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The camera began frantically panning left and right, then suddenly froze on a certain spot.
Along the street, children stood like pine trees, seemingly waiting for a taxi.
The thought that my first task was to trick the child into handing over the phone to the production team...
is it hard?
And then I thought of Li Hetai's face, which was as cold as ice... It's really hard to believe.
Gu Xinglan got up from the ground, dusted off his bottom, looked up at Li Hetai who was waiting for the car, and walked over to the child under the urging of the camera.
"Little friend, I've come to take you home."
People come and go, all of them urban beauties and fashionable gentlemen, but now, among the bright pearls, there are those covered in dust, which inevitably draws people's attention. But when they see the blacked-out camera, everyone's eyes turn cold.
"Sir, could you please leave?"
The school security guard, dressed in uniform, stepped forward with a fierce look in his eyes and a black stick tucked into his waistband.
"I'm here to take this child home."
Gu Xinglan crouched down, protecting the child on the street.
After seeing his face clearly, the security guard sternly exuded an aura of authority, then shifted his gaze to the bicycle not far away: "You have one hour to move that bicycle, and also, don't stand here."
The tone clearly indicated an intention to drive them away.
But at least the oppressive feeling from before was gone.
Gu Xinglan nodded repeatedly, her hair trembling. The next second, the child in her arms struggled free, her eyes cold, revealing a mocking expression: "Get out."
The word was returned exactly as it was.
He turned his head and gave the camera a pitiful look.
The show's over... it's time to go back now.
He then turned to Li Hetai.
"Little Li, if you're willing to hand over your phone, I'll take you to the amusement park. Consider it my greeting gift to you." After saying that, he winked slightly.
"An amusement park? Do you think I'm a beggar?"
Li Hetai's face was incredibly vibrant, a stark contrast to his appearance on camera. Now, he leaned closer, his eyes dark and brooding, and whispered sarcastically, "Just like you?"
Hearing this, Gu Xinglan seemed somewhat sentimental.
"I know I'm unemployed right now, and I can't even find a hundred yuan in cash. I can't even afford to treat you to a decent meal. I might not even be able to pay for next month's water and electricity bills. I have to take baths at a brothel. I've made you suffer living here for several months. I've really wronged you..." The person speaking seemed to become more and more heartbroken as he spoke, and then he lowered his head and wiped his eyes.
From Ke Li and Tai's perspective, this person wasn't shedding any tears.
It's clearly a threat.
“I don’t want an amusement park.” Li Hetai said coldly, “You have to grant me one request.”
"What are the conditions?" someone asked, their eyes lighting up.
"talk about it later."
So does that mean you've agreed?
The person squatting down burst into laughter through tears, raising their little finger: "Let's pinky swear together."
The owner of the little finger still had small purple flowers left on his body, which slowly drifted down to his feet with his undulating movements.
Li Hetai, expressionless, ran his shoe over the object.
Not to mention making a promise.
But the person squatting down wasn't annoyed and successfully got the child's phone.
Under the big camphor tree.
Gu Xinglan first took out her wallet.
There was very little cash left inside.
He kept all his valuables in his villa in Changgu, all for the sake of authenticity.
So he smiled bitterly at the cameraman and said, "I only have two hundred yuan, can't you really give us a ride?"
The sound was extremely soft, as if afraid that the children sitting on the stone bench by the roadside would hear it.
The camera panned.
He's about to put on a real-life survival show, trying to live on just 200 yuan for a few months. Just thinking about it makes my scalp tingle.
Gu Xinglan's hands trembled as she took out her phone: "Uncle, can you recycle bicycles?"
"The bicycle is broken..."
"What? You're out there collecting recyclables?"
"It's nearby? You can come? Sure, the location is right here..."
After finishing the phone call, Gu Xinglan sat down on the other side of the stone bench, her eyes shining as she looked at the child sitting next to her.
As the autumn wind picked up, fallen leaves fluttered in the air, like a rain of purple petals.
He raised his hand and slowly brushed the top of Li Hetai's head, sweeping away the fallen leaves.
This is probably why he can legitimately treat Li Hetai, the child, using the original owner's identity.
But then there was a soft "snap".
Li Hetai moved a few centimeters away, looking at him coldly: "Don't touch me."
“Little Li, your nose is so high.” Gu Xinglan sat a few centimeters closer, pointed to her own nose with her finger, and turned her head to look to the side: “I suppose your father is also very handsome.”
Li Hetai, unusually, showed a look of disgust and sat down directly on the edge of the stone chair.
Gu Xinglan followed closely behind and sat down as well.
Two people, one big and one small, were squeezed together on one half of the chair, sitting quietly watching the falling flowers and passersby.
Is the scene too cliché...? He glanced at the camera not far away, and just then, he saw a large truck loaded with scrap metal driving by.
A buzzing sound came from near to far.
"Xiao Gu!"
An old man was smoking while driving, his large, dark feet in flip-flops on the gas pedal, almost becoming the most eye-catching sight on the road.
Especially when a Porsche 911 is driving in front and a Cullinan is following behind, the junk cars look like boulders on a mountaintop, to the point that even a dog passing by would have to take a second look.
Some luxury car owners opened their windows, took a drag of their cigarettes, and leaned against the windows to look at this thing they had never seen before; others even stretched their phones out to film videos.
Even Gu Xinglan was stunned, and for a moment, she was completely frozen in place.
He thought it was a small tricycle collecting recyclables; no one told him it was the size of a garbage truck!
With a loud "bang".
An old man puffed on his pipe as he walked over: "The curtain on the carriage fell off, and the front of the carriage is crooked. I'm not taking your 100 yuan deposit back."
"And..." the old man sidled up to him, "I wouldn't dare come to this place at all, but—I'll make an exception for you today. Come back to me next time you need a car." He then smiled smugly.
The gazes from all directions almost pierced through him.
Gu Xinglan blushed and stammered, "Um... sir, could you give me a ride?"
The air seemed to freeze as soon as the words were spoken.
Li Hetai, who was sitting on the stone bench, rushed over, grabbed Gu Xinglan's sleeve, his eyes were like sharp knives, his tone was colder than three feet of ice in the twelfth lunar month, and his face was full of ruthlessness: "Don't even think about making me ride in this kind of car."
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The engine was constantly emitting smoke.
On top of the scrap, sat a large and a small person, with a drone following closely behind.
"Little friend, look, there's a clown over there making balloons."
Gu Xinglan pointed downwards with her eyebrows curved.
"..."
No one answered.
The child in the corner stood motionless, facing the rusty bicycle with its chains.
"Well, I'll go out and earn some money. Is there anything you'd like to eat tonight?"
The child remained motionless.
System: [Host... your survival time has increased.]
"..." As expected
He scratched his face guiltily.
Everyone has their own self-esteem. The show made him pick up the child, wasn't that just trying to provoke the child's emotions? Not to mention taking away the phone, which only exacerbated the conflict between the adults and the child.
Fortunately, he and Li Hetai were on a mission. If other people had come to participate in the show out of genuine interest... wouldn't they have ended up fighting?