Gu Qingchi actually has a headache about housework, but he has always had few things, so it is easy to tidy up, and it doesn't seem that he is bad at this.
Soon he got the equipment given by the crew, a white towel and an axe with a wooden handle.
The place for chopping firewood is in the yard. There is a big wooden stake standing there, which looks like it has been there for many years.
Next to it was a pile of wood.
Gu Qingchi put a white towel around his neck, placed a piece of wood on the wooden stake, put one foot on the edge of the stake, and bent down carefully to observe the angle.
He was wearing punk style clothes, but he had a white towel around his neck and an axe in his hand.
But the whole picture actually looks very good, with a kind of mixed beauty.
Gu Qingchi looked at it for a while, looking very serious. Finally, he raised the axe, used his waist and arms to exert force, and chopped it down.
As he moved his waist, the metal accessories on his pants made a crisp clinking sound.
Unexpectedly, the firewood was split into two halves very easily.
Gu Qingchi stood on the wooden stake and looked thoughtfully at the pile of firewood next to him.
Everything went smoothly for Gu Qingchi, and also for Huang Hanyu. It was so smooth that it made people a little jealous.
The tool the program team gave him was originally a bucket, and there were no other restrictions, allowing him to play freely.
Huang Hanyu took a look and found that the owner of the vegetable garden next to him was watering the vegetables with a pipe.
He was stunned, holding a bucket and watching others watering the land with a pipe. The uncle from the vegetable garden next door saw him and glanced at the vegetable garden he was in charge of.
"What are you doing, you idiot? This won't do. You're so backward. You're exhausting yourself. Come here, I'll give you the water pipe."
So Huang Hanyu happily threw away the bucket, went to borrow a water pipe from next door, and sat on the edge of the field. His only task was to watch the water gurgle into the ground.
Over there, Xie Luyu was picking things up in the tool room. When he came out, he was fully armed, wearing a white apron, a handkerchief, and sleeves.
Looks very professional.
His movements don't seem like those of a novice. Anyone who sees him will think, this is someone who is very good at cleaning.
However, in reality, the floor he mopped was dirtier than before, and even began to become muddy because of the water. Since it had not been cleaned before mopping, it was too late to remedy the situation now.
Xie Luyu looked back at the messy floor and froze there.
The only thing he's professional about is his posture and stance.
After all, imitation is a compulsory course for actors, but lack of experience cannot be made up by imitation.
In the kitchen, Chen Yueran and Zhou Yingying were looking at each other in bewilderment at the stove, the kind that burns wood.
The refrigerator next to him was filled with unprocessed vegetables, and there was a bag of rice under his feet.
The stove was filled with all kinds of bottles and jars. I tried to find the salt, but after looking for a long time, I finally gave up.
Zhou Yingying originally thought that she could cook. When she had free time, she would stew soup or make beef brisket. Although it was simple, it was still romantic. But now, she felt that she might, probably, actually, not be very good at cooking.
Zhou Yingying pondered for a while and placed her hopes on Chen Yueran.
Chen Yueran had previously vowed that she could cook many dishes.
Zhou Yingying turned to look at her with a glimmer of hope, and forced a smile through her red lips.
"Ah, actually I'm not very good at cooking, so I still have to count on you, Xiaoran. I'll help you."
Chen Yueran pondered for a moment.
"I can make several dishes, dumplings, steamed buns, noodles, Yuanxiao, and fried hamburger meat and scrambled eggs."
She looked into the refrigerator, very honestly.
"There doesn't seem to be anything I can do inside."
Chen Yueran turned around and looked at Zhou Yingying. Zhou Yingying seemed to have been hit so hard that even her color had faded.
"Besides, I don't know how to light a fire."
Zhou Yingying almost couldn't keep her smile.
Chen Yueran is very optimistic.
"But I can learn it. The skills of cooking are universal. I just need to know how to boil, stew and stir-fry."
Zhou Yingying smiled a few times and said reluctantly.
"Then, shall I light a fire for you?"
noon.
Gu Qingchi tilted his head and wiped the sweat off his face on the towel around his neck.
Gu Qingchi chopped very seriously and had very strict requirements. He tried to chop the tree in half evenly with every axe stroke, and he would summarize his experience after chopping.
This process was repeated for such a long time. The weather was not cool and the sun was out. Even the photographer who did not move much and just stared at the camera was sweating profusely.
The photographer followed him and took pictures of him chopping wood intently for the whole morning.
When Gu Qingchi gets hot, his face doesn't turn red, he just sweats. His cold white skin looks icy cold, and his hair is soaked with sweat and sticks to his cheeks.
So it looks like he's still doing it with ease.
Fortunately, the vest is loose-fitting and there is almost no fabric on the back, so it is still relatively cool.
Gu Qingchi used his waist and back in every movement, and each movement caused the necklace on his neck and the accessories on his clothes to sway rhythmically. His tight waist and abdomen could be seen from the opening from the side of his clothes to the back.
It's full of hormones, combining power and beauty.
When a beauty comes to life, she is a hundred times more attractive than when she is still.
He held the axe very steadily, and each blow seemed light and graceful.
After he chopped the last piece of wood, he wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, revealing his full forehead.
Next to it was a pile of chopped firewood, which was as high as a person.
The director finally reacted.
"How come you've finished chopping? We've chopped down so much, too much. Come on, send some water or something. This is going to tire us out."
The average person only has the physical strength to cut one-third of it, and the program team's original requirements were not that much, so it would be enough to cut enough for today.
After thinking about it, he added another sentence.
"Send some food over, chocolate candies or something, otherwise people won't be able to hold on after such great physical exertion."
Talked to the photographer again.
"When the time comes, cut this part out and don't broadcast it. Just give it a shot. Otherwise, if they find any clues, his fans will bombard our show's Weibo."
He had subconsciously treated Gu Qingchi as a master.
The photographer is looking at the film.
"This segment was well shot. It's a pity to cut it out. It has that kind of, what is it, the kind of eroticism that young people are shouting about nowadays. Even a glance from them is attractive."
The photographer also plans to take more shots.
"Even if he had to chop wood all afternoon, they would still buy it."
The director was relieved when he heard this.
"Okay, cut the middle part at the beginning."
Over there, Xie Luyu was mopping the floor with a rag from the beginning. After more than two hours, he finally cleaned the restaurant floor that he had made into a muddy mess.
Huang Hanyu played in the water for the whole afternoon. He took off his shoes, rolled up his trouser legs, stepped on the ground a few times, and when he saw that it was almost time for lunch, he happily ran back barefoot.
His feet were still wet and he stepped on the floor.
"I'm back. Watering the plants was fun. I want to do it again next time. What are we having for lunch?"
Huang Hanyu had just taken two steps when he met Xie Luyu's cold gaze.
Xie Luyu glanced downward.
Huang Hanyu also looked down and saw a puddle of water under his feet and the footprints that had been there since he entered the door.
Xie Luyu took a few deep breaths and tried to convince himself, no, I have to stay calm and be gentle to the flowers of the motherland.
No, it can’t be cured. It’s too difficult.
So he began to convince himself from the opposite side, and this time it went much more smoothly.
Our motherland is vast and rich in resources. It does not need such withered flowers and withered willows. Today's young people lack the beating of socialism.
Xie Luyu was already starting to get confused, using idioms in a jumbled and random manner.
He threw the rag, mop and bucket to the ground, leaned on the back of the sofa, jumped over it and shouted.
"Just stand there and don't move!"
Huang Hanyu turned and ran.
"Xie bro, Xie bro, calm down!"
***
By the time everyone settled down and sat at the dining table, it was almost one o'clock.
There were three dishes on the table. Everyone was hungry, but no one started to eat.
Zhou Yingying was no longer as beautiful as when she first arrived. Her hair was messy, her face was smeared with dust, and she looked dusty and dirty, looking at the table of food with a dead heart.
Chen Yueran was quite happy with her work. Although she was learning by trial and error and the dishes were all innovative in flavor, she felt good about herself and had a great sense of accomplishment. She automatically added several layers of filters to her results. She touched the back of her head and felt a little embarrassed.
"Excuse me for making a fool of myself. The food I cooked today might not taste very good."
Xie Luyu glanced at her and remained speechless for a long time.
"You're quite modest."
Chen Yueran held her face in her hands, feeling a little embarrassed, and started to laugh.
"Oh my, it's just so-so actually."
"No, you are too modest. How can you say it is just average? To say it is just average is too flattering. If you hadn't served it on the table, I would have thought it was kitchen waste."
Chen Yueran stood up and pretended to grab him. When Xie Luyu saw her coming, he stood up while talking, put his hands on his shoulders, and walked around the dining table with her. Even though he was being chased, he didn't stop talking, and he spoke slowly and calmly, as if he was telling a crosstalk.
"That's scrambled eggs with tomatoes, right? Luckily I have good eyesight. People who don't know would think it's a soup. Look at the eggs and tomatoes all mixed together. You're a talent to be able to scramble eggs and tomatoes like that."
Xie Luyu sat back down and sighed.
"Don't chase me anymore. This is tyranny. I just expressed my opinion, and I didn't say I won't eat it."
Chen Yueran kept saying "you" for a long time, her face turned red, but she didn't say a word in reply. Finally, she said to Zhou Yingying who was serving the rice in a frustrated tone.
"Sister Zhou, give Brother Xie an extra bowl of rice!"
A few people just made do with the meal, and each person didn't eat much.
Gu Qingchi is quiet and never says much, and seems to be easy to support.
But in fact, they are very picky and their tongue is very sensitive. If the food has a strange smell or is not to their liking, they will not touch it at all.
He didn't eat much in the morning, but at lunch time, everyone else was fine and ate a little.
Gu Qingchi picked up the dishes several times, but actually just picked up a few grains of rice and ate them. The rice was the most successfully cooked among the dishes, although it was still a little undercooked.
Gu Qingchi actually has always had some problems with his stomach. In the past, when he worked the night shift in the restaurant late, he was too lazy to eat.
I still have occasional stomachaches.
Maybe I'm very hungry today.
At two o'clock in the middle of the night, Gu Qingchi's stomach began to hurt intermittently.
Probably because of the constant stomach pain.
Gu Qingchi is feeling a little irritated now, the kind of irritation that comes out of nowhere.
He was in a very depressed state. In this state, he was insensitive to external stimuli, but his negative feelings about himself were magnified exponentially.
Whether it's anger, sadness, or grief, it's as if they all mixed together to form a very special feeling.
Sometimes tears would suddenly flow.
By the time he realizes it, he is often confused.
What makes tears flow?
Why do we shed tears?
Obviously, he had nothing sad to be sad about.
Gu Qingchi remembered that the people from the program crew had given him chocolate to replenish his energy during the day, but Gu Qingchi didn't eat it at that time because he thought it was too bitter, so he quietly put it on the cabinet downstairs.
Gu Qingchi sat up and put on his shoes slowly.
He thought eating something might bring him out of this state.
Gu Qingchi felt a little tired. He half-closed his eyes and thought indifferently, at least he could fall asleep.
Downstairs restaurant.
The chocolate was still there. Gu Qingchi bit open the package, sniffed it first, and then frowned.
It is bitter after all, but I can accept it barely.
Before I could even start eating, there were two knocks on the restaurant door.
Gu Qingchi looked up and saw Xie Luyu leaning against the door frame, looking at him with a smile. He had a cigarette in his mouth, which he had not yet lit.
"We'll split it in half when we meet."
Maybe because he was holding a cigarette, his speech was a little unclear.
But it was a lot deeper than usual, and as soon as he started speaking, I could almost feel the vibration caused by the sound.
He probably felt it was inconvenient to talk like this, so he held the cigarette in his hand and spoke clearly with a smile.
"You take half and leave me half."
Gu Qingchi was still wearing the shirt and black pants, with the shirt buttons still unbuttoned. He treated that set of clothes as pajamas.
Hearing this, he looked over there, said nothing, walked over quietly, and handed the opened chocolate to Xie Luyu.
Xie Luyu looked at him for a few seconds.
He stood up straight. Gu Qingchi was 1.83 meters tall.
Xie Luyu was half a head taller than him, and he had a shaved head. With his physique, he looked a bit difficult to deal with when he stood up straight.
Then he lowered his head and spoke in a flattering tone, like a big dog who had done something wrong and was tentatively wagging his tail.
"Are you angry? Blame it on me, blame it on me. I just can't control my mouth. I'm used to it. You know I have a lot of bad habits. I will definitely change."
Gu Qingchi’s temper isn’t actually very good, but it can’t be simply said to be bad.
He is easy to talk to most of the time and can behave himself when left alone.
Because most of the time I am in a state of little emotional fluctuation and don’t care much about anything.
So few people would realize that Gu Qingchi’s emotional management is actually a mess.
Whether it is negative or positive, he will not manage or restrain himself, but just let himself immerse himself in it.
So once it is triggered to a certain point during his depressed and sensitive period.
He will start to get angry, and if left alone he will get angrier and angrier, becoming isolated and angry at the same time.
Often this point may seem insignificant to others, but he just can't stand it, and his anger will be far beyond your imagination.
Just like when you step on a cat's tail, normally the whole cat that was stepped on will explode, meowing and loudly accusing you.
Gu Maomao is a little different. He will just walk away quietly, and people who step on his tail often don't realize that they have done anything bad.
He has always been a man of few words and rarely shows his emotions, and often gets angry without anyone noticing.
Gu Qingchi usually stays alone until he comes out of that state.
This was the first time someone had noticed so keenly that something was wrong with him.
He asked himself, why was he angry?
Maybe it was because of the stomachache, because it was so late and he was very sleepy, and because he was hungry.
Anyway, Xie Luyu walked over and stepped on the cat's tail.
When the cat whose tail was stepped on was about to walk away, it was stopped by Xie Luyu.
He noticed the cat's unhappiness and patiently comforted it.
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