I chase after the actor by lifting iron

Such a big event must be reported to the agent. Sister Xi Shi contacted him and asked the company to send a car to take him to Fengshan the next day.

Thousands of exhortations and exhortations along the way.

"When you get there, learn from Master Ren and be sweet-mouthed... There is no need, you can perform normally." Sister Xi Shi turned her head to look at him from time to time in the co-pilot: "Since Coach Ren said you are talented, don't be lazy, you should When you are diligent, you should be more diligent, learn something like you used to practice dancing. You can't waste time, right?"

When the car jolted, Ming Chen swayed, pressed the send button by mistake, and sent out a Weibo.

He quickly deleted, rewritten, and kept humming.

"Don't worry, sister Xi Shi, you must practice hard."

"I know, our youngest is still reassuring. The change of clothes and the travel clothes for washing are stuffed in your bag. If it's inconvenient, bring the dirty clothes back. Eat less snacks. It's really greedy. There are sells on the mountain. .This time I have no ability, so I let that Liu... Liu Cha, who is called Liu Cha, serve him a dish." Sister Xi Shi finally remembered Liu Na's full name, and tasted it comfortably: "He didn't ask for it either. Well, I don't know what's wrong with me, but you have to argue with me..."

As he said that, Sister Xi Shi turned her head and glanced at him: "You don't look half as good-looking as our Ming Chen, but the smell of motherfuckers has been scattered for ten miles. What are you doing?"

Ming Chen locked the screen of his phone, raised his eyes and smiled at Sister Xi Shi: "Just browse Weibo casually."

Sister Xi Shi looked at him for a while, then let out a hum of unknown meaning, and looked forward: "Remember to use a small number to brush Weibo, if you dare to enter the wrong number, you will die."

After she finished speaking, she added: "The kind of death that doesn't help calling me a fairy a hundred times."

Ming Chen hummed, and plunged into Weibo again like an elementary school student who heard the head teacher say that get out of class was over.

He also has [-] fans on his trumpet, he can be regarded as a little pink in a certain cover circle.

At first, I practiced my mouth in idleness, and sang in false voice for fear of being found out. I became a goddess inexplicably while singing.Now I still record songs and send them to video sites from time to time.

Yesterday he recorded and posted the song he had promised for a long time, and today the news on Weibo exploded, but he didn't read it.

He was browsing the Weibo of the Yan'an Tianya fan group.

Si Yan'an had a gossip yesterday and was photographed going to the hospital overnight.

It was also a coincidence that the paparazzi was squatting on a certain cheating actress, but accidentally bumped into Si Yan'an's license plate, quickly shifted his target, and posted a light sign showing the word "hospital" and Si Yan'an's back in the middle of the night.

The anonymous forum exploded immediately, and Heizi guessed all the nasty diseases, and the fans of the movie star went back angrily, and there was a big fight.The paparazzi posted the full picture the next day. The hospital was "Ruikang Pet Hospital" with a 24 o'clock sign next to it.

The marketing account was almost flattened by the fans, but a new question appeared—I heard that Si Yanan raised a cat?Why never heard of it!

Ming Chen is the type of fan who refuses to accept.

@尾尾: The male god can only support me if he wants to support him! ! !How can I raise a cat? ? ?

Unsurprisingly, demons danced wildly in the comments.

-Goddess wake up, stop dreaming

-hhhh Goddess Gao Leng set up the 768th collapse

-Si Yan'an's crazy fan is really enough, he controls the sky and the earth, and people keep cats?

Ming Chen pursed his lips, picked this one and went back.

@尾尾: I have been a fan of male gods for six years, and I have never been gossip.He has never reposted cat videos, nor mentioned that he has a cat, and he has never talked about pets in interviews about life, probably because he doesn't like it.

The man was probably staring at him too.

-His relatives and friends broke the news, the forum post [website link], a local cat named Xiaobu.Are you awake?

Ming Chen paused, frowned, and clicked in. There were no photos or other stone hammers in the post, it was just a WeChat chat record. When it mentioned feeding the cat or something, the name "Xiao Bu" appeared once.

He instantly felt what "hostility" was.

I really want to follow the network cable to pinch that person's neck and ask you to open your eyes and take a look. Just a chat record can prove what kind of male god doesn't have a cat. I said that if you don't have a cat, you don't have a cat——

But as soon as his finger touched the reply button, the "hostility" suddenly dissipated again.

Quite boring.

As the man said, no matter how much he doesn't like cats, he doesn't care whether the male god likes cats or not.

He is just a fan, so what if he has been a fan for six years, he will never know what the male god doesn't want to be known.

Frustrated.

When they arrived at the place, Sister Xi Shi got out of the car and was startled when she saw Ming Chen slowly moving down.

"What's the matter? Someone hacked you on Weibo just now?"

"Someone hacks me on Weibo every day." Ming Chen rubbed his eyes, took out the bag from the trunk and put it on his back, like carrying a mountain: "I'm a little sleepy."

Sister Xishi: "When you go up the mountain, you can sleep for a while. Come on, I will accompany you up and talk to the master."

As she spoke, she avoided Ming Chen's hand: "Don't take it when you're tired, my small bag isn't heavy."

"No way," Ming Chen still grabbed Sister Xi Shi's bag and carried it: "The fairy's bag, I carried it with fairy air."

In the next second, he felt his wrist sink.

Good weight.

Women are so strong.

The heat makes people dizzy, and there is still a long way to go after taking the cable car.

The green shadows on both sides of the mountain road are thick and colorful, surrounded by various birds and insects, but Ming Chen suddenly feels a little so-called "quietness".

Very quiet place.

The strong sister Xi Shi can walk like flying in high heels, Ming Chen sighs to himself, and only has the strength to shake hands when she steps into the hall.

Unlike Coach Zhu, Monk Mou Wu is a short, middle-aged man with laugh lines at the corners of his eyes.

The yellow-brown monk's robe was worn on him, and it was a bit empty. A gust of drafts blew through the hall, and the robe swayed, and Ming Chen seemed to see the fairy spirit that was about to ride away with the wind.

The monk spoke slowly, did not mention martial arts, took Ming Chen to the wing room, introduced the daily routine of the temple and the directions of various facilities, and let him get acquainted with the environment today.

Sister Xi Shi sent the man away, closed the door, walked around the house twice, and stuck her head out of the window.

"No air conditioner," she wiped off her sweat, "Can you do it? I feel like the conditions are not good. You should go back, I haven't recovered from it until now, what kind of martial arts are you a little baby, and the transformation is not the same turn..."

"It's not hot," Ming Chen smiled, "It's cool in the mountains."

Sister Xishi sighed: "Okay, then when I leave, I will tell people not to leave you in the sun. Is there no shortage of things? If you don't eat well, buy some snacks. If you have any problems, call me and don't want to practice. just, "

"Ah!" Ming Chen interrupted her, opened his round eyes and looked around: "Where's my sister Xishi's immortal energy!?"

Miss Xi Shi laughed.

"Okay, I won't bother you anymore, let's go."

***

When the tip of the pen falls on the paper, it only takes half a second for the ink to accumulate and bleed into the paper.

Si Yan'an swiped the last swipe, exhaled slowly, and put the brush on the pen holder beside him.

A picture was hung on the wall, he took a few steps back to look at it, frowning slightly.

The doorbell rang suddenly.

Si Yan'an strode out of the study with a cold face. Just as he went downstairs, Guo Hei had already entered.

"Boss!" Guo Hei was always in good spirits, took off his shoes at the door, and raised the rattling plastic bag in his hand: "I brought you something good!"

After speaking, he shivered: "Grass, it's not an air conditioner in your house, it's a refrigerator."

Si Yanan glanced at him and sat down on the sofa.

Guo Gui went to the kitchen to get the bowls by himself, and took out the huge lunch box from the plastic bag. He couldn't fill one bowl, and then filled another bowl.

"My mother just talked about it yesterday. She said that it was hot, and Xiaoan must not be able to sleep well. She needs to make up for it. I heard that the Maogen pork lung soup is made of clear fire, and it is about to be cooked. Yangshengzhai—that is the century-old restaurant last time— —Launched a summer limited series, the old lady found this soup on the official account.”

He put the bowl on the coffee table.

"I'm afraid you won't like it, so my mother queued up and bought one to try. The whole family said it was delicious, so I sent it to you." Guo Kui went to get the chopsticks again: "You should give it a try anyway. I have to go to the store to buy the soup, and there is still a queue, so I can’t buy the next three.”

Usually Si Yan'an would not refuse to move out Guo Hei's mother.

He went to the kitchen with Guo Helmet's suspicious gaze, and came out with two small bowls and a spoon, without expression: "Don't use the spoon, pour the big bowl directly into your mouth."

Guo Helmet scratched his head, smiled, and took the small bowl.

Si Yanan drank a small bowl, stopped moving, and tapped the table with his fingertips: "What did Hou Wenchang say?"

Guo Helmet said vaguely, "I don't admit it."

Si Yanan took a deep breath.

Guo Hei hurriedly said: "Boss, don't get angry, drink a bowl of soup to clear the fire, I know you are upset, but don't get angry and ruin the dragon's body!"

"No." Si Yanan took out a bag of tea from the drawer of the coffee table: "The gangsters he found mentioned 'Brother Hou' in front of me. I guess I didn't want to hide it. It's too embarrassing to be wiped out by a passer-by. "

"That's a good thing to say!" Guo Kui applauded: "Zhengyi Passer-by is so awesome, I have to give him a pennant! Boss, didn't you give him your business card? Didn't he send you a text message or WeChat?"

Si Yanan raised his eyes: "No."

"Ah!" Guo Helmet was stunned.

"Go to Chanxin Temple tomorrow." Si Yan'an suddenly said, "Look for Abbot X Kong."

Guo Kui nodded: "Okay, but boss, haven't you been unable to write recently? Will the old monk scold you?"

"If you can't write well, it doesn't mean you can't write it," Si Yan'an said annoyed, "That's why I want to go."

"Looking for scolding, I understand." Guo Kei nodded.

Si Yanan: "..."

The next day Si Yan'an got up very early, tidied up a bit, and got into Guo Helm's Skoda with two volumes of writing.The headlights were on and it was still dark.

I squinted for a while on the road, and when I woke up, there was morning fog outside the car window. Fortunately, I had already left the city, and the car was able to move forward at a slow speed.

He glanced at his phone, and there were indeed no text messages or WeChat friend requests from strangers.

It's amazing.

That day when he gave the elf his business card, he regretted it the moment he handed it over.

He was out of his mind to give his personal business card to a suspected fan, after all, there was a phone number on it.Although this person has a name and a surname in the circle, all ghosts and snakes can have a name and a surname. Who knows what species he is?

Even if the little fans don't spread the phone everywhere, they might harass them every 2 minutes, and then send a wechat voice chat in the middle of the night... It's not like Si Yan'an has never seen such a person.

But the elf didn't, and he seemed to actually accept the card as a signature, as if the back was more attractive than the front.

He is a miraculous person, and he is also very good at fighting. Si Yan'an searched his name on Weibo, but found no related revelations.

puzzle.

The phone vibrated, Si Yanan picked it up, it was from the pet hospital.

I took a photo of Xiaobu.

The big cat rested its white paws under its black head, squinting at the camera listlessly, with an annoyed look on its face.

Pet Hospital: Good morning, the little guy is willing to eat today, and his poop is normal, and he can be discharged from the hospital after another day of observation.

Si Yanan moved his fingers.

yanan: I have read it.

Finally arrived at the place, the fog on Fengshan Mountain was thicker, and the cool air permeated into the lungs, which was very comfortable.

The two went up to the temple in the middle of the mountain. In the faint morning light, the main hall of Chanxin Temple was covered with a layer of gold.

Tourists can't go up the mountain yet, and there are a few monks who sweep around.

Abbot X Kong was waiting for him beside the statue at the door, when he saw Si Yan'an, he recited the Buddha's mantra.

Si Yan'an stepped forward in a regular manner: "Teacher."

As soon as he looked up, he suddenly saw a man not wearing a monk's robe not far away, with his back turned to him, sweeping the floor with a big broom in his arms.

Because of the fog, he couldn't see clearly, but with his height and hairstyle, he looked familiar no matter how he looked.

Are you stunned?

Because I searched Ming Chen on Weibo?

Just watched some videos, what about it?

He stared at that direction without blinking, only to feel that this not-so-stalwart figure suddenly became mysterious and unpredictable, and even the fog on the ground carried the fairy air of an outsider.

A second later, Ming Chen finally turned around, and that cute little face was perfectly exposed to Si Yan'an's eyes.

The legendary sweeping monk.

Impressive.