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A week later, the episode of "Yalan Talks to You" that Shen Jiaen participated in was broadcast, and the two of them were on the trending searches that night.

The official Weibo of the program group deliberately cut out the live connection link and posted it on Weibo. Shen Jiaen and Qiao Mingxi's fan support club immediately reposted it, and Qiao Mingxi's fans were even more moved.

"The little Highness who is still asleep is so soft and cute!"

"His Royal Highness, Chief President of the Global Fan Support Club—Shen Jiaen [laughing]"

"Enxi Leng CP was caught off guard and was fed a large ration..."

"It's the second time that Your Highness said in public that he will become our pride. I'm really touched."

"You are already our pride, brother!"

"Is it my illusion? Your Highness has become much more cheerful recently."

"Very good, let's continue to be cheerful like this! The fans of Shenyin have been suffering for half a year before."

"Your Highness, come on! Don't forget that you said you would not lose [Bixin]"

"Your Highness, fly bravely! Xi Fan will always be with you!"

"The slogan is so silly hahahahahahahahahaha why am I crying... [tears]"

……

Qiao Mingxi was holding the mobile phone to read fans' comments one by one. Luna pushed open the door of the office and came in, putting two documents in front of him.

"Originally, I wanted to pick a book about a leading male lead drama for you." Luna sat down on the sofa, "But after looking at it, there are basically no good books that can be settled and started in the past two months. Now you At this stage, either you don’t act, or you have to act well. Production and character design always take up one item.”

When she got straight to the point and talked about the business, Qiao Mingxi also put down her phone and listened carefully to her analysis.

"So I'm thinking about taking a variety show first." Luna said.

Qiao Mingxi was taken aback: "But I don't seem to have a sense of variety..."

"The sense of variety does not mean that you can make trouble and yell." Luna smiled, and opened one of the documents, "This is "Please Advice" that will start filming next month, a parent-child show, everyone The guests are paired with one or two children, and each episode has a task. One of the currently selected children matches your personality very well. Although the program is nothing new, Pineapple TV has a large platform, and the ratings and topics are guaranteed."

Qiao Mingxi looked down at the document, and Luna continued: "This one is "Friends Apartment", a new program. Simply put, all the guests live together in a villa, and the filming will start next month. So far The confirmed guests are Yin Yi and Fang Ling."

"Girl?" Qiao Mingxi asked.

"Well, it seems that there are two women and four men tentatively, and the male guests are still in contact." Luna glanced at his expression, a little funny, "What are you afraid of? The program team will definitely make reasonable arrangements, and I am afraid that the two girls will eat up You can't do it?"

"..." Qiao Mingxi scratched his hair. It's not that he was really scared, but that Yin Yi and Fang Ling are super queens with their own enthusiasm and topics, and a temperament queen who is famous for being indifferent to the world. This show is really interesting. Generous.

"This kind of program, if you don't invite big, topical, and individual ones, who would like to watch them?" As if seeing through what he was thinking, Luna continued, "My suggestion is to take this one. There are too many parent-child programs, and the focus is actually on children, which is not very helpful to you."

Qiao Mingxi reached out and took the second document and flipped through it, hesitating a bit: "Are you really going to live in it?"

"Yes," Luna said, "shooting three days a week, two months to finish, the cycle is a little longer."

"Sister Na, do you think I can do it?" Qiao Mingxi whispered, "In this case, many problems will be exposed."

Luna looked at him, smiled, and her voice softened: "What are you afraid of? You don't want to sell people, just be yourself. And although Yin Yi is troublesome, she is famous for taking care of younger generations. You I'm familiar with her, so there's no problem."

Qiao Mingxi slowly raised her head to look at her, and Luna said again: "We agreed that day, you start again, and I will pave the best way for you, why, are you afraid before you start?"

Qiao Mingxi blinked, but now she smiled a little, and said to her, "Okay, just take this."

After listening to Luna talk about some things related to the show, Qiao Mingxi went back to Qiao's house after the end.Xiao Yan drove him off, and the two of them entered Qiao Mingxi's room with a lot of gifts sent to the company by fans.

"This is really a weekly task." Xiao Yan piled up the big and small bags of presents on the carpet, squatted down and unpacked them one by one. "Wow, Brother Minxi, Ellie's chocolates are... tsk tsk, they still have ice."

Qiao Mingxi was sitting cross-legged on the carpet to open the letter, and said, "You can eat as much as you want, do you have a card? Leave it to me."

"Hey, thank you Brother Mingxi!" Xiao Yan cheered, and respectfully handed the card tied with the chocolate to Qiao Mingxi, unwrapped the chocolate package and gnawed on it.

Qiao Mingxi took the card, which was filled with elegant pen writing, and there was a big heart at the end.

He looked at it and smiled a little, and directed Xiao Yan to take out a big box from the locker, and put the card in it solemnly.

He continued to open letters. After Weibo became popular, most fans prefer to send private messages to his account, and paper letters have become less and less.But there are still many fans who seriously write him letters or send postcards from various places.

He carefully read each postcard one by one, and at the end there was a postcard with very little text, which seemed a bit special among other postcards that wished to fill every gap.

That line of writing is not very beautiful, but it is written very seriously.

"Your Highness, I'm going to Africa to work as Doctors Without Borders, so please do your best. Cheers to your ideals!"

There are also two beer mugs held together in the lower right corner.

Qiao Mingxi looked at the postcard carefully, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

"If you die now, won't those who lose the chance of being healed because of your death in the future be very pitiful?"

"...What does it matter to me?"

"That is... If you stand up now and become a doctor in the future, many patients may be cured by you. At that time, you will also be glad that you didn't give up at this time."

The conversation eight years ago seems to have passed through time, and it suddenly plays back clearly.

In fact, Qiao Mingxi hasn't thought about the girl she met that day for a long time.

On the first night of c.air's debut promotion, he sneaked out of the dormitory and met a trembling girl with her arms folded on the flyover.

"...Are you trying to commit suicide?" he asked behind her.

The girl was taken aback, and turned her head to stare at her, with a face that looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old: "What's none of your business?!"

"It's very painful." Qiao Mingxi said slowly, "There are cars underneath, you won't fall to your death cleanly, but you will be thrown out, but you may draw a beautiful arc in the air or something ...Ah, but when it hits the ground, it might break in two...it's so ugly."

The girl trembled, and said shiveringly, "You're crazy!"

Qiao Mingxi tilted her head: "I just think your eyes look desperate."

The girl pursed her lips, Qiao Mingxi walked to her side, she quickly took a big step back, staring at him with wide eyes: "What are you doing?"

Qiao Mingxi didn't speak, just squatted down beside her.

The girl looked at him like a mental patient, but after a long time, she squatted down as if she was also infected.

"I'm in a good mood now." Qiao Mingxi said, still at a leisurely pace, "I'm going to debut tomorrow, with my favorite person."

"Are you a star?" The girl looked at him suspiciously, "Ah... But you are really handsome if you look closely."

Qiao Mingxi said: "Probably not... If you can become popular, you can be considered a star?"

"Then do your best." The girl lacked interest.

"Is there anything you want to do?" Qiao Mingxi asked.

"Me?" The girl lowered her head and said sullenly, "I'm probably a doctor... saving the people on the battlefield in dire straits or something."

"If you jumped down just now, the doctor wouldn't be able to save you." Qiao Mingxi said.

"...you are so annoying!" The girl went crazy, and then she fell down again, with tears in her eyes, "You don't know how hard it is to live...I can't even hold on myself, so where else can I go to talk about what I want to do in the future... ..."

"If you die now, won't those who lose the chance of being healed because of your death in the future be very pitiful?" Qiao Mingxi asked.

The girl was taken aback: "...off, what's none of my business?"

"That's... If you stand up now and become a doctor in the future, you may heal many patients." Qiao Mingxi looked up at the bright street lights in the distance, "At that time, you will also be lucky Didn't give up."

The girl stared at him blankly, then slowly said: "It seems... that's the reason."

Qiao Mingxi blinked, and the girl asked again: "Then what are you going to do after your debut?"

"Debut...isn't it just to be an idol?" Qiao Mingxi looked at her puzzled.

The girl laughed with a "puchi" and said, "How did you become popular like this! You have to have a goal when you become a star, or else you're going to eat and die?"

"Ah..." Qiao Mingxi thought for a while, "Actually, I don't know, but because of some people and things, I will always work hard."

"Well, that's right. For the people in dire straits, I also want to work hard." The girl tilted her head and reached out to him, "Then let's toast, for what we will do in the future—or ideals?"

Qiao Mingxi was stunned for a moment, imitating her movements, clenched his hands into fists, and touched her.

"Thank you." The girl said seriously, "I really wanted to jump down just now, but I suddenly felt that what you said was right. Thank you for letting me choose to give up death in a moment of thought."

She smiled, her face under the street lamp was immature but cute.

"Come on, too, big star."

After so many years, I never expected to hear from her again.

Qiao Mingxi laughed, covering her sore eyes with her hand.

Sorry, I almost broke our agreement.

Many years later, I also want to say thank you to you.

Xiao Yan left after sorting out the presents. Qiao Mingxi carefully put away all the letters, squatted in front of the locker for a while, and then stood up suddenly.

He turned on the computer and pulled out the familiar mailbox interface.

After returning from Hong Kong City, he has not sent an email for many days.

For a moment it seemed like there was nothing more to say.

After selecting the only contact, he stared at the screen for a long time, and suddenly curled his lips.

"Goodbye."

Ji Yan held the phone in one hand, and opened the bedroom door to turn on the computer with the other.

"It's okay, don't worry, I'll turn on the computer." He said to the person on the phone, "But after leaving Dongxing, I won't use that mailbox number, and I'm not sure if I can find it."

What the person over there said, he said again: "Let me try, don't worry, enter the account number."

His slender fingers quickly pressed a string of passwords, and he lightly pressed the Enter key to enter the mailbox.

As soon as the page popped up, there was a series of ding-dong sounds of incoming mail in the speaker, and one envelope pattern after another kept jumping on the screen.

Ji Yan was taken aback, and clicked into the inbox.

The person on the other side of the phone is still apologizing: "I'm sorry, Brother Yan, I'm here to trouble you even after you're gone. It's because my hard drive was broken before, and I really lost all the data. Fortunately, I remember sending you Have a copy...Brother Yan? Brother Yan?"

Ji Yan reached out to move the mouse, but his movements were abnormally slow.

On the screen, there are long pages full of unread emails, all from the same, familiar account.