Chapter 111 Is There Something Wrong with Your Legs Too?

The people from the program team left eight people to follow up to take pictures, as well as director Mourning and assistant director Lin Ciliang.

Then six large vans, carrying shooting equipment and supplies, left in a hurry, leaving only eight gods, worrying.

After waiting for a full two hours, I just basked in the sun.

The mountain roads are covered with dry soil, and every now and then a gust of wind will blow the dust away.

We don't know each other very well, so we can't play well, so we just stand together and talk, and wait for some fellow villagers to drive by, or a tractor, and take them away!

soon.

A few people are all disheartened.

Ling Sheng couldn't take it anymore, put the gourd on the ground, muttered something, and cast a spell on the gourd: "Big big, big!"

Calabash does nothing.

Several other people laughed out loud, so funny!

Ling Sheng changed his gestures again, and continued to chant the mantra: "Fly, fly, fly, you are a useless thing, what use is this magic weapon for me!"

Mo Ning and Lin Ci looked at each other, expressing their satisfaction: This girl has a good sense of variety!

Cheng couldn't take it anymore either, and pestered Tang Seng of the program group to chant scriptures like crazy: "Where is my donkey, where is my donkey, did you catch my donkey and eat it? My little Heihei is so miserable, how can you do it?" So do it."

Mourning shook his head: Hey, another crazy one, drag it away! This little douchebag is still little Heihei, when did he name the donkey.

Three hours.

Finally saw the light.

On the opposite road, a car drove over, an old scooter with one front and one back seat, it looked quite old, and there was an advertisement on the front window of the car.

Wholesale and retail pure Yushan soil honey, royal jelly, wholesale telephone: 1***8****96.

Excitedly, Ling Sheng was the first to rush out to stop the car, not forgetting his role at the moment, with one leg limping, which can be said to be very dedicated.

but.

Cheng Ye and Jiang Yi were faster than her, they swished out and stopped the car.

The car stopped, and there was a man sitting in it, wearing a beekeeper's clothes, and his face was tightly covered by a beekeeping hat.

"Uncle, can you give us a ride?" Jiang Yi asked politely.

Ling Sheng was behind, and couldn't help laughing and twitching. The uncle of God, the person sitting in the scooter is the famous third master Yan Luojun with a cold face!

"You!" Jun Shiyan stretched out his hand, pointed at Ling Sheng, and deliberately lowered his voice, which was a little less magnetic and a little more hoarse: "Come up."

Ling Sheng pointed to his nose, his big eyes flickered, his surprise was undisguised: "Me?"

Jun Shiyan nodded: "Yes."

"Uncle, we stopped the car first." Cheng Ye was so sad that he was about to cry.

Variety shows, if there is courtesy, it will not look good, and the fun of variety shows will be lost. When the show started, the director said, each according to his own ability!

"Is there something wrong with your leg too?" Jun Shiyan glanced at him.

Cheng also listened to what he said, and what he said seemed to make sense, to be courteous to the disabled!

The few people watched Ling Sheng triumphantly ride in the elderly scooter driven by the uncle, and waved goodbye to them. As the distance went, they could only hold their hands and look at their tears.

"Uncle." Ling Sheng leaned on the car window, stretched out his index finger and poked his shoulder, smiling with crooked eyebrows: "Do you keep bees now? Is your honey delicious? Is it pure? No adulteration, right?" !"

The car was too small for the director of photography to follow, so he gave her a camera and asked her to take pictures on the road. Anyway, there shouldn't be any hot spots.

"Hmm." Jun Shiyan said in a low and pleasant voice, "little girl, are you going to my house? There are a lot of honey in my house, and the whole mountain of honey is yours."

The third master is driving an old scooter, the sense of the picture rushing to the face, I'm sorry, let's laugh first