Chapter 20 This skin is too delicate

On the way to the watermelon field, everyone was still teasing Jiang Dao and Chu Yinlong.

Even, seeing that Chu Yinlong was not angry, Cheng Zhiyi bravely made a joke: “When this episode airs, someone must be eating your CP.”

Jiang Dao is no stranger to the word CP.

In the original book, the protagonists Zhou Wei and Tang Yao came to life after fans ate CP all the way. In the middle, Zhou Wei played the screen brother with others, and the fans climbed the wall and licked the brother CP, which made Tang Yao jealous.

But Jiang Dao never expected that this word would appear on him one day.

Substitute the scene in the novel, he and Chu Yinlong… Hey, forget it, the scene is too scary. Whether it is him or Chu Yinlong, they should not “feed each other with their thighs close to each other” or “secretly kiss each other while they are asleep”…

Jiang Dao shrank his neck, shaking off the goosebumps all over his body.

Talking and laughing all the way, arrived at the melon field.

The watermelon field negotiated by the program team is located halfway up the mountain. The variety is hanging melon with small fruit, and the mature watermelon weighs only three or four catties.

“In the afternoon, we help the villagers transport melons to the town for packing, so we can only earn one yuan per melon picked. How about the meal at night depends on how many melons you can pick.”

Acting Director Qi Peng told all the guests: “The melon tied with the red string is already ripe. Don’t touch the unripe one. After picking, wrap it in a foam net and put it in a basket, carry it down the mountain, and transport it away by boat. The skin can’t be broken, it’s not worth the money if it’s damaged.”

“Understood.” Cheng Zhiyi nodded, took the scissors from Qi Peng, pointed to the depth of the melon field, “Shall we start picking from the inside?”

Qi Peng handed An Zhe a bamboo basket: “Go, you two brothers are together.”

Then he threw another bamboo basket to Chu Yinlong, and pointed to the other side of the melon field: “You take Xiao Dao to pick melons there, and I’ll go see if the boat is ready.”

It’s not that he doesn’t like to work, it’s because the program arranges that most of the physical labor is handed over to young people and flying guests, so that each episode will have a new focus. Especially the gimmick of CP speculation, the director team will never let it go. Therefore, the original plan of letting Cheng Zhiyi lead Jiang Dao and An Zhe lead Chu Yinlong was temporarily changed to “brother group” and “cohabitant group”.

Although the director team didn’t say it clearly, Chu Yinlong had some vague guesses. As for Jiang Dao, he was completely unaware that he had been tricked by the entertainment industry.

Taking the camera to the depths of the melon field, Jiang Dao picked up the scissors and began to work dully. He cut off a watermelon and handed it to Chu Yinlong. Put it in the basket.

Throughout the whole process, the two did not speak a word.

The camera was carrying the machine, and his forehead began to sweat. After a long time, he tremblingly said something like a mosquito: “Shall you two talk?”

Ejima turned to stare at him.

Camera: “…Actually, it’s okay if you don’t say anything.”

Jiang Dao was overjoyed.

He cut off a watermelon again, smelled the broken stalk of the melon, and smiled at Chu Yinlong: “This melon must be delicious. It smells fresh before it’s opened… Do you smell it?”

As he spoke, he held the watermelon with one hand and handed it under Chu Yinlong’s nose.

Chu Yinlong sniffed cooperatively: “It’s quite fragrant.”

Jiang Dao weighed the watermelon, pretending to be mischievous: “Why don’t we open one and taste whether it’s sweet or not?”

Chu Yinlong raised his eyebrows: “Do you know how much this melon costs per catty?”

“How much?” Jiang Dao asked casually.

“The market price is five yuan a catty.” Chu Yinlong said, “One is more than ten or twenty yuan. If we carry a whole basket of watermelons, we may not be able to exchange for this one melon.”

Hearing this, Jiang Dao silently lowered his eyes while holding the watermelon in his hand.

It turns out that even in a world where supplies are not so scarce, there are still things he can’t afford…

No, he can afford it! He still has the freedom of spending ten or twenty yuan, but limited by the requirements of the program, he cannot use his own money to buy ingredients during the recording period.

Handing the melon to Chu Yinlong with a look of reluctance, Jiang Dao sighed exaggeratedly: “I’ll buy ten or eight of them when I go back after recording the show.”

Chu Yinlong took the melon and said with a smile: “Okay, let’s work. If the efficiency is high enough, maybe you can earn enough money to buy a melon.”

Soon, the bamboo basket was full.

After weighing the physical strength of the two, Jiang Dao did not fight, and assisted Chu Yinlong to carry the bamboo basket full of watermelons on his back, and then accompanied him down the mountain.

The boat Qi Peng prepared was still the small sampan in the morning.

Seeing Jiang Dao and Chu Yinlong bring the watermelon down, he hurriedly stepped forward to give him a hand, and said casually: “We only have two baskets at home, when Xiaoyi and An’an’s basket comes down, we have to take it there first…Xiao Chu You and Xiao Dao don’t follow, go up and continue to pick melons, pile them there and wait for us to come back and directly load them on the ship.”

It was estimated that it was the arrangement of the director team again. Jiang Dao and Chu Yinlong did not raise any objections, and returned to Guatian to continue working. Repetitive labor is lackluster, and the camera no longer urges the two to interact.

Jiang Dao didn’t finish picking all the melons tied with red strings in this melon field until early five o’clock in the afternoon.

“Papa Qi said it’s the last trip, let you two send it down, and my brother will wait on the boat.”

An Zhe was obviously exhausted. Facing Chu Yinlong, he no longer had the strength to be afraid and nervous. He handed over the bamboo basket in his hand and wiped off his sweat: “I’m going back to help Haima and Director Mu.”

“Go, have a good rest, just the two of us here.” Chu Yinlong waved to An Zhe.

Jiang Dao took the bamboo baskets and packed the last batch of watermelons into them.

As a result, at the end of the distribution, the two bamboo baskets were so full that they couldn’t fit any more, and there were five melons left on the ground.

“Forget it, you can’t carry this basket, carry less, and leave the rest here.” Chu Yinlong weighed the weight of the two baskets of melons, and said helplessly, “It’s not short of ten yuan. Qian, the mountain road is not easy to walk, don’t hurt yourself.”

Jiang Dao squatted down and tried to carry the bamboo basket on his back. With his current physical ability, it was indeed a little bit reluctant…but he was not completely unable to carry it. If he only walked the distance from the melon field to the pier, it would be no problem to grit his teeth of.

It’s just a pity that the remaining five melons on the ground are a bit difficult to deal with.

“Forget it, keep it.” Chu Yinlong said, “It won’t break overnight.”

“Well,” Jiang Dao hesitated for a moment, and finally could only nod, “Okay, there is no good way…”

Unexpectedly, just when Jiang Dao was about to give up, the director team who heard about the plight of the two suddenly added a scene to them—a staff member fetched a bundle of nylon rope and handed it to Chu Yinlong, saying: “The director said , if you two can find a way to transport all the watermelons here at once, I will reward you with a free watermelon tonight!”

Chu Yinlong: “We don’t need…”

Jiang Dao’s eyes lit up: “Really?!”

The second half of Chu Yinlong’s unspoken words suddenly disappeared, and immediately turned into a chuckle.

Jiang Dao put down the basket on his back, picked up the nylon rope and squatted beside the melon field, and started tying the melons without saying a word.

I saw his fingers fluttering, and his movements were skillful, and he made a simple cross net pocket for a melon in three or two strokes. The watermelon pocket was firmly inside, and there was no danger of falling.

Chu Yinlong watched from the side, and couldn’t help but wonder: “Where did you learn this?”

Jiang Dao lowered his eyelashes and finished picking another watermelon. After a long silence, he smiled and said, “I learned it when I was a child… don’t talk about making a rope net. If the director team provides bamboo strips, I can weave a basket on the spot. Believe it or not ?”

Chu Yinlong didn’t care that his answer was wrong, his eyebrows moved slightly, and he said, “I believe it.”

While talking, Jiang Dao strung the remaining five watermelons into a string with nylon ropes, and the knots were tightly tied.

Then he raised his face and asked Chu Yinlong: “Tie it to the basket for you, can you carry it?”

Chu Yinlong weighed it up: “I’m fine, but I’m afraid the bamboo basket straps won’t be able to hold it up…I’ll just carry it with my hands.”

“It’s best not to carry it with your hands. The mountain road is not easy to walk, and it’s safest to empty your hands.” Jiang Dao said, picked up the melon skewers, and gestured to Chu Yinlong, “You can hang this on your body.”

Chu Yinlong nodded and opened his hands: “Hang up.”

Jiang Dao picked up the nylon rope again, stretched his arms around Chu Yinlong’s body, and tied a cross **** him. Fingertips dexterously pulled the rope back and forth, touching Chu Yinlong’s body through the T-shirt from time to time, and then pulled away quickly.

The nylon rope is too thin, and if it bears too much weight, it will hurt people. Enoshima thought for a moment and decided to use a triple strap structure to share the weight. The string was tightened, creating folds on Chu Yinlong’s clothes, drawing out the shallow arc of the muscles when they were compressed. Combined with the intricate patterning of the triple straps, the rope looks a bit like a…

“Are you… planning to tie me up?” Chu Yinlong asked with a strange expression on his face.

“That’s right.” Jiang Dao said nonsense, “Tie you to the boat and sell it with the watermelon.”

As he spoke, he tied the end of the rope to Chu Yinlong’s chest, tied a beautiful bow, and finally reached out to pat him.

Seeing Jiang Dao’s calm face, apparently not thinking in the wrong direction, Chu Yinlong chuckled and shook his head secretly.

After finishing the straps, Jiang Dao spread out the five watermelons in a string and attached them to Chu Yinlong’s body.

The straps made of ropes fell down, each part was unloaded and separated, and the weight was evenly distributed on the shoulders and waist, and no part caused pain because it was too tight—this way of binding the straps is very scientific, obviously not Jiang Dao It was designed on a whim and on the spot.

“Have you ever been a soldier?” When asked, even Chu Yinlong himself didn’t believe it.

Sure enough, Jiang Dao smiled: “I’m only nineteen, where did I ‘been’ a soldier? When I was young, there was an uncle downstairs who was a soldier, and taught me how to play rope every day…Okay, isn’t it heavy?”

Chu Yinlong didn’t ask any further questions, and replied: “It’s not heavy. I can even help you share a few melons.”

Jiang Dao ignored it, and leaned over to pick up his own bamboo basket: “Then let’s go, deliver it quickly, and take the melon home to eat quickly.”

Walking down the mountain road to the pier, Jiang Dao walked steadily, and it was not at all obvious that he was carrying a bit too much weight. It wasn’t until he unloaded the bamboo basket and loaded all the watermelons onto the boat that he couldn’t help but rubbed his shoulders.

Chu Yin’s eyes were sharp, and he sensed that something was wrong. He reached out and grabbed Jiang Dao’s T-shirt collar, pulling it slightly apart. Sure enough, there was a purple-red bruise on Jiang Dao’s fair skin, and there were spots of subcutaneous bleeding on the edge.

“you…”

“Ah? Isn’t this skin too delicate?!” Before Chu Yinlong could say anything, Jiang Dao complained. He stretched his neck, squinted his eyes, curled the corners of his mouth, trying to look over his shoulder, with an undisguised look of disgust.

Qi Peng just said “Ouch” and was about to step forward to care, but was blocked by Jiang Dao’s performance.

I saw Jiang Dao pulling his neckline nonchalantly, turned his head and smiled at the assistant director and the camera who followed: “We moved all the watermelons down, didn’t you say you would give us one for free? Just take it from here?”