The night before, Yu Qinghuan and Zhao Qingyuan agreed to meet at the airport an hour in advance.
But the next day, Yu Qinghuan waited and waited in the lounge, but he didn't come, and she didn't get a reply to her messages.
Seeing that the flight attendant had come over to remind people to board the plane, it would be too late if he didn't come now. Yu Qinghuan took out her phone and was about to call him when Zhao Qingyuan rushed in with his hands covered tightly.
His agent and assistant followed behind him, their heads and faces covered in sweat.
“Fuck,” Zhao Qingyuan couldn’t help but swear when he saw Yu Qinghuan. He quickened his pace towards the boarding gate and complained, “Those paparazzi are everywhere! I even ran into them on the highway! I wanted to change lanes to avoid them, but I ran into a traffic jam.”
At this point, he took off his sunglasses and mask, and glanced at the refreshing Yu Qinghuan with some confusion, "Qinghuan, why do I feel something is wrong? Logically speaking, you are very popular now, why are there no paparazzi following you?"
Yu Qinghuan was startled by his question and felt a little puzzled.
It’s strange to say, but since he entered the circle, no one has followed him.
He now lives in the company's apartment, and it is impossible for the paparazzi to find his address. Why is that?
"Maybe I'm just too lucky?" Seeing that he couldn't explain it clearly, Zhao Qingyuan smiled and said casually.
"Maybe." Yu Qinghuan frowned and suppressed this question in his heart.
Zhao Qingyuan was exhausted after running all the way, and for the first time ever he didn't make any noise after boarding the plane. After saying hello to Yu Qinghuan, he covered himself with a blanket and lay down to sleep, snoring all the way. When getting off the plane, Yu Qinghuan had a hard time pulling him up from the sofa bed.
The production crew had already arrived in Haicheng a long time ago. As soon as the two got off the plane, before they could react, the director smiled slyly and pretended to turn on the camera. Zhao Qingyuan was so scared that he quickly hid behind Yu Qinghuan and took a long time to tidy up before he dared to come out.
"I lied to you. The real filming will start after we arrive at the filming location." The director pretended not to notice Zhao Qingyuan's angry look and continued, "You are familiar with the script. The theme of this episode is to experience rural life. When everyone is together, we will set off."
There are four guests in each episode of "Young and High". Now that the two of them are here, there are still two missing.
Zhao Qingyuan was curious and immediately forgot his hatred. He approached the director and asked, "Who are the other two people?"
"One is Tong Qin," This time, the director did not tease him again and answered truthfully: "She is the campus beauty from the drama academy who just entered the circle this year, and the other one..."
He smiled and said, "You and Qing Huan both know Wang Chengcheng, the heroine of Life and Death."
"She's here too?" Zhao Qingyuan was surprised at first, then his face immediately turned dark. His assistant was so frightened that he trembled all over and quickly took a step back.
“Qing Yuan!” Yu Qinghuan frowned and called him, then stretched out his hand to pull him aside, “You should at least restrain yourself.”
This person obviously has a very good personality. He is kind, loyal to his friends, and serious about his work, but he can't hide his emotions. Just like what happened just now, whatever was in his heart immediately showed on his face.
Those who know him know that he hates Wang Chengcheng, while those who don’t think he is just being a big shot.
Zhao Qingyuan also realized that his reaction was a bit extreme. He scratched his hair and said to Yu Qinghuan angrily: "Why is she everywhere? I am really fed up with her! I worked with her once many years ago, and the damn press release said that she was my white moonlight every day! It disgusts me! Damn it! If she dares to drag me into the hype again this time, I will kill her!"
"Okay, calm down," Yu Qinghuan patted his back, "Just avoid her when the time comes."
"You don't know! That woman is as sticky as taffy!" Zhao Qingyuan took out his phone, opened the search page, and handed it to Yu Qinghuan. "Look at her press releases. All the male actors who have worked with her are attracted to her! How can she be so confident?"
"It's no use getting angry," Yu Qinghuan advised him, "You can't quit the show now. Okay, quickly fix your expression, someone is coming over there."
Zhao Qingyuan also knew that now was not the time to be willful, so he could only sigh and follow Yu Qinghuan reluctantly.
Wang Chengcheng and Tong Qin came together. She was still as beautiful as ever, and she looked particularly elegant walking next to the somewhat reserved Tong Qin.
She first greeted the program crew, then turned to Zhao Qingyuan with a smile, as if she wanted to chat with him. She didn't expect that after working together for so long, Zhao Qingyuan still didn't give her any face. He didn't even look at her and turned away.
"Maybe Brother Zhao has something urgent to do." She didn't feel embarrassed. She nodded to Yu Qinghuan and boarded the bus arranged by the program team with an unchanged smile. Her posture was light and her steps were graceful.
Zhao Qingyuan was so angry that he had a gloomy face all the way.
This program team seems to have a very bad taste. The budget travel in the last episode made the guests very tired, and this time the shooting location was set in a remote mountain village.
Not only do the guests have to stay here for three days, they also have to help the villagers plow the land and even cook their own meals.
This village is very isolated, with only a narrow road leading to the county town. The main means of transportation in the village is bicycles, and only families with better conditions can afford motorcycles.
It was the beginning of May, and every household had piled up a pile of cow dung at the gate, covered it with a layer of plastic, waiting for the dung to ferment before using it as fertilizer on the fields.
The smell in the air was so bad that even someone like Wang Chengcheng, who always paid special attention to maintaining his image, couldn't help but cover his nose in front of others.
"Oh my god," Zhao Qingyuan had never been to a place like this before. When he stepped on the second pile of cow dung, he couldn't help but jump up. "I'm dying! Is it too late to quit the show now?!"
He looked at his feet in horror, as if he wanted to chop them off and throw them away.
"Are eyes for breathing?" Yu Qinghuan threw a pack of tissues to him in disgust and quickly moved away from him.
"I won't wipe them." Zhao Qingyuan retched twice, and walked forward awkwardly with his feet raised, like an ancient woman with bound feet. "I'll throw these shoes away when I get to live!"
However, his lofty words were immediately swallowed when he saw the house they were about to move into.
"We are going to live here?" He stared at the adobe house in front of him with wide eyes in disbelief, dumbfounded, "We can't just sleep here, right?"
"Don't worry, it won't collapse," the director put on his standard smirk again and said with a grin, "It's a small single-family house with a yard, so it can be considered a villa if you round it up."
Yu Qinghuan held his forehead with his hand. Even with his calmness, he felt that the director was too shameless, not to mention Zhao Qingyuan. But at least he remembered that the shooting had already started, and he endured it and refrained from jumping up again.
The director added, "There are two kangs in this house. Cheng Cheng and Qin Qin will live on the east side, and you two will live on the west side. I'll have someone bring the food and tableware over later. As for whether you can have a meal, it's up to you."
Zhao Qingyuan was about to wail to the sky, but suddenly his eyes lit up and he turned to Yu Qinghuan: "It's okay! Qinghuan can cook!"
"Huh?" The director looked over in surprise, then jokingly said to the photographer, "Then you have to give Qinghuan more shots later."
But I felt a little skeptical in my heart. I was afraid that what Zhao Qingyuan meant by cooking was probably just the level of cooking instant noodles.
The four people paired up in pairs and went into their own rooms. After entering, they realized how cruel the program crew was.
Although the house wasn't leaking drafts or rain, it was covered in dust and there were even a lot of cobwebs on the ceiling, showing that no one had lived there for a long time.
"I choose death--" Zhao Qingyuan stood in the middle of the ground with his eyes wide open, almost crying. He only participated in a variety show once in many years, and thought that the national TV station would make it more high-end, but he didn't expect it to be like this!
"Clean up the house before you die." Yu Qinghuan walked past him, found a plastic basin on the ground, picked it up and said, "You find a rag, I'll go get a basin of water first."
Zhao Qingyuan nodded with a bitter face, covered his nose and began to search everywhere.
The production crew was somewhat humane and filled the water tank with water in advance. Yu Qinghuan scooped half a basin of water and was about to go back when she ran into Wang Chengcheng. He greeted politely and pushed the door into the west room.
"Qing Huan!" Zhao Qingyuan came over with a small flower pot in his hand, "Come on, give me some water, I'll water this cactus."
Without waiting for Yu Qinghuan to speak, he carefully scooped up some water with his palm and sprinkled it into the flowerpot, saying, "I found this on the kang. This little thing is quite tenacious. I wonder how long it has been since I watered it, but it's still so green."
No matter when, green life always gives people hope, especially after Zhao Qingyuan suffered such a series of blows. He held up the cactus pot and said to Yu Qinghuan excitedly, "After we have cleaned it up, we will put it on the windowsill. It will look so festive."
"Qing Huan, what do you think?"
"Not very good." Yu Qinghuan looked at him with a complicated expression, "Qing Yuan, didn't you find that this cactus is fake?"
"Huh?" Zhao Qingyuan was stunned.
Zhao Qingyuan, who was deeply shocked, dared not speak any more. He cleaned up the house with Yu Qinghuan with a desolate back, which made the director very happy. He said on the side: "This funny point must be preserved!"
As for Zhao Qingyuan's image, the director said that it has nothing to do with him.
It took two hours of cleaning before the house was finally habitable. But before they could take a break, the director had someone send over a lot of things.
"Help me light the fire," Yu Qinghuan washed his hands, walked to the stove and said to Zhao Qingyuan, "I'll cook."
When it comes to food, the program crew is quite conscientious. The ingredients delivered included not only Chinese cabbage, peppers, potatoes, but even a piece of top-quality pork belly. Yu Qinghuan knew what dish to cook at a glance.
"I... I don't know how." Zhao Qingyuan stared at the stove with his eyes wide open, not knowing where to start.
Yu Qinghuan had no choice but to pick up some firewood and put it in the stove. After a lot of effort, he got it lit and then stood up to make way for Zhao Qingyuan. "You come and watch, don't let the fire fall outside."
This job was easy, and Zhao Qingyuan readily agreed to it. He obediently moved a small stool and sat in front of the stove, staring intently at the blazing flames inside.
While Yu Qinghuan was washing the vegetables, Wang Chengcheng and Tong Qin came out. Seeing that the two of them had already started cooking, they asked in surprise, "You actually know how to cook?"
It's no wonder that the two were surprised. Even they felt a little scared when they heard about cooking. They were just holding on at the moment, let alone these two grown men.
“I know a little bit.” Yu Qinghuan took out the washed vegetables and peeled potatoes while asking, “Do I need to bring your share?”
As soon as the words fell, Wang Chengcheng immediately shook her head and said with a sweet smile: "No, thank you Qinghuan, we can cook too."
Nowadays, many celebrities have started to sell down-to-earth personalities. Wang Chengcheng has always been a friendly person, so naturally he would not push the opportunity to perform to Yu Qinghuan at this moment. After politely declining, he immediately turned to the stove on the other side and directed Tong Qin to start cooking.
Yu Qinghuan planned to make a dish of stir-fried pork with peppers, a dish of spicy and sour shredded potatoes, and a soup of Chinese cabbage and pork belly. Coincidentally, after asking him, Wang Chengcheng also decided to cook the same dish as him.
While collecting firewood, Zhao Qingyuan leaned close to Yu Qinghuan's ear and said unhappily, "Why did you tell her what you did? She must have wanted to do the same thing as you to disgust you! And you still have the nerve to say it was a coincidence, bah!"
Yu Qinghuan stuffed a bundle of firewood into his hands and said with a smile: "You will know in a moment."
Yu Qinghuan had come into contact with many of these northern stoves when filming in his previous life, so he was quite familiar with using them. Soon, under the stunned gaze of the program staff, he skillfully prepared three dishes.
The fried pork with peppers is made with bean paste, which is very fragrant and goes well with rice just by smelling it. The spicy and sour potato shreds are of uniform thickness, bright color, and look great. The Chinese cabbage soup is green and tender and looks particularly refreshing.
"Director," the staff member swallowed hard, staring at the three dishes like a hungry wolf, "Can we go and get a free meal?"
Although they are all ordinary home-cooked dishes, the ones cooked by Qinghuan are so delicious! ! !
Even if you give them a taste, that would be fine! !
"Go away," the director wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and scolded, "The dishes we ordered are not enough for you wolves!"
All right. The staff member lowered his head listlessly. Just when he was about to ask the director how they were going to eat, he saw the director, who had just been speaking righteously, walking up to Yu Qinghuan with a drooling face.
"Um... Qinghuan, I haven't eaten yet either, can you please..."
Staff: “…”
In sharp contrast to Yu Qinghuan and the others are Wang Chengcheng and Tong Qin. Wang Chengcheng was not very skilled in cooking, and it was her first time using a stove that required manual fire. She was in a panic and looked very embarrassed.
Especially when frying peppers, the fire under the stove was too intense and the spicy smell instantly surged up, choking Wang Chengcheng so much that he dropped the spatula in his hand and ran out quickly.
Not only can Tong Qin not cook, she also puts Wang Chengcheng first in everything. This child is honest. If Wang Chengcheng tells her not to do anything, she really won't do anything at all. So, when Wang Chengcheng came back again, the food in the pot had turned into a pile of charcoal, which was a horrible sight.
"Hahahaha, this is so cool!" While washing his hands, Zhao Qingyuan couldn't help laughing when he saw the camera turning to film the miserable plight of Wang Chengcheng and the others. "Finally, I got rid of my anger! I'll accept this trip no matter how hard it is!"
"Now you know why I told her the menu?" Yu Qinghuan wiped his hands slowly and smiled.
Zhao Qingyuan was stunned for a moment, then quietly gave him a thumbs up, "Great!"
On the other side, the Huo family was standing guard at the door of Huo Qu's room, looking at the books and materials on the floor in confusion, "San'er, what are you doing?"
How come all these things were suddenly dumped out? Could it be that their third son wants to move to a different room?
"I'm going to find Qinghuan." Huo Qu said without raising his head and continued to organize his precious books.
"You don't need to take these things with you to find Qinghuan?" Huo Rong asked doubtfully, "Yu Qinghuan doesn't need them anyway."
"I want to live with Qing Huan," he paused, then added, "I have to stay at home and wait for him to come back."
"Why...?" Mrs. Huo was completely confused by what he said and asked subconsciously.
Huo Rong secretly cried out that something was wrong and was about to rush over to cover his mouth when he heard Huo Qu say seriously and firmly: "Because I like him, I like him very much."
Yu Qinghuan always believed that being with Huo Qu, she was destined to have more burdens. That's why he was so anxious to have someone pave the way for the future so that Huo Qu could just walk along this road smoothly.
But in reality, it is not the case.
His Huo Qu may never be as strong, domineering and considerate as other people's boyfriends. He has no knowledge of the ways of the world, doesn't know how to communicate with ordinary people, and doesn't even recognize the place where he has lived for more than 20 years.
But that person will wait until midnight for a call from him, will cry for his sadness, will overcome her natural shortcomings for him and knock on his door covered in wounds on a cold winter night, and will express her feelings for him loudly and frankly to her family with courage that ordinary people do not have.
From the moment he shouted in his previous life, from the first time he held his hand and crossed the road, Huo Qu had already grasped the future of the two of them with indomitable courage and determination.
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