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The program team met at the airport, and Meng Yu came to see Meng Yue off. When they saw several other artists in the program team, they ran up to say hello warmly.

Especially when seeing Poplar, he grinned up to his ears: "I heard you have nothing to film recently?"

Poplar smiled.

"Great," Meng Yu said, "My script is almost finished, when will you have time to read it for me?"

Populus's mind flashed the image of Meng Yu crouching in the corner writing a script in the performing arts training class, and laughed: "Okay."

They are all young people, and it is easy to chat together. There is still some time before boarding the plane, so everyone looks for a place to sit in twos and threes.

In order to express the "real" part of the reality show, the crew did not arrange a VIP room, and the good-looking young men and women were photographed by the camera, which easily attracted the attention of tourists.

After a while, some passengers were the first to recognize Meng Yue and tentatively stepped forward to ask for an autograph.

Meng Yue politely refused, saying that he was at work and that he could contact his agent if he wanted an autographed photo.

Zhong Xinyang was also recognized afterward, and the journey became a little strange.

The planning teacher helped to explain to the tourists that they will be shooting a reality show again, and then turned around to discuss the future itinerary with the crew.

After boarding the plane, Pu Li, Zhong Xinyang, and Fei Yiming sat in a row. After the camera equipment was turned off, they immediately returned to their previous state.

Pu Li sat between the two of them and asked Fei Yiming: "Why are you so quiet, didn't you call 'Yangyang, Yangyang' just now very affectionately?"

Zhong Xinyang curled his lips and gave Fei Yiming a blank look.In fact, he has never been able to understand what Fei Yiming always dislikes about himself.But since the other party showed dislike for him, he also felt that there was no need to try to please the other party.

"The two of you changed roles very quickly. You were chatting and laughing in the car just now." Pu Li smiled, lowered his hands, and patted on the side.

Zhong Xinyang looked at the blue-gray runway outside the window and dismissed it.

Fei Yiming turned his head to look at Meng Yue on the other side, and turned to talk to him.

The group landed relatively quietly, took a bus from the provincial capital to a county-level city, and then changed into an SUV that was more suitable for mountain roads, and drove to the mountain in a group of four.

The further you drive into the mountains, the more difficult the road becomes.

Pu Li, Zhong Xinyang, and Fei Yiming took a car with a cameraman.The driver is used to running on this kind of mountain road, and he naturally followed the car up and down, and half-jokingly said to everyone: "Do you know how to ride a horse most comfortably? Relax and shake up and down with the horse. Sit in my car , It’s the same, it’s not so uncomfortable for you to shake with the car. This is a gift item from our team, the roller coaster.”

Populus laughed. In the car, except for the big cameraman who was holding the camera equipment firmly, Zhong Xinyang and Fei Yiming covered their mouths, as if they were about to spit it out at any time.

"Is it uncomfortable, do you want to vomit?" After Pu Li asked Fei Yiming, he asked Zhong Xinyang again.

The driver brother became flustered after hearing this: "This road is very slippery, don't dare to stop casually, you have to hold back if you want to vomit, and don't vomit in the car."

Zhong Xinyang felt very uncomfortable, he leaned his head on Poplar's body and gasped for breath.

Fei Yiming on the other side was similar, with his head drooping, covering his mouth with one hand and his stomach with the other, warning the driver brother: "Don't talk so much, and I'll really spit in your car!"

The convoy walked through bumpy paths one after another, and stopped at a relatively flat place.It's already eight o'clock in the evening.Twelve hours have passed since departure from Q city in the morning.

The car came to a stop, and the artist and the entourage rushed out of the car almost at the same time, vomiting and dizzy.

After tossing and tossing for a day, Populus also began to feel flustered and short of breath.

Meng Yue came over, had already changed into sportswear and hiking shoes, stepped on a rock and laughed at the three men: "What kind of physique, such a little bump makes me faint like this."

Fei Yiming couldn't care less about fighting against my teammates, and unconsciously wrapped his arms around Zhong Xinyang, causing severe motion sickness.

Zhong Xinyang pushed Fei Yiming away in disgust, turned around and started vomiting again.

The poplar's head also had a dull pain, and his whole body felt uncomfortable.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you guys are too lacking in exercise," Meng Yue shook her head again and again, pulled Populus and said, "Come on, let's go over there and eat something."

When Zhong Xinyang and Fei Yiming heard "eating", their stomachs were full again, and they turned their backs and each vomited.

The convoy rested for a while, and when they went on the road again, everyone was even more exhausted, and they only hoped to reach their destination sooner—the village called "Yuwang".

It was more than an hour of mountain road, shaky, shaking the people in the car to groggy, half asleep and half awake.Populus squinted his eyes and felt that there was light outside the car window, so he opened his eyes to look.

Sure enough, on the mountain road, torches were lit up at different heights.

I can't see the face of the person holding the torch clearly, I just feel a little bit of peace of mind and warmth when I came home late when I was a child and saw the lights at home were still on.

"Someone is waiting!" Pusher muttered to himself.

The camera brother was also too tired to hold on, and he lazily opened his eyes when he heard the voice of Pu Li: "Start work and start work."

Then, he asked the driver to stop the car, and jumped out of the car with the equipment on his shoulders.

Poplar pushed Zhong Xinyang and Fei Yiming up to let them watch.

As the torch got closer and closer, the person holding the torch gradually became more colorful.

"People in this place believe in ghosts, gods and witchcraft," the driver laughed. "People who come home late have to light the torches, which means to burn all the evil spirits on their bodies."

Fei Yiming and Zhong Xinyang woke up, not knowing whether it was true or not, and felt that the torch welcome ceremony was probably arranged by the crew long ago, and it was similar to filming.

But Populus found it interesting to hear what the driver said, so he quickly turned on his phone to check the folk customs.

The driver saw Populus swiping his cell phone in the rear-view mirror, and laughed again: "When you get to this place, you still want to use your cell phone, naive!"

Sure enough, Populus saw that the signal on the mobile phone was getting weaker and weaker.

Passing through dozens of torches, they opened the car windows and waved to fellow villagers outside.The villagers began to sing, in their own language, the tune was up and down, and they didn't know what they were singing.

The car stopped, and it was parked on the only flat place in the whole village. There were two cars behind that had no place to park, so they parked on the road. Anyway, there were no cars here except motorcycles and agricultural vehicles.

The planning teacher got out of the car, and the director directed the camera to chase the four artists.The entertainers got off the car, and the air in the mountains was not as fresh as imagined by the torches.

An old lady about half a century old sang folk songs, and several little girls held porcelain bowls and poured rice wine for the guests they had been looking forward to for many days.

"Welcome, welcome!" The village party secretary in a turban came over.

Populus recalled the script he had read before, and there was a brief welcome ceremony.It's just that he kind of forgot how to cooperate with those written to him, and at the same time, he was sure that Zhong Xinyang and Fei Yiming had completely forgotten these too.

They are not in any mood at the moment, they just want to find a place to have a meal and sleep.

Pusher's hand was held up by a little girl, leading him forward.

Only then did they realize that most of the people holding the torches were children.They came up in a line, piled the torches in their hands on the open space in the middle, and then led them one by one, making three circles inside and outside.

All the guests, except the camera buddies, were held by the children and became part of the big circle.

Someone began to sing, more people joined, and they began to dance around the torches.

Populus was already in a daze, and when he followed the children to the other side, he looked at the way he had come.The road was so black, like a crack with a hideous face.

The welcoming ceremony is finally over, and the camera follows the four entertainers as they draw lots to decide where they want to live.

It turned out that Meng Yue lived in the home of a grandmother, the one who sang folk songs to welcome them.She lives in the middle of the village with her grandson and granddaughter.

Fei Yiming lives in a family of four, which is rare in a village.It was only after Zhong Xinyang arrived that he realized that the reason why the host did not go out to work like other people in Murakami was because he had injured his leg when he was working as a construction worker a few years ago and became disabled.

Zhong Xinyang was arranged to live in a grandfather's house.The old man is the oldest person in the village. No one remembers his age. It is said that he is over a hundred years old.Nowadays, when there are conflicts between neighbors in the village, they will go to his house to seek solutions.

But Poplar went the furthest, so far that he thought he was about to leave the village.

Under the leadership of the village party secretary, he approached a place surrounded by low stone walls.

"This is the elementary school?" Populus noticed something, and walked faster, the suitcase bumped on the uneven road, like a burden.

"Well," said the village party secretary, who, like them, was an outsider despite wearing a national turban, speaking standard Mandarin, "The dormitory conditions are poor, and our own teachers don't want to live there. You have to be patient."

Populus laughed, a little unimaginable how simple it could be.

"Although the houses are all new, the concrete walls have not been scraped white, and it is a bit far to go to the toilet." The village party secretary opened the school door with the key he carried with him, and then walked in with the poplar.

In the dark night, I couldn't see clearly. Following the flashlight of the village party secretary, Pu Li realized that this elementary school might not be as big as Mu Chi's villa.

They arrived at the door of the dormitory, a cold and empty room, turned on the light, and the 15-watt bulb was very dim.

"That's it, the conditions are indeed difficult, but it's also our real situation," the village party secretary turned his back and said to Pope in a low voice, "All the bedding is brought from my house, washed clean, and you can tell me if you need anything else." Me, it’s just that I don’t know if I can do it, haha.”

Pu Li felt that the village party secretary was a very real big brother, so he also laughed, because he knew about the difficult conditions before he came.

He said, "No, it's fine."

The other artists went to rest at the fellow's house, so naturally the fellow entertained them for a supper.Populus was alone in the cold dormitory with the big cameraman, his eyes wide open, his stomach growling with hunger, and he remembered that he hadn't asked the village party secretary for food.

Populus opened the suitcase, thinking that it would be inconvenient to change clothes here, so he deliberately brought a few more sets, which now seems too naive.Wearing those flashy clothes will only make him feel special and uncomfortable, he might as well wear sportswear like Meng Yue.

He rummaged through it again, and finally found two crushed and deformed chocolates under the box.He gave a piece to the camera, and the camera took it with a smile.

Populus cell phone rang, which made him very different.In the car before, I saw the signal disappearing little by little.

He took out his cell phone to look, and it turned out to be Mu Chi calling.

Poplar went out to pick him up.The temperature difference between day and night in the mountains was large, and without the previous atmosphere, in the empty school playground, Populus felt suddenly much colder.

He shivered and answered the phone, Mu Chi's voice was full of concern.

Mu Chi asked him: "Is it there yet?"

Populus said: "Here we are."

"How's it going there?" Mu Chi asked him, "Is everything good for food and shelter?"

Pu Li confessed: "Not good, not good at all, Brother Xiaochi, I miss you so much."

"Huh?" Mu Chi laughed, and couldn't hear the words clearly.

Pushing open the phone to check, the phone is still on, but Mu Chi's voice cannot be heard.After struggling for a while, I realized that the signal was gone again.