Ten Mile Room

It was already 11:30 in the morning when Jiang Gezi came out of the game world.

Everyone thought he was so lazy, who knew that he had already worked hard for sixteen hours in the game world.

After some inspection, he finally understood why that guy shrank the Lost Temple and put it under the Golden Palace again.

This map is too damaged, has too many holes, and the insulation film is too thin.

He repaired it all night. If it weren't for his current level, he is no longer afraid of the monsters in the Lost Temple, and he is more familiar with every inch of the map. Even if this thing is connected back to Changhui, there will be problems constantly. .

Huh... This is really a huge project, but it has to be done.

As if predestined, Gail has a god of destiny, a god of destiny, him who is destined to be unlucky, and Yu Dongchi who is even more unlucky.

Although Yu Dongchi's name has been canceled now, Jiang Gezi still doesn't connect Li Ai with his relationship.

For him, Li Ai is Li Ai, and Yu Dongchi must be Yu Dongchi.

Yu Dongchi also got up early, and he went out before dawn, and returned early after handling a round of official business.

He understood Jiang Gezi's life rhythm, so he returned home at [-]:[-] and sat on the sofa to read today's newspaper.

After reading the few minutes before, Jiang Gezi really staggered out of his small yard and went to the living room to look for food. His eyes lit up when he saw Yu Dongchi.

"Woke up?"

Yu Dongchi put down the newspaper and stood up from the sofa. He could tell at a glance that the pigeon was extremely tired. It must have been working all night.

Jiang Gezi scratched his back a few times, then scratched the back of his head, and said a nonsense with the decadent temperament of a poor man at the end of his life.

"Well~ are you~ at home?"

Immediately, he sat down on the seat where Yu Dongchi had sat, and Ge You stretched out his hand to pick up a newspaper and read it.

Because of his presence in this room, most of the newspapers are related to art.

The newspaper was given to him for free, and along with the newspaper, there was a large stack of letters of appointment.

"The new emperor enthroned, the people's emperor sang, and all the heroes of Zhongzhou gathered. "

Jiang Gezi licked the smell of various radishes in his mouth, held up the newspaper and said to Yu Dongchi: "The title of your Gail's propaganda is always as long as a foot wrap."

Yu Dongchi took an apron from Zhou Songchun, tied it up for himself, and replied with a smile: "Nanju Beizhi, just like you and me, you should understand this better than me, just like you taste the taste of radish from the gathering of heroes, Eh~ what to eat?"

Zhou Songchun looked at these two people strangely, they were always talking in secret words when communicating, and he couldn't understand most of the metaphorical things.

So he saluted the pigeon with a smile, turned around and left the room.

When there are two of them, most of the mundane trifles cannot be inserted.

"what to eat?"

Jiang Gezi was thinking seriously, steamed buns with mixed noodles, noodles with fried sauce, scallion pancakes...

Yu Dongchi did not interrupt, but waited patiently.

Since he came, he has become Jiang Gezi's official cook. No matter how busy he is every day, he has to cook a home-cooked meal for Jiang Gezi himself.

For example, Nanju Beizhi, no matter how similar Gaelic culture is to Earth, Gaelic flavors are Gaelic flavors, and earth flavors are earth flavors. As soon as any food is eaten, Jiang Gezi and him can find the difference.

Stolen history, stolen history of human character development, at the root, the Gaels lack the slow fire in the history of pottery development, and the Gaelic tribal era will use copper-cast arrows to hunt as soon as they are born.

After Jiang Gezi sat there and thought about it seriously for a while, he raised his head and said, "pimple soup."

Yu Dongchi sighed when he heard the words: "The lump soup, it's done! Is it egg or mutton?"

In the life of the fat old man, he just played tricks. When the child was sick, he ate pimple soup. After the child passed the exam, he would occasionally spend a few dollars to buy fried sugar cakes at the street corner to improve his life. His deep love for pimple soup is unmatched by all dishes in the world.

“Egg, mutton lump soup is a cult.”

"Heh~."

Yu Dongchi turned around and walked towards the back kitchen.

Jiang Gezi pushed the nine-inch TV table and followed.

In the newly renovated emperor's kitchen, the clean white flour was neatly stirred by chopsticks into small uniform lumps, and the cast iron pot was emitting green smoke.

Jiang Gezi was lying on the edge of the counter and making troubles. While he was watching TV, laymen directed the insiders to chatter, the oil was hot, it was time to put pepper, the poor poor Gaelic didn't even invent the range hood... The stupid Gaelic cut vegetables with a hundred kinds of knives...

Yu Dongchi finished cooking the pot, filled it with hot water, closed the lid, and said a little bit for Gaier: "Pigeons? There are so many things Gail doesn't have. Gail doesn't have a range hood. That's because Gale has the best smoking device, Gale has a hundred kinds of knives, and that's...that's our iron ore."

He raised his hand and turned on a button in the kitchen, and the oily smoke in the room disappeared immediately, and it even circulated better air, and the scent of green lawn wafted in the room.

Jiang Gezi curled his lips: "Ahaha, an air circulation device is enough for ordinary people to buy a house, how much is the range hood?"

The water in the pot became anxious, Yu Dongchi opened the lid, held the small basin, and began to use a chopstick to mix the noodles evenly into the pot.

"Yes, we don't have the online world, we don't have range hoods, we don't have mobile phones, and of course we don't have bow-headed people and fine-tuners. But pigeons, my research laboratory has now started to develop related things, whether it is the online world or aerospace technology. Well, those Gails will have them, and the earth does not have our large machinery and heavy industry! We have pan energy, and the safest airship..."

"You thief, your ancestor was also a thief!"

"Yes, yes, we are thieves, please ask the earth police to arrest us."

"Rogue!"

"In ~!"

Yu Dongchi catered patiently, occasionally shaking his head helplessly and laughing.

Jiang Gezi saw him playing tricks from time to time, and felt annoyed that he would stab people even more.

"Look how similar you are to him, he steals the outline of the globe, you steal the details, right? Even if you go to my house, you're a, gee, man!"

Yu Dongchi didn't speak, but continued to work with a smile. He thought he couldn't answer this question.

Just as he misses Gale on Earth, no matter how hard he tries, he can't integrate into life on Earth.

So he said, "Dove."

"kindness?"

"We can't go back."

"I know."

Jiang Gezi looked up at Yu Dongchi, who stared at him with dark eyes.

He said, "Dove, you should be well."

Jiang Gezi snorted through his nostrils, and then lay down on the desk irritably. After a long time, he pointed to the TV beside him and said, "Who would have thought that these three boys~ could go so far away?" , look, they are much more popular than you poor emperor."

Inside the TV.

"...Let's have a big love affair, elope, escape, indulge your youth and set off, don't waste your best time, be like a fool..."

Lin Yuanchun and the others hummed melodiously on the stage. There was no noise in the audience of tens of thousands of people, only tears shed silently, and their eyes were red.

Holding the hot pimple soup, Jiang Gezi took a sip along the side of the bowl and sighed:

"They haven't been in love, have they?"

"Have you talked?"

The hand holding the bowl paused in the air, as if struck by lightning.

Yu Dongchi looked at this awkward ghost with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

After being awkward for a long time, Jiang Gezi turned his face angrily and said to Yu Dongchi, "Suddenly I remembered a word."

After Yu Dongchi washed his hands, he took off his apron, handed it to Zhou Songchun who suddenly appeared and asked with a smile, "What?"

"Well... It's been a long time, it seems to say ~ happy people! They don't listen to folk songs, look at how sad the Gaelic people are."

Yu Dongchi was stunned for a moment, then smiled helplessly.

It seems that it is like this, Gal is in a lot of troubles, flustered, mixed with nightmares in the history of human development, there is always so much sadness and separation.

But it's all right, he's back and will end this grief.

Inside the Royal First Academy of Arts Hospitality Hotel.

With a heavy heart, Lin Yuanchun pressed an old watch with a blue background on his wrist, as if accepting the shackles of a judgment.

He knew he was on fire, red.

However, he didn't expect that after becoming popular, those unimaginable respects would follow.

They actually collectively called him a teacher?

Teacher, what an awesome title.

How can he be?

Someone like him?

Lin Yuanchun has never seen himself so clearly. The young man in the mirror is 21 years old this year. He was born in the old county.

But he is a teacher now, among hundreds of gray-haired old gentlemen who are nearly fifty years old, he is a teacher.

Everyone who passed by him called him teacher, and he could see the respect different from concert fans in those eyes.

He knew that he had a very different status, he had meritorious deeds to start a school, and he was also known as the great master of art.

But are these useful?

For the neighbors in Laosanxiang, for the family members who left their hometown and returned after the situation improved, for the father and son, for the little nobleman, these are of no use.

His life can't come back, because he was young and frivolous, and his family will no longer take him for granted from a normal perspective.

The door of the bathroom was gently pushed open, and He Mingchuan held up a half-length improved dark-pattern jacket with absolute traces of tailoring and said, "Chun'er, I can't tell the front and back of this dress, show me Let's see."

It was only after arriving here that Lin Yuanchun and the others understood Master's painstaking efforts.

People who are engaged in art, especially performances, whether they are dancing, playing musical instruments, or singing, these people are the most well-dressed and most individual group in the art genre.

Their perception of aesthetics is different from that of outsiders. Boldness, exaggeration, and delicacy are the dark attributes of this group of people, and their names are inventing fashion.

When I came here yesterday, the 60-year-old ladies in the judging team all wore seiko thin lines and bold color-contrasted clothing. They brought a lot of silverware with lotus attributes all over their bodies. History Scroll.

Thinking about my sheepskin coat again, thinking about my old scarf again, the eating guy wrapped in a big patch bag... Uh, I'm really in a cold sweat.

Almost embarrassing my hometown.

They naturally don't care about other people's comments, but they don't want others to say, ah, Beiyan's artists are a bunch of beggars!Those people in Changhui County are just a group of rural laborers...

Well, a great art business, still not short of a grandson with a bad mouth, Lin Yuanchun felt that it was always right to step out.

Just this encounter, the inspiration collected is enough for him to write a few songs.

They also woke up early today, and dressed themselves seriously according to the marks on the first day and the second day marked in the luggage.

Decent, always right.

Respecting others is also respecting yourself.

Grandpa was right.

It’s just that, after all, they still maintain some authenticity. Different from other artists, they come out and go in with a group of people serving and taking care of them. The three of them are still used to taking care of themselves. It’s just that the good clothes are too troublesome...

Lin Yuanchun took He Mingchuan's moon-white thin coat, looked back and forth for a while before laughing: "What! There is no front and back of this dress, you can wear it as you like."

He Mingchuan blinked his eyes, lifted the dress again and looked back and forth, complained and left the room.

Lao Gelai watch, feather pendant platinum chain, light blue hand-knitted sweater, well-known brand sweatpants, Laozhenghuang's cowhide pointed boots, Baoba's short windbreaker...

Lin Yuanchun slowly rolled up his sleeves, took out a pair of thin deerskin half-finger gloves with long wrists from the delicate wooden box, and put them on for himself.

He played the iron pipa of several kilograms, plucked the iron strings until his hands were bloody, and when he turned his head, he bent over and cleaned the dishes and wine glasses on the stall with cheap detergent. It was a happy day to earn a few hundred yuan.

No one has ever told him that your hands need maintenance and protection...

Lin Yuanchun raised his palms high and looked back and forth at his hands.

The buckskin of the glove was made very thin, and there was no pulling force when stretched back and forth, but he could feel the prudent protection force, and he was wrapped quite safely.

These hands were insured, and one was worth 500 million guan.

There was a polite knock on the door.

"Teachers, can we come in?"

Hearing this, Lin Yuanchun put down his sleeves and walked out of the washroom, came to the entrance with a smile and said, "It's Director Cai, come in."

His throat was injured, and unless he was roaring heart-piercingly in songs, he usually spoke in a slow and low tone, without the slightest trace of fireworks.

Director Cai arched his upper body slightly, changed his shoes at the door, and then carefully stepped on the light blue pure wool carpet in the room with his feet.

The group of students following him was excited again, and their breathing became short of breath.

They came in tremblingly, their gestures were as cautious as if they were afraid of disturbing the laying hen.

The large double-entry windows in the room revealed the light of Zhongzhou City, and a strange song played slowly in the room.

"You can go to the left, go to the right, go forward, and keep going... The scenery you pass by is round, life turns, turns, turns..."

This is a new song that Lin Yuanchun and the others recorded privately.

The young students were so excited that they couldn't hold back their emotions, but because of the non-disclosure agreement, they suppressed their emotions. They didn't move their bodies, but their eyes rolled around.

Director Cai looked around in surprise. Over the years, he has received countless masters. In order to meet their idols, students would secretly smash their heads to fight for the accompanying share.

However, those masters are not as glamorous as they appear on the surface. They are human beings. All human behaviors, such as farting and picking teeth, and swearing are no longer considered defects. Yes, they are wrapped in gorgeous leather shells, fans and idols come into contact, and the first disillusionment often comes from the first meeting.

But here, it is clean, there are no music scores thrown around, no piles of beer bottles, no clothing assistants coming and going, no screaming from the hairdresser.

Everything was so neat and tidy that not even the lid of the hall's most attractive grand piano had been lifted at will.

In order to prove something, those artists always like to lift the lid of the piano as soon as they enter the room. Whether they can play or not, they have to press a few times to relieve boredom.

He Mingchuan sat on the carpet. He opened his music pocket, first smiled at the visitors, and said to them in a gentle tone: "Hey, Director Cai, you can sit wherever you want, and we will do it."

After speaking, he called Lin Yuanchun's name and raised his right hand.

Lin Yuanchun came over, picked up the half-fingered gloves on the table and helped him put them on, and helped him button his shirt smoothly.

He Mingchuan also raised his hand and looked back and forth at his palm.

Deng Changnong behind him let out a sneer, and He Mingchuan took the back cushion without looking at it, and threw it over.

Deng Changnong took the mat, patted it kindly, and put it back on the original place.

In order to cater to He Mingchuan's unique so-called gentleman temperament, the clothes he wears are retro, but there are always inexplicable buttons on the clothes.

Lin Yuanchun could only help silently.

The people around Director Cai swayed inexplicably, and the sound of breathing rose and fell like waves.

Those masters always have a different style when they travel. They must be a group.

They are not short of money, let alone luxury and refinement.

Especially masters with musical instrument skills, of course, master sculptors, masters of painting are always like this.

Because of the absolute importance attached to their hands, their hands are usually carefully protected.

In short, under normal circumstances, they will not take the initiative to touch anything other than the air with their fingers and skin, and half-fingering is a sign of being careless to themselves.

He Mingchuan collected the scores laid out last night, cleaned his fingers, and then sat cross-legged on the carpet, picked up a simple breakfast, a piece of charcoal-baked steamed buns and asked:

"Have you had lunch yet?"

Director Cai and the others nodded together.

"Oh, then, then I will eat first."

He Mingchuan's lunch is very simple, steamed bun slices with shredded pickles brought from his hometown. As for the other delicate dishes on the marble coffee table, he only occasionally moves a few chopsticks.

The pickles were brought to him by his grandma from his hometown, and his appetite is pretentious when he goes out. He has to eat the things brought by his hometown very seriously every day, otherwise his stomach will always be uneasy.

Director Cai did it for a while, then took off his coat naturally, and after washing his hands in the bathroom, went back to the living room, rolled up his sleeves, picked up chopsticks, and carefully put vegetables and meat into He Mingchuan's rice bowl.

While clamping, he asked cautiously: "They told me that you drove the medical assistant away this morning?"

He Mingchuan was stunned when he heard the words, and he smiled cheerfully after a long time and said, "What, Director Cai, I'm only in my early twenties this year, what kind of medical assistant do I need? We are not those old men outside..."

Deng Changnong, who was rubbing his pipa with maintenance wax, coughed without looking up.

He Mingchuan gritted his teeth, and complained to Director Cai in distress: "There are a group of old masters who come and go, I don't even recognize who it is, they greet me, I can only do this...ah hello, Hello? Are you busy? Uh~ I'm so distressed."

He Mingchuan complained in distress.

Director Cai laughed and liked the three artists from Beiyan from the bottom of his heart.

How should I put it, those masters may have had the most difficult years, young, poor, and pursued.

But after becoming famous, their personalities will always have more strange things added to their lives, and finally they will become weird fruits when they get old.

In short, most are spoiled.

What's more, it's a long journey to decide the fate of Zhongzhou's art students, so Zhongzhou will naturally do its best to entertain them.

In the art reception area, the rooms prepared for the masters are all configured according to the group. There are three floors of independent duplex buildings, 24-hour chefs, nutritionists, professional housekeepers, doctors on call, and protection guards...

Try their best to be in a good mood and relax their fingers so that they can leave more artistic sparks in Zhongzhou.

But these three, in addition to the chef and the necessary guards, are self-sufficient at all, and they don't have all the problems that patients with master disease have.

What young people in their 20s should have, enthusiasm, simplicity, cuteness, health, and cheerfulness, they have everything.

There are really not many masters who become famous at a young age, can protect their lives, and keep their purity.

The three came as soon as they said frankly, without assistants, apprentices, or errands... The three masters only occupied a house, and they were self-sufficient, and never made any trouble for the hospitality.

This virtue alone is worthy of praise.

Thinking of this, Director Cai also became more courageous. He looked at the students who were already excited and began to cry silently.

He tentatively said to He Mingchuan: "Teacher He?"

He Mingchuan swallowed the food, drank water, and cleaned his mouth before seriously replying: "Speak, Teacher Cai."

Ah, how dare you call yourself a teacher in front of such a person.