65. Bicycle
"1456." The front desk staff repeated it again with a smile on his face, which made Cheng Qingxing look a little annoyed.
Zheng Xuhe behind him didn't react at all. When he was about to take out the money, his hand was held by Cheng Qingxing.
The front desk clerk looked puzzled. "What's the problem? Everyone has the same price."
"Although it's a show, these crappy dishes are only 145.6 yuan, or 1,400 yuan. Go grab them from outside!"
Cheng Qingxing put the vegetables back and said, "Let's go buy some from uncle and aunt."
"It's a little far over there." The staff didn't say much, just told them truthfully, "And we may not sell it to you."
It takes twenty minutes to walk from Maoer Lake to the living area of the village chief of Maomao Village.
And the islanders are not very welcoming to them and may not sell to them.
Sun Yueyi's group also made a fuss at the beginning, accusing the program crew of blackmailing them.
After all, they have the least living fund among the three groups, so they are definitely not convinced.
But when they were told that it would take more than 20 minutes to walk, they immediately gave up and chose to go to the supermarket to buy some cheap and durable food.
"We are in good health, have good relationships, and can use our looks to prove our worth, so you don't have to worry about us." Cheng Qingxing dragged Zheng Xuhe outside, "Even if we have a lot of money, we can't resist the blackmail from the production crew."
Zheng Xuhe nodded, but still said, "It's not that expensive actually."
"You don't run the household, so you don't know the daily necessities of life." Cheng Qingxing walked in front of him and muttered, "Although 1456 is not expensive for us, this is only for two days of meals. If you have to live on this island for so long, it will cost 6,000 to 7,000 a week. If you have to spend money on other things..."
Cheng Qingxing walked beside him, chattering non-stop with her little mouth.
Zheng Xuhe just listened quietly, secretly glancing at him out of the corner of his eye, with the corners of his mouth inexplicably raised.
He didn't know why, but this feeling made him very happy.
[Did Zheng Xuhe laugh secretly just now? 】
[Yes he smiled. He seemed to like Cheng Qingxing like this. 】
[I also like Cheng Qingxing like this!] She feels like a very virtuous wife. 】
What on earth happened yesterday? Why does it feel like the atmosphere of life in both of them has suddenly changed? 】
[I also want to know what happened last night. I used to feel that one of them was smiling and the other had a cold face, and they only talked about work. 】
[This scene is so warm, just like something out of a TV drama. 】
[Are these two going to put on a show for us here?] 】
[It’s a tonic!] Tonic! My CP must be real! Tonic, act for me! 】
[It’s over. I feel like I’m finally relieved after letting it go. Is this really a BE? 】
[Their previous state was that neither of them let go and gave each other face. Although they were protecting each other, it was like a tit-for-tat situation. Now it has become softer. 】
[It looks gentle, but it's like a needle in a cotton ball, it can hurt at any time. 】
[Is there no one to praise Cheng Qingxing?] I feel like he's a really good marriage partner. 】
[Indeed, she can make you happy, she is not bad looking, she works hard outside, she can cook and keep house, and her mood is actually more stable than Zheng Xuhe. 】
[Yes, gentle, but very strong! 】
[Has anyone finally discovered the good of our Xingxing? 】
[I hope everyone will pay more attention to Xingxing’s film and television works, his acting is great in every one of them! 】
[Our stars are talented actors! I hope directors will pay more attention to our stars! All that’s missing is a hit product! 】
[Why don’t Zheng Xuhe help his wife with her career? I feel like Cheng Qingxing has suffered too much. 】
[Maybe Cheng Qingxing himself doesn't want to.] 】
This time, because it was a warm scene between two people, everyone focused their attention on Cheng Qingxing.
The two of them walked out, and Cheng Qingxing found the tandem bicycle and the single bicycle outside.
After all, Maomao Island is a tourist island, and there are still many bicycles for travel.
It only costs two dollars and you can ride there.
"How about trying this?" Cheng Qingxing grabbed him and walked towards the bicycle. "I remember you can ride a bicycle."
"I can." Zheng Xuhe looked at him and found that Cheng Qingxing had already driven the car.
Cheng Qingxing pushed the tandem bicycle in front of him, then said with a smile: "Then you take me, you should remember that I can't ride a bicycle."
"Yeah, I remember." Zheng Xuhe took the front handle of the bicycle.
When Cheng Qingxing climbed onto the back seat, the bicycle suddenly tilted and shook.
Zheng Xuhe clenched the handlebars tightly, and his back instantly became as tense as a piece of iron. Cheng Qingxing's warm breath was just touching the glands on the back of his neck.
"Don't swing your legs around." Zheng Xuhe's ears were slightly red in the sun, "You might fall."
"Could it be that Mr. Zheng dislikes my weight?" Cheng Qingxing deliberately shook his foot pedals, causing the chain to creak under the weight.
His fingertips rested lightly on Zheng Xuhe's waist, and he could clearly feel the taut abdominal muscles under the fabric.
The barrage suddenly exploded with fireworks effects:
[User "禾苗青青" gave 10 rockets as a reward: Actor Zheng's ears are so red that blood can drip! 】
【Help! Cheng Qingxing's hands on his waist are shaking! 】
[What kind of pure love war bike is this! ! 】
I really can’t stand this part! A bit too pure, isn't it? It feels like filming a school drama! 】
[I beg the director to arrange a campus drama for them!] 】
[I remembered what Teacher Bai Songmei said, and I felt that they must have had pure love in college! 】
Zheng Xuhe pedaled hard.
The sea breeze, wrapped in a salty smell, blew in his face, and Cheng Qingxing's white shirt bulged like a sail. The corner of his clothes brushed Zheng Xuhe's forearm, leaving dots of the scent of laundry detergent.
"I remember that when you taught me before, you were just as nervous as you are now." Cheng Qingxing suddenly spoke, his voice dissipated in the wind.
Zheng Xuhe's back stiffened for a moment. Memory is like a rewinding film—
On the tree-lined avenue of the community, Cheng Qingxing staggered into his arms. The script of "Sex and Murder" was placed in the bicycle basket, scattered in the basket in front.
At that time, they were not the movie king and the out-of-date actor, but just two fools acting together under the street lights with the script in their hands.
"I'm not as nervous now as I was back then." He stepped on the brakes hard, and Cheng Qingxing hit his back unexpectedly.
Cheng Qingxing smiled without saying anything, but subconsciously tightened his grip a little, feeling that it was good this way.
Zheng Xuhe suddenly accelerated.
The wheels made a loud noise as they rolled over the gravel, and Cheng Qingxing screamed and hugged his waist.
The barrage of comments was instantly filled with "Ahhhhh" and the reward notification sounds came one after another.
Amid the whistling wind, he heard Zheng Xuhe's hoarse voice: "Can you really walk the rest of your life alone?"
The bicycle drew a beautiful arc at the bottom of the slope and stopped steadily at the entrance of the seafood market.
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