there were too many things to do and he forgot about it.

He took out his phone and forwarded it: "I took this some time ago."

"This is the game I recommended to you earlier!" Lu Yan said excitedly, "They opened a new map for the mermaids this time. I didn't expect they wanted you to take the photo!"

"What did Sweety take a picture of? Let me see!" Eric shouted and came over.

Several people crowded in front of a small screen. Xiao Ziyu had seen the full film, but had not paid much attention to the final refined version. At this moment, he felt his eyes brighten.

It starts on campus, where a boy in a blue and white school uniform is running through the corridor with a smile on his face, as if he is in a hurry to meet someone.

The picture paused at the corner, the sound of gurgling water was heard, and the background of the screen gradually changed from the campus to the clear blue sea. The name of the game then emerged: "The Jianghu Is Safe: The Mermaid Chapter".

The handwriting turned into bubbles and gradually dissipated. The boy just now turned into a slender mermaid, wearing a crystal crown on his head, with shells jingling on his braids, and he swam flexibly in the water.

"Is this the effect of using wires?" Lu Yan slightly widened his eyes, "It looks like floating in the water."

"Excellent..." Eric murmured, "This is simply a work of art on the seabed."

There is actually a certain risk in hiring real people to shoot game promotional videos. If you are not careful, it will make people feel a sense of dimensionality disconnection, and netizens who are immersed in the two-dimensional world will not buy it.

However, this time the comment section was unexpectedly harmonious.

Xiao Ziyu is not a traffic star, and there are no fans controlling the comments under his published works. Instead, they are all real discussions among netizens.

"The dimensional wall is broken. What kind of modeled face is this?"

"If people in the three-dimensional world looked like this, who would still play games?"

"A real person can produce such an effect?? I believe in the official vision and ability, I will download it now."

The number of downloads of "Jiang Hu Wu Yang" continued to increase, and the Weibo post that Xiao Ziyu forwarded himself was also pushed to the top of the trending list, with message notifications constantly popping up.

"Teacher Yuan also reposted the Weibo," Lu Yan read the comment, "Keep up the hard work... It's worthy of the boss' words."

Xiao Ziyu looked at the four words and thought uncontrollably, it's already past eight o'clock in the evening, has Yuan Heng finished get off work, gone home, or is he out socializing? These four words mean that he should keep up the good work, or that there are imperfections that need to be corrected.

The WeChat chat box was empty. Yuan Heng didn't send him a message, nor did he bother asking him to report his itinerary.

"I'll also come to support our big star," Eric forwarded the message without hesitation, and added the caption: I hope you will like the little black cat.

After he finished, he winked at Xiao Ziyu: "Is this subtle enough?"

Xiao Ziyu: “…”

Not only was it subtle, it was even too ambiguous, like a secret code that only two people understood. The two fans held a collective team building and opened a CP super topic overnight: #艾煜一万年#.

"Zi Yu's wire skills are so good, has he practiced martial arts before?" Wen Ci asked jokingly.

Xiao Ziyu replied conservatively: "Not that great, I just learned classical dance for a while."

"Zi Yu has studied classical dance?" Wen Ci raised his voice a little, obviously arousing his interest, "I also graduated from the classical dance major."

"But I remember you debuted as a singing and dancing idol?" Lu Yan asked naively.

"It takes a certain amount of talent to reach the pinnacle of classical dance, and the market is very small, so you can't make much money," Wen Ci smiled gently, without much regret in his eyes, "so I changed my career after graduation."

Xiao Ziyu remembered what Luo Li had said before, that Wen Ci had been tepid after his debut, but later he suddenly signed a contract with Wenhua Entertainment and became Wenhua's main artist, and only then gradually came into contact with various resources.

He recalled the scars on Wen Ci's body and always felt that something was wrong.

Lu Yan had never suffered any hardship since childhood, and Eric didn't understand the living environment of idols in the domestic entertainment industry. He just nodded with a vague understanding and then broached the topic in a bland manner.

Xiao Ziyu took the initiative and said, "Then we can spar together later."

Wen Ci smiled and said, "Okay, but I'm a little rusty now, I don't know if I can still keep up with you."

Everyone left at around nine o'clock. Wen Ci seemed extremely tired, so he washed up and went back to his room to rest.

Xiao Ziyu was afraid of disturbing others, so he hesitated outside the door holding his phone. There was still no news from Yuan Heng. Was there something wrong?

Worrying is harmful to health, so he decided to be decisive. The first time I made a video call to someone, the other party answered the call quickly, but the screen was completely black.

Heavy breathing was heard, and Xiao Ziyu immediately sensed something was wrong and asked nervously, "Yuan Heng?"

"Yeah." Yuan Heng responded with a heavy throaty sound, as if he was trying hard to restrain something, and the sound seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Are you having a headache again?" Xiao Ziyu stared at the screen, trying hard to see a figure, but it was still pitch black. Yuan Heng did not turn on the lights.

"I've taken the medicine." Yuan Heng said, but his panting did not stop.

"Turn on the light," Xiao Ziyu said, "I can't see you clearly."

Yuan Heng didn't want to be seen in such an awkward state: "Are you done?"

"It just ended," Xiao Ziyu asked worriedly, "Can you go to the hospital?"

"You care about me so much?" Yuan Heng gritted his teeth to divert attention, "What does the little black cat mean?"

Xiao Ziyu knew that he was deliberately changing the subject, but he still answered: "Eric gave each of us a ceramic ornament. Mine is a cat."

"Oh, do you like it?" Yuan Heng asked.

"The workmanship of the porcelain is average, but I like cats very much," said Xiao Ziyu.

Yuan Heng was not very satisfied with this answer: "Do you like the one he gave you?"

How could I take it out of context? Xiao Ziyu said, "After all, he made it by hand, I can't refuse."

"The cat is made by hand, and I personally took the photo of the necklace," Yuan Heng said. "It wasn't easy to get the ticket to Fontainebleau. After taking the photo, I flew back for more than ten hours and braved the mudslide to deliver it to you. Do you like it?"

Xiao Ziyu didn't expect him to be so good at making analogies, so he said tactfully, "So I wear the necklace around my neck and put the ornaments in the suitcase. Are you satisfied?"

Yuan Heng was not satisfied after hearing the nice words, and rarely showed his vulnerability: "I have such a headache that I can't sleep."

Xiao Ziyu sighed: "Then shall I sing a song for you?"

In the pitch-black night, only the chirping of insects and croaking of frogs were particularly clear. Xiao Ziyu turned his back to the moonlight and hummed a soothing folk song softly. It was Prince Yuan Heng's favorite song, "Moon over the Long Bridge".

"A figure is behind the window screen. Who is picking flowers? If I pick them, who will I go to?" Xiao Ziyu murmured as he finished singing the song. His breathing became steady and there was no more unnecessary movement.

He hung up the phone: "Good night, Your Highness."

Today, Mr. Yuan needs his wife to coax him to sleep.