Seeing that it was still early, Fang Jing simply fetched a basin of water and cleaned the inside and outside of the house. It didn't matter if he lived in a sloppy place, but he would have guests arriving in two days, and he didn't want to be in front of the cameras all over the country.
The people all saw the other side of his glorious image.
After cleaning the house, it was already four or five o'clock in the afternoon, and it was time for dinner again. For the first time, Fang Jing cooked half of the bacon, mixed it with potatoes and cabbage, and served three more dishes.
Fang Hui had already smelled the aroma of meat and was standing aside with chopsticks. When Fang Jing gave the order, she immediately resolved the battle as quickly as possible.
"Why are you standing there? Eat!"
Before he finished speaking, Fang Hui's chopsticks fell like raindrops, and he put chopsticks into his mouth one after another, filling his mouth in a few seconds.
Fang Jing found it funny and sad at the same time. In the university cafeteria, the food that was thrown out countless times and was called pig food by students was several times better than this, but Fang Hui couldn't eat it more than a few times a year. When her parents were still there,
I can only satisfy my craving during the Chinese New Year, so I cook her a meal of meat every month when I become the head of the household.
"Eat slowly, no one will compete with you!"
"Uh-huh!"
"What did you say? Can you swallow it before you speak?"
"I said...it's delicious."
Fang Jing laughed. Sometimes this girl is so easily satisfied and will just throw away a little food. Sometimes she is so stubborn that nothing can help her.
…
Early the next morning, Fang Jing and his sister stood outside the house and watched the staff install surveillance cameras inside and outside.
"Brother, how about I go to Xiaohua to stay for a few days?"
"Why?"
"They don't seem like good people. They just installed surveillance cameras in my room. Except for the safety of the toilet, there is no privacy at all."
"That won't work. All the money has been collected."
"But I won't take it?" Fang Hui replied weakly. She wished that Fang Jing would return the fifty yuan.
"Who said it was confiscated? There was no charge for last night's dinner? That was deducted from your fifty yuan first."
"Fang Jing, don't bully others too much!"
"Why should I bully you? I can't eat it as a meal. How about I make it up to you? I'll buy you a set of Huanggang specialties when I come back in a few days."
"Huanggang's specialty? Is there anything delicious?" As soon as he heard that Fang Hui was delicious, his face suddenly changed, and his smiling face was not even half angry.
"It's so delicious. Let me tell you, ordinary people can't enjoy it. A set costs tens of dollars. Only city kids use it regularly. And they have good grades. Parents with poor grades don't buy it for them."
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"So good? Then you can bring me more."
"No problem, that's enough. You are my biological sister. If you don't feel sorry for me, who will you feel sorry for?"
"Yeah!" Fang Hui nodded wildly, "We are brothers and sisters, we share the benefits together!"
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Early the next morning, Fang Jing wore a black round-neck short-sleeve shirt and washed-white jeans to go to Shonan. It wasn't that he didn't want to wear white clothes, but because he worked in the fields all year round, his skin was tanned, so he wore white clothes.
The contrast is too high and inappropriate.
With more than a dozen people and seven or eight cameras following behind him, Fang Jing felt for the first time like a crowd of stars holding the moon, and those who didn't know thought it was some big star traveling.
"Fang Jing, where is your luggage?" The director gave him a confused look.
"Where are we here? Three pieces of clothes and two pairs of pants." Fang Jing patted the schoolbag behind his back.
director:……
"No, can't you bring more with you? If you don't know, you might think you are traveling."
"I would like to bring more, but my strength doesn't allow it! I only have these few sets of clothes at home, so I can't take my sister's clothes with me, right?"
"Didn't I give you four thousand?" The director was dissatisfied. He thought Fang Jing was trying to take advantage of him, deliberately gaining sympathy to appear shabby and asking people from the city to buy it for him.
"My sister is going to a junior high school in the county soon. She needs money to rent a house, money for books and miscellaneous expenses, and money for living expenses. There are too many places in the family that need money, so we can't spend it indiscriminately."
"Okay, I understand." The director sighed slightly and took out two hundred yuan from his body and gave it to Fang Jing, "Don't buy something too good, otherwise people will think you are from the city and I will be in trouble."
Fang Jing didn't pretend to be fat, saying that I don't want this. Given the circumstances of his family, being pretentious would make people look down on him. "Thank you, Brother Liang. I understand and will never use it indiscriminately."
"Okay, you go quickly, you won't be able to catch the plane in a while, I'm still busy here!"
After leaving the village, more than half of the accompanying staff were instantly reduced. There was only one driver and two cameras left. The driver took him to the airport, and the camera needed to shoot a few pieces of material on the road, so that he could have some inner monologues during the broadcast.
and explanation.
After two hours, the camera was turned off, the equipment was put away, and the two opened the car window and smoked heavily.
"Kid, if you feel sleepy, take a nap. I won't take pictures now. I'll call you when we get to the airport."
"Thank you, Brother Chen. I'm not sleepy yet." Fang Jing already knew their names through chatting with these people. The driver's surname was Xu, and the two cameramen's surnames were Wang and Chen.
Chen Yu laughed and said, "Where did you learn from? You call everyone brother and sister when you meet them, no matter how old they are."
Fang Jing liked chatting with the staff. He found that this guy was very mature. He greeted everyone he saw, regardless of whether he knew him or not, or whether he was familiar with him or not.
"It's not surprising that there are many people with courtesy. You don't need to learn this thing. Besides, I don't call everyone brother or sister. I call the older ones uncle."
"Yes, yes, your village chief is in his sixties or seventies, and he is about the same age as your grandfather. You are also called uncle." Chen Yu laughed, and the other two also laughed.
"This is different. The village chief is because I know him well. It's okay to call him uncle. I don't dare to call other people of this age like that."
A few people nodded secretly, but they didn't expect that this guy was very understanding of the world despite his age.
Along the way, Shang Jing chatted and slapped with them, and two or three hours passed before he knew it. He stopped when he saw that Chen Yu was a little sleepy, and he leaned on his seat to take a rest. Sitting in the car for four or five hours was indeed a bit tiring.
At around five o'clock in the afternoon, Fang Jing arrived at the airport, and several others headed back home. Seven or eight years after his rebirth, Fang Jing took a plane for the first time. He looked at the people coming and going, and the people in a hurry, as if he had returned to
Previous life.
I didn’t encounter any of those legendary encounters with beautiful women on the plane, or the fact that a certain rich second generation asked to change seats because they saw someone else. It was just normal. After a few hours, I arrived at Shacheng Airport smoothly. As soon as I stepped out, I felt a rush of hot air hitting my face.
The weather here is not generally hot.
On the roadside, a slightly bald middle-aged man held a Fang Jing sign. There were several cameras next to him. He looked like the crew of Metamorphosis. Fang Jing walked straight over, nodded with a smile and shouted, 'Hello, uncle, I am
Fang Jing.'
"Are you Fang Jing? Hello, just call me Uncle Qin. This is your Aunt Wang." Qin Hao pointed to a lady wearing glasses next to him and said.
"Hello, aunt!" Fang Jing didn't expect that this person was actually the mother of the protagonist he was exchanging with. At first, he thought she was a crew member. There was no other way. Maybe it was because she was well maintained. She looked only in her thirties, and
The half of the Mediterranean next to them doesn't look like a couple at all.