"Mr. Ji, how do you plan to sell this skill?"

"Mr. Ji, can you write love poems?"

"Would you like to show us a hand first?"

The laughter rang out in the room, and Bo Yu laughed into a ball, and the other two who didn't know Ji Yaoguang also began to laugh. In their memory, the love letter is a very old thing, probably when a few pieces of paper were stuffed into the drawer of a beautiful girl in elementary school. Although innocent and pure, it has long been far away from the life around them. Now, picking up the phone is just a text message-even a phone call is so pitiful, as if losing the simple romance of nature.

"Mr. Ji is a talented girl in the Chinese Department of Z University." Jiang Yusheng retorted in a low voice, and seemed a little out of place in a group of ridiculous laughter. She did not dare to look at Ji Yaoguang's eyes, when everyone's eyes were on her. , Lowered his head shyly, clutching the corners of his clothes, showing a little panic.

"Yes." Jiang Zhaozhi also took the conversation and laughed, "Do you want Teacher Ji to write a poem on the spot?"

In the past, many people on the Internet grabbed Ji Yaoguang's education and background and shouted, thinking that what was unknown was that she was trying to cover up her dirty and not bright past, and how did she know that she was finally slapped in the face. Someone who claimed to be classmate Ji Yaoguang came up and said that she was not doing her job properly and had a very bad reputation in the eyes of the professors in the department, but I did not expect that those old professors who did not care about the entertainment circle also came out to clarify and praised Ji Yaoguang, sometimes Being jealous of Ji Yaoguang's natural superiority, she didn't need to experience the pain of others' struggles.

"Do you write poems in seven steps?" Ji Yaoguang glanced at Jiang Zhao and said with a smile, "If I do it, you will give me all your money. Do you want to take a gamble?"

Jiang Zhaozhi waved his hand, pretending to be scared: "The Buddha said, no gambling, no gambling, a bet is a sin."

Bo Yu smiled and said, "The Buddha said, I haven't said this."

After a while, everyone had plans in their hearts. They walked out of the inn in twos and threes. The photographers hurriedly followed behind them. Isn't it the state of life that you want to shoot? Ji Yaoguang and Chang Yu are tasked with picking wild vegetables, but their actions are not hurried. Mengjia Village is a large village, with hundreds of households and many people walking on the road. Seeing a few people in such a costume, I can’t help but look at it a few more times, but I didn’t surround myself to watch the excitement. Perhaps the program team has already told the village. After the meeting, a big star came to this country to shoot.

"Go east is the Mengjiacun Central Primary School." Ji Yaoguang stopped and pointed to a building not far away that was significantly higher than the surrounding buildings.

"Do you really want to write love poems for them?" Chang Yu chuckled lightly, "If I remember correctly, someone has said that love poems are only about me."

Ji Yaoguang did say such things. She touched her chin, and whispered to Chang Yu's ear: "I've written it for you to copy. Your handwriting is beautiful. This is also a love poem for you. Well.” The photographer behind them was Liu Ran, a die-hard fan of Ji Yaoguang. While thanking that he had eaten this sweet dog food before other fans, on the other hand, he wanted to cover his eyes to avoid being caught in the atmosphere. Give the flash blind. However, even if the two are mainly walking in the fields, he has to follow the shots. Zhao Beiting emphasized the details many times. Of course, the pictures should be real and beautiful.

To the west of Mengjia Village is a rolling field with undulating hills in the middle, all cultivated by locals to plant tea trees. The soil in the spring is wet and soft, and the tender green grass has been swaying gently with the breeze. In the tender grass grows a wild vegetable called "scallion" by the locals. "This is scallion white, it is very delicious to use it to make egg fried rice!" Ji Yaoguang's voice was a little excited. She took a step and easily crossed the small ditch by the field, pulled up a scallion white, and moved towards Chang Yu. wave. She has hardly ever been to the ground, and her knowledge of wild vegetables comes from the recipes and plant illustrations she had read at the beginning, and she has searched all around with her powerful memory. "Let's pick some scallions and go back. With it, what wild vegetables are needed!"

Chang Yu naturally had no objection to Ji Yaoguang's words, except that two of them forgot to bring a bag when they went out, and one of them grabbed a large handful, which looked quite funny. Liu Ran, who was holding the camera, was snickering in the rest of the air, knowing how to attract Ji Yaoguang's attention. I saw the goddess in my heart walking towards me step by step with long legs, bursting into a charming smile, a chuckle in my heart, and the numb inductance spread all over the limbs, Liu Ran thought that he had turned back to being beautiful at the beginning of adolescence. When the female teacher was ashamed of the hairy boy, Ji Yaoguang heard Ji Yaoguang say: "Brother Liu, your pocket is relatively large, let us put the scallion white."

"..." Liu Ran looked down at the scallion in his pocket, and muttered in his heart: "What the goddess says is right."

Saying that it was filming a show, it was like returning to nature, giving a nerve-tight self a vacation. A road was built in the middle of the field. From time to time, small three-wheelers were suddenly driving past. The man with a **** was weeding the ground, and the three or two children who had slipped out of the school were running and flying kites. Away from the hustle and bustle of the city, there was no discomfort, but relaxed wholeheartedly. Ji Yaoguang turned her head and met Chang Yu's faint gaze. She didn't know how long she looked at herself. If it weren't for holding a large handful of wild vegetables in her hand, she would love to take Chang Yu's hand and walk in the countryside.

Chang Yu retracted his gaze and chuckled softly: "Let's go back."

The spring water is beginning to melt, and the spring breeze is just right. To say that the only thought at this time is to hope that this road has no end, and that you can walk until you grow old. Ji Yaoguang nodded thoughtfully. She watched Chang Yu's face smeared with a little dust, and then she raised her hand and realized that with the touch of her sleeve, she might have become a flower cat. Itchy in my heart, wanting to see the cute appearance of Chang Yu, who is used to the coldness, but when she realized that Liu Ran was following, she was discouraged again. There are some things that can't be seen by others.

After turning an intersection, you can see the "Time Inn". Ji Yaoguang's footsteps gradually speeded up. Suddenly, he heard a prolonged shout, and an uncle riding a tricycle hurriedly pressed the brake. There was some wood in the back of the tricycle. When Chang Yu's eyes lit up, Ji Yaoguang stepped forward and said, "Uncle, where are you pulling this wood?"

When the uncle saw the beautiful girl, he asked, and smiled honestly: "You said these leftovers? Pull out and deal with it together."

"Xiaoye Zitan, Huanghuali, Ziguangtan..." Chang Yu walked to Ji Yaoguang's side and asked, "Uncle, are you selling these scraps?"

"Little girl, do you still have research on this?" The uncle saw that Chang Yu accurately stated the type of wood, his wide-eyed eyes were full of surprise, he patted the tricycle, and laughed, "It was meant to be handled, you If you need it, just take it yourself, no need to negotiate the price."

"Thank you, uncle, then." Ji Yaoguang didn't say much, thanked him, and stuffed the scallion in Liu Ran's hood, and she started to select some relatively complete wood. When she first met Chang Yu, she thought that someone with a cool temperament like Chang Yu would definitely love the kind of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and she never thought that she would get satisfaction from the flying wood chips. Half of the bookshelves in the home are her ancient books by Ji Yaoguang, while the others are books on design and woodwork by Chang Yu. The task of going out to film the show made her gradually get away from her hobby. She didn't expect to encounter a big surprise here. After calculating the time spent here, Ji Yaoguang didn't take too much wood and waved at the kind uncle. As soon as she turned her head, she smiled happily at Chang Yu.

When they wandered back to the inn, the hosts had already arrived, drinking hot tea leisurely, without worrying about their own expenses at all. Seeing Ji Yaoguang and the others came back, they thought they had recovered such a good thing, but after a glance at the wood, they sighed again.

"There is a kitchen here. There is no need to burn wood. Why are you two holding this back?"

"What do you know?" Ji Yaoguang glared at Bo Yu sullenly and snorted.

"Teacher Ji, you, me, there is something dirty on your face." Jiang Yusheng, who had been sitting quietly by the side, stood up abruptly. She stared at Ji Yaoguang nervously, even speaking uncomfortably. Simply approaching her mouth, took out the wet wipes from her pocket, and walked to Ji Yaoguang to wipe her face in a few steps.

Ji Yaoguang was taken aback by her actions and quickly took a step back.

Chang Yu pursed her lips slightly, she turned her head and glanced at Ji Yaoguang, her eyes flashing with meaningful light.

"I'll wipe your face for you." Ji Yaoguang put the wood he was holding on one side and whispered.

"No." Chang Yu snorted, probably realizing that her voice was too cold, she added, "Look at your hand, I'll do it myself."

There was a strange silence in the room, and the first thing to break the atmosphere was Jiang Yusheng's voice that seemed to be crying.

"Teacher Chang, Teacher Ji, I'm sorry, I, I—" she bowed to Chang Yu, and said nervously, "I don't mean anything else, I just like Teacher Ji very much, but, but not that kind Like it, I just--" Seeking help fell to Bian Yuting.

Bian Yuting yawned along his lips and said, "Okay, don't explain to them. It's okay to be angry, don't you think she looks more vivid now than before?"