C17 It Was All Song Han's Fault

The place chosen by the Program Group was elegant and leisurely. There was an independent villa area like the shooting location. It was located a few miles away from here. There were wild flowers and wild grass on both sides of the road. It was summer, and the heat wave hit their faces. Jee Yuanzhi and the camera arrived at the Orange picking Garden area together. There was a large greenhouse everywhere.

Soong Han had been waiting for a long time. He did not know if he was mentally connected or something, but the two of them wore white clothes at the same time. Soong Han was sitting on an old chair with his pants pulled up high. It was hard for him to match his temperament.

"Soong Han." Jee Yuanzhi knew how to act in the camera. He spread his hands over his head and waved at him exaggeratedly. There was an indelible smile on his face.

Soong Han stood up to welcome him.

Jee Yuanzhi forgot that he had just woken up from alcohol. His legs went soft uncontrollably. With a red and handsome face, he threw himself into Soong Han's arms. Soong Han subconsciously hugged him tightly.

A man grabbed a man's waist and knelt down on one knee. A man looked surprised and worried. From a certain point of view, he seemed to be...?

The owner of the orchard came in time to break the awkwardness, "Since the young man is here, let's come over and pick the strawberries." The owner was a simple northeastern man with a northern accent. He was in his forties and had a beard. He was very cute.

Jee Yuanzhi gritted his teeth in a voice that could not be captured by the camera. "Don't think that I can thank you without targeting you just because you helped me once. We still have a long way to go in the future."

Soong Han smiled and exhaled a breath of warm air into Jee Yuanzhi's ear. He wrapped his arms around Jee Yuanzhi's neck. He also said in a low voice,

"It's still a long time. Let's take it slow. There's no hurry."

Jee Yuanzhi was shouting in his heart. The gentle and harmless movie kings were all fake. He was the one who threatened them with a smile. He was the one who showed his true colors.

Following the forthright northeastern man to pick the oranges, naturally, there would be no need to worry about the details.

Jee Yuanzhi, who grew up with a golden key, did not work on the ground. He picked a lot of green oranges. Only after Soong Han reminded him did he realize it.

"Ah, I'm sorry. I don't know much about this. I've ruined a lot of your oranges."

Master did not care at all. "Don't be like this. What is there to spoil? Happiness comes first."

Jee Yuanzhi nodded with a dry smile. "Hey, hey, hey."

Master drove his big dog to another place.

Jee Yuanzhi repeated the action of standing up and supporting his waist. He glanced at Soong Han, who was looking at him seriously and carefully. He raised his eyebrows.

"How do you know all this?" The camera was facing him. Jee Yuanzhi hid his look of disdain. The others heard it as concern.

"When I was young, my family was not wealthy. People who followed my grandparents often went to the fields. My parents took me to the city. I haven't touched it for many years. It is still a little strange to touch it again."

He pounded his waist. There was a basket full of baskets on his elbows. His tone wasn't very pleasant.

"The weather is very hot. I'm not comfortable. I'll go there and sit for a while. Continue picking."

Jee Yuanzhi looked at the pile of raw oranges in his basket. He kept his mouth shut and continued picking.

Soong Han narrowed his eyes. In the countryside, those days were still very good. He knew a young man. Even if the young man did not remember him after a long time, he did not remember this past.

Jee Yuanzhi had been sulked by Soong Han. In addition to the hot weather, he could not calm down and pick the oranges. Hence, the responsibility became - Soong Han had picked all the oranges, so he did not have any good ones to pick.