Chapter 10

It's autumn now, and Inner Mongolia is a bit cold, but the grass on the grassland is still green. I didn't forget to bring my camera in the field this time.

He has always liked the grassland, the boundless open green, so that the soul is free. He also likes the simple and simple life here. The sheep walk slowly with the peculiar smell of mutton. Facing the camera, Yuanye smiles mildly: "I also told Mr. Fang before that we will come to the grassland to provide for the elderly when we are old, and eat meat and drink every day to watch the sunset."

Lin Tian passed by him and answered with a smile: "what does Mr. Fang say?"

Yuan Ye looked at Fang Shaoyi not far behind him and said with a smile, "teacher Fang said that he could live with me here, but he could not drink and eat meat with me every day. Mr. Fang's idol is heavily burdened and can't let himself become a fat old man. "

Lin Tian said, "if I can't do it, I'll grow old, but I still have to be beautiful when I'm old."

Yuanye nodded, put his hands in his coat pocket, sucked his nose and said, "well, Mr. Fang will grow from a little handsome to an old man."

Fang Shaoyi came over and said, "I remember the last time you said I was old?"

"No, nothing." Wilderness patted his arm and said with a smile, "you are handsome and young."

Last night Fang Shaoyi's words made him unable to sleep for half a night. He couldn't take it, and there was no need to. What they said between them was meaningless, and now, it is meaningless to say anything, and it is boring to talk too much.

Today, with the camera in front of and behind the camera, the unspeakable embarrassment and depression between the two people finally subsided, so that they could speak more naturally in front of the camera. At noon, they had a dun Meng meal, which was almost full of meat. Yuan Ye only remembered that the bowl of yogurt was very delicious. Only Yuanye and Chen Ruo, the rich husband, eat much at the whole table. They never finish eating when others talk.

Fang Shaoyi later gave his own bowl of yogurt to Yuan Ye. Yuan ye turned his head and asked him in a low voice: "uncomfortable? Why don't you eat? "

Fang Shaoyi pressed his ear and said, "it's too tired. I don't have any appetite."

He still has a bad cold. When he talks, his breath on the field's ears is hot. Such small movements in the crowd are very intimate. The heart of Yuanye is heated by Fang Shaoyi's breath.

Yuan Ye pushed the yogurt to him: "drink this, it's good to drink."

Fang Shaoyi shook his head and didn't want to drink.

So Yuan Ye drank the bowl, wiped his mouth and left the table quietly.

It took him about twenty minutes to come back. Before he came back, he thought that other people had to finish eating. Who knows they were so grinding that they had lunch for forty minutes and it was not finished. The field has come in with the curtain lifted, and it is not easy to turn out again. Lin Tian asked him, "why did you go there?"

Harano sat back to his own place and said, "Mr. Fang can't eat so much meat. The director wants him to lose weight. I cook him a bowl of noodles."

He doesn't talk about Fang Shaoyi's cold. When he finishes editing, he must do an article again. Now these people around him have to ask. He may even ask one question at a time. In front of the camera, he has to keep in mind all the time and take care of him everywhere. He didn't like that. He knew Fang Shaoyi didn't like it. Fang Shaoyi, no matter injured or ill, never said that he didn't like to be paid too much attention to. He was used to being strong and didn't like to be a weak person, and he never put himself in the weak status.

When the photography teacher wanted to take a close-up of that bowl of noodles, Hara laughed and held it back: "I don't want to shoot this poor craft. He can eat the noodles I cook."

Yuan Ye pushes the bowl over. Fang Shaoyi has been looking at his face since he came in, and is still looking at it now. The field whispered to him, "just put some diced meat, eat it."

Fang Shaoyi lowered his sight and lowered his voice to a very low level. He said, "thank you."

Harano was stunned. After a while, he laughed, shook his head and said, "what do you say to me?"

After dinner, they went back to the tent to rest. Fang Shaoyi went back to sleep, but the field did not return. He asked the local people to borrow horses.

The little director didn't dare to let him ride away by himself. If something happened, she couldn't bear the responsibility. Harano repeatedly promised not to fall, and wrote her a disclaimer, then waved his hand and left. After a period of photography, he couldn't keep up with him. Harada said to them, "I'll be back in half an hour. If I don't take this film, I'll sleep."

How can the wilderness ride a horse and fall? He has been playing with ponies since he was a child. When he was a child, there were not so many cars in the street. At that time, his grandparents had to drive a carriage when they went to the county. His grandfather drove the carriage behind him, and the field took a seat on the saddle. The child was not big. He sat tall and dignified. The field touched the horse's neck and said, "king, take me around?"

The horse wagged its tail, and its beautiful big eyes did not blink.

"Let's run around and blow the wind," he said

With a horse's reins in one hand and a whip in the other, he folded it up and gently tapped his flattery. He whispered in his mouth. He rode a big red horse, speed up a little bit, and finally completely let go, galloping on the grassland.Wilderness looked at the sky with a smile, then closed his eyes and felt the wind blowing on his face. This is his nature. He yearns for these things and likes them. Those intriguing and obscure thoughts in his heart were scattered by the wind so much that he and his horse were crazy enough. When they rode back, they all had a little smile on their faces.

Fang Shaoyi is standing in front of the tent talking with the little director. The field pulls the reins and speeds up and slowly walks towards them. Fang Shaoyi said to the director, "you see, I said he would be OK. If he wants to play, let him play. He knows what he wants."

The little director couldn't cry or laugh: "teacher Fang, dare we dare not? What's the situation? The leader can't kill me."

Yuan Ye is still on his horse. Fang Shaoyi looks at him and his eyes are stained with a soft light. He shook his head: "why don't you think, even I can rest assured of things, others have nothing to worry about."

The little director didn't understand, then he laughed and said, "yes, you are the one who knows the most."

The more she thought about it, the more she regretted that she should not have let him ride out on his own. It's easy to say anything if there's nothing wrong. She's the first one to be held accountable if something goes wrong. It's a big thing to break a piece of Pina. Later, I couldn't sit still. I went to find Fang Shaoyi and asked if I could call the original teacher back. Fang Shaoyi is not in a hurry to make her feel at ease. In fact, if you think about it now, it's true that the master's eyes have not blinked, and no one can worry more about it. Fang Shaoyi doesn't worry. That should be really unnecessary.

The field sat on his horse, looked down at them, and asked, "what bad things have you said about me?"

The little director spat out his tongue: "I'm afraid you can't come back because you're too worried."

Yuan Ye laughed, touched the horse's neck again, and said, "the horses here were originally raised by the owner's family. They are very obedient. The horse we used to raise is much more difficult to clean up than it is. Ask Mr. Fang how long I have trained the horse. "

Fang Shaoyi made a noise and touched the mane of the horse in the field. He scraped it with the back of his hand and said, "my horse is always very disobedient."

Wilderness looked at him, then pursed his lips and jumped off the horse. He took the horse and sent it back. The little director said to him, "we're going to start recording the original teacher! Stop running

The field led the horse, didn't look back, just raised his hand and gently waved.

The slot of that afternoon's program was too full. Although wilderness was speechless, the program still had to be recorded well. It's the same thing. I'll record it as well as I can.

The program team asked a group of them to wear aseptic clothes, detoxify from head to toe, and then entered the cattle farm. After visiting back and forth, the key point finally came. Each group had to pick their own cows and who could live in an air-conditioned tent within the specified time. Just a deluxe room with bath and air conditioning.

This is really a wild knowledge blind area. It is no longer a wild monkey territory. When he was a child, although his grandfather's family also raised cattle, they were not cows. How could he have done milking.

The two girls just boast that this is beautiful and the other is cute. Another group of Chi Xing and Cheng Zhen are quite similar to each other. They are studying which one to choose.

Yuan Ye and Fang Shao said: "a brother, you stand, you are the film emperor, put the film emperor's airs can not collapse."

He turned to the photographer and said, "come on, record me."

Field pursed buttocks bent down to study, which looks big, which looks like more milk, which temper can squeeze out more.

"This one looks too thin. It seems that it doesn't work well when you look at it..." Yuan Ye has been bending down, his face is congested, his nose is stuffy, and his voice is stuffy: "I'm so dependent on an old man in his thirties. I'm lying here to study this, huh? Is this suitable? "

Chi Xing was not happy beside him and said to him, "brother Yuanye, have you chosen?"

The field looked at him: "what are you doing?"

Chi Xing said, "I think you are most serious. Do you have any alternatives? When you're done, we'll ask you to choose the one. "

"It's easy for you," he said with a smile

This program is intended to make fun of them. It is deliberately recorded like this. After the cattle have been picked out, they have to be prepared. They have to disinfect and wipe the key parts, and then massage them. Along with the technical guidance, I told you how to knead and what direction.

All knead well, technical guidance in the side of the field teaching, tell them what position to squat, how to use the strength of their hands. The field squatted on the side of the cow, grasped one of them, milked according to the technician's instructions and strength: "I'm folding you today, so you can mess with me."

Shao Shao looks at him on the other side and doesn't work well. Field side of the crowd while mumbling, do not know what to say, this picture is too happy, the little director in the side have been happy to cover his mouth.

"Yes, you laugh. I'll see when I can squeeze out a bucket. If you're cold at night, I'll see if you still smile." Yuan Ye looked at Fang Shao one by one.

Fang Shaoyi still laughs. Yuanye hasn't seen him smile so much this time. "OK, you laugh, I'll make you happy," he said

The movement of Yuan Ye's hands is loose and tight, and the white milk is stained on the slender and beautiful fingers of the field. Fang Shao looks at his hand, smiles and smiles, and his eyes gradually deepen.The field glanced at him, curled up the corners of his mouth and chuckled.

From an angle that the camera couldn't capture, Harada's thumb scraped slowly and deliberately, and two drops of white milk were stained on his fingertips. When he milked, his hands deliberately circled, which was quite normal, and he had to bring the smell of waves and swings. He and Fang Shaoyi in the dark line of sight collision, wild eyes a pick, eye tail threw a small hook.

Fang Shao said a word to him. He didn't make a sound. He only had the form of his mouth, but the wilderness understood it instantly.

Others see him as milking and milking, and suddenly he starts to laugh on the floor, which makes his eyes disappear.

Fang Shaoyi stood up and didn't mess with him. He went to see the progress of others.

Yuan Ye sits on the ground and laughs. He can't and doesn't work. If he doesn't work, they won't have air conditioning at night. Mr. Fang still has a cold. Don't freeze. Besides, if he should feel bad and feel bad, he would have to stay up for half a night.

Yuan Ye shakes his head and remembers what Fang Shaoyi said to him in the dark just now. He still wants to laugh. Miss Fang is so cute sometimes.

Just now, his eyes were dark, his face was clear and helpless, but he also pretended to be calm and gave him a light shake -

-- why are you so coquettish.

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