After rebirth, I was hugged and kissed by a crazy boss

Book signing event.

"This……"

Gu Qingyan scratched his head in confusion.

"Is he out of fashion? Why is there no one here?"

The two hurried to the bookstore, but did not see the crowded scene they had imagined.

There were large posters outside the bookstore and a signing table inside, but no one was queuing.

The few customers in the bookstore were obviously not there for the book signing.

There are piles of new books on the table.

A man with light flaxen hair and wearing sunglasses sat behind the autograph desk, with his legs propped up on the table, seemingly taking a nap.

"Why is it... it's him?"

Yan Qing scratched his head.

“It’s not quite what I imagined.”

Gu Qingyan waved his hand carelessly: "It's okay, I'm here now."

The two walked to the signing table, and Gu Qingyan poked the man's shoulder:

"Excuse me, are you He Yi'an?"

The man was half asleep, and when she suddenly touched him, he was so frightened that he almost fell off his chair.

"Ouch—"

He managed to maintain his balance with great difficulty, then pulled his sunglasses down his nose and squinted at Gu Qingyan.

"Yes, I am He Yi'an."

Under the sunglasses, he has thick eyebrows, a high nose, lively and clear amber eyes, and soft lips... He looks like a character from a girls' comic.

Yan Qing stared at the face in a daze, feeling as if he had seen it somewhere... yet it was completely different.

"With your popularity... why are there only so few people?" Gu Qingyan touched the back of his head, "This shouldn't be the case."

"My friend, I have really run out of ideas."

He Yian spread his hands.

"Once I sell out this little bit of stock, I'll change my career."

"Change career? Which career do you plan to change to?"

Gu Qingyan asked casually while flipping through the unsold books.

"I haven't thought about it yet. Anyway, I hate what I do."

He Yian said with a smile,

"I hate this business of illustration."

Gu Qingyan picked up a book from each of the piles and placed it in front of He Yian:

"Ma'am, you can sign now."

He immediately picked up the pen and signed his name on the title page with ease.

"My friend is your biggest fan."

Gu Qingyan watched He Yi'an write so smoothly.

"Anyway, there's no one in line right now... Can you write a message for her?"

"Oh? What to write?"

He Yian raised his head to look at her, then tilted his head to look at Yan Qing behind him.

"Emm... just write, wishing little Yanqing... good health and a long life?"

Gu Qingyan snapped his fingers.

"what?"

He Yian took off his sunglasses puzzledly and looked at Yan Qing.

"Longevity?"

"Yeah." Gu Qingyan nodded.

"That's right, the little girl doesn't look well. Health is important."

He Yian opened a book and was about to write, when suddenly an idea struck him.

"Well, ma'am, I have nothing to do anyway. I'll draw a portrait of your friend and write this sentence on it, okay?"

"Really? Madam, you are such a good person!"

Gu Qingyan exaggeratedly pretended to wipe away tears, then pulled over a chair and pulled Yan Qing over to sit down.

"Ma'am, do you need any tools or anything?"

"I have them all here."

He Yian took out his sketchbook, held a sharpened pencil in front of his eyes with his right hand, and measured the distance and structure of the picture.

After a while, he began to write, his eyes focused and serious, the pencil in his hand slid lightly across the sketchbook, and the lines gradually outlined Yan Qing's contours.

With just a few strokes, her charm comes to life on paper.

Gu Qingyan watched from the side and casually gave an emotional value: "Wow, Madam draws really well!"

"Of course, I'm He Yi'an!"

He looked up from time to time to observe Yan Qing's expression, capturing every subtle change.

Finally, he threw down his pencil and looked at the portrait in his hand with satisfaction:

"Not bad. This should be the last painting of my career. Let me take a picture first."

After taking the photo, he wrote the words as Gu Qingyan said -

"I wish little Yanqing good health and a long life."

The girl in the painting has an exquisite and beautiful face, but her expression is serene and her eyes are downcast. She is not looking directly at the painter. Her eyes seem to contain an indescribable melancholy, which is like morning mist, lingering in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, which moves people.

"Madam, if you change your profession, wouldn't it be a great loss to the industry? It's a pity for your painting skills."

Gu Qingyan sighed as he looked at the painting.

“You are fake fans.”

He Yi'an was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

"If you pay attention to my dynamics, you won't say such things."

"...Well." Gu Qingyan smiled awkwardly, "I'm a fake fan, but my friends are not."

Seeing this, Yan Qing stepped forward to help and said:

"I am indeed your die-hard fan. I like your series on mountain spirits, sea monsters, and the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons the most, as well as the later derivative picture albums of the Classic of Mountains and Seas."

"The former is a spark of genius inspiration, and the latter is a perfect fusion of techniques and ideas. But I don't like your books on cultural relics fantasy and cyberpunk. After buying them, I felt that it was a complete waste of money. I even suspected that someone else had painted them in your name."

“Hahahahaha, it looks like he’s a real fan.”

He Yian slapped his thigh and laughed.

"Those volumes were products that the editor forced me to draw to capitalize on the popularity of the work. How can they be compared to the artworks before and after?"

"Really? How do you understand me so well? I don't even want to take your money anymore."

Although he was still smiling, there was a hint of loneliness in his eyes.

"Just keep painting." Gu Qingyan couldn't help but persuade her, "Do what you like, and don't worry about what others say."

He Yian scratched his head, his facial expression changing again and again, and finally he sighed:

"It's really a little girl."

"After today, He Yi'an will no longer exist."

He immersed himself in the world of painting for too long and escaped too much...

Now, he has to go back and shoulder his own responsibilities like a real man.

Gu Qingyan shrugged and did not deny it.

"I declare this the end of the book signing."

He Yian stood up and stretched.

"You two, see you again if we are lucky."

……

As the sun sets, Yan Qing sits down on the steps of the square and quietly watches the street singers perform.

"Here, the fried chicken is here."

Gu Qingyan sat next to her carrying two paper bags.

"I didn't buy Coke, but I did buy mineral water."

"I just checked He Yi'an's recent movements."

Yan Qing pursed her lips.

"He seems to be involved in plagiarism and copyright disputes. The publishing house he signed with was also acquired."

"Plagiarism? Not really."

Gu Qingyan opened the paper bag, put on gloves and started to eat the chicken nuggets.

"That person doesn't look like he can copy."

"It's more like someone is targeting me."

Yan Qing smelled the aroma of fried chicken and couldn't help but grab another bag and start eating.

"Hahahahaha I told you you couldn't help it!"

Gu Qingyan was holding a chicken leg and laughing happily.

"It's too stressful to have a meal with that evil spirit Fu Wangjin. It's not like I can be so relaxed."

Yan Qing nodded in agreement while biting the chicken nuggets without any image, as if it was the most delicious food in the world.

"Slow down, slow down, don't choke."

Gu Qingyan unscrewed the bottle of mineral water and handed it to her.

"Eat less. Fried chicken is too hard and contains a lot of oil and salt, which is bad for your stomach. If you're not full, eat another meal when you get back."

Yan Qing took the mineral water, gulped down a big gulp, and a refreshed expression appeared on his face.

“Yeah, that’s life.”

Gu Qingyan said meaningfully.