I hate seeing the facade

Fang Yiran realized belatedly that his howl seemed a little too loud.

In the darkness, Yu Rong found a small locked door on the wall, and the group of people groped on the ground for another 10 minutes before Yu Jingliang found a key from the straw in the corner.

However, until the group successfully escaped from the warehouse in disgrace, Fang Yiran still felt unparalleled embarrassment for his shocking roar just now.

"Actually, I was not afraid when I yelled just now."

Taking advantage of the time to unlock the lock, Fang Yiran still sternly defended himself, "It's because..."

With a creak, the door was opened, and a faint light came in through the crack of the door.

It was rare for Yu Rong to pick up Fang Yiran's stubble once.

He glanced at Fang Yiran with a half-smile.

"Okay, you are not afraid." Yu Rong said.

In the next second, Yu Jingliang who was standing behind him failed to hold back his laughter and burst out loudly.

Fang Yiran: "..."

Outside the door was a long and closed corridor. A group of people squeezed into the small space, only feeling that the air was filled with a musty smell.

Yu Jingliang frowningly shook Tu Tu, who shook his hands: "I just escaped from one, and was trapped in the other, what are we planning?"

The theme program group of this issue of the Chamber of Secrets is definitely Chinese style. There are big red paper lanterns hanging in the corridor, and some exquisitely framed ink paintings on the walls, all of which are pictures of peonies and beauties.

Fang Yiran stared at these paintings solemnly,

Yu Rong searched around without any clue, seeing Fang Yiran standing in the painting and observing with fascination, he asked him softly, "What did you find?"

"Hmm..." Fang Yiran frowned tightly, as if he was thinking about something,

Yu Rong raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

After a long while, Fang Yiran choked out a sentence: "...the painting is pretty good."

Yu Rong: "..."

"I watched a few previous episodes of the show before I came here."

Jiang Qingli, who had been silent all this time, opened his mouth weakly, "The exit of a closed corridor like this is probably behind the painting."

You look at you look!

Fang Yiran was so dizzy for a moment, he turned around and taught Yu Rong earnestly: "Seeing that there are no children, I said that there must be something strange about this painting, young people, don't be too impatient..."

Yu Jingliang at the side said politely, "May I ask what's wrong with that?"

Fang Yiran laughed dryly: "I'm not quite sure about that."

Jiang Qingli was not very familiar with their way of getting along, and was momentarily taken aback by Fang Yiran's brazenness.

But Yu Rong has long been used to ignoring their unnutritious exchanges, and began to turn over the paintings on the wall neatly.

He turned over the picture frames one by one, checked the wall behind the pictures, and finally stopped in front of a picture of a beautiful woman holding a pipa.

"This one has been crucified," Yu Rong said.

Fang Yiran stepped forward to take a look, and found that the four corners of the painting were really nailed by screws.

"Looks like I need to find a screwdriver." Jiang Qingli said in a low voice.

Yu Rong suddenly grabbed his hair.

In fact, he didn't make any big movements, but Fang Yiran just happened to catch his small movements in his eyes.

Fang Yiran boasted that he understood Yu Rong's little body language quite well.

The action of grabbing hair means that Yu Rong is beginning to feel irritable, but it is inconvenient to express it on his face due to the occasion.

So Fang Yiran quietly moved to Yu Rong's side.

Yu Rong was standing there in a daze, when he saw Fang Yiran approaching him like a sneaky thief, and silently stuffed a sticky object into his palm.

Then Yu Rong watched Fang Yiran slip away in front of him as if nothing had happened.

This man yelled loudly as he walked: "Don't sit still, comrades, let's search carefully separately. I'll check the floor, Qingli and Yu Jingliang, you two search the walls and ceiling, Yu Rong, go check those lanterns... ...."

Yu Rong opened his hand.

A small piece of fruit candy lay quietly on the palm of the hand—the shiny candy wrapper was even warm, as if it still carried the temperature of that person.

"I really want to kowtow to the program planner."

Yu Jingliang looked at the ceiling and murmured.

Fang Yiran raised his head, his face was slightly stiff, and he was speechless for a while.

Ten minutes ago, Jiang Qingli discovered a small mechanism on the ceiling.

To what extent is this agency concealed?

Fang Yiran stared at the direction of Yu Jingliang's finger for 30 seconds, only to find that there was a spot that was slightly sunken in.

"Who can get this height? The rampant Hulk."

Fang Yiran asked sadly and angrily.

The tallest person here is Fang Yiran, but he stretched his arms as far as he could, tiptoed to the limit, and there was still a considerable distance from the ceiling.

"Hey, how big is the problem." Yu Jingliang waved his hands coolly, "Old Fang, let me ride on your shoulders, it will take a few minutes."

The ladder of human flesh burns and all thoughts are lost.

He doesn't even have the right to say no.

Ten seconds later, Fang Yiran and Yu Jingliang lost their balance and fell heavily to the ground.

With sugar in his mouth, Yu Rong remained silent for a second, then pulled the two of them up expressionlessly.

"You should eat less of the Yujing cold."

Fang Yiran landed on his buttocks, grinning in pain, "The pig is only your weight."

Yu Jingliang counterattacked aggressively: "What kind of person are you? You can't even stand upright. What's the use of being so tall?"

Fang Yiran didn't bother to talk to him, he patted the dirt on his buttocks, and looked at Yu Rong beside him.

"Yu Rongrong, come."

Fang Yiran hooked his hand towards Yu Rong, then pointed to his shoulder, "The captain will let you know what it means to be as stable as a mountain."

Yu Rong didn't think there was any problem.

He nodded, crunched the candy in his mouth, and swallowed it.

Then his hands passed through Fang Yiran's back and wrapped around his neck. In the next second, Fang Yiran easily carried him on his back.

Steady and easy.

Fang Yiran's mood is so beautiful.

Although his old waist was a little sore at this moment, Fang Yiran still did not forget to fight back triumphantly at Yu Jingliang: "See, what is tacit understanding and teamwork?"

Yu Jingliang showed a hypocritical smile.

Yu Rong ignored them, hooked Fang Yiran's neck with one hand, raised his upper body slightly, and touched the mechanism on the ceiling with the other hand.

The mechanism popped open and a small box fell out.

"Huh? It turns out that the ceiling can really hide things. It seems that Sun Hua's small treasury can be saved."

Yu Jingliang was dumbfounded.

Yu Rong was a little impatient, he forgot that his own person was still hanging on Fang Yiran's body, and in this posture, he wanted to open the box immediately.

His chin lightly touched Fang Yiran's shoulder, his arms were still wrapped around Fang Yiran's neck, and he started to open the box with his hands.

The box was opened, and both of them lowered their heads to look at the contents of the box.

It was indeed a screwdriver.

Fang Yiran turned his head with a smile.

Yu Rong was also immersed in surprise, his eyes were slightly bright, and he lay on Fang Yiran's shoulder and looked at him.

At this moment, everyone's thoughts were focused on the little screwdriver, and almost no one noticed how intimate the two of them were.

Except for Jiang Qingli who has been silent behind her.

She stared at the movements of Yu Rong and Fang Yiran, her eyes were right and wrong.

If you pay attention carefully, you will find that Jiang Qingli's expression is actually very strange——she seems to be trying to restrain some emotions that are about to burst out, her cheeks are tight, and her face is slightly stiff.

She turned her head slightly, avoiding the camera, and took a silent breath.

The author says:

Fang Yiran (smiling): Actually, whether I can recite it or not, it just depends on whether I want to recite it or not.