Cannon fodder who wears books is a goblin

When walking halfway, the camera somehow turned on again.

The black question marks floated on the bullet screen for half an hour, and finally I could see the picture. What I saw was not the beautiful boy picking mushrooms, but the square square face of the photographer.

"??"

"Where's Cen Bao? Where's the young master?"

"Complained!"

"What's the situation? Can't the program team come out and explain it??"

The audience was full of curses, and suddenly, someone saw two familiar figures walking side by side on the path behind the camera fiddle room.

Seeing the cold aura surrounding his body, Qin Yu held up the basket of wild vegetables hanging from his elbow in an air of luxury.

Lin Cen walked much more cheerfully, and when he saw the photographer, he smiled and waved, "Mr. Photographer!"

The wind changed immediately in the live broadcast room, and the screen was full of QAQ Cen Cen/Young Master, you finally came out.

Some people sharp-eyed asked whether the young master was in a bad mood, and felt that he had suddenly become estranged from Lin Cen.

The only one who knew what happened was the one who slipped back into his body to recover from his injuries, and the one who still had the same smile and greeted the photographer.

The real Qin Yu was completely at a loss.

He also has the memories of the past few days, but it seems to be separated by a layer of smoke and mist. He knows what happened and what he did, but it doesn't feel real at all.

What he said didn't sound like what he said, what he did didn't sound like what he would do, even when Lin Cen woke up on the ground and said that he passed out due to hypoglycemia, it felt very unreal.

In his memory, he seemed to have a good relationship with Lin Cen, but when he returned to reality and looked at Lin Cen, he had no intention of getting close to him. He just followed Lin Cen with a sullen face, and occasionally glanced at Lin Cen. Cen Du has a complex and unspeakable look in his eyes.

Lin Cen: "..." Brother, aren't you tired?

Both of them went back with a basket full of wild vegetables and mushrooms, but going up the mountain was only the first step.

Qin Yu saw standing in front of the earthen stove, holding a spatula and waiting.

Suddenly a head protruded from the back of the clay stove, looking at him speechlessly, "The fire hasn't started yet, are you rushing it?"

Qin Yu frowned, "Is it difficult to make a fire?"

He had watched the live fire in the countryside on TV, he took the lit firewood and stuffed it into the bottom, and then pumped the bellows and it ignited.

It took almost half an hour to get to Lin Cen's place, and there was no spark.

"If you think it's easy, we can change it."

Seeing Qin Yu hesitantly looking at the corner covered with fly ash behind him, he felt entangled in his heart.

Lin Cen knew what Qin Yu was thinking when he saw it. It was nothing more than the fact that the young master had never been in such a smoky place full of black ash and felt disgusted.

He waved his hand to tell Qin Yu to go back, "The fire will be ready soon, just wait and pour the oil into the pot first."

"How much to pour?"

"Look at it, just the right amount."

"How much is the right amount?"

"The right amount is... the right amount. Why do you talk so much? We agreed on a division of labor."

So Qin Yu pursed his lips and stopped talking. Amidst the undisguised wild laughter of the bullet screen and the cameraman's shaking hands to hold back his laughter, he poured down half a pot of oil.

He still couldn't resist asking Lin Cen.

"Is that appropriate?"

Lin Cen felt something was wrong when he heard the voice, and his face almost collapsed when he heard the question.

He turned his head numbly and asked the cameraman, is this oil paid for by our program group.

He breathed a sigh of relief after getting an affirmative answer.

With such an aggressive posture, he was really afraid that Uncle Fu would come to find the two of them desperately.

Looking at the half pot of oil in the pot, Lin Cen thought for a while and suggested, "Why don't we have hot pot for lunch today."

hot pot?

Seeing hesitantly looking at the earthen stove and iron pot, Qin Yu then looked at the determined Lin Cen, and agreed to the proposal without thinking.

"Okay, then heat the hot pot!"

……

"To tell you the truth, sisters, I've already laughed and split."

"If I want to be better, the neighbor knocks on the door and asks if I have encountered any difficulties..."

"Rural people, holding my earthen pot and cell phone are almost unsteady."

"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha my mom asked me if I was crazy!!"

I saw four glamorous and beautiful boys standing around a big iron pot. They couldn't sit down yet, the stove was too high, and once they sat down, the pot would be on top of people's heads.

The firewood under the stove, Lin Cen, was simmering with spiritual power, and the fire would not go out until they finished the meal.

The oil in the iron pan turned red after adding chili peppers, bubbling and bubbling. The four of them gathered around the iron pan, and their fair faces were all stained red.

In addition to the mushrooms and wild vegetables they brought back in the pot, there was also some meat sponsored by the show crew because they were so pitiful.

Originally, Lin Cen wanted to invite Uncle Fu's family to have lunch together, but Uncle Fu strolled in to look around, and then wandered out with a slightly stiff expression.

I took the whole family to the end of the village, which is said to be Grandma Fu's mother's house.

Before leaving, Lin Sheng glanced at Uncle Fu, and saw Uncle Fu looking at them with pity and admiration, looking at them like a warrior.

Lin Sheng looked at the "hot pot" in front of him again, the bowl in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and he couldn't put his chopsticks down no matter what.

"Hurry up, it's four or five hours before breakfast, aren't you hungry?" Lin Cen poked Lin Sheng's shoulder with his elbow.

Lin Sheng's face was bitter, he hesitated for a long time, he really couldn't do anything with this pot of oily soup, he could only say, "I don't like spicy food very much, do you have food?"

rice?

Lin Cen and Qin Yu looked at each other and fell silent.

Lin Sheng: "..."

OK, got it.

Although the environment of this meal was a bit weird, and there was no rice, it looked a little dark.

But after all, this is what my friends worked hard all morning to pick vegetables and start a fire to cook them.

Lin Cen is not a human being, and he is not a living thing, so he doesn't have much thought about eating, so he just scooped up two chopsticks in the oil pan.

When adding seasoning, Lin Cen and Qin Yu didn't understand anything, they just poured it in according to their feelings. Fortunately, the smell of chili pepper was strong enough to cover all the messy taste. Although it was not delicious, it was at least delicious. Nor is it a dark dish.

Lin Sheng and Chen Yuxiao, who had been carrying their hearts all the time, breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, I was really hungry, so it didn't matter if the taste was lacking at all, except Qin Yu saw that he was a picky young master, but thought that the food was made by himself, so he gritted his teeth and swallowed it.

Lin Cen looked amused in his heart, and the corners of his eyes and brows were full of smiles.

The food on that mountain has been cultivated by spiritual energy, even if no seasoning is added, it is considered delicious compared to ordinary dishes.

Speaking of it, the taste was still the same after he and Qin Yu had been destroyed.

Thinking like this, he raised his eyes and saw a figure that he would never forget in his life standing at the door of the kitchen, looking at him with deep eyes.

The smile on Lin Cen's face hadn't faded yet, but there seemed to be stars shining in his eyes in the dark room.

Qi Shaoyang suddenly felt a little dry mouth.

I think it was the smoke from the hot pot that made his throat dry.

Qi Shaoyang's location camera couldn't record, so he waved to Lin Cen.

Lin Cen was stunned for a long while before suppressing his killing intent.

Tell yourself that this is Qi Shaoyang, not a stinky Taoist priest.

Just put down the bowls and chopsticks and told the other three people to go to the bathroom, then ran towards Qi Shaoyang.

He stared, "What?"

Qi Shaoyang looked down at him, "There is still something to talk about."

Lin Cen was depressed, "Isn't my contract already signed?"

Qi Shaoyang only let out a "huh".

He passed Lin Cen and saw dots of white fluorescent lights flickering on the hot pot. He missed his sight and was a little annoyed.

"What do you mean?"

"Go to my car."

Qi Shaoyang blurted out.

Lin Cen raised his eyebrows, "Now?"

"Yes, now."

Qi Shaoyang loosened the neatly tied tie under his neckline, and suddenly he didn't know whether his choice was right or wrong.

Before seeing Lin Cen, he just saw a picture of Lin Cen being burned by fire in front of Chayue the next day. At that time, he didn't know who Lin Cen was, and he even drew it for people to check but found nothing.

As a result, a few years later, on a talent show, the burned boy in his hallucination suddenly appeared in front of him.

It didn't just pop out of a rock. His past was real, but people couldn't find it after exhausting their contacts a few years ago.

Qi Shaoyang exhaled lightly.

It was after meeting Lin Cen that the paranoia got worse.

It is no longer limited to a single fire, but various aspects and places.

He also sometimes thinks that maybe what he sees is true. There are so many supernatural phenomena in human legends, it seems that it is not surprising that he has a pair of yin and yang eyes.

Before that, perhaps because of hallucinations from time to time, Qi Shaoyang always had an unreal sense of dissociation towards this world.

Until he accidentally saw Lin Cen holding a pipa and stroking the strings on the Internet.

It's as if the pale world has been painted with brilliant colors little by little, and it is no longer illusory and empty.

In any case, he only knew that Lin Cen was very important to him.

Know it at first glance.

Thinking of this, Qi Shaoyang's eyes warmed slightly, watching Lin Cen's moist eyes blinking with his head slightly raised, it was indescribably cute.

He couldn't help reaching out and rubbing Lin Cen's hair.

"hiss--"

A silver light flashed on the smooth black hair, Qi Shaoyang withdrew his hand, and there were ravine wounds in the palm, as if cut by intricate thin silk threads.

Qi Shaoyang looked at Lin Cen in a daze.

Lin Cen's cheeks were slightly pink, his skin was fair and his eyes were moist. At this moment, his lips were slightly parted as if surprised, and two words were written on the corners of his eyes and brows - innocent.

Qi Shaoyang: "..."

He felt that he was definitely right.