The actor who attacked him is actually very charming and acting

After the break, the program team took everyone to a temple in the mountains. The paint on the temple gate was dry and warped, and the paint on the lions at the temple gate was also about to fade. It looked very old and old.

They waited at the door for a while before the mountain gate slowly opened inwards. A young man with a beautiful face and cold eyes came out wearing a light gray robe. He had short thick hair, which was not as clean as other monks. .

His appearance is indeed very powerful, but it does not violate the status of a monk.

【This big brother looks like Xiaobao! 】

"Like? Where is it like?"

[I can't say it, but I just feel that the big brother and Xiaobao are very similar. 】

After listening to Xiaobao's words, Fu Wu couldn't help observing the young man a few more times. Apart from his lack of clean hair, he didn't seem to have any special features.

Tan Qing noticed Fu Wu's eyes, and quietly tugged at the hem of his clothes with a sullen face.

"This is..." The director looked at the young man in front of him with some doubts. He remembered that Master Mingjing was already 60 or [-] years old.

"Hello benefactors, the name of the little monk is She Rang, and Master Mingjing is meditating, so I sent the little monk here to receive you." She Rang bowed modestly and politely invited everyone. I'm inside."

Lin Qingzi pulled Cong Jun and whispered: "This little monk is a bit pretty. If it weren't for the clothes on his body, I would have thought he was some celebrity."

Cong Jun glanced at him in surprise, then nodded quietly.

Lin Qingzi: "But why didn't this little monk shave his head?"

Cong Jun shook his head: "I don't know."

"There must be some special reason?" Song Zhouyu smiled and also got into their topic.

Lin Qingzi glanced at him: "Of course I know there is a special reason, no one can guess it."

"Let's go Cong Jun, let's go eat, I'm starving to death." As she spoke, she dragged Cong Jun along for a few steps.

Song Zhouyu looked at their backs suspiciously, he didn't seem to have sinned against Lin Qingzi, could it be that she was not feeling well?

He didn't think about it, shook his head and quickly followed the large army.

The vegetarian food in the temple is very simple, but everyone is not picky. After all, after climbing the mountain for so long, they are already hungry.

Fu Wu got up first after eating, and walked out with the dishes. Tan Qing was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly followed.

He stopped Fu Wu on the way.

"Jiaojiao."

Fu Wu paused, looked back at him, and asked him what he was doing with his eyes.

Tan Qing looked hesitant, and said hesitantly: "Jiaojiao, you just kept staring at She Rang, did you...do you..."

"Is it something——" Fu Wu frowned, and then suddenly stopped to understand, "What are you thinking, he is not my type."

"Then what type do you like?"

"..."

Fu Wu didn't respond to him anymore, turned around and walked forward on his own, Tan Qing followed quickly without asking any more questions.

Lin Qingzi at the corner heard their conversation, his eyes rolled, and a smile of unknown meaning rose on the corner of his mouth.

Cong Jun walked over and looked at her strange expression, and asked, "Why are you standing here?"

Lin Qingzi freed a hand to hold her arm: "It's nothing."

Girls' friendship came so quickly and so suddenly, and they were so close that they could walk together arm in arm, who hadn't said a word a few days ago.

After breakfast and dinner and a rest, the program team began to arrange tasks for everyone.Counting the little monk She Rang, there were six of them, divided into two groups.

Fu Wu, Tan Qing, and She Rang are in a group, Song Zhouyu, Lin Qingzi, and Cong Jun are in a group.

Fu Wu's task is to chop and collect firewood in the back mountain, and Song Zhouyu's task is to clean the fallen leaves and dust in the courtyard.

After the task was announced, Song Zhouyu and his group were taken away by a young monk. Seeing them leave, She Rang also greeted Fu Wu and Tan Qing.

"Come with me, I will take you to the back mountain."

Fu Wu nodded.

Fu Wu is not a person who talks a lot, She Rang knows that he doesn't talk much at a glance, let alone Tan Qing, who basically doesn't communicate with other people except Fu Wu, the three of them walked to the back mountain in silence like this.

She Rang handed them the tools: "Be careful, don't scratch your hands."

"Well, thank you."

Apart from the sound of chopping wood, there was no other sound in the woods. The photographer watched them doing the work at hand, and had no intention of communicating at all, so he couldn't help but remind them.

"Mr. Fu, you guys have a chat or something, otherwise I can't shoot this."

Fu Wu looked at him silently.

The photographer said again: "Mr. Fu, please help me, otherwise I won't be able to explain to the director."

Fu Wu looked at the bitter smile and begging eyes on his face, sighed helplessly, and said, "Master Sherang, are you a local?"

She Rang kept moving his hands: "Yes."

"Then are you a guest invited by the program group? I don't think you have a clean hair." Fu Wu asked a question that everyone had been curious about for a long time.

She Rang shook his head, seeing that he couldn't see it, he explained, "No, I usually come to the temple to help out when I'm free."

Fu Wu: "No wonder."

"I think your grade is quite young, why would you want to come to the temple?" Tan Qing said suddenly.

She Rang glanced at him in surprise. He could tell that this person didn't really want to communicate with him, but he still explained in a good-tempered way: "I'm more interested in this aspect, so I come and see it from time to time."

"Oh."

The atmosphere froze again, Fu Wuben didn't know what to talk about, and he had nothing to say after he finished asking the questions he wanted to ask. He concentrated on chopping firewood, ignoring the photographer's hints.

"Little Rangzi, my brother came to see you, do you miss my brother?" A lazy voice suddenly sounded.

A boy with a delicate appearance and a laid-back and careless expression walked over.

When he saw She Rang, he lifted his eyelids and raised his spirits a little.

Seeing that his eyes lit up a little, She Rang bowed apologetically to Fu Wu and Tan Qing.

"Sorry, I'll leave first."

"It's okay, you're busy first."

There was not much work left, and the two of them completed the task in a short time.

The photographer breathed a sigh of relief and put down the heavy camera: "Thank you two teachers today, let's go back."

Fu Wu: "Yes."

The photographer walked in front and led the way. Fu Wu picked up the bamboo basket and was about to carry it on his back. His fingers suddenly felt a prickly pain. Leaving the team quietly turned up.

Tan Qing noticed his movements and quickly stopped what he was doing and stepped forward to check.

Seeing that Fu Wu was bleeding from injury, he covered his wrist without hesitation, put his finger into his mouth, and licked it gently.

Fu Wu's body stiffened for a moment, and he stared motionlessly at Tan Qing who lowered his head and held his finger in his mouth.

It wasn't until he heard the sound of a branch breaking that Fu Wucai quickly pinched his jaw and withdrew his hand.

Seeing that they didn't keep up, the photographer went back the same way and looked for them: "Mr. Fu, Mr. Tan, where are you? We're going back!"

Seeing their figures, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Teachers, you are here, we are going back." He thought he had lost them.

Tan Qing's body moved slightly, and he wanted to turn around to explain, but Fu Wu suddenly pressed his shoulder and stopped his movement.

Fu Wu said: "Thank you for your hard work. You walk ahead, and we will come as soon as we carry our things on our backs."

"Okay, teachers, you have to follow closely."

"Ah."

Seeing the photographer's figure disappear in place again, Fu Wucai slowly withdrew his arm.

Tan Qing asked suspiciously: "What's the matter Jiaojiao?"

"..."

Tan Qing's lips were wet, and the saliva at the corner of his mouth reflected bright light in the sun.

Seeing his appearance, Fu Wu felt some uncontrollable itch in his heart.

"What's wrong?" Tan Qing asked again.

"..."

Fu Wu raised his hand to wipe his lips, then withdrew his hand and naturally lifted the bamboo basket on the ground and carried it on his back.

"It's okay, let's go."

"Oh."

Tan Qing did not doubt that he was there, pursed her lower lip and followed his footsteps.

The day's filming ended quickly, and the program team also decided to stay in the temple at night, but the conditions were poor, and the three male guests could only sleep in Datong bunk.

Fu Wu frowned slightly looking at the simple wooden bed and mottled walls in front of him, it was the first time he slept in such a place.

Tan Qing understood his temper, took advantage of Song Zhouyu's inattention and tugged on his sleeve quietly, and whispered, "I won't let him touch you when I sleep at night."

Fu Wu's expression improved.

Song Zhouyu had an uncontrollable joy on his face: "Brother Fu, I've already made the bed, go to sleep, it's getting late."

Looking at the soft and tidy bed surface he made, Fu Wu didn't blink, and pointed to the side of the wall farthest away from him where the messy things were placed: "No, I'll sleep here."

Song Zhouyu's face froze: "Ah, but I've already made the bed, or Brother Fu, you can sleep here."

"You can sleep by yourself."

Fu Wu started to tidy up the surface of the bed. Tan Qing looked at Song Zhouyu's livid face, pursed his lips and smiled, and stepped forward to help.

But Fu Wu obviously underestimated Song Zhouyu's thick skin. After they made the bed, he found that he had secretly moved the bed to their side at some point.

Fu Wu frowned tightly, and Tan Qing's face was not good-looking. Finally, he glanced at the position of the camera, and endured it without saying anything.

The quilt in the temple had a damp and musty smell that had not been exposed to the sun for a long time, and Fu Wu in the dark held his breath uncomfortably.

Just when he was about to lift the quilt and get up, Tan Qing suddenly pressed his arm tightly.

His movements were a little big, as if he was avoiding some venomous snake and beast. Fu Wu looked at him suspiciously, only to see that Song Zhouyu, who was separated from them before, had already hit Tan Qing's bed at some point.

Fu Wu noticed the patient expression on Tan Qing's face, and suddenly a depression arose in his heart, and he pulled Tan Qing into his quilt at once.

Fu Wu wrapped his arms around his waist and exerted strength. As soon as his body moved, the positions of the two of them were reversed instantly. He took a step towards Tan Qing, and pressed him against the wall tightly through the quilt.

Immediately afterwards, he growled again like a warning: "Be safe!"