I'm not going to be the kid in the story of a husband abandoning his daughter.

The program's follow-up shooting includes stopping recording of equipment at other angles.

Only the cameras in each house were left to quietly film the guests' lunch break.

Yan Yue laid her head on Yan Qiujin's shoulder, yawned, and whispered in her ear: "Mom, that sister is so bad."

When she said this, Yan Qiujin had already entered the bedroom. The mother and daughter lived together.

Yan Qiujin picked the wheat, carried her to the bathroom, handed her a toothbrush with toothpaste squeezed on it, and then slowly said, "Yueyue, do you like Sister Xiaoci?"

Yan Yue spoke clearly: "I like it, I like it very much."

She deliberately raised her voice, how could Yan Qiujin not know that she truly regarded Kyocera as her sister.

"Then Sister Xiaoci is Yueyue's good friend. You can eat and play together on the show, and you can also get together privately."

Yan Yue brushed her teeth in front of the mirror and said "hmm" vaguely, but did not give a clear answer to her question.

at the same time.

After being stuck in traffic for nearly an hour, the tour guide and others finally got back.

The director team rented a small, self-built villa. In the observation room on the second floor, there were several split-screen shots facing each other directly. Assistant Director Lou was leaning against the door smoking.

Seeing the guide's car parked downstairs, he took a last puff, stomped out the cigarette butt and went downstairs.

When he got downstairs, Director Lu had already gotten out of the car and was listening to what Deputy Director Du was saying with a slightly frown on his face.

"A lot of people have come to Xianhua Town recently, so traffic jams are normal. I guess it's because of the development project..."

"Director Lu." Deputy Director Lou stepped forward to interrupt, ignoring Deputy Director Du standing beside him, with no intention of greeting him at all.

Director Lu glanced at him indifferently, without stopping his pace as he walked upstairs, his cold eyes half-closed: "Who offended the little princess of the Jing family?"

"It's like this, the matter itself is not a big deal..." Assistant Director Lou directly grabbed the seat next to him.

Deputy Director Du, who was one step behind, smiled indifferently. It was no secret that they were not getting along anyway, and it was already good enough that they could stay in the same variety show peacefully.

^

Here, Gu Mo washed a plate of seasonal fruits for Jingci, "Xiaoci, can I come in?"

The door was closed, but she knocked twice anyway.

Kyocera was working on the homework assigned by the teacher. Without looking up, he replied, "Okay."

Gu Mo walked behind her and put a plate of fruit on the table, avoiding the neatly arranged homework books.

There are quite a lot of homework assignments for fourth graders. In Chinese, they not only have to copy poems, but also write a 500-word composition and recite a series of ancient Chinese texts.

Kyocera is now writing an essay with the title "My... is very..."

It’s not difficult.

The handwriting is also beautiful, with very neat regular script, which is the teacher's favorite handwriting.

It's just that she writes slowly and occasionally has to stop to think for a while.

Kyocera thought for a long time about how to write an elementary school composition. After finally finishing 500 words, Gu Mo behind him remained silent.

She put down her pen and turned back, and the other person stepped back as if frightened.

Putting his hands behind his back, Gu Mo smiled awkwardly: "What's wrong?"

"..." Kyocera put on the pen cap. His hair was messy after taking off the flower cap. His eyebrows were drooping, and he looked very well-behaved: "Auntie Gu, I want to go out for a walk."

Gu Mo originally wanted to say, "Do you want to take a nap? I'll tell you a story," but had to hold it back and nodded slightly: "Okay, I'll accompany you?"

"Uncle Fu can accompany me," she thought for a moment, then added, "Just take a walk around here. I'm not sleepy yet, and it would be boring to stay here."

Gu Mo nodded with some regret: "Then I will make you a cake."

Driver Fu was already waiting outside with his schoolbag on his back, looking very impatient.

After seeing Kyocera out of the room, Gu Mo took her hands out of her back and looked at the cartoon cover of the fairy tale book with a smile on her lips.

One day I will tell you a story about how cute my soft and sweet daughter is.

Gu Mo changed back to the cake teaching book and went to the kitchen, completely forgetting how Kyocera intimidated everyone at noon and had a built-in filter effect.

On the other side, Driver Fu had greeted the director team in advance and no one disturbed him.

Kyocera raised his hand slightly and he handed over a baseball cap.

The girl casually put on her hat, pulled the brim down very low, and carefully zipped up her sun-protective jacket, so that the collar covered a little of her fair chin.

Only after they had completely left the filming area did driver Fu take her into another small road.

"Miss," he lowered his voice slightly, "I heard from the villagers that her name is Hu Meng, and she is a talented painter."

Driver Fu didn't know much, so he just asked a few people in the village and memorized the roads there.

Kyocera just remembered to take off her hairpin, but when she heard this, her hand stopped for two seconds and asked, "Genius painter?"

"Yes," Driver Fu said based on the villagers' description. "She lives with her grandparents. She's not from here. She only moved here two years ago."

"In the past two years, she hardly left the house. Occasionally, she would go up the mountain and paint somewhere. The villagers all said that her paintings were very good."

Without any teacher or schooling, he could create such a painting. He must be a genius painter.

There is just one thing, Hu Meng is a quiet person and treats everyone equally. Even to her grandparents, she would just nod when she saw them.

That's right, just a nod, not even a hint of a smile.

Driver Fu wasn't sure if it was just gossip.

The graffiti wall was already visible in front of him. Kyocera gathered his thoughts and said, "Uncle Fu, wait here for me. You don't have to follow me."

"..."

Driver Fu stopped and felt cold. He leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette.

^

Unlike the oil paintings you see when you enter the village, most of the paintings inside are graffiti. Various colors collide with each other, but they are not inconsistent. Instead, they have a unique beauty.

Each painting seems to contain a story, told by the owner of the painting.

Most people really can’t understand it.

Kyocera held his hat down and stood beside the girl painting, watching quietly without saying a word.

Hu Meng was still wearing the same clothes, a pure black casual jacket. She didn't seem to feel the heat. She lowered her head to mix the paint, and her shoulder-length hair slid to the side of her face.

She held a tool similar to a small brush in her hand, and when she looked up, the deadness in her eyes regained a hint of vitality, like bright stars.

The green adds color to the stone wall, right up to the green leaves in the middle.

Kyocera tilted his head slightly, and the white pine trees that covered the entire wall were reflected in his dark eyes.

The paint on the wall was not pigment, but more like an odorless unknown paint.

An unknown amount of time had passed before Hu Meng finished her work on Baipisong. She squatted down and picked up the painting tools on the ground.

The black long sleeves occasionally revealed the thin wrists, which were very white, with faint blue veins reflected under the thin skin.

On the skin that was almost white and transparent, there were two scars with no visible ends.

Very deep and hideous.

^

Probably a little.

On a quiet path, a girl with an elegant and calm temperament walked slowly towards him.

"Miss."

Driver Fu put out the second cigarette butt, wrapped it in a tissue and stuffed it into his trouser pocket.

Kyocera put the hairpin back on, took off his baseball cap and handed it to driver Fu.

ponder for a moment.

"Uncle Fu, a half-inch scar..."