After Rebirth, I Decided To Inherit the Family Property

The remaining few hours were spent in the hum of the engraving machine.

Song Yunran made the wood carving handily. After completing his monica, he watched others in the workshop and classroom, which invisibly caused great psychological pressure on the other guests.

In the end, because the people talked a lot, two other groups of guests complained, and the director was called to the next door to record the interview.

When he comes back, Qin Ke's woodcarving works are almost finished.

Song Yunran walked over to take a look and smiled.

It turns out that Qin Ke is not an omnipotent person. For example, the wood carving in front of him is obviously not a skill he is good at. I don't know where something went wrong during the engraving process. When I painted it, I was still wronged by the puppies, but now they have somehow changed their expressions of joy.

"It's not like it at all."

Song Yunran shook his head and sighed like an old father checking his children's homework.

Qin Ke glanced at him: "But it's cute, isn't it?"

Song Yunran thought for a while: "It seems to make sense."

He sat in the seat next to him, waited for Qin Ke to polish the surface texture of the woodcarving with sandpaper, and then took a closer look, and found that, as Qin Ke described it, this puppy had a silly temperament by mistake. .

Just looking at it makes people feel good, and even wants to giggle with it.

Qin Ke observed his expression and asked softly, "Will you give it to you?"

Suddenly, Shao Qian next to him slipped one hand, and a long scratch was drawn on the wooden block.

He raised his head in a complicated mood and looked at the two of Xinghe opposite, his heart filled with exhaustion and speechlessness.

It’s just a wooden sculpture. You don’t have to be so gentle. People who don’t know think you want to give a ring.

However, when Song Yunran heard this sentence, it was a completely opposite meaning.

He still remembers that the teacher in the kindergarten taught the children to origami. He folded two small animals that couldn't be seen in their original form. He decided to take them home and give them to his parents.

He was too familiar with the plot.

But after another thought, he felt a little burden in his heart.

It's too blatant. What if Qin Ke's filial piety is seen by the audience?

Netizens nowadays know how to make up for it.

If they misunderstand this pure father-son relationship as another dirty transaction...

Thinking of this, Song Yunran had to reluctantly refuse: "You can keep it for yourself."

He said so, but his eyes hung straight on the puppy, reluctant to move the slightest away.

Qin Ke couldn't figure out why he was duplicity. He only felt that his tearful and declining appearance was especially like a kid who refused to accept the money for the holidays. He put his hands behind his back to show his determination, but his eyes were full of thick words. Strong desire.

So he thought for a moment, then raised his eyes and looked at the chief director among the crowd.

Director: "...?"

I have to say that Qin Ke's acting skills are truly outstanding.

At this moment, he didn't say a word, but only relied on his eyes to indicate, as if he had said a thousand words.

After a brief look at each other, the chief director suddenly felt blessed and seemed to understand a lot.

She feels that Qin Ke is suggesting that she add a link where guests give each other wood carvings, but she can't make a final judgment just by looking at them.

But exchanging gifts...

It's really a good idea to think about it. For example, the ghost-like ugly thing carved by Wan Yuzhe, the reaction of another guest after sending it out will definitely be a joke in this issue.

While the chief director was exhausted, Song Yunran suddenly left the camera and came to her side.

Song Yunran looked serious: "Are you free, discuss something with you."

"you say."

Before the words finished, the director-general saw Song Yunran reach out to Guan Mai, and quickly stopped, "Why do this trick again! Mr. Song, can you cooperate with us in the filming?"

Song Yunran explained: "This time it is a real trade secret."

He lowered his voice mysteriously, "Can you contact the people in charge of the village?"

"...What are you doing?"

Song Yunran was idle for a while, and briefly introduced his Hualing Village tourism development plan: "Of course it depends on their own wishes. If it doesn't work, I can only find another place."

The chief director was shocked.

As the leader of the whole group, she always receives many "complaints" about the Galaxy Group, most of which come from their photographers. The main complaint is of course Song Yunran, who does not play cards according to routines and is too naive in words and deeds. , It is totally inconsistent with the "new generation business elite" personality set by the program group originally.

The result was Song Yunran, who started planning and development for Hualing Village without a sound.

As early as the preparation stage, when the program team selected the site, they deliberately selected a few mountain villages with underdeveloped economy and sufficiently beautiful scenery in order to film variety shows and help local villagers by the way. "The power of attracting more tourists.

Song Yunran's ideas coincided with the program group.

The chief director will naturally not object: "I have a phone number from the village committee, can I arrange a time for you to meet and talk?"

Song Yunran waved his hand: "No, you can first ask them if they want it. If you have news, just let me know. If you can, ask them to contact my assistant, and let him worry about the rest."

The chief director knows his heart.

Song Yunran is the president after all, so he only needs to invest and wait to make money.

She nodded, thinking that since the program team came forward to communicate initially, she asked one more question: "Apart from this, do you have any other ideas?"

Song Yunran pondered for a moment, and then smiled embarrassedly: "Wait, can we add another gift-giving link?"

Director: "???"

I’m now discussing the bright future of Hualing Village with you, don’t force me to fan...

Forget it, she didn't dare to fan.

Song Yunran didn't realize how different the painting styles of these two dialogues were.

He frowned and his face was slightly reddishly: "You can be happy, okay."

The chief director is numb: "Okay."

After all six people completed the woodcarving work, the chief director announced this provisional rule.

Suddenly, there were people on the scene gratifying inwardly, and some people were ashamed.

Shao Qian wrote the word disgust all over his body: "Should I exchange in the same group? Forgive me. If I must choose, I am definitely willing to ask Mr. Song's Samoyed."

Wan Yuzhe, the disgusted person, said coldly: "Really? I think Qin Kediao's puppy is also very cute, or you can keep the grass by yourself."

"...?" Shao Qian retorted angrily, "I carved a flower!"

Song Yunran watched silently. He could see now that this must be another flirting and flirting.

But this is their fault. How can the CP quarrel implicate the innocent father and son next to him?

So he squeezed monica into Qin Ke's hands quickly, before waiting for the other party to have a way, and quickly took away the puppy with a sudden change in painting style, and held the woodcarving tightly in his hand, lest others would reach out. grab.

Qin Ke looked down, looked at his cautious appearance, and smiled silently.

After dinner, some regulations were recorded. At about eleven o'clock, the director team announced that everyone could go back to the room and rest.

Song Yunran now has a certain psychological shadow about returning to the room to rest.

He carefully pulled Qin Ke and checked every corner of the room.

"I'm afraid they will pretend to be gods and ghosts again." Song Yunran analyzed seriously, "And there will be a treasure hunt tomorrow, and I haven't given a clue until now. Maybe there are traps lying in ambush."

Qin Ke thought for a while: "Have you checked at the hot spring?"

Song Yunran was stunned for a moment: "It's really not there."

The hotel’s own Tangchi is very close to the snowy area where he painted the dog in the afternoon, probably subconsciously, and he has not been close to it since he came back.

"Go and see." Qin Ke said.

The two changed their jackets and opened the wooden door of the living room in the dark.

The wronged dog painted in the afternoon was almost completely covered by fresh snow.

Only the last handful of tails were left out, and when someone else came over, there was no way to see what it was.

But both of them tacitly avoided that small area, like guarding some secret memory, bypassing the puppies that once existed there, and did not step on it for half a step.

Going forward through the corridor full of lanterns, the steaming Tangchi entered their field of vision.

This should be a natural hot spring, surrounded by simple stones hewn out of the edge of the soup pond, and a few dim yellow floor lamps spread out under the feet, and the mist evaporates light.

The air is full of the clear smell of winter snow, mixed with the faint sulphur smell of hot springs, it does not smell pungent, but makes people want to jump in and enjoy the refreshing journey.

Song Yunran was tired all day, looking at Tang Chi in front of him, he felt that it was inviting him.

He hesitated for less than three seconds between "keep looking for clues" and "just play it and then talk about it", and he happily chose the latter.

"Why don't we have a bath!"

He stopped in a posture that no one would stop me, "Since the best room is selected, the facilities inside should not be wasted, otherwise the hot springs may cry."

Qin Ke paused: "The two of us?"

"Do you want to call someone else?" Song Yunran was a little worried, "but this pool is not big enough."

The point of the problem is not here.

But as long as Qin Ke lowered his head a little, he could see the look of Xiao Song full of expectations at a glance.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally gave an "um" to agree.

Song Yunran heaved a sigh of relief.

He did consume a lot of energy from skiing today, and the ups and downs brought about by being honored as his father made him really tired at the moment, and he urgently needs to devote himself to the embrace of nature to regain his energy.

But this is an open-air hot spring, the surrounding lights are at best an atmosphere group, and the lighting function is almost negligible.

If Qin Ke didn't accompany him, he really didn't dare to go into the water alone.

Considering the cold weather outside, it is not realistic to come back from the room after taking a shower.

At the beginning of the design of the hotel, an extra small shower room was built next to the soup pond with all the items in it, saving the guests the pain of being cold back and forth.

Song Yunran did not show his father's humility at all, and was the first to enter the shower room to take a shower. When he was ready to come out, he hesitated.

Everyone knows that hot springs cannot be soaked in clothes.

"...It's okay, it's all men, and he's still my son."

Song Yunran slowly fastened a bath towel around his waist, doing psychological improvement for himself, "Between father and son, what can't you see!"

Although he said decisively, his opening the door was still a few beats slower than usual.

But soon, the bitter cold wind blew all his sanity away.

Standing outside waiting, Qin Ke turned his head, only to see a figure screaming out of the shower room, making a weird scream as he ran, and then a limit flashed, and he rushed into the soup pond.

He fixed his eyes and realized that the creature just now was Song Yunran.

The hot springs brought Song Yunran to life.

Knowing that his performance was too shameful, he cleared his throat: "It's really scary. You wait and move faster, otherwise I'm afraid you will freeze into an ice sculpture halfway through."

"…good."

Qin Ke held back his smile and nodded seriously.

The door of the shower room closed again, and only Song Yunran was left outside.

He became scared subconsciously, not daring to look around, his back pressed against the smooth pool wall, praying that Qin Ke would come out quickly.

Qin Ke seemed to hear his inner call.

Within a few minutes, the sound of the wooden door opening sounded like a sound of heaven.

Song Yunran's heartbeat suddenly speeded up inexplicably.

He immersed his body in the hot spring and did not turn his head to look at it.

But even if he didn't watch it, the sound of water clashed after a while, let him know that Qin Ke was in the water.

Song Yunran felt a little bit awkward in his heart. He clenched his fists to cheer and cheer for himself. After making sufficient preparations, he turned his head as if nothing had happened. "You..."

Then it got stuck.

Qin Ke probably wanted to come to him, but he was still standing in the Tangchi.

The water in the pool was not deep, only slightly under his waist and abdomen, and couldn't stop the beautiful, well-proportioned muscle line that descended from his shoulders and necks.

"Um?"

Qin Ke thought he had something to say, so he went to sit down next to him, turned his face and said, "What did you just want to say?"

Getting closer, Song Yunran's eyes didn't even know where to look.

He stared at the man's sunken and straight collarbone in a daze, before staggering his gaze after a while: "Oh, I want to say, did you see a clue in the shower."

Qin Ke: "...The program crew shouldn't install cameras in the shower."

"?"

…Also, the part of finding clues must be photographed to be effective material.

In this way, there will be no clues in the shower room.

After all, they are a serious variety show that abides by the law.

Song Yunran slowly exhaled, disgusting why he was so twitchy.

He secretly looked at the lines of Qin Ke's shoulders with his gaze, then quietly squeezed his arm, a strong envy surged in his heart.

Don't know why, it is always difficult for him to develop obvious lines.

The muscles are always thin. It sounds like a juvenile figure, but it looks like a weak chicken when it sounds bad.

It would be great if it could be like Qin Ke, Song Yunran thought, it would not be overly exaggerated but the texture is clear, which makes people want to...

…

What do you want to do?

Song Yunran was taken aback by his sudden thoughts, and instantly became confused. His cheeks that had been steamed by the hot spring became even hotter, and even his ears and the back of his neck were stained with an unnatural blush.

The alarm bell in his heart was too late to think about the reason, thinking that the top priority is to stay away from Qin Ke, lest he do something against his father's way.

So Song Yunran grabbed the bath towel around his waist and moved slowly to the side without knowing it.

Unexpectedly, he took a half step, and Qin Ke swept over with a glance: "Where are you going?"

Song Yunran said coldly: "You're squeezed to dad, I'm looking for a more spacious place."

"That's it."

An emotional light flashed across Qin Ke's eyes, "Dad, why are you blushing?"

"..." Song Yunran was speechless, "Who doesn't blush in the hot spring!"

Qin Ke was silent for a few seconds, then laughed in a low voice: "Is that right, but Dad's face seems to be particularly red?"

Song Yunran was full of anger.

He never realized that a dad in this mouth can also shout sarcasm.

Seeing that Qin Ke seemed to be acknowledging his father again, Song Yunran's mentality collapsed.

He became angry, and ordered fiercely: "Don't call Dad anymore!"

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