Most of the yurts in the Gobi Desert are made of white felt and are small and exquisite. This one is indeed the cleanest among the crew. Except for the bleating of sheep that can be heard outside the room, there is almost no odor.

Qin Huo was wearing his crisp and clean suit. He didn't look like someone who could tolerate sleeping with cow dung. They had lived under the same roof for so long, so Harami didn't feel uncomfortable living with him for a few days.

After the New Year's Eve dinner, the relationship between the two of them was obviously closer than before. Yuan Shang was not so polite anymore. After the crew left the yurt, he asked Qin Huo: "There were so many people just now that I didn't have the nerve to mention you.

If you're not used to living with others, it wouldn't be too much trouble for me to move to Director Yu's place."

Assistant Mu listened a little hesitantly. Although they seemed very domineering when they came to the place uninvited and occupied the house and kicked out the people who originally lived there, he knew the habits of his boss very well. If conditions permit,

I don't even want to sit in a car with someone I don't know. He is indeed a person who pays great attention to the territory of his life. This felt room is so cramped, and there is only one bed. The two of them live together, or they have to sleep together.

If someone has to lie down somewhere else, judging from his boss's usual behavior, it is probably the latter option. Why bother? What's more, privately, he doesn't really want to see Haruka tired every day.

I couldn't sleep well after I came back from filming.

While he was busy packing his things, he opened his mouth and wanted to say a few words for help. Unexpectedly, before he could say anything, the boss's cold eyes suddenly pierced him.

Qin Huo couldn't tell what he was thinking. He was reluctant to let Yuan go up and live with Yu Shuimiao. He took his restraining eyes away from his assistant and replied calmly: "Is there anything I can't get used to?

Like such a squeamish person?"

Originally, it didn't seem like he was being polite, but no matter how much he kept mentioning it, it actually seemed stingy. What's more, the bed in the yurt was very big, usually enough for the herdsmen and their whole family to rest on it. If two people lived there, normal people would find it spacious.

Without saying much, he shook the quilt off the bed and said, "Okay, we'll have one quilt each, so it shouldn't be too crowded. But if you really can't stand it, don't hide it tomorrow. I'll move it then."

It’s too late.”

The brand new cotton made a heavy muffled sound on the bed. Assistant Mu took advantage of the original time to tidy up and said softly: "Director Qin, your sleep is not good to begin with. Why don't you let me mention it to the crew..."

Qin Huo stared at Yuan Shang's action of bending down and shaking the pillow, and felt that the noise in his ears was really annoying. He waved his hands impatiently: "Okay, okay, have you packed your things? Pack them and go back to your room."

, the place is so small, don’t make it more confusing!”

"..." Assistant Mu thought to himself, I'm really pissed off.

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The Gobi Desert has a large temperature difference between day and night. It is already very cold during the day, and the cold wave is even more terrifying after the sun goes down. The herdsmen’s living conditions are difficult, and the crew cannot build a cafeteria and bathroom now. After washing his feet outside, Hara Shang dragged his snow boots and groaned.

A cold wind entered the yurt. The yurt was warmer than outside, but the heating equipment was outdated, so it was still cold. After he got into the thick quilt, the feeling of being hit by the cold wind became less severe.

When it comes to survival, what kind of image should we pay attention to? Yuan Shang wrapped himself tightly, with only his head exposed, and looked at Qin Huo, who was still busy working on the computer not far away: "Director Qin, aren't you cold?"

Can Qin Huo not be cold? It's just that he hasn't shivered for the sake of image. His body temperature is already low, so even though he was wrapped in two thick coats, his hands and feet were still stiff from the cold while sitting here. But after washing, he must be there immediately

I went to bed to rest. There was an extra person on the bed, which seemed to be very spacious in the afternoon, and it seemed to become cramped all of a sudden. The bulging quilt where I was lying on the bed made a small hill, leaving half of the outer space of the bed. Qin Huo saw

Looking at that moment of free time, he looked at Uehara's slightly confused eyes again, feeling nervous for no reason.

The process of washing up was extremely long. On the way back to the yurt, the cold wind hit my face. The compact milky-white hut under the dark sky gave people the illusion that this was the only place they belonged. When Qin Huo opened the door curtain, his heart was churning.

A slight sense of expectation arose.

Different from the bright lights in the gathering area, there was only one dim lamp lit in the felt shed. The soft light shone on the exotic woven fabrics on the ground and wall tents, and the colors were rich and pleasing. The quilt on the bed was newly purchased by the crew.

Yes, the cover is also a brand new quilt, but it is probably purchased locally, and the colors are somewhat difficult to describe. The palace is filled with wealth and wealth, and the hustle and bustle has a strong appeal. It seems to be warm and tolerant.

Just like lying on Yuan Shang. Yuan Shang looked a little sleepy. He curled up and yawned several times. He huddled in the thick quilt and looked softer than usual. Qin Huo stood beside the bed and also

I couldn't figure out what was going on in my mind, and my heart was beating like a drum.

He lifted the corner of the quilt and got in gently.

It's so cold - the skin touches the cold sheets, and the heat accumulated while washing has been blown away by the cold wind all the way. Qin Huo frowned in discomfort, and tried to imitate the original method of shrinking a little closer to the quilt, but still couldn't

fruit.
Chapter completed!