BSI Chapter 41
Chapter 41
Several people sat around on the tatami in the middle of the living room, with a low table in front of them. The food was steaming upwards, gathered in mid-air for a moment, and then quickly dispersed.
Everything is delicious when you are very hungry, not to mention that Jiang Weiwei's cooking skills are comparable to professional chefs. Everyone is immersed in eating deliciously. The director team behind the fixed camera can't help it, and the speaker hidden in the living room is rustling In the next second, the director's voice spread throughout the living room, "The scene is too dry, the artists can start a topic to chat."
Wen Zi secretly scolded that the program team has too much shit, and muttered dissatisfiedly, "Didn't you say that today's process is over? Why don't we eat?"
But she can only complain a few words, she has to work after receiving the notification fee, she put down the chopsticks in her hand, clapped her hands, and attracted everyone's attention to herself.
"This is also our first meal in Yunhe." Wen Zi played the role of Xiao Tian without complaint, "Let's play a game, how can I have you?"
Everyone present heard the director's order, and they all cooperated very well.
Jiang Weiwei struggled for a while, and finally raised her hand and asked, "I haven't played it before, how should I play it?"
Wen Zi, who had just become a mother, was easily aroused by Jiang Weiwei's overflowing maternal love. She raised her hand and released her five fingers clenched into fists one by one.
"The rule of the game is, everyone says something that they have done but others haven't done, and if others say that thing you haven't done, put down one finger, the first person to put down all fingers is the loser, To be punished."
"What punishment?" Jiang Weiwei raised her palm and asked ignorantly.
Wen Zi just said casually, as for the punishment, she didn't have any idea, so she asked the rest, "What do you think?"
"Punishment..." Cen Shi had an idea, "How about washing today's dishes?"
"Okay, that's it." Pei Jiashu thought it was all right.
Wen Zi and Jiang Weiwei also had no objections.
Cen Shi looked helplessly at the only person who did not speak.
Lin Litian's mind was not very active, so he replied concisely.
I was a little distracted thinking about how the person upstairs who had been sleeping all day was able to sleep so well.
Wen Zi, who was the first to start, made a fool of herself at the beginning, shaking her five slender jade fingers, smiling mysteriously, "I took the mirror, but you didn't."
Cen Shi was dissatisfied, "Does this count?"
Wen Zi: "Why doesn't it count?"
Pei Jiashu: "You're relying on Brother Yan not going downstairs."
"It's useless for Xiao Yan to go downstairs. I'm the queen of the movie theater, and he's the film king." Wen Zi was proud, "If you don't have one, just let it go."
Everyone resigned and let go.
Then it was Jiang Weiwei's turn, she racked her brains and could only say one thing, "I can cook."
"Who knows how to cook, it's all about whether it tastes good or not." Pei Jiashu refused to let go of this round of life and death.
Seeing that everyone took advantage of this loophole, Jiang Weiwei felt a little regretful, but still said, "That's fine."
Pei Jiashu began to talk about himself, "The most amazing prize I ever got in a variety show was a whistle, don't you guys have one?"
Speaking of this, he felt aggrieved. The last time he participated in the All-Star Games, he clearly reported 50 meters when he signed up, but his agent brainlessly threw the registration form to the referee, and he was held in the cold A full day of refereeing on the bench.
I didn't get any prizes, so I took a broken plastic whistle.
There are dozens of variety shows he has been on, and he has never seen such a search, and it is even more searchable than "The Holiday".
This matter was also embarrassingly popular at the time.
Everyone, look at me and I look at you, only Lin Litian didn't put down his finger.
Pei Jiashu became interested, "You also got a whistle? Is it the All-Star Games, the ugly plastic whistle, the kind that breaks when you blow it?"
"No, it has nothing to do with variety shows." Lin Litian didn't pay much attention, and when he realized it, he realized that he had confused what happened to him with his original experience.
Of course Yuanshen never got a whistle as a prize, what Lin Litian said was that he really got a whistle in reality.
Fortunately, Pei Jiashu only cared about winning or losing the game, and he yelled that it didn't count, it had to be that he got a whistle as a prize in a variety show like him.
Lin Litian smiled, didn't take it seriously, and took the opportunity to put down his index finger to cover up the mistake, "Okay, then it doesn't count."
[You are a crappy person! ] The system blamed him very dissatisfied.
But of course Lin Litian didn't recognize it, "Who saw it?"
[Fortunately, no one noticed it] Thinking of the scene just now, the system is rarely serious, [But it is not always as lucky as this time, it is the host's taboo to confuse reality with the plane. 】
But everyone didn't find anything wrong, and urged Cen Shi to continue the game.
"Huh, brother Yan?" Cen Shi shouted in surprise when he saw a person standing still on the stairs before he could tell what he had done that no one else had.
Lin Litian also turned his head to look over.
The person standing on the stairs was only wearing a thin underwear and jeans. The long windbreaker he wore in the morning was nowhere to be seen. His footsteps stopped on the steps, his head was hanging down, revealing the faint hair twirling, and he was thinking What.
Wen Zi called out to him, "Xiao Yan, come over for dinner first, and try Weiwei's cooking skills."
Only then did Song Yan wake up as if from a dream, Yaoyao and Lin Litian looked at each other.
His expression was gloomy.
He interrupted, and everyone had almost eaten, so the game didn't continue.
Song Yan, who sat on the tatami, had no appetite and only filled a bowl of soup.
The soup was still hot. He lowered his head and drank it slowly. Halfway through the drink, he raised his head and said, "I didn't help you when I was cooking just now. Let me wash the dishes."
It just so happens that the game just now is not finished, and the task of washing dishes is still empty today.
Lin Litian looked at the opposite person with a gloomy gaze.
This is because I was being cruel just now, and I was afraid of revealing my secrets, so I avoided him, afraid of getting along with him in the same space.
Cen Shi saw the undercurrent in the eyes of the two people, his molars became sore, and he said unwillingly, "Brother Yan, let me help you."
Wen Zi laughed, "There are still people rushing to wash the dishes, you young people are really interesting."
Everyone left the living room after eating and drinking. Song Yan packed the bowls and chopsticks on the table into the sink. Cen Shi had never done housework before, and he hesitated not to touch the water with a brand new dishcloth. The voice complained, "Why isn't there a dishwasher here?"
But Song Yan still heard it, and joked: "Probably, there is no sponsorship for dishwashers."
Cen Shi laughed awkwardly.
He said he was here to help, but in the end the dishcloth in his hand was still the best, and he just followed behind Song Yan, just watching but not using it.
Song Yan didn't care if he helped or not, anyway, he did the job himself.
At the end, Cen Shijian would have no chance if he didn't speak, so he asked an extremely abrupt question,
"Brother Yan, does Brother Lin not like me very much?"
The tone was a little hurt, as if it really happened.
"Did you remove the microphone?" Song Yan paused for a second, but did not answer his question, his eyes flicked to Cen Shi's waist, the place where the microphone was originally bulging collapsed.
Cen Shi didn't expect him to notice, his eyes dodged, "It was uncomfortable, so I took it off."
"It's better to wear it. It's against the rules not to wear a mic during normal times." Song Yan's subordinates kept moving, drained the last bowl, then piled up all the washed bowls and put them in the disinfection cabinet, and adjusted the disinfection mode , wiped off the water stains on his hands, and smiled politely as he rushed to Cen, "Everyone is tired today, take a good rest, and you have to think about how to make money tomorrow."
After finishing speaking, he left the kitchen, as if he didn't hear the question he asked at all.
He's not an idiot, Cen Shi and he are now in a family relationship, passers-by and the program crew wish they could fight to the death, if the program crew messes up, if the footage here is released, he can't tell with his mouth full.
Moreover, after the filming of the show started, although Lin Litian's attitude towards Cen Shi was not very enthusiastic, it was definitely not in the state of "not liking".
The sight projected on his back was like a small thorn, he just pretended not to feel it.
He went back to the second floor and opened the bedroom door. The first thing that came into view was Lin Litian, who was only wearing a towel on his upper body. The towel couldn't cover anything. His cold white complexion and vigorous but just right back muscles were fully exposed in his eyes.
Lin Litian had just taken a shower, and there were still glistening water marks on his muscle lines, and his hair was also wet and brushed behind his head, with drops of water rolling down.
The person in front of him had long hands and long legs, and the room was so big that it almost occupied the entire field of vision. Song Yan's eyes were so hot that he didn't know where to hide.
Fortunately, he was still wearing a pair of pajama pants, otherwise he would probably have rushed out by now.
Lin Litian turned his face to the side and glanced back, revealing a side face that fascinated tens of millions of fans, his lips parted and he uttered two words, "Close the door."
The voice is deep and the texture is excellent.
Song Yan subconsciously looked at the cameras in the four corners of the room, all covered with clothes.
He turned and closed the door.
One of the beds in the room had been messed up, the sheets and quilt cover were piled up and wrinkled, and the other was neatly untouched, with only a pajamas missing from it.
Lin Litian picked up his pajamas casually, and noticed from the corner of his eye that he was sitting on the other bed, his eyes were flying around all the time, and he just didn't put his eyes on him.
Finally found a little shadow of the previous world in this person.
Song Yan in this world is free and easy, only a few times, Fox's skin occasionally reveals the discomfort when getting along with him.
He put on his pajamas, turned around to face him, thinking, and was about to speak, Song Yan picked up his clothes, rushed into the bathroom with one hand and one foot, and only said, "I'm going to take a shower. "
He looked at the closed bathroom door, and his temples twitched violently twice.
The word "guilty heart" is really brought into full play.
When Song Yan washed up and left the bathroom, the lights in the room had been turned off, leaving only two small lamps with worrying lighting effects by the bedside.
Lin Litian was half lying on the bed, the light from the phone shining on his face.
Mobile phones are banned in front of the camera. Only in this private time can I have time to process the information that has accumulated on the mobile phone for a day.
When Song Yan lay on the bed, he put down his cell phone and turned off the two lamps beside the bed.
There is a one-meter-wide aisle between the two beds. It is not very far, but it is a certain distance.
In the air, the sound of the breathing of the two people is entwined, and each of them has a thousand thoughts.
Lin Litian closed his eyes to rest, Song Yan turned his back to him, neither fell asleep nor spoke actively.
A few minutes later, Song Yan broke the silence, "The whistle you just mentioned..."
Lin Litian didn't open his eyes, he didn't know that the whistle would be raised suddenly, after a long time, he let out a muffled groan, signaling that he was listening.
"Are you still there?" Song Yan said the second half of the sentence with difficulty.
"Send it away."
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After a long while, as if unwilling, Song Yan turned around and faced him, his eyes shone into two glazed glass in the night, "Do you still remember who you gave it to?"
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The author has something to say:
感谢在2022-04-1823:57:19~2022-04-1923:50:24期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~
Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 3 bottles of the little girl of the Zhan Zhan family;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!