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An Xumo didn't think that such a minor injury would scare others, but after he said he was okay, Zhou Jinshen still took the basket from him and gave it to Xiao Yang aside. The man turned around and called aside the logistic staff to ask for the medical box. What An Xumo didn't expect was that Zhou Jinshen, who had no expression, took over the treatment of wounds, which should have been done by the staff.

The tall, handsome man didn't say a word, but silently held the pinched right hand, and carefully wiped the red and swollen wound with a sterile cotton swab. Zhou Jinshen's expression was very serious, but his movements were very gentle, not only An Xumo, but even the staff around him did not respond.

For a guest of this level, such as Zhou Jinshen, the show team will not forcibly tag him to set up a person, and the guests are unlikely to cooperate. Zhou Jinshen has never left such a delicate and intimate feeling before. His appearance is indeed unconsciously attracting people, but his momentum is always rejecting people, and no one expected him to be so direct. In front of the camera, it shows a kind and considerate patience of the brother next door.

An Xumo, who was really involved, was even more affected than the curious onlookers.

It is summer, and the palms wet by the sea are still cold. An Xumo did not dare to think about the body temperature uploaded by his right hand. He was too cold, and he always felt that the warmth of the other party could burn into a hot flame.

When Zhou Jinshen had halfway through the emergency response, watching the man sideways to make room for the action of shooting the image, An Xumo remembered that the program was still recording. Zhou Jinshen's movements are very appropriate. An Xumo has taken a short course of photogenic courses. He noticed that Zhou Jinshen's movements and posture have chosen a way that is very suitable for the lens presentation. It is also this way that reminds An Xumo of her current environment.

In fact, An Xumo's heart was still a little uneasy about the black hole | hole camera next to it. He has always treated the photo shoot as a job, and has not adapted to showing his true emotions in front of the camera. This is also one of the reasons why he said that he didn't get in the way. If An Xumo chooses, he will definitely choose to deal with himself quietly outside the lens.

However, the cameraman who shot the two of them was Zhou Jinshen's follower. This kind of lens is also part of the content of Zhou Tian. In addition, Zhou Jinshen's action is efficient. The injury has been dealt with.

When the two dealt with the wound, Han Ming who followed from the beach also noticed Zhou Jinshen's follow-up. He looked more dim at An Xumo, and turned to Zhou Jinshen when he turned to his eyes. Obvious suspicious.

The wind on the beach was getting stronger and the sky was getting more gloomy. After An Xumo's wound was treated, the group set off to return to the stone house built on the beach. Yan Xiangzheng and Zhang Zhiwei, who were discussing the furnishings, came to the house, and began a series of bargains with the directors.

Three people's baskets were poured into the basin for liquidation. Han Ming had the largest number, and Zhou Jinshen's basket also had a lot of things. But both of them lost to An Xumo on the first visual impact-the mighty big lobster was still shaking the tongs, and the basin was chasing other small crabs.

These loot were finally exchanged for enough six people to use the ingredients for two days, rice noodles, meat and eggs, and seafood. An Xumo's retrieved the key to the ingredients was also very exciting. According to the convention, the person who picked up the key should choose the ingredients, but An Xumo only said that he could do everything and gave the choice. To two seniors. In the end, chef Zhang Zhiwei took the lead and chose six fat and fresh sea crabs.

After taking the ingredients back, you have to deal with them yourself. This kind of real life scene and the difficulties faced by the stars during the process are also one of the selling points of "Sunday". But this time, the scenes of the director's group that had been envisioned before did not appear.

The filming on the beach in the second season has already been done once. During the first episode of recording, Yi Tianming and Han Ming, who were responsible for processing the ingredients, had a serious worry about the living seafood. During the second recording this time, the two who had learned the previous lesson were preparing to continue their fight against seafood. As a result, the two of them were not busy for a long time, but were shocked by Zhou Jinshen.

After just taking care of the medicine, Zhou Jinshen's performance once again exceeded the expectations of most people present-his skill in handling ingredients is more obvious than Han Ming and Yi Tianming who have been practicing for a whole season. Much stronger.

The two originally intended to teach their experience to the new guests were a little embarrassed, but soon they were attracted by Zhou Jinshen's actions to take care of these details. The most difficult to handle fresh shrimp in the pot took less than ten minutes in Zhou Jinshen's hands. He only used a dagger with a palm length | head, and swiped the shrimp on the back, which was very difficult to clean. The line was completely cleaned out.

Zhou Jinshen's actions seemed extremely easy, but when Yi Tianming, who was eager to try, eager to follow the lesson, he couldn't clean the shrimp line even after poking for more than a dozen knives. In the end, the shrimp was no longer good. When the trash is cleaned up. The camera turned back to Zhou Jinshen, and he still easily made a knife, and even the attracted Zhang Zhiwei and Yan Xiangxi couldn't help but sigh.

The director's group unexpectedly harvested such a bright spot, and naturally shot enough. Everyone was very surprised by Zhou Jinshen's cooking skills. Only An Xumo looked at it quietly, without showing a surprised look.

Because of healing, Zhou Jinshen has been going to the mountains for more than half a year since he was twelve years old. It is not surprising that he would have these things. When returning from the mountain for the first time, Zhou Jinshen also cooked a meal for a brother he hadn't seen in more than six months.

It's just that these memories only end in that year.

Except that Zhou Jinshen's action attracted the camera, the glorious and injured An Xumo could not escape Zhang Zhiwei's eyes. While the three were still processing the ingredients, Zhang Zhiwei called An Xumo aside. The concern in his voice was obvious: "Is this just hurt? Does it hurt?"

On the side, Yan Xiangyi looked at him and said "Oh," he didn't have any prejudice against An Xumo originally. In addition, the other party just took the initiative to give out the choice of ingredients, and he felt that the child was sensible: What happened, has the wound been treated? "

An Xumo was injured in exchange for the concern of three people, and sometimes he was in a mess. He was busy: "It's okay, I just applied the medicine."

"How can we just apply the medicine?" Zhang Zhiwei brought the medicine box in his home and took out a roll of gauze from it. "It's not good to wrap it up and touch it again later."

From childhood to age, An Xumo has hardly accepted the kindness of people around him. The Zhou family need not say that the schoolmates are also family children with a background similar to that of the Zhou family. Even the teacher will discuss his life experience behind the scenes. An Xumo will do the last finale, and he will also perform extremely difficult movements, but he really does not face such strange goodwill.

"No more trouble, thank you Teacher Zhang, I'm fine ..."

"Just call Uncle Zhang," Zhang Zhiwei waved his hand. "Come on, Xiang Ye will help you. I'll wrap Xiao Mo with the wound."

An Xumo was even more uneasy when he heard it, how he bothered to trouble the two seniors: "Really, really don't need to ..."

Zhang Zhiwei laughed: "Silly boy, are you afraid of being ugly? It's okay, the tough guy image was popular ten years ago, and we don't pay attention to this now."

Yan Xiangxuan also said, "It's not convenient to expose the wounds, and you will have to eat for a while. It won't be good if you encounter them. Let's bandage them."

An Xumo wasn't thinking about the image, but he hadn't waited for him to speak. Zhang Zhiwei had called an assistant director next to him and explained a few words to him.

After the deputy guide went away, Zhang Zhiwei said: "Relax, the lens has been moved away. This section will not be broadcast, and it will definitely not affect your image. Just wait for them to avoid your wound when they edit it later. There will be no delay. "

An Xumo really couldn't refuse this time. The two helped him to bandage him briefly and protect the wound. While thanking An Xumo, he couldn't help remembering the incident that Zhou Jinshen had helped him apply medicine. .

He thought of the camera next to him, and some vague emotions appeared in his heart.

Zhou Jinshen and Zhang Zhiwei's handling of this matter are totally two attitudes, which can't help An Xumo's confusion. The former just made him think of working with the camera seriously at all times, and the latter told him that there are some things that can be avoided by the camera.

An Xumo thought about it, maybe he has too little experience in dealing with the lens himself. When he works more time, maybe he can understand the tricks.

After An Xumo was pulled away and bandaged, Han Ming's eyes fell on the door of the room where the three of them were accidentally or unintentionally. After the ingredients were almost processed, Han Ming used an excuse to pick up the water, and when he walked to a remote corner outside the camera, the expression on his face immediately cooled down.

He frowned and made a phone call. After connecting over there, Han Ming looked around and made sure that there was no one beside him, then he whispered: "Xiao | Aunt, I'm Han Ming, yes, I'm recording Zhou Tian. "

Without a few words of embarrassment, Han Ming went straight to the subject: "Xiao | Auntie, didn't you talk about it before? Brother Shen also agreed with me on a couple propaganda plan, or a contract signed by Xin Zimai."

"No, he didn't cooperate," Han Ming pinched the bridge of his nose anxiously. "The director also took a lot of shots of both of us, but Brother Shen, he took special care of another newcomer today, and let the camera I shot him applying medicine ... "

"I know, I know," Han Ming took a deep breath and calmed down. "I'm not in a hurry. I just don't quite understand. What does Brother Shen mean?"

The fire behind kept burning into my heart, as if a hand was constantly adding firewood. In front of him was the chill of a falling ice cave, with cold hands and feet. An Xumo struggled for a long time to catch a little light. He tried his best to climb up from the abyss of ice and fire, and after a while, realized that he had opened his eyes.

It was dark all around, it was late, there were no lights in the room, only some light was seen through the door gap not far away. An Xumo found himself lying on his back, the feeling of fire on his back had subsided a lot, and it seemed to be covered with medicine. There was a faint voice from outside the room, An Xumo turned his ear to listen, a familiar male voice: "When he wakes up, call me, I'll find someone to take him back. Now I have to go, I still have something over there. "

An Xumo's thoughts were still a little dull. For a moment, he didn't tell whose voice it was. Another person was asking if he would go home tonight. The first voice escaped two sentences, and the outside movement suddenly disappeared Already.

An Xumo sat up on the edge of the bed, the back was slightly numb, and it didn't hurt much anymore. He fumbled for a pair of slippers by the bed, and couldn't see anything in the dark. Subconsciously, An Xumo walked towards the lighted door, and then opened the half-covered door.

If he knew what the people outside were doing, he wouldn't be so reckless, but regretted that it was too late, and An Xumo was surprised to find that it was a doctor's office outside the house.

Of course, there is nothing surprising in the hospital. The main fact is that two people are standing in the doctor's office and kissing.

The person facing away from An Xumo was Xin Zimai, and the hair tips in the back of his head were slightly curled, so it was easy to recognize. The man who kissed him was also a man. The man was wearing a white coat of a hospital and wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, which was more than half a meter taller than the Xinzimai of 1.8 meters.

He looked so gentle, his eyes sharpened with sharp eyes that couldn't be masked.

An Xumo was a little embarrassed at once, and he didn't dare to make a voice, fearing that he would startle with his back to Xin Zimai. After seeing a strange gesture to his strange man, An Xumo stepped back cautiously again.

The door was half open, and the voice outside the house came in clearly. Xin Zimai's voice was clearly flustered: "What are you doing ..."

The other man's voice had a faint smile: "It's just a list of tasks before marriage, we have to complete them one by one."

This tone sounded a lot milder than the man's eyes when he just saw it. Although An Xumo didn't understand, he still sat by the bed and waited. He touched his back, and he was wrapped in a bandage. Living.

"I won't be with you ..." Xin Zimai said in a half and swallowed back, his voice a little farther away: "I have to go ... hey, is the door of that compartment just opened, Xiaoan wake up? "

An Xumo was startled, but what he didn't expect was that the man who had seen him clearly said, "No, that's just it."

"Really ..." Xin Zimai's voice was still a little doubtful, but he didn't seem to want to stay here too much, just hurriedly saying "then I'm gone" and leaving.

"I'll call you when he wakes up," said another man.

"Trouble."

After closing the door, the room finally quieted down, and a sound of light footsteps came. A man pushed open the door of the compartment and reached out to turn on the light in the room: "Are you awake?"

An Xumo realized that the place where he slept was an isolated lounge. The space here was very small, basically only one bed and two chairs were put down. Seeing him looking at the furnishings in the house, the man at the door said, "Non-critical patients must not occupy beds. You sleep in my lounge. Rest assured, the sheets have been changed."