Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

The show's gathering point is at an art wall near a canal bridge.

Countless wild artists have left their paintings here, including abstract, realistic, romantic and fantastic works... The brilliant colors and unique culture attract a constant stream of tourists.

Chi Qinghe also likes painting. In the past few years, when he didn't have to manage the company, he often brought his drawing board to the garden to sketch.

Wenson was influenced by his surroundings and also received some artistic influence.

I also usually go to auctions and art exhibitions to buy things for Mr. Chi. I can estimate the level of the painter just by taking a look.

After taking a quick look and finding no particularly outstanding paintings, he turned his gaze back.

The wind is much stronger near the water, and your hat will be blown away if you are not careful.

Wenson's sight shifted from mid-air, to some unlucky guy's brown hat, to the bottom, where it happened to meet a painting.

No.

Not a painting.

But it’s the person in Xiao Chi’s painting who is facing each other.

His eyes couldn't help but fall down to his Adam's apple, where there was indeed a red mole.

Then he noticed that the man was pinching Mr. Chi's hand with such force that it turned red.

"open!"

Wenson frowned, turned around and grabbed the other person's wrist, exerting force with his fingertips and giving a cold warning.

The other party was not afraid at all, but his eyes were very strange. He fixed his gaze on him, suddenly raised his lips, revealed a faint smile, and let go of Mr. Xiao Chi.

"Sorry, I got the wrong person."

Chi Qinghe stood there stiffly, and the movement of raising his head was like an infinitely stretched slow motion, pulling countless fantasies in his dream into reality frame by frame.

The boy in his memory had grown taller, about 1.9 meters, and even he had to look up to see him.

Thin.

I used to like eating candies, cookies, puddings and other sweet snacks that were high in calories and would leave soft flesh on the sides of my cheeks.

It is not very obvious normally. It will only swell up like a little hamster when you put food in your mouth. It moves around and is very cute, just like the soft and cute little boy in the comics.

Later, due to health reasons and the fact that eating sweets is bad for the body, he began to control the amount of snacks he eats.

Then, there would often be an extra pendant around his waist. Whenever he looked down, he would see the boy's guilty, fawning smile, with the remnants of the food he had stolen from his mouth always lingering, waiting for his forgiveness and gentle help to wipe it away...

Now five years have passed quickly, and Gong Huasui has gradually deviated from the appearance in his memory.

He has always been good-looking, and his mature and tolerant temperament after his youthfulness faded away was even more eye-catching than when he was eighteen years old.

No one would ignore him, not even Chi Qinghe.

But now, he just wanted Gong Huasui to stay away from him.

Because when those deep brown eyes looked at him, there was no longer any attachment and focus in his memory.

There was only bottomless coldness and alienation, as if facing a...

stranger.

Five years of beautiful fantasies disappeared, leaving only broken pieces and overestimation of one's own capabilities.

Chi Qinghe hurriedly avoided his sight and subconsciously moved towards a place where he felt safe.

"Wenson..."

This murmur touched a nerve in Gong Huasui. After glancing up and down silently, he felt so annoyed that he almost overflowed.

Wenson's favorability towards this person quickly dropped to freezing point.

He would not allow anyone to be disrespectful to Chi Qinghe, and walked forward with a gloomy face.

"Have we offended you in any way?"

Gong Huasui smiled, stood up straight, and looked at Wenson provocatively.

"What do you think?"

As soon as these three words were spoken, the smell of gunpowder immediately spread, and the discussions on the scene were extinguished at any time.

Confused, worried, and frightened gazes came from all directions, and Yuan Yuan had no idea what was going on.

She was absent for a while and the two of them started arguing.

She stood in the middle, not knowing who to persuade.

Gong Huasui has a high status, a strong background, and an unpredictable temper, so she doesn't dare to provoke him at all.

The Vinson in front of him looked like a thug in a suit, tall and fierce, and he seemed like a ruthless person who could beat someone to a cripple if he had a disagreement with them.

Seeing that the situation was escalating and about to turn into a live broadcast accident, the director quickly stepped forward to stop it. He turned on the loudspeaker and shouted at the top of his voice, easily attracting everyone's attention.

"Welcome everyone to our outdoor reality show, 'Youth Adventures' Global Edition!"

"Five members have completed the first round of finding people. Let's not waste any more time and move on to the second round! Couple Compatibility Challenge!"

As soon as those words were spoken, the staff rushed out and separated the people.

Especially Gong Huasui and Wenson.

If the venue wasn't so small, they would have liked to have a river between them.

The game is simple and tests your tacit understanding.

The five members of the program will first draw lots to determine the order in which they answer the questions.

The couple who are drawn first stand back to back and answer questions from the director team.

You have ten seconds to think and answer.

Both parties need to write their answers on the whiteboard.

Points will be added for correct answers and no points will be deducted for incorrect answers.

Within three minutes, the team with the highest score will have their accommodation and dinner provided by the program team, and a big red envelope will also be given to the amateur couple.

Yuan Yuan rubbed his hands excitedly in front of the lottery box.

Rarely, she wanted to draw ball number one.

She really wanted to know how the couple she brought back got along.

The loyal thug tops and the gentle beauty bottoms!

It really pokes her XP!

"Yuan Yuan, it's your turn."

The director team saw the girl daydreaming and giggling in front of the lottery box and couldn't help but remind her.

"Excuse me!"

Yuan Yuan apologized at light speed, and it was obviously not the first time that his mind was traveling and he was out of state.

She reached into the box and turned her hand around in it again and again, but couldn't find a ball.

Just when I was about to report to the director, I touched the ball again.

Take it out and see the number.

Number one!

She screamed.

"Wenson! Felix! I drew number one! We're first place!"

She skipped back to her team and passed the ball to Chi Qinghe.

"The director said, whoever holds the ball should write the reference answer."

She blinked and looked at Wenson expectantly.

"Wenson, you know Felix very well, right? He must be right!"

Wenson nodded hesitantly.

As long as it was about Mr. Xiao Chi, he could give the answer without hesitation, except for questions about lovers...

The lottery is over and all cameras focus on Yuan Yuan's group.

She sat between Chi Qinghe and Wenson, and happily signaled to the director that they could start at any time.

At this moment, the director coughed twice mysteriously, handed the question card in his hand to Team No. 2.

Gong Huasui shook the question card in his hand, his tone casual, making it impossible to hear his true emotions.

"Sorry, the rules have changed. All questions will be read by the next team."

The smile on Yuan Yuan's face suddenly froze.

Did she still remember the situation where Gong Huasui and Wenson were about to come to blows? If Gong Huasui were to ask questions, wouldn't that destroy her team?!

"Director, I protest!"

"The protest is invalid." The director said in a mean way.

Yuan Yuan: "Then I don't want ball number one anymore. I'll take the initiative to change to number five..."

The director crossed his hands in front of his chest and said, "No."

"Then, then I won't play anymore!"

Yuan Yuan started to throw a tantrum, "You guys only know how to bully me! Now, you're even bullying my team!"

As she spoke, a mist appeared in front of her eyes and tears fell like pearls from a broken string.

"Yuan Yuan, three-second cries are only suitable for film directors. I'm a reality show director. No matter how hard I cry, it's useless~"

The director took a sip of tea calmly and said with a smile.

Yuan Yuan wanted to argue, but was stopped by Chi Qinghe.

"It's okay, it's all the same."

He pulled out the cap of his oil pen, raised his chin slightly, and looked at Gong Huasui who was standing three steps away.

"It's time to start."

After saying that, he looked away lightly and waited quietly for questions.

Gong Huasui's eyelids tightened, and his throat rolled before he uttered a sound with difficulty.

"How do you view cheating?"

Chi Qinghe suddenly clenched the tip of his pen, his wrist stiffened on the writing board, and he was unable to move.

Cheating...

This question was probably not arranged by the program team, but was something Gong Huasui wanted to ask him under the guise of the program.

How do you view cheating?

Cheating...

So, that's what he meant.

five years.

It is indeed enough to forget a person and start a new relationship.

He seemed to show up at the wrong time.

He only picked up his pen and casually drew a cross when he heard the countdown of three, two, one.

The answering time is over.

Compared with Chi Qing and the concise layout, Wenson seems particularly serious.

Ten seconds, not a single second was wasted. After learning how to say no, I leisurely listed the reasons one by one.

Yuan Yuan's mouth formed an O shape in surprise as he read out the lines one by one.

"One, mild mysophobia, unable to accept complicated physical relationships."

"Second, for family reasons, I look forward to a complete and happy family structure."

"Third, they have a rational character and strong moral values, and are incapable of doing anything that goes against their principles."

"Fourth, although I've been very popular since I was a child, my emotional life has been monotonous..."

Due to time constraints, Vinson was unable to continue writing the following content, but each item confirmed the unusual relationship between the two.

Gong Huasui exerted force with his hands and crumpled the thick stack of question cards into a ball.

"Director, I think this question deserves four extra points. We wrote down four answers!"

Yuan Yuan pointed at Wenson's answer sheet and shouted.

The director smiled and said, "Rejected."

Yuan Yuan: "..."

The questions continued.

I just changed the cards. Compared with the sharp first question, the following questions seemed dull.

“Who gets up first in the morning?”

Chi Qinghe: Wenson.

“Who is responsible for three meals a day?”

Chi Qinghe: Ask.

“Who washes the dishes?”

Chi Qinghe: W.

"Who irons the clothes?"

Chi Qinghe: W.

"Who is usually more proactive?"

Chi Qinghe: W.

The more he asked, the more detailed it became, all about the trivial matters that Vinson took care of him every day. Chi Qinghe simply didn't change his answers.

Every time Gong Huasui asked a question, he would turn it over and show it to the camera.

Wenson also had good tacit understanding. He put down his pen and waited for the question to be finished before turning to the question board.

Yuan Yuan was the closest, and as he looked at Wenson, his fear gradually faded.

He is a fierce devil who fights outside, but when he comes home, he takes care of all the housework and is a versatile househusband.

No one would not love this contrast!

Only such a person can raise a noble young master who has never had to do housework.

She quietly raised her thumbs up and said to Wenson.

"You are so awesome!"

Wenson smiled and said, "It's nothing serious. If you were with him, you definitely wouldn't let him do these things."

"unwilling?"

"Ah."

Wenson rubbed his fingers together without explaining much to her.

Mr. Xiao Chi has suffered a lot in his life.

The first lesson I learned growing up was when my father died in a car accident.

The second lesson is that his mother deliberately set up a trap to leak the will, making him the target of public criticism.

The third lesson is about the overt and covert vendettas by relatives, and the countless times I couldn’t even go to the hospital, hiding in a corner and treating my wounds alone.

The fourth lesson is about being stranded in a foreign country with no clear destination. Within two weeks, you will either starve to death or burn your boats.

Lesson 5: Give up all fantasies about your mother and become the last member of the Chi family.

The sixth lesson is about an increasingly hazy mind, a blurry distinction between reality and fantasy, and endless psychotherapy...

He walked with Mr. Chi step by step, and had seen him at his most embarrassed and helpless, and at his most disgraced and miserable.

So how could I bear to do that?

I don't know when the test was finished, and their results seemed pretty good. The four groups next door had serious expressions, and the smarter ones were already discussing tactics.

After all, for the next dozen or so questions, they didn't even move their pens; they just held the question board the whole time.

The director team seemed to want to stop Gong Huasui, but for some reason, after hesitating for a long time, they gave up the idea.

He returned to Mr. Xiao Chi.

The young man was still sitting in the chair, his eyes blank, staring at the ripples on the river surface without moving.

He squatted down and said patiently, "You must be tired. I'll take you to rest."

Chi Qinghe's eyelashes trembled, and she took a long time to react before she said "hmm" very softly.

The couple questions from the next group seemed to be very exciting. The screaming and cheering over there never stopped, and it was very lively.

Wenson took the initiative to hold Chi Qinghe's hand and said to Yuan Yuan.

"We probably won't be needed later, so I'll take my leave now."

Yuan Yuan stopped them and asked anxiously, "What about the prize money? If I win, how should I give it to you?"

"You don't have to give it to us. Just doing a favor."

Wenson nodded to her, then quietly left the noisy place with Chi Qinghe.

There is no trace when you come, and there is no trace when you go.

Wenson took Chi Qinghe along the river, and gradually, there were fewer people.

"Mr. Xiao Chi."

Got no response.

Wenson's face was serious and he called out again.

"Mr. Xiao Chi."

The only answer he got was the sound of the wind.

He reached into his pocket, felt for the packet of pills and pulled it out.

At this time, there happened to be a narrow alley next to him that was only wide enough for two people to pass through, and he went in without hesitation.

He gently straightened the man, leaned him against the wall, took out the medicine from the bag, pinched Chi Qinghe's chin and pushed it in.

The pill tasted bitter, and Chi Qinghe subconsciously wanted to spit it out. Wenson quickly covered his lips with his hands.

"Boss Xiao Chi, let's take the medicine obediently, and we'll be fine after that."

The sudden changes in the outside world brought him back to reality, and with the backlash of emotions, tears began to flow uncontrollably from the corners of Chi Qinghe's eyes. One by one, they slid down his cheeks, sticky and slippery, and Vinson could hardly cover his eyes.

He knew it was very uncomfortable, and he couldn't bear to face the embarrassed and out-of-control Mr. Chi, so he could only turn his head away, his lips trembling, and say sorry over and over again.

Unable to hold on any longer, his back pressed against the wall and he slid to the bottom. The bitter pill was completely cut in his mouth, his Adam's apple rolled, and the whole pill slid into his stomach. Only then did Vinson let go of his hand.

He knelt on the ground and wiped the tears from the young man's face with the gentlest force.

"Boss Chi, you always fail to take care of yourself. How can I feel at ease with you..."