It took me at least an hour to drive and take a few mountain roads to get to my destination.

It was a poor and backward small mountain village. From a distance, I saw a stone as high as a person with four villages written on it.

The stone looks very old, and the red oil of the words "four village" begins to fade, only to see the appearance.

The car stopped and the staff went to the back to get their luggage.

As soon as suno opened the car door, the cold wind came, which made her nose itch.

The wind was like a knife. Fortunately, suno was wearing a turtleneck. As long as he lowered his head, he could cover half his chin.

"Wow, it's really cold."

Compared with Rongcheng, it's really much colder. Now, Rongcheng is only wearing long sleeves when the air is cold.

But here, we have to wear sweaters and cotton padded clothes.

The staff member laughed, "of course, there are several snow mountains. Look."

As long as you look up a little, you can see the towering snow mountain. The vast expanse of white is beautiful.

Suno followed the staff for a few steps, and then saw the car of the program group in the other steps. It seems that other artists have arrived.

She quickened her pace. Suno has a special sense of time. She doesn't like others.

Maybe they know that they are stars, maybe they are a group of strangers, and the villagers in the village come out to see them from time to time.

Some, still holding an old cup, the heat around her face, the yellow skin in the smoke, gradually blurred, only a pair of round black glasses, especially clear.

That pair of black eyes, full of complex emotions.

It seems that in addition to being at a loss and curious, there is also a sense of incomprehensibility.

This feeling, as suno crossed more and more villagers, became more and more intense.

Soon they came to a cottage.

This is not an ordinary villa, but a slightly better looking two-story building.

As soon as suno came in, the director said hello to her.

"Here comes Mr. Su."

Suno nodded, "good director."

Before she had time to see what artists there were, a cup of warm hot water stood in front of her eyes.

The curl of hot air came face to face, let originally frozen stiff little face, slightly restored some heat.

"It's cold outside. Have some ginger tea."

A familiar, clean voice.

Su Nuo raised her eyes, just to the gentle and clean smile of Shangzhuang Jin.

She took the cup and said, "thank you."

Suno drank a few mouthfuls, sure enough, ginger tea under the stomach, the body's cold was dispelled, the whole person is a little warm.

"Is it much warmer? You've just recovered. How can you wear so little? "

Recovery? Oh, suno thought of Ye Jie's white lie.

Because of the white lie, Zhuang Jin even called her to say hello.

Well, this little fresh meat respects the elders.

Zhuang Jin took off his scarf and put it on for suno.

Suno was stunned. "No, No."

She had a cup in her hand, and it was not convenient for her to untie the scarf in her other hand.

"It's OK. Surround yourself. I'm not afraid of the cold."

"What's more, it's cold here. There is not even a small clinic in the village. If you want to see a doctor, you have to go to the city. If you get sick, it will be very troublesome. The crew's time is limited. "

The director also replied, "yes, Zhuang Jin is thoughtful."

"Mr. Su, you are weak. You'd better surround yourself, or you'll be in trouble with a cold. If Mr. Su doesn't mind, you can use mine."

Seeing the director also want to get his scarf down, suno said: "no, I'll use Zhuang Jin's