Hi wife!

The scene manager said so seriously that several guests couldn't help but look at each other in blank dismay.

Zhou Tian was amused, and said, "Why, your program crew is also starting to run into ghosts now? This is a good thing."

Yi Lang also smiled and said, "That's right, you've been punishing us for several months, and now it's finally your turn, right?"

Gu Jingxi didn't speak, but applauded very vigorously, and the words "schadenfreude" were exuded all over her body, which made several staff members feel uncomfortable.

The five people got together to watch the excitement, Fu Xia was still worried, and said to them cautiously: "The female ghost they are talking about seems to be me."

Remembering that no one opened the door when he knocked on the door in the middle of the night, Fu Xia felt that the female ghost they worshiped was probably herself.

Gu Jingxi and Zhou Tian couldn't help laughing, but Yilang said to Fu Xia: "Don't say it out loud, scare them well, they always torment us before telling them, in the first issue we got a female ghost in a hotel, and in the countryside There is also an old lady who calls us every day, and now it is our turn to deal with them."

Then, he gave Fu Xia a thumbs up: "It's so beautiful."

Fu Xia took a peek at Cheng Wanyu, and found that she was sitting on a chair eating breakfast. After noticing Fu Xia's gaze, he raised his head. Fu Xia looked at her in a panic, and the memory of last night's dream appeared in his mind. He put his arms around her and said that he liked Cheng Wanyu's things, so scared that the pickles didn't get caught.

Regardless of the dropped pickles, Fu Xia picked up the bowl and took a sip of the soup, then got up and said, "I, I'm leaving first, you eat slowly."

Seeing her running away, several people couldn't help laughing and said, "Are you shy?"

"Xiaoxia is so thin-skinned, it's normal to be shy." Zhou Tian said to Gu Jingxi beside him while eating, "I heard you call last night. Is it a good show?"

Gu Jingxi nodded: "There is a drama to be filmed, and it is still in the stage of casting. It will probably start filming in May. I am also one of the investors, so I am more concerned."

Yi Lang counted the days and said, "How long are we going to record this season? I just told someone yesterday that I want to travel, so I have to plan."

"The recording started in January, and it has been almost three months now." Cheng Wanyu said: "The previous contract stated that it was about three to five months. After calculation, it is estimated that the filming will be finished in four months at most."

"Then there is still one month left." Yi Lang broke off the flower roll and dipped it in chili oil and said, "Then I have to plan carefully."

Gu Jingxi said to Zhou Tian: "Let's go after eating, isn't there still class this morning?"

But when the four of them arrived at the place, they found Fu Xia standing at the door with a tangled face, looked at them and said: "The temple master said that there will be no class today, let's clean up."

Zhou Tian wondered: "Where did you clean the sanitation?"

A priest with silver hair and eyebrows came out in a gray robe, and said to the four people, "The temple hasn't been cleaned for a long time. Anyway, no one listens to my class. Why don't you do something meaningful."

Everyone knows that this is the main task of Guanli, a Taoist expert specially hired by the scenic spot. Since they have assigned a task, there is no reason not to do it.

"Where does the old man want us to clean?" Gu Jingxi asked.

The old Taoist looked around and told them three places: "The ancestral hall, the Book Pavilion, and the front yard."

The ancestral hall used to be a place for enshrining the allocation of seats. Since it was planned as a scenic spot, there are no such things. The allocation of seats is basically a ranking of invited gods. Incense is offered every day, and the ancestral hall itself is a bit dark , it seemed extraordinarily quiet.

The temple master didn't say when the cleaning was finished, nor did he say how far the cleaning was going. He just gave each of them a broom, dustpan, bucket and rag, and they didn't know where to hide.

Several people saw that there was nothing they could do, so they discussed and said: "We took a look at that ancestral hall yesterday. It is quite big. Why don't we divide it into three people to clean the ancestral hall? The front yard is covered with cement floor and winter leaves, leaving two Individuals are fine."

Gu Jingxi said to Fu Xia and Cheng Wanyu: "Why don't you two go together and sweep the floor in the front yard?"

Fu Xia was startled, holding a broom that was as tall as hers in both hands and looked back at Cheng Wanyu, and saw Cheng Wanyu's brows were light, and he waved his long sleeves and said, "Okay, you guys go to the ancestral hall to clean it up." .”

The other three people went to the ancestral hall to wipe the table after receiving water from the nearby pool, leaving only Fu Xia and Cheng Wanyu standing in the corridor and looking at each other.

"Let's go." Cheng Wanyu said to Fu Xia, "The front yard is huge. I'm in charge of the left side, and you are in charge of the right side."

Fu Xia nodded, turned around with the broom and accidentally kicked the bucket down. The red plastic bucket rolled down the steps "gurgling", and Fu Xia couldn't stop the wayward one.

The bucket rolled fast, and after a while, it hit the curb beside the garden and stopped.

Fu Xia looked back at Cheng Wanyu, took a broom and picked up the corner of her skirt and said, "I, I'm going to sweep the floor first, you are in charge of that."

Seeing Fu Xia running away like fleeing for his life, Cheng Wanyu smiled wryly, but seeing that the camera was still looking at him, he could only cough lightly, put away his face, picked up something and went to the side to sweep the floor.

The road looks like two courtyards, the front and the back, but it is really not small. The road in the middle is a concrete floor, and the side of the garden has become a stone road with a long history.

Every stone slab has been weathered for a long time, and the thick layer of moss has left marks on it. It is soft but not slippery when stepped on. A broom sweep can only remove the rotten leaves that fell from it, revealing dark marks. .

There are only some evergreen trees in the Taoist temple in winter. Metasequoia is planted in the garden. This kind of tree is straight and slender, and the fallen leaves will not float around, so it is easy to clean. All gathered into a small ball, then swept into the dustpan and dumped into the trash can in the corner.

Fu Xia felt that his sleeves in ancient costumes were very laborious. Although he had already asked the program team to connect the rubber bands to tie them up, he still accidentally got some dust on them when he was taking out the trash. The pink gauze was dirty and looked a little embarrassed.

Taking a look at his sleeves, Fu Xia hurried to the sink to loosen the sleeves and rinse vigorously, hoping to clean them while they were just stained.

Fu Xia rubbed it more than a dozen times but it didn't subside, but it was getting bigger and bigger. Fu Xia was a little frustrated. Although it was the props and costumes of the program group, it was always bad to get dirty.

She looked up at Cheng Wanyu, and couldn't help asking, "Mr. Wanyu, do you have any soap?"

Cheng Wanyu raised her head when she heard the words. Looking at her standing by the pool, she knew what trouble she was in. When she came over, she saw that the peach-colored sleeve was wet and stained with gray marks, and said to her: " I'll look for it, you wait here for me."

Before Fu Xia could speak, he saw Cheng Wanyu walk into the bathroom at the corner, took out a piece of soap and walked out again.

Cheng Wanyu glanced at Fu Xia, and handed out the soap box in his hand. Fu Xia glanced at the inferior plastic box, and slowly reached out to take it, but Cheng Wanyu took it back, opened the box and took it out. Turn on the tap water to rinse the used soap inside.

"Cold..." Fu Xia reminded in a low voice, "This water is very icy."

After reminding Fu Xia, she stopped talking and looked at Cheng Wanyu timidly. Cheng Wanyu bent down and glanced at her, then stretched out his hand and pulled her sleeve, dipped it in some water, and then rubbed it with soap, removing the gray hair. The imprint is rubbed clean.

After the mark could no longer be seen, Cheng Wanyu wrung Fu Xia's sleeve dry, turned around and put the soap back where it was, without saying a word.

When Cheng Wanyu came back, she found Fu Xia was still standing by the pool. She looked down at her sleeve, as if to see if Cheng Wanyu had washed it clean.

Hearing the movement, Fu Xia looked up at Cheng Wanyu, and said, "About what happened last night, I..."

Cheng Wanyu walked up to Fu Xia, picked up her sleeve and pretended to check it, but actually approached her slightly and said, "It's still recording, don't talk."

Fu Xia nodded, she had the answer in her heart with sparkling eyes, she leaned into Cheng Wanyu's ear and said, "Come to my room tonight."

Cheng Wanyu was stunned for a moment, then pursed her lips and said, "I know, I will call the master who repairs the air conditioner."

Seeing her like this, Fu Xia was embarrassed to say anything more, pulled back his sleeve from her hand, snorted and left, not sure if he was angry or what.

The five guests were cleaning with all their heart throughout the morning. Fu Xia and Cheng Wanyu swept up the front yard relatively quickly, and spontaneously went to the bookstore together. When the three of Zhou Tian arrived, they found that most of them had been cleaned by them. Two sorted out.

"It's so fast," Zhou Tian rolled up his sleeves and said with emotion, "Has this bookshelf been wiped?"

"Wipe it again." Cheng Wanyu came out from behind the bookshelf, and said to several people, "It's a bit dirty, I have to take the books out to dry first, and then wipe the bookshelf."

"It's easy to talk about." Yilang picked up a stack of books and said to Cheng Wanyu, "Where should I put them outside?"

"In the corridor, in the open space, anywhere." Cheng Wanyu said, "It's best to bask in the sun. Some of these books are damp. Today's weather is not bad. Let's put them back after drying."

The three of them did what they said, and one of them went out with a stack of books in their arms. It took four or five times to empty a part of the bookshelves.

Zhou Tian was tired, even hard-working people couldn't bear to go back and forth several times. He sat on the bench in the Book Pavilion and couldn't help but said: "These books are too heavy. We came here to work for the Taoist temple. What? I just finished cleaning the ancestral hall, and now I have to clean the bookshelves."

Fu Xia emerged from behind a bookcase, holding a few scrolls in her arms, and said with a smile, "Brother Zhou, take a rest when you're tired, and I'll help you move all those books out."

Zhou Tian smiled emotionally and said, "Xiao Xia has a good heart, unlike you suspects who don't know how to help me."

The three 'insider suspects' couldn't help but rolled their eyes together.

At this moment, one of the scrolls in Fu Xia's hand suddenly slipped down. Fu Xia wanted to pick it up, but all the scrolls in his hand fell off, and fell on the floor with a loud noise.

"Oh," Fu Xia quickly squatted down to pick it up: "These are all made of wood, and I can't afford to pay for them if they break."

"There's nothing I can't afford." Gu Jingxi, who was closest to her, picked up the scroll that fell at her feet, opened it curiously, and said, "What is this painting about?"

Fu Xia raised his head and looked at him without saying a word. Gu Jingxi glanced at him twice, and then said belatedly, "Isn't this painting about us? Why... one is missing?"