The director is a god... stick!

Chapter 33

Xiao Baimo silently stared at the wooden sign in his hand.

He drew lots to Room 1, a single room.

But he was still immersed in a depressed atmosphere at this time.

Wen Tianming, who has always loved to exploit interpersonal relationships, still came up to him recklessly, and said in a friendly way: "Big actor Xiao, what room did you get drawn?"

"It turned out to be Room 1, a single room! You are so lucky, congratulations, uh..."

Xiao Baimo turned his head and stared at him gloomyly, his gaze was as cold as a piece of ice.

Wen Tianming couldn't help but shuddered all over, and immediately closed his mouth, his back and spine felt cold, and he felt uncomfortable being pierced by this gaze.

He smiled awkwardly: "Film Emperor Xiao, you are..."

Xiao Baimo didn't speak, and still stared at him silently, his condensed eyes turned from the number in his hand to the No. 3 wooden stick in his hand.

Wen Tianming's hairs stood on end when he saw him.

At the critical moment, he, who has a low IQ but a super high EQ, frantically turned all his minds, almost exhausting his wisdom, and finally had a flash of inspiration, and instantly realized the meaning of Xiao Dayingdi.

He hesitated, and tentatively sent the wooden stick in his hand to the other party: "Film Emperor Xiao, I actually like sleeping alone, if you don't mind, or... let's change..."

Only then did Xiao Baimo nodded reservedly, but with lightning-fast movements, he exchanged the numbers in their hands.

Seeing the back of the other party eagerly approaching Xuan Yi, Wen Tianming stayed where he was, looked at the single room number in his hand, stared blankly for a long time, and finally couldn't help but cursed in his heart: "Head Is there a problem?"

Are these famous film kings all thinking in such a strange way?I can't live in a good single room, and I have to squeeze into the same room with others.

He gave up thinking about the brain circuit of the other party, put away the number, and was just about to leave, but was blocked by another person.

The veteran Zhang Tianyuan, with a shy expression on his old face, stood in front of him in embarrassment, rubbed his hands together, and said, "Xiao Wen, do you have a single room No. 1 in your hand?"

"I just got a room No. 5, and I live with others... But you know, the elderly! The quality of sleep is not very good. If the people in the same room make a little noise, they will be woken up and sleep at all. No, I may not be suitable to live with others..."

This is another person who wants to change rooms with him.

But this is how normal people think!Ordinary people, if they don't have other requirements, who would abandon the comfortable single room and insist on going to sleep in a room with others.

Wen Tianming kept slandering in his heart, while putting on an enthusiastic gesture on his face, he repeatedly agreed: "No problem, I will trade with you, as long as Brother Zhang sleeps well."

While speaking, he handed over his number.

If it was an ordinary person who wanted to change numbers with him one after another, he would have turned his back on him long ago.

But whether it is Xiao Baimo or Zhang Tianyuan, an old drama player, they are all seniors in the entertainment industry, and they have a lot of connections in the relevant circles.These two people, no matter which one he fawns on, will be very beneficial to his future career development.

Interacting with them is beneficial to Wen Tianming, and he has a very shrewd calculation in his heart.

Holding the number of the single room, Zhang Tianyuan was very grateful, thanked him repeatedly, and then left.

Wen Tianming looked down at the number he had exchanged, and couldn't help but turn dark.

Room No. 5, a residence in the northernmost part of the village, shared a room with Ming Haochen.

Although the two of them are artists under the same company, there is a competitive relationship between them, they are secretly hostile to each other, and their relationship with each other is not good.

It's unlucky to switch back and forth, and end up sharing the same room with that narrow-minded neurotic!

He cursed secretly in his heart, put away the number, and left unhappy.

On the other side, Xiao Baimo followed Xuan Yi to Room 3, with a secret expectation and excitement in his heart that he didn't realize.

These residences were temporarily borrowed from the village by the program group, and were rebuilt from the original houses of the villagers.

House No. 3 is located in the south of the village, with a higher terrain, bright lighting and natural transparency.

But when he saw two single beds in the house, one on the left and one on the right, far apart, his originally excited mood seemed to be suddenly poured with cold water.

He silently looked down at the two single beds, then raised his head and asked Xuan Yi: "What do you think of this house, Taoist?"

Xuan Yi didn't quite understand his gaze: "I think it's pretty good."

That is, you can lie on the bed, chat with friends in the same room, and have each other's beds, maintaining your own independent space without interfering with each other.

Originally, with the stingy personality of the program group, he was worried that the other party would only put a big bed in the room, deliberately making it difficult for the guests, and let them sleep together.

Now it seems that the program team is not so crazy, it is rare to be reliable once.

Xiao Baimo: "..."

The actor Xiao Xiao expressed his heartbreak for the rare generosity of the program group, and silently nodded in his heart.

As the night gradually darkened, the two fell asleep peacefully.

The house of this villager's family does not have curtains installed, and through the window, you can directly see the courtyard outside.

Xuan Yi was lying on the bed by the window, looking out at the gloomy night sky without any stars through the transparent window.

Tomorrow is cloudy, maybe there will be a heavy rain.

He thought in a daze.

The consciousness was hazy, and when he was about to fall asleep, he heard Xiao Baimo on the opposite bed, and suddenly asked: "Master Dao, how long have I lived with you?"

"It's been at least half a year!" Xuan Yi thought for a while and replied vaguely.

Since the other party had to stay by his side temporarily because of the unstable illusion, and listened to him recite Taoist classics every day, it took half a year to say the least.

Seeing that he clearly remembered, there was a burst of low laughter from the opposite side of the bed.

Before I knew it, it had been such a long time...

Xuan Yi couldn't help feeling emotional, and then said: "Mr. Xiao's recent phantom has stabilized, he should be able to leave me, and he no longer needs to stay by my side every day, I will never leave."

The other party has not listened to his chanting for several days, but he can still maintain a stable human figure. Even the dark circles on his face have disappeared now, and he no longer needs sunglasses.

Hearing the news, he originally thought Xiao Baimo would be happy, but after the other party heard this, his smile suddenly subsided, and there was a rare long silence.

After a while, a cold voice came from the opposite bed: "I see."

Immediately, Xiao Baimo pulled up the quilt and buried his head in sleep, as if angry, and refused to talk to him again.

The change of attitude was too fast before and after, and Xuan Yi couldn't adapt to it for a while.

Great Film Emperor Xiao, even if he was to kill a donkey, he wouldn't take you so quickly, would he? !

He blinked his eyes in doubt, but he was so sleepy that he finally couldn't help but yawned and fell into a deep sleep.

So what he didn't know was that after he fell asleep, Xiao Baimo pulled off the quilt, turned around, and looked at his sleeping face without hindrance in the darkness for a long time.

My recent mood swings have indeed become more and more strange.

Xiao Baimo touched his heart, thinking to himself.

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Early the next morning, after everyone woke up and had breakfast, the program team continued to arrange tasks for them energetically and started a new round of tossing.

After drawing lots, Xiao Baimo, Zhang Tianyuan, and Li Junqi were assigned the task of fishing with ground nets.

Based on yesterday's good performance, Xuan Yi was assigned the task of preparing everyone's meals by himself.

Others are responsible for picking fruit for orchards contracted by villagers.

Xiao Baimo was annoyed for not being drawn into a group with Xuan Yi again.

And the one who is more troubled than him is Zhang Tianyuan, an old drama player.

Zhang Tianyuan rubbed the center of his brows, said with a headache, "If you want to fish, you have to find the river first. I watered the villagers' vegetable garden yesterday, and I have already gone to the river to get water. It's far away from here."

There is a river near the village. The villagers drink water and eat every day. They use the wells dug by the village themselves. But when large-scale irrigation is needed, they always get water from the river.

The river is far away from the village, at least two or three miles away.

Today there is another task that needs to go to the river to complete, and the group of them may have to run back and forth very hard.

Zhang Tianyuan is nearly 50 years old this year. He is old and has no more energy than young people, so he can't help but feel a little tired.

Li Junqi on the side heard what he said, and suddenly remembered something: "Yesterday we went to collect firewood and passed a lake. The scenery by the lake is very beautiful, and the fish in the lake are also big and fat."

The most important thing is that the lake is very close to their residence, but it is a bit remote.

Except for the illusory water ghost legend, it is simply the best ideal place for them to complete their tasks.

Hearing what she said, Zhang Tianyuan immediately became interested: "Then let's go there today and take a look first."

Xiao Baimo was talking to Xuan Yi at this time. The two people here had made up their minds and did not call him for the time being. They decided to go to the lake to explore first, and after confirming that it was indeed suitable for fishing, they would inform Xiao Dayingdi.

While the two were talking, they set off, and the photographer, carrying a heavy camera, followed behind them without missing a step.

According to yesterday's memory, the two quickly found the remote lake.

The scenery by the lake is still the same as yesterday, quiet, beautiful and peaceful, with faint ripples on the emerald green lake water, calm.

Li Junqi also found out that the youngest son of the fat aunt yesterday seemed to hide from his own adults again today, holding a pair of fishing rods, and secretly went to the lake to fish again alone.

I saw the little guy squatting by the lake, earnestly reeling in the fishing line, and then he pulled a very fat big fish ashore, and he threw it into the bucket with a "boom", the tail of the fish swayed, and the water splashed everywhere.

It seems that the fish in this lake are indeed big and fat, and it is really a good place for fishing.

The two stood on a high mound, looked at the calm lake from a distance, nodded in satisfaction, and were about to leave when they suddenly heard the little boy by the lake making a suspicious voice.

"what?"

What is this stuff?

The little guy picked up the fishing rod in his hand and poked the green mass in front of him.

This dark green thing, which seemed to be entangled with aquatic plants, was about the size of a person, and was huge in size. When the lake water was rippling just now, it floated to the shore along the current and just stopped in front of his eyes.

While poking it, the little guy couldn't help muttering: "Is it the aquatic plants washed ashore? It's so big!"

Half of this entangled group of aquatic plants was submerged in the lake water, and the other half was lying on the shore, dripping wet all over, exuding an earthy smell of silt at the bottom of the lake.

As the ripples fluctuate, the group of water plants will also swing around along the water flow, as if a living person is waving his limbs, as if he is tempting the children in front of him intentionally or unintentionally.

But the little boy didn't want to pay attention to this group of dirty water plants, he just wanted to fish.

He stretched out his fishing rod, trying to push the aquatic plants aside.

But within a few fiddles, the group of aquatic plants entangled his fishing rod so tightly that he couldn't pull it off no matter what.

He was in a hurry, and he didn't care about whether it was dirty. He rolled up his sleeves and stepped into the lake, trying to untie the aquatic plants wrapped around the fishing rod.

The lake was up to his ankles, and the little boy, who was concentrating on untying the water plants, didn't notice it.

A bunch of cold aquatic plants, as if they were alive, have quietly entwined