Prosperous Marriage: Unspoken Rules in the Entertainment Industry

Because the two caught several fish the day before and came back with a good harvest, they didn't go anywhere this morning, and both lay on the sun loungers in front of the cabin.

Besides, because of the lack of cooking seasoning here, the fish they tried to cook last night didn't really taste very good.

So Wanwan found a large glass tank from the storage room, put all the fish in it, and specially picked up a few pebbles and some aquatic plants from the bottom of the river, and decorated it nicely.

After lunch, the two played cards again. Afterwards, Jiang Ling felt that her card skills were too poor, so he liked to play tricks and refused to play with her. He went back to the room, and she walked around the outside by herself again, and unexpectedly soon came to dinner again. time.

How time flies!Wanwan looked at the dinner she had packed, stretched herself, and shook her head in disbelief.In the ravine, there is no Internet, no computer, no TV, and no one. It seems that they are out of touch with normal society, but they are so happy.The time is short and long, and every moment is so relaxing and joyful, as if... it can go on like this for a lifetime.

A "ding" sound from the microwave interrupted her reverie.

Wan Wan hurriedly took out the heated dishes and went upstairs to ask Jiang Ling to eat.

Walking to the door with her hands behind her back, she first coughed twice, then made an empty fist with her right hand, and knocked on the door three times, "Little rabbit, be good, open the door."

It was silent inside.

She continued singing, "Come on, I'm coming in."

Still no response.

So Wanwan changed her falsetto, asking and answering, "No, no, I won't. Mom won't come back, and no one will."

After singing Rabbit, she squeezed her throat, changed her original voice and continued singing Big Bad Wolf, "Little Rabbit, be good, open the door. Open it quickly, Mommy wants to come in..."

She sang a little too fascinated, until Jiang Ling stretched out his hand and pushed her aside, she didn't realize that the door had opened.

"Ah, what a cute little rabbit." She bent her fingers into the shape of claws, making a gesture to pounce on it.

Unmoved, Jiang Ling gave her a disgusted look, "You are so naive."

"You are naive!"

"Since arriving here, your IQ has plummeted. I think the remaining IQ has dropped below zero."

"If you dislike me, go back to City C!"

Jiang Ling walked down the stairs on his own, "Let's quickly find a place to recharge."

"Jiangling," Wanwan's voice lowered, "I'm serious." She looked at the boy's raised amber eyes, "This is our last meal here. We should go back."

The young man in white put his left hand on the escalator, paused for a moment, nodded, "I know."

At the last dinner, neither of them spoke, but they both ate very slowly, mouthful by mouthful.

After the meal, the two of them worked together to wash all the dishes, and put the dried dishes in the small bamboo basket with Wanwan, and put a paper bag containing several hundred dollars underneath.

She carried the small bamboo basket to the eaves, stood up and looked at the dome-like dark blue sky and the low-hanging stars, and took a deep breath.

Holidays always have to end.

Life here is good, but they still have to go back.

In other words, vacations are good because they are vacations, not life as a whole.

To survive, one needs to fight.

And their battlefield is in City C.