Chapter 56：

In the next month, after a big man lived next door, the filming of the program team went smoothly and the housing problem was successfully resolved. Although the black fans and the four female stars were a little disappointed, Chu Run's fans clapped and applauded.

In the past, if the celebrities who went to work in the countryside were thirsty, they had to fetch water by themselves and drink it with a kettle. But when Chu Run was thirsty, he immediately had a glass of refreshing juice served.

Chu Run wanted to eat fruit, and immediately delivered a plate of cut fresh fruit. The female artist with her partner was also lucky enough to get a lot of benefits. She took a bite of the fruit and exclaimed, "Oh my God, this cantaloupe is so sweet. Ah, it's the best cantaloupe in my life."

The little assistant popularized science next to him: "This is the famous'Yubari Melon' in Hokkaido, Japan. It must be delicious. One can count it." He shook his fingers, compared a number, and made the female artist smack his tongue. : These wicked rich people really enjoy it. Brother Chu is amazing. She can have fans in such a poor country. She planned to go to the countryside and lose ten pounds, but she didn’t expect to lose weight instead. few.

If it's Chu Run's turn to cook and there are no ingredients, there will be a child carrying a basket, rushing over, taking out various vegetables from the basket, and saying: "Male god, you want this carrot, Or this Chinese cabbage?"

The people who have been exhausted to the ground and bargained with the villagers for a long time before buying vegetables: "..."

If Chu Run took the dishes and started to fry, the child would stand aside again, clapping his hands and applaud: "The male **** is so powerful, he can even master the cooking skills, it's really good!"

Everyone: "..." It was really flattering and unreasonable. They did not get a compliment for their eighteen cooking skills. Chu Run was praised all over the place.

If Chu Run was sent to the county town to sell vegetables, but there was no transportation, the child would pat the back seat of his tractor again, and said domineeringly: "God, get in the car!"

Everyone: "...!!!" They don't envy it at all! !

"When can I have such a caring local fan?" A male artist can hardly hide his envy. Of course, if he is older, he is still a beautiful girl. He only stayed in the mountains for a few days, and his skin was tanned by the strong summer sun. On the other hand, Chu Run was served comfortably, without having to go to work in the ground, and without having to travel a few hours on a mountain road to the county seat. So the complexion was still white and shiny, as if it was a holiday in the country.

It's really more maddening than people.

After returning to the capital, it was late at night, sleeping on the soft big bed, Chu Run skillfully opened the phone, and as expected, he received a text message from a small fan. When I first met this little fan in the countryside, his attitude was cold, but after he got sweaty, the other party jumped and took out a handkerchief, tiptoe to help him wipe the sweat, he couldn't help but bend down. From that moment on, his heart beat magically.

Then the two exchanged contact information. Almost every night, he would receive text messages from small fans:

[I really want to swim in your collarbone, you want to slide on the bridge of your nose, you want to swing on your eyelashes] Translation: Look at your collarbone, your nose So three-dimensional and tall, male god, your eyelashes are so long, you are the best eyelash essence!

[Male god, I listened to your new song, it's super nice! ! 】

[Male god, today’s event, I saw you, every time I see a male god, I must sigh, the beauty of a male **** is truly the level of generations.]

This little rainbow arse, who always says such things, isn't he embarrassed?

Even though he said that, the corners of Chu Run's mouth were slightly raised. He typed lazily, "How did you see me with so many people active today? You are so small, you can only look at the back of your head."

It is true that only the back of the head can be seen, but the little guy still skillfully launches his own rainbow fart light wave: "Even if it is the back of the head, it is the back of the head with amazing beauty."

Chu Run watched it back and forth three times before slowly saying: "It's twelve o'clock, kids go to bed early, don't always play with mobile phones."

The little guy replied: "Okay, good night, male god!"

Chu Run then transferred to his new song comment area. Sure enough, seven or eight of the top ten hot comments in his new song comment area were small fans, and he recognized the other's avatar.

A faint fluorescent light shone on his face. He took the phone and read the seven or eight long reviews of true feelings over and over several times. He didn't even notice the curvature of the corners of his mouth.

At that point, he didn't even need sleeping pills, and closed his eyes in a good mood. Who knew that such a company would last ten years.

Time flies, and it's the new year's day to collect New Year's money.

The little guy still received a lot of money, because this year is the year of the pig, so he also got a piggy bank in the shape of a big golden pig. The shape is a bit tacky, but the little guy can’t stand it. He likes it very much. He is happy. Divide his new year's money with the game profit earned in a year, and stuff it all into the pig's nostrils.

During the Chinese New Year, like a little money fan, he has to hold him wherever he goes, even when he sleeps in his arms, like a hatching egg, An Meijun is so angry that there is no chance to start.

Yin Yunqiu didn't understand why this child was so fascinated. He kissed his little son's forehead and said, "Baby, don't keep holding your piggy bank. What if you hurt your foot? Dad's future money will be yours. Yes, you can spend whatever you want."

Unexpectedly, when the child heard this, tears fell, and Yin Yunqiu was caught off guard.

What Yin Minglu thought at the time was that it would be great if the original owner was really a child of the Yin family, but unfortunately he was not. He almost ended up living on the street and begging for food with the little beggar in the subway station. The little beggar had not taken a bath for several days, but when night fell, the little beggar was taken away by a big beggar holding hands.

He was the only one who stayed where there was nothing.

"Nothing is mine, only the piggy is mine." He made preparations in advance, and maybe waited until he was driven out at the age of eighteen, so he wouldn't be impoverished and live on the streets. The child hugged a golden pig, lowered his face, and said in frustration: "Dad, mother doesn't like me, and I don’t look like you again. I watched TV shows and there are many children who hugged the wrong child. Maybe I came out of a rock. , Or it’s not necessarily the case that the nurse sister is wrong, you say is it possible, dad."

The child's words seemed to be suggestive, tears fell drop by drop, but Yin Yunqiu sank his face. For the first time, he did not comfort the crying child, but said in a cold tone: "Who is chewing the tongue in front of you? You are Dad's. Child, you are not allowed to say such things in the future, otherwise Dad will beat you."

The gloomy light in the man’s eyes was horribly bright, his handsome face was covered with frost, and his eyes also revealed a faint coldness, which made the child holding the pig tremble with fright, his tears stopped, and he hid in the blanket. All night. The next day I heard that Yin Yunqiu was furious and had cut many people from the Yin family.

For a moment, the Yin family was silent, and even the most lively young master was murdered. Who would dare to touch Mr.'s mold? Coincidentally, these people are very close to the child's biological mother An Meijun.

Yin Minglu, who was irritated by Yin Yunqiu for the first time since arriving at the Yin family, did not dare to mention it again, and An Meijun only thought that his plan had failed again, and was extremely disappointed in her heart. Fortunately, she also spent a lot of effort on the servants. Some specious rumors spread from time to time, trying to pave the way for the future daughter, but those people were suddenly laid off.

No one knew that after Yin Yunqiu came out of the hospital the next day, he locked himself in the study for a whole day. After he came out, it was the elegant and indifferent, high-ranking noble son, with the same attitude towards children, even more pampering, almost asking the stars not to the moon, and the moon would be accompanied by a sun.

He even signed his own name on some property transfer agreements in private.

He thought that his thoughts might be a bit selfish, but he would keep this secret forever and keep the child from knowing it until he stepped into the coffin to greet death, just so that the little face can go on forever without worry and not get caught. A little haze.

"Dad, why haven't you signed my transcript?" Yin Yunqiu was awakened from his memories when he called, only to realize that twelve years have passed. Minglu is in high school, and he is currently studying in the capital city. The best middle school.

He regained his senses, moved the pen lightly, and skillfully wrote his name in the parent's signature column. He didn't read the teacher's comment on it carefully, because he didn't need to read it. It must be a bunch of moral, intellectual, physical, and artistic. Beautiful words.

Hearing the words on the transcript, Yin Zhongyuan squinted his eyes and probed it, and said, "How much do you have to take the exam? Isn't it the first place? Hey, it's the first in grade again, not bad, not bad! Better than your dad back then. , Your dad didn't have the first time in the past." He thought to himself, his nephew is really a precious phoenix egg, clever and capable, and he is promising at first sight.

"Of course." Yin Minglu raised his chest proudly. Since he wants to be excellent, he must be the best. He took a picture of the report card and sent it to the male god. He was happier after being praised.

"This female classmate with the surname Jiang is also pretty good. Although it's worse than you by ten points, she is also very good at taking second place every time." Yin Zhongyuan pointed to the second place. He looked at his nephew's report card several times. I was very impressed, "It seems that this female classmate has been in the same class with you since elementary school. It’s a coincidence. Didn’t I go to your sports meeting last time and saw that thin, wicker-like, pretty-looking girl? Little girl?"

The reason why he still remembered it was all because the little girl had been hovering near them, her eyes seemed to have something to say, he thought it was strange, so he took a few more glances.

"It's her, it's a coincidence." Yin Minglu nodded, isn't it? Could it be a coincidence that the fate for it was intentional?

I don’t know what Jiang Mingqin thinks. Since elementary school, she has always deliberately been in the same class with him. She likes to compete with him in everything. She rushes to sign up for any competitions he participates in, as if she wants to push him down. It didn't seem to be so interesting, for fear of the way he could see it.

Regarding this, Yin Minglu didn’t care, anyway, as soon as he signed up for sports and math competitions, Jiang Mingqin flinched. Obviously, he knew that this was not his strong point. She broke school records, and she followed the girls in the class and could only be a cheerleader next to her, becoming a foil.

After looking for Yin Yunqiu to sign, Yin Minglu collected the transcript and took it to school the next day.

He was running to school at first, but found out that he was up late today. He may not have enough time to get to school, and he didn’t have coins on him. So he took out his phone and scanned a small yellow car on the side of the road. School.

I stepped into the classroom with a thrill, and saw my good friends, Zheng Jiangning, the demon king of the Zheng family, wore sunglasses and sat stumblingly on the seat, with a black earphone in his ear.

Yin Minglu pulled it down and listened. Inside, there were English news from foreign radio stations. He joked: "So I'm listening to English, so serious, Ning, it's not like you. And what kind of sunglasses look like, old The class is coming, so I'll pick it up soon."

"Isn't this the old class shouting to sign it yesterday?" Zheng Jiangning returned him with a smiley expression, "Of course your first place in the exam is not bad. I will take the score sheet back and have you compare it all the year round. , My dad immediately became angry and picked up a feather duster to slap me. When I saw something bad, I hurried off, but my dad was a thief, and fell down immediately while clutching his chest. I thought I was dizzy. , Ran back to help him, and was caught and beaten up."

Having said this, he couldn't help but touched the eye area again and let out a painful cry. The voice was absolutely true, and Yin Minglu felt very sad. Fortunately, the Yin family did not advocate stick education, but it was also possible that he was too good to have a stick.

"What's the matter with your hairstyle? You came here by bike again today? Quickly comb it, it's too messy, we'll have to walk the square in a while." Zheng Jiangning took out a comb from the drawer and handed it to Yin Minglu .

Yin Minglu took it smoothly, stroked his messy hair and put it down.

Since Yin Minglu entered the classroom, he has been paying attention to Jiang Mingqin. She interrupted at this time and said softly, "Student Yin Minglu, isn't your family rich? Why are you riding a shared bicycle?" In fact, she thought The question is, is it because your father doesn't like you anymore, so you don't send a car to send you, so you can only ride a bicycle by yourself. Although it is impossible to know this with her toes, she just wants to ask more questions and guess so that she can feel more comfortable.

Zheng Jiangning didn’t know the relationship between the two of them. He always regarded Jiang Mingqin as an ordinary classmate, so he said, “Oh, you don’t know. The drivers are also four or five, just want to exercise, run half a circle around the moat every day, and ride a bicycle for one dollar every day..."

Before he could speak, Yin Minglu gave him a palm and said: "What nonsense, you are also one of the **** rich people, I am embarrassed to talk about me. And tomorrow, the school sports meeting, I am not warming up in advance."

As soon as Yin Minglu mentioned the school sports meeting, the classmates around him immediately gathered and said, "Student Yin, this time the three kilometers will be handed over to you! Run! Let's cheer for you! "

"The marathon is also handed over to you! If you don't go, no one in our class will be able to go." The sports committee member also said. He is most grateful to Yin Minglu. In the basic class, no one wants to report the project, Yin Minglu has contracted it all. Solved a big problem for him. Compared with other sports committee members, he is so lucky that he asks the grandmother of the gods to beg the ancestors in the class to report mercy on the project every year.

"Tomorrow relay race, what if I run too slow?" a girl said timidly, worried that she would drag the class back.

"Don't be afraid, Minglu is very bullish, as long as you don't fall, and you can give him the stick, he will be able to run first." Another boy comforted her, and by the way gave Yin Minglu a thumbs up.

This is the same again, this is the same again!

Every time Yin Minglu starts to speak and throws up a topic, it will soon attract the attention of others, and everyone will surround him, thus forgetting her, as if she is an insignificant background board.

Jiang Mingqin squeezed his palm with his fingers, and said with a deep hatred, but you were also showing off during the day, and at night, that would be her stage! She is bound to surprise the audience!