It is actually autumn now, and it is a bit cold in Inner Mongolia, but the grass on the grassland is still green. I didn’t forget to bring my camera this time.
He has always liked the grassland, the boundless green that makes the soul free. He also likes the simple life here, the sheep slowly walking by, carrying the unique smell of sheep. Oliver Yuan faced the camera and smiled gently: "I once told Teacher Fang that when we get older, we will come to the grassland to retire, eat meat, drink wine and watch the sunset every day."
Lin Tian walked past him and asked with a smile: "What did Teacher Fang say?"
Oliver Yuan glanced at Lucas Fang who was not far behind him, and said with a smile: "Teacher Fang said that he can live with me here, but he can't drink and eat meat with me every day. Teacher Fang has a heavy idol burden, and he can't let himself become a fat old man."
Lin Tian said: "I can't do that either. Getting older is a natural trend in life, but you still have to be beautiful when you are old!"
Oliver Yuan nodded, put his hands in his coat pockets, sniffed and said, "Well, Mr. Fang will also be handsome from childhood to old age."
Lucas Fang walked over and said, "I remember you said I was old last time?"
"No, that's not the case." Oliver Yuan patted his arm and said with a smile: "You are handsome and young."
Lucas Fang's words last night kept Oliver Yuan awake for half the night. He couldn't respond to that, nor did he need to. There was no point in talking to each other, and at this point, there was no point in saying anything. It would be boring if he talked too much.
Today, with the camera following them from behind, the awkwardness and heaviness between the two finally disappeared, and they could talk more naturally in front of the camera. At noon, they had a Mongolian meal, which was almost all meat. Oliver Yuan only remembered that the bowl of yogurt was delicious. Oliver Yuan and Grace Chen's rich husband were the only ones who ate a lot at the table. Every time others talked during the meal, they would eat endlessly.
Lucas Fang later gave his bowl of yogurt to Oliver Yuan. Oliver Yuan turned his head and asked him quietly: "Are you feeling uncomfortable? Why aren't you eating?"
Lucas Fang whispered in his ear: "It's too greasy. I don't have much appetite."
He still had a bad cold, and his breath was hot on Oliver Yuan's ears when he spoke. Such small actions in the crowd were extremely intimate, and Oliver Yuan's heart was warmed by Lucas Fang's breath.
Oliver Yuan pushed the yogurt toward him: "Drink this, it tastes good."
Lucas Fang shook his head and didn't want to drink.
So Oliver Yuan drank that bowl as well, wiped his mouth, and quietly left the table.
It took him almost 20 minutes to come back. He thought that others would have finished their lunch before he came back, but they were so slow that they had been eating for 40 minutes and still hadn't finished. Oliver Yuan had already come in by pulling open the curtain, so it was not easy for him to go out again. Lin Tian asked him, "Where did Brother Ye go?"
Oliver Yuan sat back down and said, "Teacher Fang can't eat so much meat. The director asked him to lose weight. I cooked him a bowl of noodles."
He didn't mention Lucas Fang's cold, because he would definitely make a fuss about it during the editing. Now all the people around him would have to ask about it. Normally, they would just ask one sentence and forget it, but in front of the camera, they would have to remember it all the time, ask about his health, and take care of him in every way. He didn't like that, and he knew Lucas Fang didn't like it even more. Lucas Fang never told anyone whether he was injured or sick. He didn't like being paid too much attention to. He was used to being strong, didn't like being a weak person, and never put himself in the position of a weak person.
The photography teacher wanted to take a close-up of the bowl of noodles, but Oliver Yuan smiled and covered his hands to stop the photo: "Don't take a photo of my poor cooking skills. He's the only one who can eat the noodles I cook."
Oliver Yuan pushed the bowl over. Lucas Fang had been looking at his face since he came in, and he was still looking at it now. Oliver Yuan whispered to him, "It only has some diced meat in it. Eat it."
Lucas Fang lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "Thank you."
Oliver Yuan was stunned for a moment, then he chuckled, shook his head and said, "What are you talking to me about?"
After dinner, everyone went back to their tents to rest. Lucas Fang went back to take a nap, but Oliver Yuan did not go back. He borrowed a horse from a local.
The young director didn't dare to let him ride away by himself. If he fell, she couldn't bear the responsibility. Oliver Yuan repeatedly assured her that he wouldn't fall, and wrote her a handwritten disclaimer, then waved his hand and left. The photographer couldn't keep up after following him for a while, so Oliver Yuan told them: "I'll be back in half an hour, don't shoot this part, just treat it as me sleeping."
How could Oliver Yuan fall off a horse? He has been playing with horses since he was a child. When he was a child, there were not so many cars on the street. At that time, his grandparents had to drive a horse-drawn carriage to go to the county. His grandfather drove the carriage from behind, and Oliver Yuan sat on the saddle. Although he was not very big, he sat high up, looking majestic and proud. Oliver Yuan touched the horse's neck and said to it, "My king, take me for a run?"
The horse swung its tail without blinking its beautiful big eyes.
Oliver Yuan said again: "Let's run a lap and get some fresh air."
He held the reins in one hand and let them hang casually by his side. He held the whip in the other hand and folded it to gently tap the horse's B*tt0cks, urging it in a low voice. He was riding a big red horse, which increased its speed little by little, and finally let it go completely, galloping across the grassland.
Oliver Yuan smiled and looked at the sky, then closed his eyes and felt the wind blowing across his face. This was his nature, he yearned for these things, liked these things. The entangled and obscure thoughts in his heart were blown away by the wind, so that when he and the horse rode back after having enough fun, they both had a little smile on their faces.
Lucas Fang was talking to the young director in front of the tent. Oliver Yuan pulled the reins to slow down and slowly walked towards them. Lucas Fang said to the director: "Look, I told him that he will be fine. Let him play whatever he wants. Let him do it. He knows what he is doing."
The young director didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Teacher Fang, you dare but we don't. If something really happens, the leader will kill me."
Oliver Yuan was still riding leisurely on his horse. Lucas Fang looked at him with a distant soft light in his eyes. He shook his head: "Why don't you think about it? If even I can rest assured, why can others worry about it?"
The young director didn't understand at first, but then he smiled and said, "Yes, you know best."
After letting Oliver Yuan go, she felt more and more regretful. She shouldn't have let him ride out on his own. If nothing happened, everything would be fine. If something did happen, she would be the first to be held accountable. Even a scratch would be a big deal. Later, she couldn't sit still any longer and went to find Lucas Fang to ask if he could call Teacher Yuan back. Lucas Fang was calm and unhurried, which made her feel at ease. In fact, now that she thinks about it, the real owner didn't even blink an eye. No matter how worried someone is, it can't be better than the couple. If Lucas Fang is not worried, then there is really no need to worry.
Oliver Yuan sat on his horse, looking down at them from above, and asked, "What bad things did you say about me?"
The young director stuck out his tongue and said, "I was afraid you would run too far and not come back. I was so worried."
Oliver Yuan smiled, touched the horse's neck again, and said, "The horses here were originally raised by their owners for riding, and they are very obedient. The horses we raised before were much more difficult to handle than this one. You can ask Teacher Fang how long I trained that horse."
Lucas Fang hummed, touched the mane of Oliver Yuan's horse, and gently scraped it with the back of his hand, saying, "The horses I raise are always very disobedient."
Oliver Yuan glanced at him, then pursed his lips and jumped off the horse. He led the horse back to the owner, and the young director said to him: "It's time to start recording, Mr. Yuan! Don't run anymore!"
Oliver Yuan was leading the horse, not looking back, but just raising his hand and waving it gently.
The show that afternoon was full of complaints. Although Oliver Yuan was speechless, he still had to record the show well. It was still the same thing. If you get paid, you should record it as well as possible.
The production team asked them to wear sterile suits and disinfect from head to toe before entering the cattle farm. After touring back and forth, the key point finally came. Each group had to choose a cow. The cow that produced the most milk within a specified time would be able to live in an air-conditioned tent. There was only one deluxe room with a shower and air conditioning.
This is really a blind spot in wilderness knowledge. It is no longer the territory of wild monkeys. When he was a child, his grandfather's family also raised cows, but they were not dairy cows. He never did milking.
The two girls were only busy praising this one for being pretty and that one for being cute, while the other group, Emily Chi and Max Cheng, were quite serious and were trying to figure out which one to choose.
Oliver Yuan said to Lucas Fang: "Brother Yi, stand still. You are the best actor. Keep your best actor airs and don't let it fall."
He turned around and said to the photographer: "Come on, record me."
Oliver Yuan stuck his B*tt out, bent over and pressed them to study which one looked bigger, which one seemed to have more milk, and which one had a better temper and could squeeze out more.
"This one looks too thin, it seems like it won't work..." Oliver Yuan kept bending over, his face was congested, his nose was blocked, and his voice was muffled: "I am a man in his thirties, and I am lying here studying this, huh? Is this appropriate?"
Emily Chi beside him was so happy that he said to him, "Brother Oliver Yuan, have you chosen yet?"
Oliver Yuan looked at him and asked, "What are you doing?"
Emily Chi said: "I see you are the most serious one. Do you have a backup? When you have chosen, we will ask you to choose the backup one."
Oliver Yuan laughed and said to him, "You are quite easy."
This program is a deliberate prank on them. They recorded it this way on purpose. After the cattle are selected, they still need to be prepared. They need to disinfect and wipe the key parts of the cattle, and then massage them. There are technical instructors beside them, telling them how hard to use, how to massage, and in which direction.
After they were all kneaded, the technical instructor was teaching them on the spot, telling them where to squat and how to use their hands. Oliver Yuan squatted beside the cow, grabbed one of them, and milked according to the technician's instructions: "I'm on you today, so you can do whatever you want to me."
Lucas Fang squatted on the other side. He didn't work properly, just looked at Oliver Yuan and laughed. Oliver Yuan squeezed and mumbled something. The scene was so funny that the young director kept covering his mouth with laughter.
"Yes, just laugh. I'll do it myself and see when I can squeeze out a bucket. You'll be cold at night and I'll see if you can still laugh." Oliver Yuan glanced at Lucas Fang and said.
Lucas Fang was still smiling. Oliver Yuan had never seen him smile like this before. Oliver Yuan said, "Okay, you can smile. I'll do it. Just be happy."
Oliver Yuan's hands moved alternately loose and tight, up and down, and the white milk stained Oliver Yuan's slender and beautiful fingers. Lucas Fang looked at his hands, and his eyes gradually deepened as he smiled.
Oliver Yuan glanced at him, curled up the corners of his mouth and chuckled.
From an angle that the camera couldn't capture, Oliver Yuan's thumb deliberately scraped slowly, leaving two drops of white milk on his fingertips. He deliberately made circles with his hands when milking, a fairly normal action that had to have a playful feel. His eyes met with Lucas Fang's in the dark, and Oliver Yuan raised his eyes and threw a small hook at the end of his eye.
Lucas Fang said something to him, without any utterance, only the shape of his mouth, but Oliver Yuan understood it instantly.
Others saw that he was milking and suddenly sat on the ground and started laughing, laughing so hard that his eyes almost disappeared.
Lucas Fang stood up and stopped fooling around with him, walking to the side to see the progress of others.
Oliver Yuan sat on the ground and laughed, but he had to squeeze in. He couldn't not work if the actor didn't work. If he didn't work, they wouldn't have air conditioning at night. Teacher Fang still had a cold, so he shouldn't get cold. Besides, if he got upset and said something to him, Oliver Yuan wouldn't be able to sleep for half the night.
Oliver Yuan shook his head, thinking of what Lucas Fang had said to him in the dark just now, and he still wanted to laugh. Teacher Fang was so cute sometimes.
His eyes were dark just now, and his face was helpless but he pretended to be calm, and he said to him lightly---
---Why are you so flirty?
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