I chase after the actor by lifting iron

The aftermath of the earthquake lasted until the next day, and Ming Chen didn't say a word except for forwarding it at the beginning and posting a small emoji with a bandage on his mouth.

This embarrasses Liu Cha who is singing a one-man show.

The Weibo he posted ten days ago has not received a response yet.

There are all kinds of sarcasm and mocking posts on the Internet. Ming Chen probably didn't repost after reading it. He posted a firework emoji on the trumpet, and then went to the YY channel to hold a three-hour song meeting for fans. He wanted to sing whatever he wanted. Japan, South Korea, and Britain are all in one go.

If the system hadn't asked him to run sit-ups and push-ups again, he wouldn't want to stop.

After the morning class the next day, a certain monk called him out alone, and told him to go to the meditation room.

It's like being called by the teacher to go to the office at school. Even though he feels that he has done nothing wrong, Ming Chen still can't help but feel uneasy.

He walked through the corridor behind his master, hesitant to say something nice, but the monk's daily outfits were really not surprising, and he couldn't even use the common compliment of middle-aged men like "the hair has become thicker recently"...

It can't be said that Master, your crow's feet are particularly charming today, right?

"What are you thinking about?" A certain monk Wu turned a corner, saw that Ming Chen was about to bump into a pillar, and reminded with a smile.

"I think Master is very heroic today." Ming Chen said subconsciously: "The figure is as tall and straight as a pine, and the footsteps are sonorous and powerful. He talks and laughs happily, and anyone who stares at him will be wiped out."

A certain Monk Wu's slender body trembled, and he laughed for a long time before taking another step, and sighed, "Why is your throat so hoarse?"

Ming Chen pressed his neck, he was too embarrassed to say that he was too excited to sing all night last night, so he could only say: "I forgot to shake my head from the electric fan, it made me feel a bit cold."

A certain monk Wu accepted this answer, and said slowly: "Let's have a cup of tea in a while, and ask the abbot to bring you some medicine to moisturize."

The word "drinking tea" made Ming Chen, who has been immersed in the Internet for several years, a little nervous, but who knows that it really means drinking tea in a literal sense.

In the meditation room, he sat cross-legged on the straw mat. The abbot of the art salon he saw from the window that day was sitting face to face with him across the tea table, and he personally brewed a pot of good Huoshan Huangya for him.

Ming Chen was not very good at drinking green tea, and always felt it was astringent, but he still showed great interest and praised the master's actions.

The abbot, Mou Kong, was a little older than Monk Mou Wu, and both of them seemed to have a good temper.

He kept silent, filled the teacup, opened the small drawer under the coffee table and rummaged for a while, then took out a bottle of Chuanbei Loquat Lotion, two versions of watermelon cream throat lozenges, stomach and food tablets... and finally two versions of milk tablets .

Ming Chen was stunned, and the abbot silently took the milk back.

"He likes to eat these sweet things," said a certain monk, holding a cup of tea: "He is not allowed to eat sugar, but he said that his throat is uncomfortable, so he insists on buying these lozenges of sweet water... like a child."

He took a sip of tea soup, tasted it, and said: "Eat whatever you like, take it away."

Ming Chen smiled, gradually relaxed, picked a watermelon cream and ate it.

"How do you feel after staying in the monastery for so many days?" asked a certain monk.

Ming Chen put down his teacup, knowing that it was time to talk, he cheered up: "It's great! Brothers and brothers are very friendly, and Shaolin martial arts are also extensive and profound..."

A monk Wu pointed at him and interrupted, "Any plans for the future?"

Ming Chen thought for a while, put his hands on his knees, and said obediently: "I'll do my morning classes well after I go down the mountain."

The abbot shook his head: "It's really nice to say, you can still do morning classes in this profession. Yan'an puts me here, and I won't be able to remember to touch a pen for half a year after being busy."

Ming Chen opened his mouth, not knowing how to defend himself, and looked at Master for help.

A certain Wu monk laughed: "Okay, I'm not teasing you, I called you here to ask if you would like to formally worship me as a teacher."

"Is it possible!?" Ming Chen jumped forward, from sitting cross-legged to half-kneeling, with his hands propped on the ground, his eyes widened.

"Is it possible? Of course you can," a monk Wu imitated his tone, smiled for a while after speaking, and said, "It's the same as Yan'an, do homework when you have time when you go home, and don't lose what you learn. What? Come up to the mountain to live when you have time, let's chat and hang out with your brothers and sisters."

"By the way," he reached into the inner pocket of the monk's robe with his skinny hand, and took out his phone: "Let's add a WeChat account, or you can follow the official account of Chanxin Temple, and send me a message if you have any questions..."

Chanxin Temple also has a public account...

Ming Chen swiped the QR code of his master, his name was Mou Wu, and his profile picture was the lotus pond behind their Mingwu Hall.

While he wanted to laugh, he felt his eyes were hot.

Master, teacher, he has always longed for this kind of elder relationship that can be relied on.It's not that I haven't met a good teacher, but most of the company invites them to leave after completing the teaching tasks, and they don't take care of him as closely as the great monk.

"Can you really post it?" Ming Chen couldn't help asking.

"Of course you can," a certain monk Wu spoke in his tone again, and then laughed after he finished speaking, and looked at Abbot certain Kong: "Look at Xiaochen, isn't he much more pleasing than Yan'an?"

Abbot Sora sighed sincerely.

"You are very talented." A certain Wu monk turned back and said: "But there are many talented people, younger than you, with better roots, and more solid foundations. There are many. Do you know why I chose you? "

Ming Chen shook his head in a daze.

"You have no arrogance."

A certain Wu monk blew on the tea leaves floating on the surface of the teacup.

"People who practice martial arts are more or less arrogant. This is human nature. Zhu Lianhuo said that you have cruelty in your eyes, yes, but you are not arrogant, which is very good. At first I did not talk to you, nor People take you to practice martial arts, or teach you moves, and let you sweep the floor and cook." The monk smiled: "If you put it on someone else, you will run out of patience after a week like this, but you are still enjoying yourself. Ask a few questions Disciple, everyone says that you are active in your work and easy-going."

Ming Chen's face turned red from the praise.

"Yan'an called last night and asked Duo to take care of you, saying that you were still practicing martial arts outside the wing room at night." A certain monk said with emotion: "Heaven rewards hard work."

Ming Chen blushed even more, this time it was not joy, but shame.

He was actually lazy, if the system hadn't urged him, it would be impossible to get out of bed at night.

But the male god would actually tell the master this.

"I will definitely practice hard in the future." Ming Chen was a little more sincere this time, clenched his fists and bowed.

The fragrance of tea lingered, he hesitated and asked again: "Master, do I need to keep this secret?"

A certain Wu monk was surprised: "Why?"

"It's just... I'm just getting started..." I'm afraid of losing face, and I'm afraid of getting Chanxin Temple involved in the entertainment circle, where every three sentences have a curse word.

Although he is used to not caring, the monks in the deep mountains are not necessarily.

"It's okay." A certain Wu monk understood what he didn't say, and stuffed the bottle of Chuanbei Pipalu on the table into his arms, and said with a smile: "Didn't Yan'an take a photo, someone has already recognized the background is We're sorry. As for what they say, don't worry about it, they will all bounce back."

***

The trip up the mountain earned him a master, and Si Yan'an did not have an after-sales service for the time being. Sister Xi Shi's face was flushed when she came to pick him up.

"Baby Chenchen!" Sister Xi Shi hugged him tightly, and rubbed Ming Chen's soft cheek with her flat chest: "I miss you so much!"

Ming Chen also hugged back exaggeratedly: "Sister Xi Shi! I can't recognize you anymore with a different hairstyle. I thought it was your underage relative's sister at first glance!"

Sister Xi Shi suddenly became beautiful again, and patted him: "I haven't listened to you for a long time, you little sweet mouth, unlike those three debt collectors. Let's go, take you to eat delicious food!"

Even though Ming Chen seldom goes to sensual venues, looking out the car window at the gradually bustling city scenery, he still has the joy of being released after serving his sentence.

Besides, eating vegetarian dishes for so many days is really enough.

Sister Xi Shi took him to a hot pot restaurant near the company, where their KC group often went.Although there were no surprises, Ming Chen didn't complain, and was very greedy to save face.

Lu Mang and Zhou Wandui were already tilted in the booth, each swiping their phones, and when they saw Ming Chen coming over, Zhou Wandui slapped the table and stood up: "Order, order, hurry, hurry... I'm starving to death." Starved to death, starved to death."

Pingzi can't come tonight out of town, just the three of them, Sister Jiaxishi.

Lu Mang snatched the order tablet and placed the order. Ming Chen had already sat next to him, rubbing his butt forward a little bit, and finally rubbing half of his body under the table, with his back and head resting on the bench. , lie flat.

Lu Mang glanced down at him, pulled his head to his lap, and snorted coldly: "Pig."

"Tired." Ming Chen murmured, "I want to lie down and eat..."

Lu Mang looked in the direction of the aisle: "Si Yan'an?"

"Oh my god!" Ming Chen struggled hard, quickly squatted down, and hid under the table out of sight.

Lu Mang thought he was going to jump out with excitement, but was taken aback by this, and remained silent for a long time.

The idiot Zhou Wandui kept asking: "Where is it? Where is it?" He turned around and couldn't find Ming Chen, and asked again: "Hey, where is the youngest? Why is the youngest missing?"

"No?" Lu Mang frowned: "Didn't you talk to him, and you gave him green onions, why are you still acting cowardly?"

Ming Chen's heart was pounding, and he confirmed that Lu Mang was teasing him, and Si Yan'an was not here, so he slowly got up and lay back on his seat, and made an excuse: "I didn't send onions."

Lu Mang snorted again: "It's very hard work, so what did you give?"

"An epiphyllum, I dug it from the mountain." Ming Chen showed joy, savoring it carefully: "The male god said he likes it very much."

It took Lu Mang a long time to reply with a cold "oh".

It wasn't until Zhou Wandui figured it out, sat down, and suddenly realized: "Ah, the captain is playing with the youngest? Hey, I said why I didn't see Si Na who after searching for a long time."

Lu Mang: "..."

When Sister Xi Shi came back from the bathroom, she saw Lu Mang with a patient face, and said blankly, "What's going on? Oh, who ordered mango juice for Lu Mang!"

The waiter who just put down the drink suddenly turned back, with an unskilled panic on his face: "Sorry, did you place the wrong order?"

Ming Chen quickly sat up and smiled at her: "It's okay, you can go and get busy, that's right. Is the young lady just working? The uniform suits you very well."

The waiter relaxed a little visibly, thanked him repeatedly with a blushing face, and said that he should ring the bell if there is any problem, before trotting away.

Zhou Wan Dui clicked his tongue.

Lu Mang glanced down disdainfully.

Miss Xi Shi sighed.

"Okay," Ming Chen moved the glass of mango juice in front of him: "I'll drink this, captain, don't make trouble. This is really what you ordered yourself, I just saw it... and a gift for you."

Only then did Lu Mang turn around, and saw Ming Chen flipping through his carry-on bag.

Although Lu Mang has the word mango on his head, he is allergic to mangoes, and he usually feels uncomfortable seeing these two words.But now it has nothing to do with mango juice, the three of them stared at Ming Chen as he took out an envelope from his bag.

"The peace talisman that the master consecrated, one for each of you." He handed small kits of different colors to these people one by one, and told them not to mix them up, as there were different signatures inside.

In the end, there was a green one left, and Lu Mang told him to give it to him.

"Did you bring it to Brother Ping?" Ming Chen asked.

"I'll go to Shashi the day after tomorrow, and I'll bring it to him on the way." Lu Mang finally calmed down after receiving the gift, and began to talk.

Ming Chen bent his eyes and smiled, seeing that everyone was properly dressed.

The meal finally started happily in a harmonious atmosphere. Sister Xishi lost weight all the year round, and she was full soon, and began to nag.

"Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, I will record the public welfare program. I'm not tired. I just play games with the children in the orphanage. There will be a magazine shoot the night after tomorrow. It may be late. You should be prepared. NO. Guide them to have a meal. "Mianyun" is about to be released. Xuanfa said that he will probably run around Chongcheng and won't let you go too far. You can adjust it during this time, and I won't pick up anything else for you. Alright, there are two paragraphs in the Ninth God Realm that may need to be re-recorded... that's right."

Sister Xi Shi paused for a moment and hesitated: "There is a new variety show, I don't know if it is a variety show or not, it is produced by the Aicheng platform, it is estimated that there will be only one episode, at most it will be divided into two episodes."

On Wednesday, I was gnawing on chicken feet, and asked vaguely, "What variety show is only one episode?"

"Swallow things down before talking! Do you think you look like an idol!?" Sister Xi Shi finished cursing and said angrily, "It was planned in response to the country's call... Si Yanan contacted me the next day after sending out the group photo , I guess I want to catch Ming Chen's popularity."

"What the hell is it?" Wednesday put down the chicken feet, very anxious.

"The All-Star Games." Sister Xi Shi said.

Ming Chen swallowed the little crispy meat dipped in tomato sauce, but didn't understand: "All star what?"

"Sports meet." Sister Xi Shi repeated.

She said: "The last time Optoelectronics posted an article to make the entertainment industry less sissy, that's what it means... Then I posted another article, idols should play a role model or something. I guess Aicheng's sports meeting planning has something to do with this relation."

Ming Chen was shocked for a moment.

With the spirit of not abandoning or giving up, actively transform every bitch.Are there not enough variety shows where stars go to military camps?

The country is really worried about the new generation of young people!

Willow tea is too difficult.

Thinking of him, Ming Chen couldn't help asking: "Will Liu Cha go?"

Sister Xi Shi: "How do I know?"

"I'll go if he goes." Ming Chen picked up another chopsticks of crispy meat: "I'm very good now, I've learned Shaolin boxing."

Sister Xi Shi looked at him with indescribable eyes, full of care and love: "Your small body..."

"I can do it." Ming Chen put down his chopsticks, made another strong gesture with firm eyes, and pressed his biceps: "Look, there are obviously more muscles now."

Lu Mang, Wednesday, Sister Xi Shi: "..."

Lu Mang poured a plate of fish balls into the hot pot spicy soup: "Drink your mango juice and stop dreaming."