The floor was very clean. The two men took off their shoes, and since there were no slippers, they stepped on their socks and walked in.

Han Jue collapsed on the sofa as soon as he entered the house, and Zhang Yiman was like a puppy who had moved to a new house, constantly going back and forth between the living room and the kitchen, curiously opening every drawer to check, even the microwave oven had to be opened to take a look.

"Uncle, this will be our home from now on, hurry up, let's go see the bedroom." After Zhang Yiman finished inspecting all corners of the room, he pushed Han Jue and urged.

If it was really Han Jue's home, Han Jue just wanted to eat snacks and watch movies at three o'clock in the afternoon at this moment, and lie down and sleep when he was sleepy.

Unfortunately not.

Han Jue reluctantly stood up and accompanied Zhang Yiman to the bedroom.

Zhang Yiman stopped at the front of the bedroom, holding the handle, looking expectant, and counted down [three-two-one] to Han Jue with a thoughtful look.

"Three...... Second ......" Zhang Yiman looked at Han Jue with a radiant look.

Han Jue leaned against the wall, looked at the door panel, and waited for a long time but didn't hear the last [one]. Turning his head to look, he only saw Zhang Yiman looking at him with a complaining look of [the rise and fall of lovers, the husband is responsible], so he had no choice but to continue:

"One ......"

"Oooo This reminded Han Jue of the "Symphony of Destiny" in his previous life, so the door that slowly opened in front of him was suddenly filled with tragic colors, fully demonstrating the fate of Han Jue's miserable life in this room in the future.

The bedroom is plain to pale. A double bed, a wardrobe, nothing else, even the window next to the bed was empty, there were no curtains.

Zhang Yiman saw that the bedroom with this appearance could still throw himself on the bed in front of the camera [wow~], and Han Jue was also very impressed.

The silly girl is young, but her professionalism is not low. He was also worried that the stupid girl with a fairly good family background would be unhappy when he saw the shabby bedroom prepared by the program team.

Zhang Yiman was not unhappy at all. She rolled happily on the bed, and after rolling for a while, she remembered that it was better to be alone than to be happy. Then she lay on the bed, while showing Miaoman's curves, she looked sideways at Han Jue and patted the vacant seat on the side, meaning to let Han Jue also come up and roll a few times to enhance her sense of happiness.

Han Jue hadn't lost his sense of shame, so he didn't do it like Zhang Yiman, but like a fish returning to the sea, he lifted the quilt, got into it smoothly, lay down on the outside, closed the quilt, closed his eyes and exhaled comfortably.

Zhang Yiman was lying on the quilt, and Han Jue ruined his shape through the quilt, so he could only sit up. Angry, she looked at Han Jue's face with a happiness index that seemed to be higher than her own, and swallowed back the words of complaint, her eyes rolled, so she also followed Han Jue's example, got into the quilt, and lay inside.

When the director saw this, his heart trembled violently, and his breathing became heavier. The screenwriters on the side also exclaimed one by one, and then let out a small scream in their throats, and their hands clenched into fists with excitement. Could it be that the goddess of love is finally willing to open his eyes to favor this young couple?

Han Jue was lying down, enjoying a moment of leisure with his eyes closed, and noticed movement on the side, but he didn't care about Zhang Yiman's tossing.

After Zhang Yiman got into the quilt, he lay on his side and quietly looked at Han Jue. Although she had looked at Han Jue in the restaurant and in the car, it seemed that it was the first time she had observed it so closely. This observation was probably a bit hot, so it seemed to have a different feeling.

Sister Qin downstairs held her forehead, at this moment, she wanted to rush up and pull Zhang Yiman out, give Zhang Yiman a few palms, and then ask her if she had forgotten how to write the word [reserved] that she told her after she came out of the cafeteria.

Han Jue noticed the quilt moving just now, thinking that Zhang Yiman was lying outside the quilt. As a result, when he turned his head, he met Zhang Yiman's clear eyes. Han Jue held his breath, his eyes looked down his eyes, his neck, and then down, the quilt.

She's under the covers.

Han Jue was surprised again. As for why you use [again], because this surprise is the same as the surprise when I heard Zhang Yiman's question in the cafeteria.

"You person, look at you, it's really ......" Han Jue looked at Zhang Yiman, who was only twenty centimeters away from him in the same quilt, and wanted to ask the current world, is the recording of shows so realistic?

"What is it really?" Zhang Yiman was unaware.

Han Jue seemed to be able to smell the good smell on Zhang Yiman's body.

"It's really good-looking!How can you be so good-looking?" Han Jue could only digest the stupid girl's reckless move, and tried to normalize the operation. He guessed that only the stupid girl was stupid.

"Hehe~" Zhang Yiman shrank his little face under the quilt shyly. She herself is also strange, obviously this ordinary level of praise has been heard countless times from countless people's mouths, but she will be shy when she hears Han Jue say, she thinks it may be that Han Jue's serious (expressionless) appearance is very convincing!

Han Jue glanced at the silly girl, then faced the ceiling, and quietly moved a little distance outside.

"Shake your little head. ”

Zhang Yiman didn't know why, but he did it anyway.

"Did you hear anything?"

"What do you want to hear?" Zhang Yiman was surprised.

"Like, the sound of water?"

"Didn't hear that. Zhang Yiman continued to shake again, looking like he didn't stop hearing the sound of water.

"Oh, okay, okay, maybe I'm thinking too much, maybe there's nothing in there. Han Jue stopped Zhang Yiman from throwing his red hair like blood splattering, and said with a relieved expression. Sure enough, the guess is not wrong, the stupidity of the silly girl is multi-faceted, and it seems that he will have to tense his nerves in the future.

"Let's go, there's still some other place we haven't seen. Han Jue, who was too close to Zhang Yiman, felt uncomfortable, he sat up and took the initiative to explore the new home.

Zhang Yiman also remembered that now is not the time to lie down and rest, there is still a door that has not been explored.

Then the two men left the bed and stood in front of the last door that was not opened.

Zhang Yiman twisted the door handle expectantly.

"Ah...... It is a restroom. Zhang Yiman stood on the spot, very disappointed.

Another place that didn't open the door was, of course, the bathroom, otherwise?

Han Jue didn't hear it, glanced at it and walked to the sofa in the living room.

Zhang Yiman followed Han Jue to the sofa, and the two of them were on the sofa, facing the camera. One is slumped, the other is sitting.

"Uncle, you have been an artist for so long, you must have a lot of life experience, right?" Zhang Yiman hugged the pillow and asked Han Jue.

"Hmm. Although Han Jue didn't know what Zhang Yiman's life experience meant, he instinctively suppressed his curiosity and didn't ask questions.

"Uncle, you're so amazing. I've always lived with my dad, and he helped me with everything, so ...... I have very little life experience, and I'm a little sorry for my uncle when I live together in the future. But I'm going to study hard...... I'll live a good life!" Zhang Yiman didn't forget to praise Han Jue in the "Couple's Treasure Book", and then explained his situation, vaccinated Han Jue in advance, and finally expressed his good expectations.

"Ahh Han Jue lay on the side of the sofa and said nonchalantly. Then he gestured to Zhang Yiman with his hand, invited Zhang Yiman to learn from him, lay down on the other side of the sofa, and relaxed.

Zhang Yiman disagreed, and pulled Han Jue up: "No, uncle, you promised me to teach me!"

"Hiss......" Han Jue thought about it, and it seemed that he had indeed promised to teach stupid girls, but what was he taught? cooking? To be an old artist? Oh, it was to grow up, and to be a normal person.

"Since you have asked the question sincerely, I will teach you with great mercy. The following life experience is my condensed life philosophy for 30 years, and after you learn it, it will definitely be of great help in terms of life and growth. Han Jue said to Zhang Yiman seriously.

"Okay! Uncle Han!" Zhang Yiman sat upright and shouted a messy name.

Han Jue automatically ignored the title and began to impart the so-called life experience.

"First of all, you see, about this tea. Han Jue's eyes were sharp as sharp, and he pointed to the water on the coffee table and said.

"Hmm!" Zhang Yiman looked at the two cups of tea seriously. The teacup is a glass, and the new house originally had it. Water is purified water that is connected to a pipe and then boiled.

"First, you can't drink too much tea, and drinking too much has side effects. Han Jue raised a finger.

"Ah, why?" Zhang Yiman was shocked, she heard since she was a child that drinking more water is good for her health.

According to research, if you drink too much tea, you will go to the toilet more often. You see that when we are artists recording programs, we always go to the toilet, isn't it good?" Han Jue smiled lightly, shook the finger that stretched out, and said incomprehensibly.

Zhang Yiman blinked in a daze, feeling that what Han Jue said made sense, but it was something weird.

"Second, you should never drink freshly boiled water. ”

Zhang Yiman's eyes widened and he looked at the cup on the coffee table.

"Because the temperature of the freshly boiled water is too high, it is easy to burn the mouth. Han Jue said.

"What, uncle, these are all common sense!" Zhang Yiman reacted and slapped Han Jue angrily.

"Okay, okay, this is just basic common sense, then I'll teach you a little more advanced," Han Jue was surprised to be reacted by the stupid girl, and it seemed that he could only say something dry, "For example, this white shirt on your body." White shirts are easy to turn yellow, and ordinary laundry detergent and soap are more difficult to wash, and if you wash them yourself, you will definitely have a headache from it, right?"

"Uh-huh. Although Zhang Yiman's clothes were washed for her by the nanny and aunt, these experiences are very important for her to learn to live independently.

"What should I do if I have a headache because of this? I might as well take some headache medicine at this time, and it will be much better. Han Jue said sincerely.

Zhang Yiman: "???"

"Friends in front of the camera can also learn from it," Han Jue said to the camera, "If the chewing gum sticks to the clothes, it will often be difficult to clean, which is particularly troublesome, eh, here's a trick to teach you." First, put your clothes in the fridge. ”

When Zhang Yiman heard this, he clapped his hands and said with great interest: "Freeze the gum, and then you can take it off, right?"

Han Jue looked at Zhang Yiman and smiled slightly, shook his head, and then said to the camera again: "Put the clothes in the refrigerator, and when Mom and Dad open the refrigerator, they will find this dress, and then, Mom and Dad will help you get it." ”

"Ahh

This is not the life experience she wants to learn!

......

At about 5 o'clock in the afternoon, because Zhang Yiman also had a schedule to be busy next, the program team informed that today's shooting was enough, and Han Jue would be notified of the next shooting.

The director of today's shot is still very satisfied, and said to Han Jue, and then go to the TV station to supplement the post-interview of the little black house, which is about enough for two episodes of broadcast content, and Han Jue can take a good rest.

"Goodbye, uncle! Come on at night!Don't embarrass the teacher!" Zhang Yiman sat in the moving nanny car, waved goodbye to Han Jue through the window.

Han Jue said goodbye with a smile, and he could vaguely hear Sister Qin babbling something to Zhang Yiman.

Because Zhang Yiman wanted to rush to the trip directly, Han Jue rubbed the car of the program team and was put down at the intersection near his home.

Han Jue found a nearby restaurant for dinner, then went home to clean up, practiced the guitar a little, and waited until about 8 o'clock, so he carried the guitar on his back to the [Xiangkou Bar] where he agreed with the boss last time.

Tonight is his debut.