Thinking that it was a long time ago since the last time he called to play games, Murong Qiao couldn't help but brighten his eyes.

Huo Yichen saw through her mind at a glance, "Which one do you want to play?"

"I'm an adult now." Murong Qiao looked at him and smiled triumphantly.

"Of course I want them all!"

In front of Huo Yichen, Murong Qiao can unscrupulously throw away the maturity and stability in the company, hold a cup of game coins, and stand in front of the claw machine to realize the freedom of catching dolls.

Huo Yichen originally had some other arrangements, but seeing Murong Qiao playing so happily, it was because the other party acted recklessly, just standing next to her, cheering with the other party for a little victory from time to time is to be happy together.

It's just that not everyone can empathize with this overly joyful festival atmosphere.

When encountering a festival like Qixi Festival, many variety shows naturally seized this opportunity and planned to create some game sessions related to Qixi Festival to catch the festival's enthusiasm and create highlights for the show.

"You can play games with the female guest when the time comes, and don't look so cold by the way, everything will be easy to talk about!"

The scout who dug Nan Jin into the company last time was talking to Nan Jin on the other end of the phone.

"Besides, you have participated once, and you are familiar with it. There should be no other problems." The scout was very relieved of Nan Jin.

Nan Jin was sitting in the car of the "Spring Rest in Peach Wild" program group, holding a phone call with the scout.

Since the last time "Spring Rest in Peach Wild" became very popular and the response from the audience was also very good, the chief director has been thinking about preparing for the second season.

Therefore, as a guest of the first season, Nan Jin was naturally also invited. After all, his cool and handsome image had captured the hearts of many little girls before, so his popularity is not low.

Nan Jin answered casually, ended the call, and then glanced at the people in the car.

After not seeing the person she wanted, Nan Jin withdrew her gaze in disappointment.

"Sorry for wasting everyone's time, I'm a bit late—" A female voice came from the car door.

Nan Jin cast her gaze away almost as soon as the voice sounded, but after seeing the strange face of the girl coming in from the car door, she indifferently withdrew her gaze and turned to look out of the window where there was nothing.

"Now that everyone is here, we are ready to go." The filming staff shouted.

The car started slowly amidst the staff's explanation, and then Nan Jin heard the staff's introduction to the program rules.

But at this moment, he couldn't listen to a word, and his thoughts were flying around, becoming aimless.

no sister.

He realizes it.

Nan Jin's eyes dimmed a lot because of this, but when he thought about the fact that he had no intention of agreeing to record the show before, but was able to meet his sister, he felt that he was lucky enough.

The reason why Nan Jin agreed that the scout would come to this show again was because she wanted to meet Murong Qiao again.

But now seeing all the guests, but still unable to see the most familiar figure, Nan Jin felt a little bit of rippling in his heart, and finally all returned to calm.

"Hello? Let's get to know each other." Suddenly a girl sat down next to him, who should be his partner today.

But now Nan Jin has no intention of making a show.

People who think about Murong Qiao are not only Nan Jin, but also the other two brothers of the Nan family, Nan Xuan and Nan Hao.

Now it's time for dinner at night, Nan Xuan and Nan Hao are sitting on the sofa together, watching the program broadcast on the TV hanging on the opposite wall.

That was the first season of "Spring Rest in the Peach Field".

Now I don't know how many times it has been rebroadcasted, but with its good popularity, it still occupies the evening time slot and has become one of the programs people watch when they eat.

And Nanxuan and Nanhao almost pinpointed the broadcasting time of the program every night, and they would squat in front of the TV to watch the broadcasting of the program on time.

Even if there was an advertisement during the broadcast, both of them were reluctant to take their eyes off and stayed motionless on the screen, for fear that they would miss any shot about their sister.

Most of the time the two watched the show in silence, only when Murong Qiao came out would they cheer up and concentrate.

"Xian Yu...is he also one of Qiao Qiao's older brothers?" Nan Hao looked at the very handsome Xian Yu on the screen, with faint wrinkles appearing between his brows.

Apart from concentrating on school these days, he didn't pay attention to other places, and naturally he didn't know who the Murong family was.

"En." Nanxuan replied coldly.

Don't look at his plain face, but after seeing the various interactions between Xian Yu and Murong Qiao in the show, he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and a different kind of emotion emerged.

He was a little envious of Nan Jin being able to be on the show and get in close contact with his sister.

It's just that after seeing the intimate actions between Xian Yu and his sister that were deliberately magnified by the chief director, the uncomfortable feeling in his heart became stronger.

Nan Hao also didn't feel any good in his heart.

He looked at the empty room of the second brother, and thought of the other party's actions for the second season, he suddenly asked an uncontrollable question.

"Brother, do you think the second brother will meet his sister again?"

Only this time the question was not immediately answered.

Nanxuan almost silently ate the rest of the rice in his bowl, then got up.

"……have no idea."

After he gave such an answer, he returned to his room almost without looking back, and closed the door to cut off the line of sight that Nan Hao followed.

If only he was Nam Jin.

Such thoughts came to Nanxuan's heart for no reason, and he remembered the wrong things he had done to his sister.

Even at this point, despite knowing that the rift between them and their sister can no longer be mended, back to the beginning.

But Nanxuan would occasionally have unrealistic fantasies, fantasizing that he and Murong Qiao could return to the close brother-sister relationship a long time ago.

And the same is true for Nan Hao who is sitting on the sofa in the living room.

"... Qiao Qiao." He stared at the TV screen, and the address he called overlapped with Xian Yu's voice on the TV.

It was as if he was calling his sister.

When she should have apologized before, she had already decided to end the matter completely.

But after that, whenever he saw his younger sister's face on the screen or on TV, or heard other people talking about Murong Qiao's voice, Nan Hao would subconsciously turn his attention away.

It was a subconscious reaction, and he had no time to control it.

Nan Hao stared at Xian Yu and Murong Qiao who were chatting and laughing on the screen, and suddenly felt a feeling of envy in his heart.

He is not as good at hiding his emotions as Nanxuan, but the more he thinks about it, the more uncomfortable he feels.

So Nan Hao took out his mobile phone, found the second brother's chat box, and sent a message to the other party.

[Second brother, have you met your sister yet? 】

A line of words was deleted, deleted, and deleted. Nan Hao wanted to say a lot, but after deliberation and deletion, he only asked this one sentence.

After the message was sent, Nan Hao stared at the phone screen.

After the screen-off time automatically set by the system was activated, I persistently pressed it on again, but after waiting for nearly half an hour, I didn't get a response.

When the broadcast of "Spring Rest in the Peach Field" ended this night, Nan Hao couldn't bear to lie on his side on the sofa until he fell asleep without letting go of the phone in his hand.

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