It was called in the middle of the night and tossed for so long, and in the early morning of the next day, the wake-up time of several people was delayed a little later. An Xumo, who was sleeping on the ground, woke up first, and the cameraman in the house was already working. When he was going to go downstairs after washing, he had to pass by another bedroom. It seemed to be noisy by his footsteps. Zhou Jing, who was also sleeping on the floor, opened his eyes with a heavy look, An Xumo was startled. It was so dangerous to restrain his voice.
He lowered his voice: "Brother Shen ... Good morning."
Zhou Jinshen stood up from the ground with palms. He was half an inch taller than An Xumo. Standing at this height, a sense of oppression rushed over him.
"early."
After the man said hello, he turned to wash, An Xu let out a sigh of relief, walking quickly and contentedly downstairs.
Today is the perfect day to start seeing my brother.
Breakfast was served with hot soy milk provided by the sponsor. At the beginning of the new day, several people had new tasks. Yi Tianming and Han Ming were the two originally responsible for going out to complete the task. The two of them took the lead in inviting Zhou Jinshen away, and An Xumo stayed in the stone house, decorating the furnishings with Yan Xiangyu.
Zhang Zhiwei has begun to prepare the ingredients for lunch. After An Xumo finished the housework ordered by Yan Xiang, he ran out and took out the coconut shell left over yesterday. Yan Xiangyan passed by and saw An Xu Mo stuck his head down, and he glanced at the probe: "Little Mo, what are you doing?"
An Xumo smiled and looked up: "Make a pure natural decoration that can be placed in the house as a vase."
"Do you still do this?" Yan Xiangyan asked curiously.
"It's very simple, just stick it." In An Xumo's view, this sentence is indeed not his own modesty. He learned this kind of gadgets temporarily before he came. "Sunday" has always had the tradition of decorating his house. The house in the first season has now become a popular attraction and has done his homework. An Xumo naturally did not miss this link.
Despite being sold now, this vase looks really good. Yan Xiangxi looked at it again and said, "Then you come on, I'll come and watch it later."
By the time he returned from his busy schedule, An Xumo was almost done. I saw a large belly bottle with coconut shell as the main body and a simple pattern and delicate shape with white and smooth shells on the table. An Xumo took two pairs of chopsticks from one side and inserted the chopsticks. In the coconut shell, he laughed, "If there is no flower plug, it can be a chopstick holder."
Yan Xiangxuan was teased by his words: "How can such a beautiful vase be so casual, please wait, I will ask Zhiwei if there are any flowers."
Yan Xiangxuan took the big belly bottle to Zhang Zhiwei, Zhang Zhiwei took a look, and took out the chopsticks: "Call Tianming and bring back some wildflowers along the way. There are many near the seaside, just pick them up and come back Raised."
The call from Yi Tianming was quickly connected, but what Yan Xiangyu didn't expect was that the three members who were out of the house were not together. Yi Tianming received the call alone, and the other two went to complete the other The task is up. When Yan Xiangxi confessed to him about the wildflowers and hung up the phone, Zhang Zhiwei called Yan Xiangxi in the past.
When the two seniors talked, An Xumo didn't pay attention to their movements. He reorganized the things in the living room and heard Zhang Zhiwei call him: "Little Mo!"
"Hey, here it is." An Xumo walked in a quick response. The camera in the room was shot in real time around the clock, and all the cameras were staring at each other. Channel: "Did you pay attention to Han Ming and Zhou Jinshen?"
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