President six and a half years old

The filming schedule of "One Season" is not too secretive. There are too many guests in this episode. Fans from all walks of life are squatting at the airport in City Y, and there are not a few fans who follow the plane.City Y, which is so full of autumn wind, is bustling with noise due to the influx of foreign visitors.

The cold wind swept away the warmth of the person, Yan Ye retracted his hands into his sleeves, glanced to the end of his eyes, and snorted softly.

Then you will regret it.

City Y had already entered the night, and the two of them were packed by the staff inside and outside, carrying their luggage and sent directly to the big villa in the newly developed scenic spot in City Y.The logo of the program group was clearly hung at the entrance, and a cordon was drawn outside the scenic area.Yan Ye took a rough look. Except for the weather in City Y which caught him off guard, the rest of the towns, characteristic towns and convenience supermarkets are very good.

Yan Ye went into hibernation early, and fell asleep whenever he got the chance. He didn't even have a vague impression of when the car of the program group was changed and when the camera was installed.The introductory speech that was agreed to be broadcast did not skip a single word.

Yan Ye's discomfort was visible to the naked eye, and the staff didn't dare to wake him up, they just looked back from time to time and the two in the back seat sighed secretly.One of them was sitting upright and the other was sleeping in the dark.Qiu Ming propped his head, his back was straight, not in a very relaxed state.He has been looking out the window, leaving a quiet profile for the camera.

Yan Ye said that he was not often able to play with his mobile phone on the show, but he didn't say what he could do if he didn't play with his mobile phone, so Qiu Ming just went into a daze on his own.

The staff acted as the driver and couldn't watch it any longer, so he had nothing to say: "Is it Mingming's first time participating in the recording of a reality show?"

The driver looked like a simple and honest uncle, who was easy to make people feel friendly. He also said that he could be called Uncle Jia, and he might come to pick them up for the next week.

Qiu Ming gradually withdrew his gaze and hummed.After all, he is not very old, and he looks a little cute when he talks less, which is very confusing.

The staff member of the co-pilot felt sorry for him, and asked for something to say: "Xiaoye looks very tired, is he sick?"

"..." Qiu Ming paused, and out of the corner of his eye Yan Ye was sleeping soundly, paralyzed by the window.

Qiu Ming remembered that just now Lin Gaoshan personally raised the issue of Yan Ye's disease with the program crew.

Did we have to re-introduce it when recording the show?

Maybe it was because he hesitated too directly, the staff smiled skillfully and changed his words: "Xiaoye looks so good after being ill."

Qiu Ming adjusted his sitting posture uncomfortably, moved a little closer to Yan Ye intentionally or unintentionally, and said, "Xiao Ye has always been very good..."

He frowned slightly as he spoke, probably feeling that it was not appropriate to use this word to describe Yan Ye.This time, without waiting for the staff to pick the topic, Qiu Ming continued on his own: "Xiao Ye is very mature."

This sentence was a little strong, which made the two people in the front seat stunned.The staff member smiled and asked, "Does Mingming like Ono very much?"

nonsense.

Qiu Ming held the cute hat reservedly: "I like it very much."

He subconsciously glanced at Yan Ye and was stunned.This brother actually woke up.

"...Our company likes him very much."

After it was over, the more he talked, the more embarrassing he became, Qiu Ming couldn't bear it anymore.

"..." Yan Ye's deep eyes quietly looked at the camera, and half a second later he gave up the idea of ​​pretending to be asleep.The staff didn't expect him to wake up so coincidentally, and couldn't help laughing when they saw Qiu Ming awkwardly turning his head to look out the window in the rearview mirror.

The car drove into the small town, and the road surface had obvious ups and downs.The mountain wind came in through the window, making it cool and comfortable.Qiu Ming subconsciously grinded his ears, and when the wind dissipated the heat from his ears, he suddenly remembered that Yan Ye was still catching a cold, and quickly closed the window again.He turned to look at Yan Ye.

Yan Ye was tightly wrapped up, with a cotton cap, mask, autumn coat, hands in his pockets, leaning against the window like a boneless person, only showing a pair of loose and sleepy eyes.

It looked like it shouldn't be too cold, but just in case, Qiu Ming said, "Uncle Jia, please close the window over there."

over there is over there?Yan Ye narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced at the lens of the glasses, but did not say anything.

The driver put them down outside the small road at the entrance of the villa, and the eldest brother who was carrying the camera followed.

Yan Ye and Qiu Ming stood in the wind with two large suitcases and calmed down for a while.Qiu Ming lowered his eyes to look at the other microphones on his collar, then glanced at the cameramen around him, and his voice softened a lot: "Is it still uncomfortable?"

Yan Ye pulled off his mask and shook his head.

Qiu Ming took the initiative to pull the two suitcases, raised his chin slightly, and let Yan Ye walk in front.

Yan Ye glanced at him, put his hand on his and hooked it slightly, and came over with a suitcase by himself, and then walked to the front.The voice from the mask was low and hoarse with a cold: "Let's go."

The villa has two floors, next to the mountain and connected with trees, like a tree hole made in the forest, deep and quiet.The time for the guests to come is different. One batch will come tonight, and another batch will come tomorrow morning, and it will be almost ready.It was already dark when we got off the plane, and it took another hour to get here from the airport, so it was past midnight when Yan Ye and the others arrived.

There is a wooden sign with the words "Happy Home" written in chalk on the door, which makes people laugh and cry.

Yan Ye and Qiu Ming didn't make much noise when they entered the door, but they still attracted the three people at the bar all at once.

As soon as Qiu Ming pulled the box in, a tornado blew in front of him, sweeping Yan Ye away directly, and he couldn't hold back his expression after carrying it all the way.

"Brother is looking forward to you!"

"I've grown a lot taller, not bad, Xiaoye."

"Didn't you say you got off the plane at seven? Delayed?"

"Still wearing a mask, are you sick?"

Yan Ye pinched Lin Zifei's wrist with his backhand, exerting force to make him relieve his strength, stepped back a little later and pushed the suitcase in his hand, his eyes slightly curved: "Brother Zifei, I haven't seen you for a long time, since Brother Zifei is here, Doesn't my sick number need to be busy?"

The heating was turned on in the room, and Lin Zifei had just entered the [-]th level, so his appearance didn't change much.Two women came slowly behind him, one was Su Qin from "The Seventh Dwarf", and the other was a bit more unfamiliar, the female director Dai Yun who had already stepped into the altar.

Dai Yun was in her early forties and had an outstanding temperament. She walked a few steps from the bar with a striking aura, and looked a little serious.Su Qin put on a ball head, looking more delicate than two years ago.

During the recording of that variety show, because of Luo Wei's interruption, the guests at the same time were a little bit embarrassed. Su Qin didn't know Yan Ye very well at first, and basically didn't interact with Yan Ye after that time.

Yan Ye greeted her with a smile, and Su Qin also smiled: "Hey, yes, Lin Zifei, you carry it up for Xiaoye."

Qiu Ming was guarding the back boredly, when suddenly a familiar hand appeared in front of him and lifted his suitcase along with it.He heard Yan Ye's lazy teasing: "And this."

Lin Zifei took the suitcase awkwardly, and turned his attention to the handsome boy who had been quietly watching him.At first glance, the two had conflicting styles. As early as two years ago, Yan Ye had vowed to imply that the younger brother in his company was much prettier than him.

Before Lin Zifei was unconvinced, Qiu Ming's photo became popular all over the streets and alleys.

As soon as Qiu Ming's gaze met him, he was taken aback for a moment, raised his chin lightly, and said generously, "Hello, I'm Qiu Ming."

"Hello, I'm Lin Zifei." Lin Zifei blinked, wanting to touch Yan Ye.

Several people took turns to say hello.Dai Yun, who was the only elder, led them in first.

Most of the rooms upstairs are three-person or two-person rooms. A total of seven people came tonight, including Yan Ye and Qiu Ming, and two of them have already slept upstairs.

Lin Zifei occupied a double room in advance, and while carrying the boxes upstairs, he said that if he had known Yan Ye and the others came together, he would have occupied the triple room.Then he pushed the two suitcases into another double room with regret on his face.

Two queen beds, very spacious.

Qiu Ming leaned behind the door to watch Lin Zifei move things in, and listened to what Yan Ye was talking to them.Yan Ye didn't say a few words all the way, but he told others after he arrived.

His mind was racing all the way. Occasionally, he listened to Lin Zifei's complaints, and he couldn't help but secretly ridiculed in his heart: Most of them had contracts before coming here, and who didn't know who was coming, so pretending not to know is nothing stupid.It's better to just say that he didn't expect him to follow Yan Ye so closely.

Qiu Ming even thought maliciously, could it be that Lin Zifei said this specifically for him?

Dai Yun and Su Qin followed them up and then went down to continue drinking. Lin Zifei was still inviting them to go for a run together tomorrow morning.

"Brother, there is a patient standing in front of you." Yan Ye was lazy and emphasized in a muffled voice.

Lin Zifei then turned his target to Qiu Ming: "What about my brother?"

"...Why did you run?" Qiu Ming raised his head slowly, and met Shang Lin Zifei's eyes full of joy.

"Okay." Yan Ye coughed and pushed Lin Zifei out: "It's getting late, we should clean up, brother Zifei go to bed early."

Qiu Ming was next to him, silently watching Yan Ye push Lin Zifei out.

The sound of the door being locked was crisp and clear, which was quite reassuring.Yan Ye Suowan went directly to the cameras in the room, and covered them with cloths one by one to make sure nothing was missed.

"..." Qiu Ming looked at him and picked up the wheat: "Can I pick this?"

Just after asking, Yan Ye tore it off and threw it on the TV cabinet.

Ok.

Qiu Ming carefully took off the wheat, looked up at Yan Ye, and found that the man walked up to him at some point, with the cold outside wrapped in the large windbreaker, and hugged him silently.

The boy's gentle hand snorted over his head and patted him on the back comfortingly.Yan Ye didn't know when he took off his mask, strands of hot air brushed Qiu Ming's ears, and he said in a low and hoarse voice, "Don't be afraid."

Don't be afraid of the camera, and don't be afraid of strangers, I am here.

Qiu Ming didn't move, and Yan Ye didn't let him go immediately.Qiu Ming lowered his eyes and thought carefully whether his discomfort after entering the room was really so obvious...although he was a little unaccustomed.

After a long time, Qiu Ming whispered, "I'm not afraid."

Yan Ye hummed, not sure if he took it seriously.

"Can the cameras in the room record sound?"

These words were pronounced clearly, with a hint of familiar tension.Yan Ye let go of him, and retreated a little later: "It's okay to keep your voice down."

"Oh..." Qiu Ming scraped the tip of his nose with his fingers, and his eyelashes seemed to be wet, casting a shadow under his eyelids.

"Huh?" Yan Ye followed his eyelashes, glanced at the tips of his red ears, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Qiu Ming sighed resignedly, his voice held in his throat, Yan Ye struggled to hear clearly.

"...I might be a little jealous."