Wen Cha was a little uncomfortable to look at, and he had to look away every few strokes to stay awake.

However, the man seemed to be tireless, maintaining that movement and maintaining that look.

Or rather, he never sustained it.

Wen Cha endured the feeling of suffocation and drew the outline of the man as quickly as possible.

She painted her nose, lips, eyebrows, and ears, but did not paint her eyes.

She was frightened, even frightened, by that look, and she didn't know how to describe the feeling.

It's like an antelope living on the grassland locked by a cheetah, full of danger, but hidden in the danger.

It's just poisonous!

She had already thought of the result after the show was broadcast, and she must have been instigated.

"What's wrong?" Seeing her pause, the man asked in a low voice, "Is there any problem?"

"Nope." Wen Cha quickly shook his head and took a pen to draw his eyes.

The eye is the window to the soul and the lens of the soul.

It is the best portrayal of people's moods, and of course, it is also the best weapon to hide the darkness.

Wen Cha has painted eyes many times, but he has never painted such eyes, he is clean and obscure at the same time.

Deeper than the stars, brighter than obsidian.

is unique.

It took a long time to draw her eyes, and when she finally stopped her pen and looked at the man who was not perfect in the painting, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"It's done." She handed him the finished product, "Look, do you still like it?" ”

The man took the painting in his hand and looked at it for a moment, carefully put it away, and the corners of his mouth lifted a faint arc, "I like it very much." ”

"If you like it, it's fine." Wen Cha quietly breathed a sigh of relief, "Then you ......" shouldn't have any other wishes, right?

"I'd like to ask you for a dance." The man said without changing his face.

Wen Cha avoided the camera and glared at him viciously, too much!

The man's sharp eyes crossed a brilliant streamer, blocked through the bouquet, and gently shook her hand, "You are recording the show now, I will push back the matter of dancing, I hope you can promise me then." ”

It's weird to promise you.

Wen Cha pinched his palm, for so long, not only did she not find a place to buy vegetables, but she also didn't earn a dime, okay with the waste residue?

"Finally, I want to hug you."

He held her hand and leaned over to hug her, as if he was afraid of the occasion, and his hug was also very light, and after a while, he let go.

He moved his position, and a person walked behind him, carrying a few bags of ingredients in his hand, the man took it, put it in Wen Cha's hand, and whispered, "Go back."

Wen Cha looked at all kinds of ingredients, a little foggy, but he didn't expect that he would draw a picture and get everything done.

"There's lunch in the bag, and you're busy after you've eaten, you know?"

"Thank you, thank you." She gave him an awkward look, then looked away again, "You should go back to lunch too." ”

After saying that, she waved her hand, rolled up her things, and ran away with a puff of smoke.

The man stood there for a moment, then took out the painting and looked at it for a moment before he lifted his feet and left.

Seeing this, the little brother of the cameraman who was chasing Wen Cha gave him a close-up, such a handsome male fan, he usually can't find a lantern.

When Wen Cha found Zhang Yiwen with something, he was already stupid in the flower field, and a group of female fans surrounded him, shouting for him to pick flowers for himself.

This person isn't looking for a wife among fans, right?

She looked at it for a while, turned her head and found a ridge to sit down, and decided to wait for Zhang Yiwen to finish.

She took out the familiar insulated lunch box from the cloth bag, full of vegetables and rice, which instantly captured her stomach.

The big demon king can anger her, and he can also move her not to be unwanted, so annoying.

She hugged the lunch box and ate it to the bottom, and then took out the rock sugar snow pear in another small lunch box to moisten her mouth.

Zhang Yiwen came over after solving the fans, took out a few banknotes from his pocket and asked Wen Cha for credit.

Wen Cha took out a burger packed by a fast food restaurant and threw it to him, "Eat first." ”

Zhang Yiwen's eyes widened, "Where did you come from?" ”

"Sent by a male fan," Wen Cha asked him to look at the ingredients he brought back, and said proudly: "Go out, you have everything, right?"

Zhang Yiwen looked at the hard-earned money in his hands, and then looked at the ingredients, he almost knelt for her, and he was jealous here: "You know that you are so powerful, what flowers do I have?"

He stretched out his hand to Wen Cha to see, "Look, my fingers are full of holes pierced by rose thorns, and they hurt me to death." ”

Wen Cha didn't dare to tell him that it was an acquaintance who sent the things, and said sympathetically: "I want to know that things are so easy to solve, how can I sacrifice your hue, I really pity these skillful hands."

Zhang Yiwen glared at her: "If you want to stimulate me again, I will spit in the braised pork in the afternoon, do you believe it?"

"Are you disgusting?" Wen Cha glared at him, "If you dare to spit, I'll let you eat it yourself, do you believe it?" ”

Zhang Yiwen: "You are more rude than I imagined."

Wen Cha: "You're more shameless than I thought."

"Got it."

"It should."

Zhang Yiwen: "Can we be more disgusting?"

Wen Cha: "It's just you, not us."

Zhang Yiwen: Can "......" still play happily?

Warm Tea: No.

Zhang's translation of "......"

The two exchanged a few words, then walked back with a few bags of food, and met Gu Zhen who sang in the village to earn money, Zhong Lang who caught crabs with his bare hands in the ditch, and Yi Qianxun who ran into the farmer's yard to ask for help, and the most bullish was Zhou Han, who dug a bunch of things from the mountain and came back, and several people saw Wen Cha and Zhang Yiwen returning with a full load, and their eyes widened.

Zhu Lan was dumbfounded and asked, "You went to rob?"

Wen Cha smiled: "The fan sent it."

Zhang Yiwen smiled: "I didn't expect it."

"Fans?" The most surprised was Yi Qianxun, "This corner is so bad, the people in the village probably don't even watch TV, where are the fans?" ”

Zhang Yiwen: "There is a homestay here, don't you know?"

"B&B?" Zhu Lan exclaimed in surprise, "There is a homestay here?!" ”

"That's right," Zhang Yiwen smiled and pointed to the direction, "That area is all homestays and flower fields, there are a lot of tourists, and our things are all given by fans." ”

Nima!

Zhu Lan looked at the skinny crabs in the bucket, and his heart was so stuffed that he almost vomited blood.

If she knew that there was a homestay in front of her, what crabs would she and Zhong Lang catch?!

Zhang Yiwen did not hesitate to remind them, "Gu Zhen is singing there now, there are a lot of fans around, and it is estimated that he is about to make up enough money, if you want to go, hurry up, just to gain some popularity, it's late, those people are going to go up the mountain to pick mushrooms." ”

Zhu Lan + Zhong Lang + Zhou Han + Yi Qianxun: Nima!

After reminding, Zhang Yiwen entered the house with a bag of ingredients.

The rest of the people looked at each other and dropped what they were holdings, as if the madman was running forward.

The shape of the tube is not good, and the most important thing is to get the ingredients.

"In the end, it's all IQ," Zhang Yiwen sighed twice, "If the IQ is higher, can it be so embarrassing?" Sympathize with them. ”

Wen Cha: "...... "fifty steps, what do you laugh at a hundred steps......