Three days and two nights

After hanging up the phone, Chen Yan pushed the full shopping cart to check out, and then asked the supermarket deliveryman to help him get it home. This was the official end of the trip to the supermarket.

It was after nine o'clock when I got home, and after putting away the fruits and vegetables I just bought, Chen Yan started to tidy up the room.

Huanhuan and the cameraman followed him all the time. After watching for a while, they couldn't help asking, "Did you find a housekeeper?"

Chen Yan was silent for a moment, then turned to look at the camera, then turned back to continue with the work she was doing: "I don't like strangers coming to my house very much."

Huanhuan: "..." Well, I'm starting to feel awkward again.

Huanhuan: "Then why did you agree to participate in our program recording this time?"

Chen Yan lowered her eyelids, and sighed slightly: "Yi Bao said that he wants his fans to get to know me, so that they won't say those nasty things on the Internet in the future."

Huanhuan was taken aback, he didn't expect Chen Yan to bring up the topic he didn't bring up so easily, so he hurriedly answered, "So you think—"

"You will still be scolded." Chen Yan said calmly, "There are always people who are dissatisfied. But Yibao insists on doing it, so I don't care."

Huanhuan looked at his face and asked, "I don't think you seem to care about these things."

Chen Yan stood up and faced the direction of the camera, blinked slowly, frowned slightly and asked back: "No one can make people all over the world like themselves, as long as the people I like also like me, that's enough. What do people who don't like and don't like me do?"

Huanhuan was speechless.

But Chen Yan said again: "Yibao is always stupid about this matter, thinking that if he likes me, his fans should like me too. But if the person who is marrying him now is not me, I probably won't like that either." Someone who can stand by his side and accompany him through this life in an open and aboveboard manner."

After saying this, Chen Yan turned around to do other things, leaving the young and beautiful female anchor standing in the living room in a daze.

Later in the evening, Chen Yan made lunch for the three of them. The dishes were not many, but they were all very delicate and delicious, which made the cameraman and the host very hungry.

After the meal, Chen Yan prepared a drink for the two of them. The lemon marinated with honey was mixed with cool soda water, and a few freshly picked mint leaves were added.

Huanhuan and the cameraman seldom sat down to rest. They thought they would be done with taking some shots of daily life in the afternoon, but they didn’t expect that the doorbell rang not long after lunch.

Chen Yan got up to open the door, and after a while a young man in a dark suit followed him in.

When the visitor saw the cameraman and the host, he was taken aback, then turned to look at Chen Yan: "This is—"

"Yibao's job." Chen Yan didn't elaborate, just said, "It will be broadcast on TV and online."

The young man said "oh oh" twice, and laughed: "It's okay, it's okay, what I brought today is not confidential, I can let them record it. It just so happens that I can use your big baby's light to make a free advertisement!"

Huanhuan: "..."

Cameraman: "..."

Chen Yan didn't say much, sat down on the sofa and looked at the young man quietly.

The young man didn't go too far, he went over with his things, took a seat very close to Chen Yan, took out a mobile hard disk from his briefcase, and took out the rolled drawing paper from the painting bucket that he carried with him.

"Here," the young man spread out the drawing paper, "the computer crashed the original work, and the manuscript is gone. Right now, there is just this one manuscript, and this one is the back and side view of the supplement."

As he said that, he lifted it up and shook it towards the camera, and then said to Chen Yan: "I wanted to find someone else to get it, but the higher-ups had a sudden whim and said that I would need it in a few days. I have no choice but to do it." Come here and beg you."

Huanhuan directed the cameraman to take a close-up of the character on the drawing, took a second look, and suddenly exclaimed: "Isn't this the character in XX Sword Soul!"

The young man smiled and said, "Yes! This is a new version. The official blog has posted pictures before, but it has not been officially put into use. After all, the model has not been built yet, let alone anything else."

After speaking, I went to discuss with Chen Yan: "You can just make the most basic model, and don't worry about the rest. I will let other teams take over."

Chen Yan looked at the picture for a while, then nodded slightly, agreeing.

The young man was overjoyed, and hurriedly typed the date again: "Can it be out the day after tomorrow?"

Chen Yan refused without hesitation: "No. 20 at the earliest."

The young man's face was almost broken: "I don't believe it took you so long to make this model!"

Chen Yan: "Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow Yibao will rest."

Youth: "...Why do you want to get married! When will you get divorced! Divorce, please!"

Chen Yan looked at him silently without speaking.

The young man wiped his face, thinking that these two people were already like this before they got married, they were inseparable, as long as they didn't break up, there was no difference.

Youth: "No. 20 is No. 20." It's better than handing it over to someone else that won't come out this month, or what comes out can't be used at all.

After the talk, Chen Yan did not send the young man out, but got up and left with the drawing and the mobile hard drive.

The cameraman, the host and the young man followed behind him quietly, and when they saw him entering a room and were about to close the door, they blinked at him in unison.

Chen Yan: "...I have to work for two hours, so you can do whatever you want, and don't make too much noise."

The three of them nodded in unison, and Chen Yan didn't close the door.

The cameraman and Huanhuan had never been in the room during the cleaning process, so they were very curious about the inside, and when they really saw it, they were even more dumbfounded.

The door of the room is on the first floor, but it is connected to the second floor. Except for the windows, the rest of the four walls are all glass cabinets. Inside are all kinds of figures, figures, scenes, and buildings. , and so on.

Huanhuan looked at it for a while, and then asked the young man in a low voice: "What does Mr. Chen do?"

The young man looked back at her in surprise: "You don't know? Didn't he say it?"

Huanhuan shrugged.

The young man thought for a while, nodded and said: "Well, he is not the kind of person who can say it by himself. You know that XX Sword Soul is a 3D game? Before resigning, Mr. Chen was the head of the modeling team, mainly responsible for characters and The construction of the scene and so on. There was a costume movie and a tomb robbery movie before, and the latter was also made by Mr. Chen with a group. Understand?"

Huanhuan: "...I don't know what to do."

Youth: "That's right. Mr. Chen can be said to be second to none in the country in his professional field, but since he met the little star, he has been doing nothing and has been around the little star. What can I do? , I am also very desperate!"

After speaking, he suddenly felt a slip of the tongue, quickly crossed his mouth with his finger, and then bowed to the camera: "Don't broadcast this passage? I'm afraid that I will be killed by Yan Dada's fans."

Huanhuan didn't speak.

Youth: "Then make a mosaic, cover your face for me, and delay your death."

Huanhuan: "Success."