Compared with going out to explore and break through, ``Time Inn'' is obviously a variety show reality show that is partial to life. The eight guests in this issue were sent to an inn called Time, and they will start a half-month common life. . Ji Yaoguang is not quite sure about the invited guests. According to Ji Kaiyang, the chief director Zhao Beiting is solely responsible for all this. As for the people who come in, he doesn't care.

After driving for more than half an hour to the place where Mengjiacun was located, Ji Yao tilted her head to look at Chang Yu's profile and pretended to say casually: "Today's "Nenchen" was released in major theaters." Never been so nervous before. , She has done a lot of dramas before, even if she gets terrible reviews, she is indifferent. Everything after the closing banquet has nothing to do with her, let alone caring about when it will start broadcasting. Many people on the Internet have concluded that there is a movie by Ji Yaoguang. Even if there are famous directors and movie theaters, they can't resist that it is a bad movie. Ji Yaoguang had expectations in her heart, and she hoped that the final effect could hit these people in the face fiercely.

Chang Yu naturally knew the time of the show. She turned her head to stare at Ji Yaoguang's pretentiously calm face, and asked with a chuckle: "Are you nervous?" The hands folded on her legs were clenched into fists, her fingers rubbing intentionally or unintentionally. , I am afraid that a stormy sea has already set off in my heart. It seems that the selection of this show is not time, otherwise you can go to the cinema to experience it.

When the rebuttal words reached her lips, she swallowed, Ji Yao smiled and confessed: "Yes."

"It shouldn't be too bad." Chang Yu snorted softly, "The previous you were too bad. You may not be able to get rid of the inherent label of'vase' and'poor acting' with this film alone, but it will also Because this cured label will make people feel that you have made great progress."

Ji Yaoguang turned her sideways, she let go of her hand, and smiled lightly: "You mean everything is because of contrast? This is vertical, then horizontal? When we appear in the same movie, I will I don’t believe they won’t criticize me when they mention you. You know that some film critics are also your true fans, and they hate our relationship even more."

Chang Yu pondered for a moment, and her tone began to become cautious: "Others compare you with me. Are you very unhappy? Will you feel a lot of pressure?"

Ji Yaoguang chuckled, her clear eyes lingered on Chang Yu's face, her hand was placed on Chang Yu's leg, and the word "ten" was gently painted. She replied: "Is my psychological quality so bad in your mind? If this is the case, I am afraid I can't bear it a long time ago." To know the difference between acting and mud, her muddy mud It was so bad that no one wanted to put her and Chang Yu together. After saying these words, Ji Yaoguang fell silent. She suddenly remembered that she had mentioned this when she was arguing with Chang Yu. It was a random slander after she lost her reason under anger. Chang Yu looked cold, but sometimes her mind was slender and sensitive. In this respect, the two of them were carved out of the same mold. With a slight sigh in his heart, Ji Yaoguang grabbed Chang Yu's hand and was about to say a few words when a "thorn" sound came into his ears.

The car stopped and they had reached their destination.

Chang Yu squeezed the back of Ji Yaoguang's hand and smiled lightly: "Go, get out of the car."

Mengjia Village is a small quaint village. The resources brought by the rapid development of H City are biased towards the development of tourism. It is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the scenery is quite beautiful. Almost every household in the village has been renovated into homestays, and Time Inn is an ordinary one. Pushing open the hidden door, it was a large yard with several peach trees planted on both sides, facing the black tiles in the corner, and a few chirping sparrows jumping above it. Passing through the courtyard is an arched hanging flower door, and the mahogany verandas on both sides lead to the wing rooms. The entire Time Inn is an antique-style building, and walking in it seems to be able to travel through a thousand years of time.

The staff of the program group had arrived at the inn a long time ago and arranged everything. It was a bit boring to wait for the guests. They were sitting around the stone table playing cards. "Lian right", "..." "Blow again"... They were too immersed in it, and they didn't notice Ji Yaoguang and the others for a while. It wasn't until a cat cry came into their ears that they suddenly recovered.

"Teacher Chang, Teacher Ji, are you here? Hurry up, please sit down."

"It's okay, you continue to play, what about Director Zhao?" Ji Yaoguang blinked, her eyes fell on the playing cards, her card skills are not very good, but when onlookers can't help but point Jiangshan. Because of their arrival, the staff of the program group were too embarrassed to continue playing around. They chatted differently, but they kept silent on the names of other guests, and only said one paragraph. Time will be able to know.

"Eh, Teacher Ji, is this your siren?" Suddenly, a strong voice sounded, and Liu Ran from the photography crew asked curiously. He stood up, and a big man of five big and three thick began to chase a black and white kitten in the yard. Liu Ran is Ji Yaoguang's face fan and a qualified **** shoveling officer. When he saw Ji Yaoguang's Weibo post photos, he wished to scream like those little girls. Ji Yaoguang, the guest of these show crews, has made him happy for a long time, but he didn’t expect Ji Yaoguang to bring the Siren over—he always wanted to know whether the black hair on Siren’s face was born or deliberately dyed into that kind of personality. Look like.

The siren moved at the foot of the spring sprouting wall with his dexterous figure, stepping on the wet moss as if he was the king who patrolled his territory, and his meowing voice was full of contempt for Liu Ran. I saw it wandering around, and finally jumped into Ji Yaoguang's arms with the mud all over it. It was obvious that this master had the worst attitude towards it. If cats can express their meanings, probably Siren wants to conquer Ji Yaoguang with his pride.

Ji Yaoguang didn't think it was dirty, so she stroked the soft cat hair and let it go. She didn't like cats, but couldn't resist the feeling and temptation. On the one hand, I think fortunately that it is an ugly cat, so even if I really want to **** a cat, I can’t **** it. On the other hand, I regret that if it’s a beautiful cat, will it feel better? When Siren jumped out, her arms suddenly disappeared, and she dropped her hands in a sense of sorrow. And Chang Yu, who had been silent, took out a wet wipe and wiped the dirt from her clothes.

Do not open your eyes, Liu Ran, the rumors on the Internet are all fake, right? When these two masters arrived at the inn, they began to show their affection. What will happen in the future? Isn’t the big boss investing in this show just to let the national audience eat dog food?

A loud horn sounded, indicating that other guests had also arrived at their destination. Ji Yaoguang looked up, and a familiar figure broke into her eyes. She blinked with some doubts, and was about to go forward to ask, but Chang Yu suddenly grabbed her arm. At the beginning, she said that she and Chang Yu came by themselves, so why did Su Ci come to this inn? I haven't thought about it clearly yet, another woman with a sweet smile while carrying a food box also came slowly. If it was just doubts before, then what flashed past my eyes was shock and disgust. He gave the woman a vigilant look, and then turned to look at Chang Yu's expression.

A heart beat suddenly, and a cold sweat was pinched in the palm. She seldom pays attention to the dynamics of other artists in the Tang Dynasty, but vaguely remembers that Su Ci said that she has picked up a newcomer. Is it possible to become An Muyu, the hot food anchor recently? But why was she able to win the favor of Zhao Beiting and be sent to the program group? Was it Su Ci or Lu Yusheng's push behind? Excessive tension began to blur even with her eyesight, and there was a buzzing sound in her ears. It was not until Chang Yu's concerned question came into her ears that she paled and shook her head: "Nothing." This is always hidden. Inner Demon, if there is no way to overcome it, the crack between her and Chang Yu is afraid that one day it will reappear.

"Hello teachers, I brought some desserts." An Muyu's appearance has the delicate and exquisite appearance of a Jiangnan woman, and her gentle smile instantly won everyone's favor. In addition, he knew something about his reputation, and after thanking him, he unceremoniously went to taste the exquisite dessert.

"Ms. Chang." After a long pause, An Muyu called again, "Ms. Ji."

"I have admired you for a long time, now meeting in the program group, it must be a kind of fate, I also prepared small snacks for you here, do you want to try it?" An Muyu's eyes darkly rise and fall, she is only at the beginning At that time, he glanced at Ji Yaoguang, and then stared at Chang Yu intently. Chang Yu is the only one who admires and covets, right? Ji Yaoguang sneered secretly in her heart. The memories brought back from the past made her even if she knew that this woman had not met Chang Yu at present, she still couldn't give birth to any good feelings. With a polite smile, Ji Yaoguang politely refused: "Thank you, I don't eat sweets."

An Muyu said again, "What about Teacher Chang? I remember you like dessert."

"Remember?" Chang Yu raised his eyebrows slightly.

An Muyu covered her lips and smiled: "From the Internet, I am your loyal fan. I have watched every one of your films."

"Thank you for your liking." Chang Yu replied lightly, "But like Yaoguang, I don't eat sweets."

An Muyu's smile froze on her face after Chang Yu's refusal words blurted, but it soon eased over. The siren was spinning at the feet of the three of them, An Muyu looked down, broke some scraps of pastry and threw it on the ground, and praised it without conscience: "Very beautiful kitten." The siren was praised. With a meow, he lowered his head to sniff the cakes, turned his head and ran away proudly.