Chapter 54: Because I Like Him

The night before leaving, Yu Qinghuan and Zhao Qingyuan agreed to meet at the airport one hour in advance.

The next day, Yu Qinghuan waited in the lounge for a long time but Zhao Qing Qingyuan still didn't show up. He texted him but got no reply.

The radio was reminding that it was time to board. Zhao Qingyuan would miss the flight if he failed to arrive on time. Just when Yu Qinghuan took out the phone and wanted to call Zhao Qingyuan, the latter rushed in with his whole body covered, including his face.

His agent and assistant followed behind, sweat dripping from their faces.

"What the fuck!" Zhao Qingyuan couldn't help swearing at the sight of Yu Qinghuan. He sped up to the departure gate while complaining, "Those paparazzi are everywhere! I can even encounter them on the freeway! I wanted to change lanes to avoid them, but I was caught in a traffic jam. Really not my day today!"

Speaking of which, he took off his sunglasses and the mask on his face and glanced at Yu Qinghuan with doubts who didn't take any measure to hi de himself. "Qinghuan, how do I feel it so weird? By rights, you are popular now, and why have no paparazzi even followed you?"

Yu Qinghuan was a little dumbfounded and puzzled by his question, too.

It was indeed weird! Since he entered the entertainment circle, no paparazzi had ever followed him.

He was now living in his company's apartment. Paparazzi couldn't miss his address. So, why was that?

"Perhaps it is good luck?" Seeing that he could not tell why, either, Zhao Qingyuan smiled and said this casually.

"Maybe." Yu Qinghuan frowned and pressed the question to the bottom of his heart.

Zhao Qingyuan ran all the way here. He was so worn out that he even wasn't so noisy like before. After saying hello to Yu Qinghuan, he covered himself with a blanket and fell asleep. He snored all the way. When he got off the plane, Yu Qinghuan pulled him out of the sofa bed with great difficulty.

The program filming crew had arrived in City Hai long ago. Before the two could react after getting off the plane, the director smiled to them in an exaggerating manner and pretended to turn on the camera. Zhao Qingyuan quickly hid behind Yu Qinghuan and tidied up for quite a while before he dared to come forward.

"I was lying to you! The real shooting will begin after we arrive at the site." The director pretended not to ignore Zhao Qingyuan's fiery eyes and continued, "You are already familiar with the script, right? The theme of this episode is to experience rural life. We will set out when everyone is here."

Young People Want High had four guests in each episode. Now two of them were already in place, so they're expecting the other two.

Feeling curious, Zhao Qingyuan immediately forgot his hatred just now and leaned to the director and asked, "Who are the other two?"

"One is Tong Qin," this time, the director didn't joke around anymore, but answered truthfully, "It's the campus belle of a drama school who just entered the circle this year, and the other one is…"

He smiled, "Someone you and Qinghuan both know. It's Wang Chengcheng, the female lead of The Line of Life and Death."

"It's her?" Zhao Qingyuan was taken aback at first, then his face darkened immediately. His assistant was shocked and took a step back quickly.

"Qingyuan!" Yu Qinghuan frowned and called him, he stretched out his hand and dragged Zhao Qingyuan to a corner, "You should be a little more restrained."

Zhao Qingyuan's character was obviously very good. He was kind, helpful to friends, and conscientious in his work. But he could not hide his emotions. Those emotions in his heart would immediately appear on his face.

Those who knew behind-the-scenes stories knew that he hated Wang Chengcheng. Those who had no idea why he was heaving like this would think he was truly a poster.

Zhao Qingyuan also knew that he was overreacting just now. He grabbed his hair and said angrily to Yu Qinghuan, "Why is she everywhere? I'm really sick of her! Many years ago, I cooperated with her once. Her team kept sending canned copies every day, saying she was my dream lover, which really made me sick! If she dares to drag me on again this time, I will let her beg for her death!"

"All right, calm down," Yu Qinghuan patted him on the back, "We can just stay away from her."

"You may not know! That woman is like a sticky candy!" Zhao Qingyuan took out his mobile phone, clicked on the search page and handed it to Yu Qinghuan. "Look at the news about her. All the male actors who have ever worked with her would all attracted by her charm! Who gives her the courage?"

"It's no use getting upset." Yu Qinghuan advised him. "You can't quit the program now. Come on, hurry up and tidy up your facial expression. Someone is coming over there."

Zhao Qingyuan also knew that this was not the time for being self-willed and could only heave a sigh and followed Yu Qinghuan unwillingly.

Wang Chengcheng and Tong Qin came together. She was still so beautiful and elegant in contrast to Tong Qin, who looked a bit stiff.

She said hello to the program crew first, then turned to Zhao Qingyuan cheerfully, as if she wanted to pick up some talk with him. Unexpectedly, after having worked together for so long, Zhao Qingyuan still didn't give her any face. He did not even look at her and walked away directly.

"Maybe Zhao ge has something urgent to deal with." This did not embarrass her at all. She nodded at Yu Qinghuan and boarded the bus arranged by the program crew with a smile, so lithe and graceful.

This made Zhao Qingyuan even angrier and his face was gloomy all the way.

The program crew seemed to have a repulsive addiction. In the last episode, they arranged a budget tour making the guests all suffer. And in this episode, they set the shooting place in a remote mountain village.

The guests should not only stay here for three days but also help the villagers to cultivate the land and even have to feed themselves.

The village was very closed with only a narrow path led to the county. Bicycles were the main means of transportation in the village. Only people with better conditions would have motorcycles.

It was early May, every family had gathered a pile of cow dung at the gate, covered with plastic, waiting for the cow dung to ferment and be sprinkled into the ground as fertilizer.

The smell floating in the air was very unpleasant. Even Wang Chengcheng, who paid special attention to maintaining her image all the time, couldn't help covering her nose in front of everyone.

"Oh my god!" Zhao Qingyuan had never been to such a place in his life. When he stepped on the second lump of cow dung, he couldn't help jumping up and yelled, "This is killing me! This is killing me! Is it too late to quit the program now?!"

He looked at his feet in horror as if he was going to cut them off and throw them away.

"You use your eyes for panting?" Yu Qinghuan threw him a pack of paper towels and hurried away from him.

"I won't wipe it with my hands." Zhao Qingyuan retched twice and walked forward in an awkward posture, just like an ancient food-binding Chinese woman. "When I get to my residence, I will throw these shoes away!"

However, when he saw the house they were about to love in, he immediately swallowed his words.

"Are we going to live here?" He stared at the adobe house in front of him with his eyes wide open. He was stunned, "What if…this house collapse while we are sleeping?"

"Don't worry, it won't," the director put on his standard smile again, "A detached small house with a yard. You can even call it a villa."

Yu Qinghuan held his forehead. Although he had a bland temperament, he also felt that the director was too shameless, not to mention Zhao Qingyuan. However, he reminded himself that he had already entered the shooting stage and tried to suppress his anger in the heart.

The director added, "There are two cement beds in this house. Chengcheng and Qinqin sleep on the one in the east and you two, the west. I'll have food and tableware delivered later. Whether you can eat depends on your own."

Zhao Qingyuan had a spur to cry into the sky, but next second his eyes were beaming and he turned to Yu Qinghuan, "It doesn't matter! Qinghuan can cook!"

"Huh?" The director looked over to Qinghuan in surprise, then jokingly said to the photographer, "Then we should give Qinghuan more shots later."

The director actually laughed contemptuously in his heart. Yu Qinghuan could cook? Did he mean instant noodles?

The four lived together in pairs and went into their rooms respectively. Not until they entered their room did they realize how crazy the program crew was.

Although the house did not leak air and rain, it was full of dust everywhere. There were even many spider webs on the roof. It seemed that no one had lived in it for a long time.

"I'd rather die than live here!" Zhao Qingyuan stood in the middle of the ground with a pair of blank eyes, almost was about to cry. He finally had the courage to take part in a variety show after so many years. He thought that the National Television would be high-end, magnificent and classy, but he didn't expect it to be like this!

"Clean up the house before you die." Yu Qinghuan walked beside him, found a plastic basin on the ground, and carried it up. "You find a rag, I'll go and fetch a basin of water first."

Zhao Qingyuan nodded with a bitter face, covered his nose and began to rummage around.

The program group had not yet completely dehumanized, and filled the water tank with water in advance. Yu Qinghuan scooped up half a basin of water. Just as he was going to go back, he met Wang Chengcheng. He politely said hello and pushed the door open and walked into the west room.

"Qinghuan!" Zhao Qingyuan heard the sound and came with a small flowerpot in his hand. "Come on, give me some water. My cactus needs some water."

Before Yu Qinghuan could speak, he grabbed some water carefully with his palms and sprinkled them into the flowerpot, saying, "I found this little thing on the cement bed. It is still very strong in vitality. I don't know how long it hasn't been watered but it is still pretty green."

No matter when, green life could always give people hope, especially after Zhao Qingyuan had suffered such a series of blows. He held up the basin of cactus and cheerfully said to Yu Qinghuan, "After we clean the house, we will put it on the windowsill and the room would look vivid."

"Qinghuan, what do you think?"

"Not so good," Yu Qinghuan gave him a complex look, "Qingyuan, didn't you even notice this cactus is fake?"

"What?" Zhao Qingyuan was stunned.

Zhao Qingyuan, who was deeply frustrated, dared not to speak again. He tidied up the house together with Yu Qinghuan with a bleak appearance, while the director aside was overjoyed. He said, "Oh man, we gotta keep this part!"

As for Zhao Qingyuan's image, the director's OS was it had nothing to do with him.

After two hours of cleaning, the room was barely habitable. But before they had a rest, the director sent them a lot of things.

"You help me make the fire," Yu Qinghuan washed his hands and went to the hearth to say to Zhao Qingyuan, "I'll cook."

The program group was still conscientious about the food delivered. The food they sent included pakchoi, chili, potatoes, and even a piece of superior marbled meat. Yu Qinghuan already knew what to cook after a quick glance.

"But I… I know nothing about it." Zhao Qingyuan's eyes staring at the hearth, completely at a loss about how to start.

Yu Qinghuan felt totally speechless. He could only pick up some firewood himself and fill them into the hearth. It took him a lot of effort to make the fire. Then he got up and offered the seat to Zhao Qingyuan, saying, "Watch out, don't let the fire fall outside."

This was a simple job. Zhao Qingyuan immediately accepted the task and obediently moved a small bench to sit in front of the hearth, staring at the burning flames inside.

While Yu Qinghuan was washing the vegetables, Wang Chengcheng and Tong Qin also came out. Seeing that they had already started cooking, they were surprised, "Can you cook? Seriously???"

Their surprise was not out of reason. Even the two girls both felt numb when they heard they need to cook. At the moment, they could barely force themselves to go on doing all this, not to mention two men.

"A little bit." Yu Qinghuan fished out the washed green vegetables, and said to the two while peeling the potatoes, "Do you need a share?"

As the sound of the words just fell, Wang Chengcheng immediately shook her head, giggling, "No, thank you, Qinghuan, we can also cook."

Now many stars had started selling down-to-earth images. Wang Chengcheng's affinity route would naturally not give Yu Qinghuan the opportunity to show off at the moment. After turning him down, she immediately turned to the other hearth and directed Tong Qin to start cooking.

Yu Qinghuan planned to make a chili stir-fried pork, a sour and spicy potato shreds, and a pakchoi streaky pork soup. Coincidentally, after asking him, Wang Chengcheng also decided to make the same dishes as him.

Taking advantage that they were collecting firewood, Zhao Qingyuan leaned to Yu Qinghuan's ear and said discontentedly, "Why did you tell her what dishes you would cook? She must want to do the same thing as you on purpose! Coincidence? Bah!"

Yu Qinghuan shoved a bundle of firewood into his hands and said with a smile, "You will know later."

This northern-style cooking hearth was familiar to Yu Qinghuan. He often used it during filming in his previous life, so he could manage it at ease. Soon, under the stunned gaze of the staff from the program team, he skillfully cooked three dishes.

Hot pepper fried with bean paste smelled delicious and made one salivate. Sour and spicy potato shreds were uniform in thickness, bright in color and excellent in appearance, while pakchoi soup was pleasing to the eye and tasted especially refreshing.

"Di… director," one staff gulped down a mouthful of saliva and stared at the three dishes like a starving wolf. "Can we go and have a taste?"

Although they were all just some ordinary home-cooked dishes, Qinghuan made them look so yummy!!!

He really wanted to have a taste, even one bite would be OK!

"Go away," the director swiped his saliva at the corner of his mouth and reproached him, "There's not enough for starving wolves like you!"

Fine! The staff bowed his head sourly. When he was trying to ask the director about their own meals, the director, who put on a face of righteousness just now, had already walked to Yu Qinghuan with a drooling face.

"Well … Qinghuan, I haven't eaten yet, could you, I mean…"

The staff, "…"

In sharp contrast to Yu Qinghuan, Wang Chengcheng and Tong Qin were in a total mess. Wang Chengcheng was not skilled in cooking at all, and it was the first time for her to use such kind of hearth that required manual fire-burning. They were in a hurry-scurry and appeared extremely flustered.

Especially when she was making stir-frying chili, the hot air surged up instantly, making Wang Chengcheng throw her spatula and run out quickly because the fire under the hearth was too fierce.

Tong Qin could not cook, so she abided by Wang Chengcheng's words. The child was too honest. She really didn't do anything under Wang Chengcheng's instruction. So, when Wang Chengcheng came back again, the ingredients in the pot had burned, which was horrible to even look at.

"Hahahahaha! Feels so damn awesome!" Zhao Qingyuan couldn't help laughing face upwards seeing the hurry-scurry looks of the two girls through the camera, ��Every ill woman has her ill day! This trip is really worth it no matter how bitter it would be!"

"Now you know why I told her the menu?" Yu Qinghuan slowly wiped his hands and smiled.

Zhao Qingyuan was stunned, then gave Yu Qinghuan a thumbs-up secretly, "Brilliant!"

On the other side, Huo Qu's family was watching at the door of Huo Qu's room, looking at the books and materials all over the floor in a daze. "Qu, what are you doing?"

Why did he suddenly empty out all these things? Could it be that their third son wanted to change another room?

"I'm going to see Qinghuan," said Huo Qu without looking up, continuing to sort out his precious books.

"You don't need to take all these even if you're going to see Qinghuan", said Huo Rong suspiciously, "Qinghuan wouldn't use those things."

"I'm gonna move in with Qinghuan," he then added after a pause. "I have to stay at his home and wait for him to come back."

"But… Why?" Mrs. Huo was confused by what he said and asked subconsciously.

Huo Qu had a bad feeling and motioned Huo Qu to stop. Just as he was about to rush over to cover Huo Qu's mouth, he heard Huo Qu say earnestly and firmly, "Because I likehim, I like him very much."

Yu Qinghuan had always believed that he and Huo Qu were bound to bear more burden. That was why he was anxious to pave the future road all by himself so that Huo Qu could just need to go down this road flatly and frankly.

But what he thought might be too ideal.

His Huo Qu may never be as powerful and considerate as others' boyfriends. He had no sense of the world, did not understand how to communicate with other people, and even could not find the place where he had lived for more than 20 years.

However, that person would wait until midnight for a phone call from him, shed tears for his sorrows, overcame his own natural shortcomings for him, knocked on his door in cold winter nights with wounds on his face, and spoke out his feelings to his family loudly and openly with courage that ordinary people did not have.

From the first cry of Qinghuan's last life, from the first time Qinghuan led him to cross the road, Huo Qu had already grasped the future of the two men with indomitable courage and determination.