chatter [entertainment]

Let's go. ”

"Ten minutes after the water was boiled?"

"No, no, it took a total of ten minutes to cook."

"Wait another ten minutes."

"Okay okay."

"It's cooked, don't bake it."

"Ah? It's ripe!"

Qiao Yufan: "This show shouldn't be called Little Wooden House."

Pan Yue glanced at Qiao Yufan, and quickly picked up the show: "I thought it was a leisure and vacation variety show."

Wei Shi smiled and flirted with them: "Who knew it was a survival show in the wild."

Peng Wei: "Later I thought it was an outing."

Xie Er looked at Wu Fuyang, showing a mouthful of white teeth, "Unexpectedly, it is actually a cooking training class."

A group of people laughed happily.

The cameras surrounded this "big formation" in a surround mode. For the first time, in the recording of a field variety show, the staff and the machine appeared collectively, with 360 degrees without dead ends.

The scene became more and more harmonious, if one ignores Wu Fuyang's increasingly wooden expression.

Maybe it was because they ate and drank enough in the morning and lost a lot of drinking water. The group went back smoothly and at a much faster speed.

In addition, this variety show is not a true survival in the wild, and the focus is not on the road, so they were not stopped to pose for a photo on the return trip.

Although they have been walking in one direction, they are still walking a little bit off.

"How long have we been walking? Why haven't we met that big tree yet?" Shell took off his coat and wrapped it around his waist, and the hem of the clothes swayed with his movements.

Wu Fuyang didn't turn his head back, "Passed by."

Shell:? ? ?

"Why don't I remember?" Shell asked with a question mark on his head, seriously recalling whether he really forgot.

"Be careful with that branch." Wu Fuyang said, "It should be a little bit off in the direction, not the original path."

"Oh." Shell dragged his voice, bypassed the branch, and followed step by step.

The temperature gradually rose, and the long-term exercise made him feel a little uncomfortable. The hair on the forehead was wet with sweat, and his face was red, like a steaming peach.

He walked absent-mindedly, his eyes gradually shifting from the road conditions to Wu Fuyang.

Wu Fuyang was wearing a crew-neck sweater with his coat draped over his arms.The back of the shoulders was outlined by the shoulder straps of the backpack. Following the curve of his neck, Shell made up a coherent trend, which spread all the way to his waist.

He remembered the fan pictures he had drawn, the largest one without a shirt on.

Looking at it now, that picture should not be as good-looking as the real Wu Fuyang.

Xie Er has never seen Wu Fuyang without clothes since he became an adult.

There are many opportunities. In the final analysis, Schell is still cowardly.

With such a good opportunity to soak in the hot spring, he just looked over his shoulder.

Chapter 36

"The road is slippery, be careful." Wu Fuyang reminded in front.

Shell didn't hear it at all, and subconsciously hummed.

The next moment, his body was out of balance, and the palpitations of weightlessness made his mind go blank. He didn't have time to shout out, and he barely stabilized his figure by propping up to the tree trunk next to him while waving his hands.

There was too much movement, Wu Fuyang turned his head in an instant, and spoke quickly: "Are you all right? Where did you knock?"

Xie Er recovered from the palpitations, and when he saw Wu Fuyang's anxious expression, his heart beat faster. He was a little helpless, and his heartbeat regardless of the occasion was really hopeless.

He supported Wu Fuyang's hand to stand up straight, and took a deep breath, "It's okay, just slipped."

Wu Fuyang checked his hand, and when he saw the scratches on it, his face darkened, "Didn't I remind you that the road is slippery?"

It just so happened that they were not taking pictures next to them, so Wu Fuyang's expression was undisguised.

Shell looked at him with a smile, "It's okay, it's okay, let's go, they will find out later."

Wu Fuyang didn't move, and the two were deadlocked.

"You..." Before Wu Fuyang finished speaking, he caught a glimpse of the follower approaching from the corner of his eye, and walked forward holding Xie Er's bruised hand.

Xie Er was very witty, and immediately followed, leaning against Wu Fuyang, as if he couldn't move anymore.

Just like when I came.

"How long do we have to go?"

"I feel like my legs aren't my legs anymore."

In fact, the scratches on the hands were not serious, but the skin was broken and bleeding sporadically.It's just that it was red at the time, and it looked scary.

Fortunately, the remaining road was not long, and the group arrived at the cabin at noon.

When entering the door, Qiao Yufan walked up to Wei Shi and asked politely, "Mr. Wei, are you hungry?"

Wei Shi shook his head, "It's okay."

Qiao Yufan was relieved, and he said tactfully: "We have some special habits, and we are more resistant to hunger. If you are not hungry, we will not cook right now."

Wei Shi nodded and said yes.

He quite likes them, they are very real, even if they came to record the show, they didn't do anything deliberate.

In the entertainment circle, such authenticity is surprisingly precious.

Five people plus one Wei Shi went straight to the bedroom after returning.

A group of staff members were left looking at each other.

Putting down his backpack, Shell let out a long sigh of relief, "I'm exhausted."

Wu Fuyang put his backpack in the closet and piled it on top of the suitcase.He took the backpack that Shell had thrown at his feet and put it in the closet as well.

Before leaving, Wu Fuyang opened the window, and the aroma in the room was already very weak, replaced by the smell of the beach and the sea.

The sea breeze blew through the heavy curtains, only lifting a small corner and floating slightly.

Xie Er was slumped on the sofa, watching Wu Fuyang put the backpack, with smiles on the corners of his eyes and brows.He forgot the scratches on his hands, and Wu Fuyang's cold face along the way.

Staying with Wu Fuyang, he is always good at ignoring things that are not happy.

"Yangyang, brother loves you~"

He expresses his emotions exaggeratedly as before, doing a little thing for him to say "love you", "like you so much", and so on.

But the difference is that now he secretly has some real love.

Although he was used to his occasional exaggerated and exaggerated speeches, Wu Fuyang couldn't help but catch his breath.

He looked back at Shell.

Fair skin with no signs of blushing.

Hmm, just kidding.

He sneered, and naturally cut into the daily bickering state.

"Don't, I can't bear it."

Shell smiled and reached out to him, "Help me a bottle of Coke, I'm thirsty."

Wu Fuyang picked up his coat and kicked him on the foot as he passed by, "Is that why you love me so much?"

Sher reached out and grabbed the hem of his clothes with little force, and was freed when he walked over.

The hand was still stretched out over him, "I love you so much, shouldn't you give something back properly? For example, help me get a bottle of Coke."

Wu Fuyang stood in front of the camera and put his coat over it.Before Shell opened his mouth, he put his index finger on his lips, making a gesture of silence.

Shell was taken aback, and asked with his mouth: "What are you doing?"

Wu Fuyang didn't answer, and raised his hand to remove the wheat from his body.Xie Er was wondering whether to take off his own, Wu Fuyang came over and squatted in front of him.

The radio mic was on the collar, and Wu Fuyang inevitably touched his neck when he helped him pick it off.The warm and slightly cool fingertips brushed against his skin, and the slight tingling gradually deepened.

The whole process lasted only ten seconds, but Schell's heart beat chaotically and his face turned red during this brief contact.

He raised his eyes and bumped into Wu Fuyang's smiling eyes in a panic.

Then, the heart beat faster.

He even wondered wildly whether Wu Fuyang was going to say something.

For example, like him.

The corners of Wu Fuyang's lips raised slightly, he stood up and pressed Xie Er's head, then took the two of them's mics and left.

Shell lowered his eyes, heaved a sigh of relief and felt a little lost at the same time.

He disguised himself to find something to do, and reached out to undo the coat that was still tied around his waist.The sleeves were rumpled, and Shell flattened the jacket, tugging at the sides of the sleeves, trying to straighten it out.

But it was useless, he pulled it several times, but it was still crumpled.

He felt a little uncomfortable suddenly, thinking hypocritically, his heart was probably crumpled up like a sleeve.

"Don't do it, just wash it." Wu Fuyang squatted down in front of him again.

Shell let go of his hand and looked up at him, wanting to make a joke, but the emotion came so suddenly that he didn't know how to speak.

Wu Fuyang held his fingertips, put his bruised hand on his knee, and put alcohol and cotton swabs on the ground beside him.When the cotton swab dipped in alcohol touches a small wound, the tingling sensation is particularly obvious, but it is extremely itchy.

Looking at it now, the wound is really small, only three scrapes, the skin is broken, and there are a few small blood spots in the middle.

Xie Er looked at Wu Fuyang, who was wiping his drooping eyes seriously, and the twitch in his heart was gone, and his sourness was swollen.

I don't know if all people who have a crush are like this, their emotions are like a roller coaster, suddenly lost, and suddenly happy.

But he thought, he seems to be different.

With some tentative psychology to cover up, he reached out and gently pinched Wu Fuyang's earlobe.

Wu Fuyang kept moving his hands, and he didn't make a sound to stop him, nor did he hide.

Pushing an inch is addictive.

Shell's fingers moved up, caressing the pinnae of his ear.

When he painted Wu Fuyang for the first time, he specially observed certain parts of his body, and it took him a long time to imprint him in his mind.

Later, he sometimes wondered if he didn't like Wu Fuyang enough, or why it took him so long to remember everything about him.

Everyone seems to say that when you like someone, you will describe his facial features countless times in your heart, and you will remember them naturally.

He is not like this. If he didn't draw Wu Fuyang often, he still wouldn't be able to accurately portray it in his heart.

Is it really because you don't like it enough?

He thinks he really likes it a lot.

If you show him Wu Fuyang