Accidentally turned red

There is only one bed in the room, but the program team provided two quilts.

Although Yang Yiwei and Li Weixi didn't want it, they still had to be reserved in front of the camera.

After taking a shower, Li Weixi sat at the desk reading a book with her wet hair on her head and a towel on her back, while Yang Yiwei dried his hair in the bathroom.

After blowing his own, Yang Yiwei ran over to pick up the towel that Li Weixi was wearing on his back, first wiped the water drops on Li Weixi's neck and behind the ears, and then dried Li Weixi's hair.

Li Weixi continued to read the book very calmly throughout the whole process, allowing Yang Yiwei to move.

Yang Yiwei stroked Li Weixi's somewhat soft hair, unplugged the hair dryer, wrapped the thread in a circle, and put the hair dryer away.

Then he started wandering around the house, first hanging the clothes that Li Weixi had left on the wooden box in the closet, and then crawled onto the bed to spread the quilt.

It was a little cold to touch the bed, and then ran out and filled two hot water bottles and stuffed them into the bed.

Looking at the time again, it was still early, so he took out a book from the suitcase and sat on the sofa to read it.

The picture seemed to be still at this moment, and the only sound left in the room was the occasional sound of two people flipping the pages of the book.

Until almost another hour passed, Yang Yiwei looked up from the book, looked at the time again, closed the book and got up, stretched his waist, walked to Li Weixi, patted Li Weixi's face, "It's getting late, it's time to sleep. "

"...Huh? Oh." Li Weixi was slow to react for three seconds, sat on the chair and stretched, put the bookmark and closed the book.

The hot water bottle warmed the quilt, and the two got into the quilt, sighing comfortably.

The two quilts are very close to each other, but the two dare not be presumptuous in front of the camera, even though the lights have been turned off.

Lie down, Li Weixi reached out a hand from under the quilt, reached into Yang Yiwei's quilt, and grabbed Yang Yiwei's hand.

The corners of Yang Yiwei's lips raised up uncontrollably, and he held Li Weixi's hand instead.

The two held hands quietly under the quilt, and fell into a sweet dream together after a while.

Early the next morning, the two slept until they woke up naturally.

The two quilts had been mixed into one at some point, the two were a little confused, they looked at each other, hurriedly touched themselves under the quilt, and put on their pajamas and pajamas.

The two breathed a sigh of relief, but it's okay, nothing happened under the camera.

After washing, Yang Yiwei found a towel to cover the lens, and the two began to change clothes.

The camera couldn't capture the picture, and I could only vaguely hear the conversation between the two:

"Huh? Where's the clothes I threw on the box?"

"I hung it in the closet."

"Yiwei, help me tie this tie."

"Don't touch, haha, itchy."

……

The towel was lifted, and Yang Yiwei's magnified handsome face appeared in the camera.

Both are fully dressed.

Li Weixi was sitting on the bed studying the pistol/gun, and when she saw Yang Yiwei lift the towel, she raised the gun and pointed it at the camera, showing a contemptuous expression.

Yang Yiwei snickered beside him.

Li Weixi turned the gun to Yang Yiwei coldly: "Tell me! Did you do it!"

Yang Yiwei immediately withdrew his smile, looked at Li Weixi deeply, "No."

Both of them can improvise in their pajamas when they are at home, let alone have props in hand now.

"Heh." Li Weixi sneered, raised his gun and said, "Do you think I'll believe it?"

"Yes." Yang Yiwei looked at Li Weixi, stepped forward with his long legs, knelt down on one knee, stretched out his hand to hold the muzzle of the gun and pressed it to his chest, looked into Li Weixi's eyes and said, "I have entrusted my loyalty to you a long time ago. .”

Li Weixi looked at Yang Yiwei coldly, and the eyes of the two met in the air.

If they were at home now, Li Weixi would probably use a cold pistol/gun to pick Yang Yiwei's chin next, and say evilly: "This kind of loyalty is not enough, you know what I want."

Now, however, they're recording a reality show.

Li Weixi sneered, "Loyalty? Heh, how many people have you given your loyalty to!"

"Only you." Yang Yiwei let go of the hand holding the muzzle of the gun, and looked into Li Weixi's eyes, neither dodging nor avoiding.

The door was pushed open at this moment, and Yang Yiwei and Li Weixi looked at the door reflexively.

"Two..." Mr. Lu opened the door and was about to say something when he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

I saw Li Weixi sitting on the edge of the bed, Yang Yiwei knelt in front of Li Weixi on one knee, Li Weixi pointed a gun at Yang Yiwei's chest.

Mr. Lu didn't understand the situation for a while. As someone who wants to master the rhythm of the entire reality show, Mr. Lu knows the complete script, and there is no such scene in the script!

However, the old opera bone still has the adaptability. After only a moment of stunned, Mr. Lu knocked on the ground with his crutches, "What are you doing!"

Only then did Li Weixi and Yang Yiwei react.

Yang Yiwei stood up from the ground.

Li Weixi also stood up from the bed, and hid the pistol/gun in his hand behind his back.

"What are you hiding! You put your hands behind your back, so I don't know what you're holding is a gun!"

Mr. Lu leaned on his crutches and angrily walked in front of the two of them, "Zhao Erbao! You are so talented! How dare you point a gun at your younger brother! Brothers are against the wall! Unfortunately for the family!"

"No..." Yang Yiwei quickly explained, "Father, we are just kidding."

"Don't protect your brother!" Old Master Lu said angrily, "Zhao Erbao! Kneel in front of your mother's spirit and reflect!"

Marshal Zhao Jingxuan, the biggest warlord in the north, was trained like a little chicken, and went to reflect on it dejectedly.

Li Weixi deeply felt that he had brought classmate Zhao Erbao into trouble, if he hadn't been good at acting, how could Zhao Erbao have such a turnaround.

Li Weixi knelt on the futon for 10 minutes, the door was pushed open, and Yang Yiwei entered the room with two big bowls, one bowl was filled with several big buns, and the other bowl was filled with millet porridge.

Yang Yiwei trotted all the way to Li Weixi's side, bent down and put the bowl of porridge on the ground, and then quickly blew on his burned fingers.

Li Weixi turned to look at Yang Yiwei's hand.

Yang Yiwei smiled and showed Li Weixi his hand, "It's okay."

There was nothing wrong with it, my fingers didn't even turn red.

Yang Yiwei handed the bowl of buns to Li Weixi. Li Weixi took a big bun from the bowl and took a bite. It was stuffed with pork and scallions, and it was very fragrant.

Yang Yiwei also took a bun and put it in his mouth, then put the bowl on the ground, pushed the other futon to Li Weixi's side, knelt down on it, and mixed the porridge bowl with chopsticks while eating the bun.

Until a steamed bun was half eaten, Yang Yiwei picked up the porridge bowl and took a sip, "Well, it's fine, you can also have a sip of porridge."

Yang Yiwei handed the porridge bowl to Li Weixi's mouth, Li Weixi lowered his head and took a big mouthful of porridge with Yang Yiwei's hand.

After Li Weixi finished drinking, Yang Yiwei put the porridge bowl back on the ground, and complained while biting the steamed bun, "Our father is too unreasonable, he won't listen to our explanation."

"That's right." Li Weixi agreed after taking a bite of the steamed stuffed bun.

"Ahem." A strong cough came from behind.

Li Weixi and Yang Yiwei swiped their heads and saw Mr. Lu standing at the door.

Li Weixi and Yang Yiwei hurriedly turned their heads, threw the half-eaten buns back into the bowl, knelt straight, and desperately swallowed the unfinished buns in their mouths.

"Da, da, da." Mr. Lu walked in slowly, leaning on a cane.

Li Weixi hummed between his teeth: "Why don't you close the door!"

Yang Yiwei also hummed back between his teeth: "I forgot."

Mr. Lu walked behind the two of them and stood there without saying anything. After the two of them trembled in shock, he smiled and said, "Get up."

Li Weixi and Yang Yiwei got up obediently.

Mr. Lu quickly withdrew his smile, snorted coldly, turned and left.

Li Weixi and Yang Yiwei stood in a military posture and watched the old man walk out of the house, then they relaxed and sat back on the futon.

"Oh, I'm choking to death." Yang Yiwei took a big gulp from the porridge bowl, handed it to Li Weixi, Li Weixi took a gulp too.

Then the two sat cross-legged on the futon, and together they ate four steamed buns and a big bowl of porridge.

There is no warlord temperament!

After breakfast, Zhang Haoran came over with a small medicine box to change Li Weixi's medicine.

Yang Yiwei stared at the injured brow on Li Weixi's hand the whole time and frowned.

After changing the medicine, Li Weixi tugged at Yang Yiwei's sleeve in a fawning manner. Yang Yiwei covered the mic pinned to the collars of the two of them with his hand, and whispered in Li Weixi's ear, "You are waiting to go home."

At noon, Dabao, Erbao, Sanbao, Sibao, and Wubao went to Dazhuang's house for dinner.

Da Zhuang's family is also in the village, not far away.

Compared with Dabao's family, Dazhuang's family is obviously much richer.

Not only is the house twice as big as Dabao's house, but there are also various poultry and livestock raised in the yard. When you walk to the door, you can hear the sound of playing the piano from inside.

Then I saw Zhang Tong akimbo in the middle of the yard: "Playing the piano, I know how to play the piano every day, whether playing the piano can make money or give birth to cubs!"

"Mother." Lu Shilei was sitting on a chair in the yard, holding a dustpan in his hand, picking up corn kernels in it and throwing them at the chicken coop, while saying: "Isn't it me who earns money? The money I earn is enough for us The family has spent several lifetimes, Er Zhuang, if he wants to play the piano and sing, let him play it."

"What did you say?! Didn't you say you are!" Zhang Tong turned the gunfire instantly, "I know how to earn money every day, what's the use of earning so much money! Have you finished spending it! I don't know how to find a daughter-in-law for me When I come back, I know I’m wandering outside day by day! If you ask you to feed a chicken, you won’t even feed it. Are you feeding a chicken or fighting a cock!”

Lu Shilei looked at Zhang Tong, who snatched the dustpan from his arms, with a dull face.

Zhang Tong poured corn kernels into the chicken food bowl, and cursed: "What's the use of giving birth to you! You can't even feed chickens! It's better to have a piece of barbecued pork!"

The five treasures who watched at the door were stunned. They never expected that Zhang Tong would play so many plays.

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