Cloaked in the morning mist in the mountains, accompanied by laughter and laughter, the ten-minute mountain road does not seem to make people feel tired at all. Walking up a narrow dirt road, a tiled house appeared on the flat ground around the corner. The tiled house is very dilapidated, with only two rooms, gray walls, military green windows, and only a plaque with black letters on a white background on the pillars can prove that this is a primary school.

Some students weeded and cleaned the entrance of the school building, and a few students squatted in the corridor playing with small sandbags.

"The new teacher is here!

When the students heard this, they all ran into the classroom. After a while, the sound of reading resounded in the mountains.

The eight of them discussed it and entered the classroom at the right time. The classroom looked more dilapidated than the outside, with rough interior walls, mottled desks and chairs, and only the blackboard was still visible. There were no lights, the light was very dim, perhaps because of the direction, the sun did not shine in, but the students still read aloud with their books in their hands.

They introduced themselves one by one, and the students were very cooperative and said hello in unison.

The room next to the classroom is the kitchen, with a few stools, where the text is read, and there are eight people sitting and waiting for class. There are only rice cookers and earthen stoves in the kitchen, Chai Junshi and Ding Zhengyang are in tears, they have never used earthen stoves at all, and they can't make fires. Everyone, you and I come up with ideas one by one, relying on the experience of watching TV and acting on TV, but TV doesn't teach how to make a fire, tossing and turning, and almost choked to death by smoke and didn't get up.

Mo Yijiu gave up, went to the classroom next to him and asked, "Which classmate will make a fire?" and immediately recruited a group of small experts in using stoves, in comparison, a few adults who were helpless were simply ashamed.

After solving the problem of stir-frying with the stove, Ren Zhen went to the first Chinese class, and the rest of the people began to prepare the show. Chai Junshi, Ding Zhengyang, and Xin Haoge are on the lines of the sketch. Shen Kexin discussed with his agent the night before to play a song "Liang Zhu" with a guzheng, and the program team said that the costumes, instruments, and props would be prepared on Wednesday, so I was idle at this time, watching Ding Zhengyang pretend to be an old lady who couldn't stop laughing. Tang Yuan was tinkering with the rope in front of the picture on his mobile phone, saying that it was a simple rope magic, but in fact, he had never practiced it, but he was forced by some people to say that he needed an interactive program. He also prepared two other programs, a song and a hip-hop dance, eating this bowl of rice, it hardly took too much time to practice, but it was this simple rope magic that really tortured him.

Mo Yijiu felt that the three men who lined up the sketches were too unkind, and scolded them with a smile: "Hey, the three of you put out a show, and then let the children of the family put out three shows by themselves, are you embarrassed?"

The three of them were right.

"Sister Yi of Dwarf Oil, our sketch is the main force, and it is important to support the scene. ”

"Besides, we are also giving Tang Yuan a chance to take a few close-ups, young people, it's too appropriate to perform more performances and get a few close-ups. ”

Mo Yijiu rolled his eyes: "What you said doesn't matter, the point is that if the three of you only have one show, it won't be enough." ”

Xin Haoge thought for a while and said, "I'll sing a section of Peking Opera, and then let Ding Zhengyang dance the national standard with you......"

Mo Yijiu looked at Ding Zhengyang, just frowned, and then listened to Xin Haoge continue: "You dance the male step, he dances the female step, how good." ”

"What's good!"

"I think it's good. Sister Yi, don't you look down on others?" Ding Zhengyang began to twist his fingers, and Mo Yijiu looked like he was about to faint.

Zeng Jinjin said excitedly: "Let me be the guide!" Then Sister Yi wears a suit, and Teacher Ding wears a skirt. ”

Ding Zhengyang screamed: "Mom, people are gay, not pseudo-mothers!! but I like your mention, I want to design the skirt myself." ”

Shen Kexin also came to add to the chaos: "Oh my God, this must be something to look at!"

Mo Yijiu held his forehead: "Please, why do you have an expression that is settled like this." ”

However, it was really decided like this, and no one cared about Mo Datian's rejection and refutation.

At the end of the Chinese class, Ren Zhen came back, and she said that she found a few good readers in the class, and she could catch them for recitation. While he was talking, a few students stood in the doorway and peeked in. Ren Zhen asked them what was the matter, and one of the taller girls said shyly, "New teacher, can you dance with us?"

It's simply a request that can't be denied.

The four women followed them to the open space at the door, where children were fighting grass, some were catching grasshoppers, and a few were chasing and fighting. There are only 10 minutes between classes, so you have to hurry.

The rubber bands were stretched very long, and the students said they wanted to teach them to jump. Ren Zhen wore a skirt, which was inconvenient, so he could only be used as a stake to tie a rubber band throughout the whole process. Black and white were assigned to the team, and they followed as stakes. She stood there and watched Mo Yijiu dance skillfully with the little girl, and asked, "Sister Yi, do Hong Kong people also dance rubber bands?"

Mo Yijiu turned his head and said to her, "Of course it's jumping, children's games are almost the same." Oops, I stepped on the line, and I blame you. ”

Zeng Jinjin smiled, she found that when Mo Datian played with children, she would also become children.

It was about ten o'clock in the morning, and Mo Yijiu and Zeng Jinjin went down the mountain first. The reason is that they realized that this humble primary school did not have any musical instruments at all, and the picture of singing and dancing and playing the piano in their previous imagination was instantly shattered. They have to negotiate with the program team, the piano is impossible, so it's better to have an electronic piano, or an accompaniment belt.

Half of the people in the program team are helping to build the stage, and the progress is quite fast on the vacant land where the RV is parked, and it has begun to take shape.

They went directly to the director, and the director seemed to have been prepared for a long time, so he brought a box up.

The box is just an ordinary lottery box, red, with the words: Wish Box.

"What is this?" asked the director.

"In the next few days, if you have any needs or wishes, you can come here to draw lots, and each sign has a small task, and you can get our help by completing the task. However, we will decide on the number of tasks to be completed depending on the difficulty of the wish. So...... Don't ask too much. ”

"So, how many tasks are there for the electronic keyboard?" asked Zeng Jinjin.

"One. ”

The two breathed a sigh of relief...... You pushed me to let go, but Mo Yijiu reached in and drew a lot. When I opened it, it read: "Help Grandma Wang's family at No. 14 DH Village harvest two acres of cornland." ”

It turned out to be farm work. Of course, they won't give up, even if no one has done it. Mo Yijiu called Ding Zhengyang, who was still on the mountain, and told him about the new rules of the wish box. Over there, Ding Zhengyang's feelings were very high-pitched, and he said that he would arrest someone and come down to take over the task. He wants to give each student a set of crayons and improve the school lunch meal, at least for the five days they are there.

Mo Yijiu hung up the phone, with a smile on his face, and asked her what was so coke, Mo Yijiu said: "Ding Zhengyang is good." ”

I didn't hear them talk about the phone, so I asked her what a good way to do it. Mo Yi thought for a long time and said, "He has a lot of heart. Men, generally don't have a heart. ”

"So he's gay. ”

Zeng Jinjin received it smoothly, causing the other party to laugh non-stop, but she was recalling the sentence - "Men, generally have no heart". This is a map-cannon statement, which inevitably seems biased, but compared with the correctness of the sentence itself, the psychology of the person who said it seems to be more worthy of investigation.

Looking at Mo Yijiu, who was asking the old man for directions with difficulty, she suddenly felt that she seemed to have a faint glimpse of the woman named Mo Yijiu in Mo Tianhou, which was different from the strong woman who could afford to put it down on the news in the newspaper.

The two turned around and found No. 14, which was a small tiled house, with a field of corn drying at the door, golden and yellow. Bypassing the corn and knocking on the door, the door was opened by an old aunt in her sixties, probably Grandma Wang, who signed it.

"Hello Grandma Wang, we are here to work for your family. Zeng Jinjin spoke first, took out the sign and showed it to the other party: "Harvest two acres of cornland, you know, right?"

Grandma Wang immediately smiled and bent her eyes: "I know I know, ouch, someone really came to help me work, and I thought it was a lie." I'll take you there. ”

One person carried an exaggerated basket and followed Grandma Wang for about ten minutes before he arrived at the cornfield, where he saw all corn plants on the sunny side of a gentle hillside.

Grandma Wang told them the scope of the two-acre task field, and simply taught them how to pick and break corn, and then went home to work, and she left a message, saying that she would bring food at twelve o'clock.

In the high and low hillside fields, there are scattered old farmers working, and they will look this way from time to time. It was almost noon, the sun was fierce, Mo Yijiu and Zeng Jinjin carried a basket on their backs, looked at the dense corn in the two acres of land, and decided to advertise the sponsor first......

After smearing the sunscreen on each other's □□ and skin, the two of them began to work......

Mo Yijiu's cameraman Xiao Qu said: "I have to ask this sponsor to charge more advertising fees, and see how desperately our guests promote, and play with each other applying sunscreen in this kind of cornfield." ”

Zeng Jin squinted his eyes: "You can't be a lily man, right?"

Xiao Qu touched the back of his head and said embarrassedly: "I follow your Weibo." ”

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