The movie star's dumb little milk bag

Chapter 34 This is the best gift I ever received

Fu Zhiyan had a miserable afternoon. Director Wang pursued perfection, and the more he watched, the more he felt that Fu Zhiyan's temperament was incompatible with Li Heng after returning to his hometown, so he waved his hand and asked him to do farm work with Uncle Zhang.

"This..." Uncle Zhang was in a dilemma. After all, he came here to film a scene. Even if the director asked him to, how could he really ask him to do physical work?

He Fang also adapted quickly, holding a basket in her hand and planning to go to the back mountain with Granny Zhang to pick vegetables for dinner, and cheerfully encouraged Uncle Zhang: "Brother Zhang, you are welcome, there are many people who want to make friends If you go, you still have this chance!"

"That's right, sir, just say what you want me to do, don't be polite, just treat me as your own grandson!" Fu Zhiyan waved his hand generously.

In the end, at Director Wang's request, He Fang's instigation, and Fu Zhiyan's persuasion, Uncle Zhang arranged a series of farm work for Fu Zhiyan, such as feeding pigs, watering the fields, and harvesting vegetables. Gotta go around.

Fu Zhiyan didn't eat dinner, so he took a shower and went back to his room when he was tired. Granny Zhang had packed up the two largest bedrooms in the house for He Fang and Fu Zhiyan to live in. The furniture in the room was old, and the bed would make a loud noise when turned over. A few times, the walls are even mottled.

But he was really tired, and he didn't even have time to look at his phone this afternoon. As soon as he clicked on WeChat, he saw a few messages from Yuan Qiao in the afternoon. They were some photos of the mountains, and a little squirrel, followed by a text .

[Brother Yan, look at the little squirrel! (Smiley.jpg)]

Fu Zhiyan sent Yuan Qiao several messages, telling him that he would not go back to live at night, and told him to remember to take medicine and drink plenty of water to go to bed early, and then fell asleep in a daze.

Yuan Qiao spent a long time picking stones on the mountain yesterday before he finally found two pieces that were similar in size and shape. In addition, the stones were not big, so it was a bit of a waste of time to paint. As a result, he only finished one work when he returned in the evening.

Wang Sheng checked them one by one. The seniors basically drew landscape paintings on the stones, while Cheng Man chose a stone with a rare shape and painted a semi-humanoid oil painting.

Satisfied, Wang Sheng walked over to Yuan Qiao, watched Yuan Qiao squatting on the ground with a serious face, and drew a cartoon on the stone...

"Why do you still like to draw cartoons!" Wang Sheng hated iron for being weak, and beat his chest: "Yuan Qiao, you draw cartoons with oil paints, you are really... you..."

Yuan Qiao raised her head and watched Wang Sheng jump innocently, as if she didn't know where I was wrong.

"I said you can draw whatever you want, but...forget it, let's go back!"

After Wang Sheng finished speaking, he shook his hand and left.

Seeing that Yuan Qiao was still squatting on the ground, Cheng Man walked over and pulled him up from the ground. Yuan Qiao's little face was rubbed with dirt and looked a little dirty. Cheng Man couldn't hold back, stretched out his fingers and gently Wipe it off.

Unexpectedly, like a frightened little rabbit, Yuan Qiao hurriedly took a step back, rubbing her face with the back of her hand.

Cheng Man withdrew his hand in embarrassment. Thinking of the scene at the homestay at noon, it turned out that Yuan Qiao no longer resisted physical contact with other people, but because that person was Fu Zhiyan.

After returning to the room, Yuan Qiao took out the two stones again. Fu Zhiyan was so kind to him, Yuan Qiao made up his mind to draw a picture of the stones for him.

Early the next morning, Yuan Qiao got up excitedly from the bed. Last night he stayed up until the early morning, and finally finished the painting, so he secretly sent a WeChat message to Wen Xing, asking him to pick him up. He wanted to paint it himself. Give the stone to Fu Zhiyan.

Just after eight o'clock, Wen Xing borrowed a tricycle from Uncle Zhang's house and rushed over. He thought he came too early, but who knew that Yuan Qiao was already holding a book