After Entering a Book, He Just Wants to be a Flower Vase

After dinner, Jiang Dao originally wanted to follow his work schedule at the company, take a break and go for a run.

But there is not much space here, and there are no lights on the mountain road at night. In addition, the director team has clearly requested not to go down the mountain at night without the company of the staff, so the night run plan had to be shelved.

Fortunately, Anzhe would practice dancing with Haitang every night, which was more or less a workout, so Jiang Dao stayed aside to learn.

Haitang did not lower her requirements on An Zhe just because of Jiang Dao's arrival. The requirements for dance steps, beats, and movements were very strict. If you fail to dance once, do it again until you form muscle memory and there will be no more mistakes or omissions.

She also didn't take the time to point Jiang Dao, but acquiesced to Jiang Dao watching and imitating.

For the first time, Jiang Dao couldn't keep up with the beat at all, so he could only observe An Zhe while repeating a few simple movements.

The second time, he could barely string several movements together to the music.

For the third time, his dance steps were gradually able to step on the beat of the music, but his movements were still a little jerky.

The fourth time, getting better and better.

For the fifth time, Jiang Dao was able to dance the whole dance with Anzhe.

"Okay, take a break."

After dancing five times, Haitang turned off the music, first commented on An Zhe's movements, and finally looked at Jiang Dao.

"Have you ever learned dance? Who is the dance teacher in your company?"

Jiang Dao wiped his sweat with his hand: "Wu Lan."

"Yeah." Haitang nodded, "I don't know."

Jiang Dao was shaken for a moment, speechless.

"You have a strong ability to imitate, and you learn quickly. The only difference is that your emotions are not in place. It's too perfunctory." Haitang said, "However, you can be regarded as a good seed. I have a friend who is preparing for a stage variety show recently. Interested in participating?"

Jiang Dao was silent for a moment, and put on a shy smile: "It depends on the company's arrangement."

My heart is inexplicable: Why is it an invitation to a variety show? He just exercised his body, how did he become a good seedling? If this continues, even he will be worthless for the original owner.

You know, Jiang Dao in the original novel, it is hard to get a chance even if you try your best.

It's good to be here with him, once you participate in a variety show, you will receive an invitation for the next one... and it's always someone else who greets you on your own initiative.

Could it be that he wore the wrong book?

He just wants to be a vase quietly for five years without fighting or grabbing, and then terminate the contract with the company peacefully. Why is it so difficult...

After resting for a while, Haitang turned on the music again, and An Zhe started the sixth round of practice.

Jiang Dao drank a bottle of mineral water, turned around and left.

"Hey, Xiao Dao?" Haitang was surprised, "Where are you going?"

"I... I've almost done my cardio." Jiang Dao replied, "Go and do some strength training."

Haitang was a little confused for a moment.

After a while, she asked, "Are you doing aerobics when you come to dance?"

Jiang Dao nodded.

Haitang sighed heavily, speechless, and waved to Jiang Dao: "Go."

Heart tired.

Jiang Dao turned to leave, and when he turned his back to Haitang, he couldn't help curling his lips.

He could see that this senior seemed to be stimulated by his words, and he should have temporarily given up the idea of ​​teaching him to dance.

Back in the yard, looking for a place to do push-ups, Jiang Dao saw Bian Mu, who was playing with Cheng Zhiyi, ran away. Cheng Zhiyi yelled several times, but the border shepherd didn't even look back, and got into his kennel, huddled inside and couldn't come out.

"Dad, Taotao is so weird today." Cheng Zhiyi looked worried, and shouted to Qi Peng and Chu Yinlong who were chatting under the wall, "Is it sick?"

"What's going on?" Qi Peng was puzzled.

"During the meal today, it didn't come out to eat, and kept hiding in the nest." Cheng Zhiyi frowned, "I just played with it for a while, and it ran back to the nest again."

Taotao is an old friend who has followed "Taoyuan Dreamland" since the first season. He is six years old this year and is very smart. He not only understands simple vocabulary, but sometimes plays tricks in front of the camera. It is difficult to rush back to the nest.

This is the first time it has actively returned to the nest halfway through the game.

Jiang Dao stepped forward: "That dog just now, is it sick?"

Cheng Zhiyi led Jiang Dao to the kennel: "Maybe it's... Come and take a look, isn't it a bit listless?"

Jiang Dao squatted down by the kennel, tilted his head and looked through the door.

Taotao shrank back into the corner of the kennel again, her tail was clamped tightly, and a squeak sounded like a threat and a whimper came out of her throat.

"What is it afraid of?" Jiang Dao frowned.

He had seen quite a few hounds on the battlefield, and he knew a lot about dogs. Taotao's movements and voice were obviously expressing fear.

But there are neither mutant beasts nor wars in this world, so what is this dog afraid of?

Jiang Dao was puzzled, and moved closer, reaching out his hand to appease Taotao.

The fluff on the back of Taotao's neck exploded, his tail was pressed against his belly, but he bared his teeth, and yelled viciously at Jiang Dao: "Wow!"

Jiang Dao: ...

OK, he got it.

Tao Tao is afraid of him.

Jiang Dao straightened up helplessly, took two steps back, and hid behind Cheng Zhiyi.

Tao Tao's stern whining threat immediately turned into an aggrieved moaning and chirping.

At this time, Qi Peng and Chu Yinlong also came to check.

Tao Tao was raised by Qi Peng, and will follow Qi Peng home after the recording of the variety show, so he is very dependent on him. Seeing Qi Peng, Tao Tao immediately rushed out of the nest, threw herself into his arms, and buried her head in his arms.

"Ouch!" Qi Peng was thrown to the ground, "You are a big boy now, I can't hold you anymore!" As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to hold Taotao's face, and brought it to his eyes: " Isn't this very energetic? Why don't you play with your brother?"

Taotao was forced to show her face, but squinting her eyes, she kept glancing at the place where Jiangdao was, and moved her body away from Jiangdao, with her tail tucked between her legs and gently wagging, as if she was afraid of meeting Jiangdao. Hesitant to please.

Chu Yinlong looked at Taotao, then at Jiangdao, and smiled: "Disliked by dogs?"

Jiang Dao was speechless: "Can't you say it nicer?"

Chu Yinlong asked: "I remember, you still want to raise a dog?"

Looking at Taotao, who was acting coquettishly in Qi Peng's arms, Jiang Dao looked disgusted: "I prefer bulldogs."

In the world outside the book, only dogs that can fight and cats that can scout are qualified to live together with humans. Most of the coquettish and rebellious ones are eliminated in wars.

Jiang Dao pursed his lips, turned and left, found a flat place in the corner of the yard, and started strength training.

"There is nothing to do tonight, everyone can rest early."

Before ending the day's filming, the director gathered the guests in the yard and announced the next day's activities: "Tomorrow morning, the task is to pick up goose eggs, bring them to the town to exchange ingredients, and prepare lunch. In the afternoon, we will go to the field to pick watermelons. It needs to be transported to the town, and the price is calculated by the number in exchange for ingredients...the work is relatively heavy, so you can discuss who will go."

Qi Peng waved his hand: "Okay, let's discuss it tomorrow."

An Zhe stood beside Haitang, his face turned pale: "Picking goose eggs... ah... I don't want to go. I, I can pick watermelons!"

Cheng Zhiyi hurriedly explained to Chu Yinlong: "The last time he went to pick up goose eggs, he was chased and bitten by the goose. He must have a psychological shadow. It's not coquettish, he can still work!"

Chu Yinlong was helpless and sighed.

Qi Peng patted him on the shoulder: "It seems that those few videos of you scolding the actors have put a lot of pressure on the young people, and they dare not act like a baby in front of you."

Chu Yinlong looked at An Zhe, and said solemnly: "Don't be afraid, as long as you're not in my crew, I'm not that strict with people, and I won't scold you."

An Zhe... looks more nervous.

The director team quickly packed up the equipment and left, and returned to the hotel at the foot of the mountain. Only a few cameras that were shooting day and night were still diligently recording.

"The camera in your room can be turned off when you are sleeping." Qi Peng reminded, "It will automatically turn on at six o'clock tomorrow morning, but basically you have to wake up before six o'clock."

Chu Yinlong was curious: "Why?"

Qi Peng: "Birds are singing! There are so many birds here, they twitter at dawn. The house is not soundproof, so there are basically noises. But you can catch up on sleep at noon."

After chatting casually for a while, the water was boiled by Haitang, and the guests took turns to take a shower and went back to their rooms to rest.

Jiang Dao lay on the unfamiliar hard board bed and straw mat, and without any surprise, suffered from insomnia again.

It is even quieter than the night in the city. Although you can occasionally hear the cooing of owls and the chirping of insects, it is still too quiet compared to the noise of traffic outside the city window and the noise of electrical appliances in the house.

Beside him, Chu Yinlong was motionless, breathing long.

Jiang Dao stared at the camera signal light that was slowly flashing red in the dimness. He obviously felt sleepy, but his brain stubbornly refused to rest.

Really helpless, Jiang Dao got up quietly, reached for the suitcase, took out the earphones stuffed inside, lay back on the bed, put on the earphones, and found a TV series on his mobile phone, and started playing it.

He buckled the phone screen on the bedside table, listened to the human voice from the earphones, and then gradually fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, the sound in the earphones disappeared.

Jiang Dao opened his eyes in a jerk, stared at the beams on the roof for a while, and sighed helplessly. He turned on his phone, found an online drama where he could watch the full episode without paying, and started playing it.

An hour later, the video sound stopped abruptly.

Waking up, Jiang Dao touched the phone and found that it was out of battery.

Jiang Dao got off the bed and searched around the house, but finally found a plug in the corner near the door. However, his mobile phone charging cable is only one meter long, and the plug is far from reaching the bedside. Even adding a headphone cable can't make up for this short period of time.

Helpless, Jiang Dao went out lightly, brought a rattan chair from the yard, and put it next to the plug. Then he curled up in the wicker chair with a pillow in his arms, charging his phone and sleeping while listening to the drama.

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next morning.

Chu Yinlong, who was awakened by the chirping of birds, kicked off the quilt angrily, and sat up frowning.

In the next second, his eyes were drawn to the figure curled up in the wicker chair by the door, and his brows that were originally tightly frowned were also inadvertently relaxed.

The faint morning light penetrated a little from the window, shining on Jiang Dao's profile.

The big boy curled up in the rattan chair with a pillow in his arms, his neck stretched out a delicate curve, his skin was almost transparent in the morning light, and the edges seemed to be plated with bright gold, so dazzling that people dare not look directly at it.

However, this dazzling seems to bring a layer of distressing fragility.

Chu Yinlong lowered his eyes, and put a hand under the randomly piled quilt beside him, but his hand was cold.

How long has he been curled up in the wicker chair like this?