Gu Mian was somewhat surprised that his task wasn't something along the lines of "eating shit."
He had long felt that the world had displayed an exceptional level of malice towards him, so if his task really was "eating shit," he wouldn't have been the least bit shocked.
On the contrary, the seemingly easy task: "Do not enter the village until filming is done for today" left Gu Mian somewhat puzzled.
He silently touched his guitar bag and looked at the three people next to him.
Accompany me next year still seemed ignorant and clueless, appearing as if they had sensed something but understood nothing at all.
Xie Bi'an was wrapped tighter than a moldy pharaoh in an Egyptian pyramid. Gu Mian couldn't fathom the thoughts of those moldy pharaohs, nor could he discern Xie Bi'an's current mood.
