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[Akita dog observation diary: That Akita dog seems to be interested in me (this conclusion needs further verification)]

Duan Yan threw the phone on the bed, took off his vest and went to the closet to prepare clothes. He made an appointment with a friend at 02:30 in the afternoon.

The weather was bad a few days ago, it was raining all the time, and the pile of clothes that had been washed hadn’t dried yet. Duan Yan stood in front of the closet and searched for a long time, but finally found nothing, so he had to pick them up from the clothes basket next to the bed. Put on the pants you wore yesterday.

At this time yesterday, he was wearing these slacks and was flicked by Xiang Mingqiu. The moment he pulled up the zipper, the scene at that time reappeared in Duan Yan's mind again.

Duan Yan burst out with an impulse for no reason, imitating Xiang Mingqiu's previous movement, and flicked on his crotch.

Tapping through the fabric with fingertips, the big sleeping bird and its eggs made a muffled sound.

Not to mention, it's really solid.

Duan Yan stared down at Xiongfeng between his legs, feeling a little terrified in his heart.

Duan Yan never likes to be late, no matter what he does, he habitually arrives 10 minutes earlier.

After parking the car on the side of the road, he took two dozen beers he bought from the supermarket and strode into the tattoo studio in front of him called "86".

The friend Duan Yan met in the afternoon was named Tang Xin, who was the owner of this tattoo studio.

Tang Xin is 32 years old this year. Seven years ago, she was an English teacher in a high school in the city. During an accidental international tattoo, Tang Xin seemed to wake up suddenly and found her lifelong pursuit.

After resigning, Tang Xin completely jumped out of the education industry and began to devote himself to the tattoo business. The objections of his family and the strange eyes of others never stopped his pace.

In order to prove himself to the outside world, Tang Xin spent 7 years building "86" from a little-known small workshop to a top tattoo studio with a high reputation in China.

Duan Yan made friends with Tang Xin when they were in college, and there was no particularly profound first encounter. It was nothing more than going out to bars and drinking. After being introduced by a friend of a friend, they became acquainted while chatting. Most likely because of similar hobbies, the two met each other. People later became good friends.

Tang Xin invited Duan Yan over this time mainly for business matters.

Two years ago, Duan Yan left the army and returned to Xiangshan due to family matters. During that time, his relationship with Duan Chenglin was very tense. In order to avoid meeting his father, Duan Yan went to Tang Xin's studio every day. Busy with his apprentices, he sat alone in an inconspicuous corner and painted quietly for a whole day.

In Duan Yan's view, those paintings are just the product of his own whim and whim, and usually he just feels good after painting.

Later, Duan Yan was transferred abroad by his father on the grounds of training business, and Tang Xin preserved all the works carefully sketched out one stroke at a time.

Among them, an original fantasy figure named "Yan Wushen" was photographed by a wealthy guest who came to patronize, and the guest directly offered 30 yuan to buy out the copyright of the painting and turned it into his own unique Exclusive tattoo.

Today, two years later, that guest got in touch with Tang Xin again, hoping to hire that "painter" to design a new style of tattoo work for him.

Duan Yan had only heard about the guest's deeds from Tang Xin before. The other party used to be a big outdoor anchor of a certain platform. He began to take over the family business and completely disappeared from everyone's sight.

The wind chimes hanging at the door jingled, and a man with sunglasses on his head, wearing a printed Hawaiian shirt and shorts pushed the door in, stepped on a pair of black flip-flops and strode towards Tang Xin, following He greets.

If he guessed correctly, the person in front of him should be the brother Chen that Tang Xin mentioned to him.

"Yanzi! Let me introduce you." Tang Xin waved at Duan Yan, pointing to the casually dressed man standing beside him, "This is Fu Chen, Brother Chen."

The name is a bit familiar. There is also a person named Fu Chen in Cen Kainuo's group. It seems that he was also an anchor before. Could it be a coincidence?

Duan Yan stood up from the sofa and nodded politely at the other party. Just as the word "Hello" came to his lips, the other party suddenly laughed loudly, and took the lead in saying, "Brother Shenlong! Unexpectedly, it was you!"

Tang Xin was slightly surprised at the side: "Fuck?! You two knew each other?"

"Not all, he is a friend of my friend. Although we usually chat in the same WeChat group, we have never actually met each other." Fu Chen said, and patted Duan Yan on the arm, " Seeing is better than hearing a hundred times, Shenlong's face and figure are even better than those in the photos!"

"Thank you." Duan Yan smiled and reached out to shake hands with him, "Don't keep calling Shenlong Brother Shenlong, it's weird, my name is Duan Yan, you can call me Yanzi like Brother Xin."

Fu Chen stretched out his arm, draped it on Duan Yan's shoulder, with a familiar look: "I said, Yanzi, are you interested in entering the entertainment industry? I'm actually a talent scout, and I was in Japan with my friends. Over there, they jointly opened a film company, and the film is distributed all over the world, and the market is extremely wide, as long as you nod your head and say yes, we will immediately arrange a ticket to Japan for you."

That being the case, Brother Chen kept saying that he was a scout, but for some reason, he gave Duan Yan a sense of sight of an old bustard soliciting customers, which was a bit subtle.

Fortunately, Duan Yan himself is not interested in such things: "Thank you Brother Chen, but I'm not interested in being a celebrity."

"It's okay! If you are interested, please contact me at any time. It's my card. You keep it first." Fu Chen pulled out a business card from the pocket of the fancy shirt and forced it into Duan Yan. hands.

Duan Yan took the business card and looked at it carefully for a few seconds, only to see that the eight characters "Legendary Starway Co., Ltd." were boldly printed on the card in bold, golden fonts, and there was a company motto in the lower right corner: All rivers are open to the sea, and there is tolerance. big.

Although it was specified that Duan Yan was required to help design the work, as Party A, Fu Chen was surprisingly tolerant, only asking for cool and handsome, and leaving Duan Yan free to do the rest.

Meeting friends by fate, Fu Chen was enthusiastic and insisted on inviting Tang Xin and Duan Yan to dinner, but in the end he had to cancel the plan because of an emergency phone call from home, so he had to pay for the dinner that was agreed upon.

Tang Xin still had to receive other guests who made appointments. After Duan Yan left the studio alone, he wandered around the nearby shopping malls, planning to find a shop to eat something before going back.

It was just after six o'clock in the afternoon, and it happened to be the weekend, and the shopping mall was crowded with people.

Most of the restaurants are concentrated on the top floor. When walking out of the elevator, a girl in a work uniform was waiting at the elevator entrance with a stack of leaflets, leading the passers-by who came out of the inside to stuff the sheets into their hands. Duan Yan was also snatched and handed one.

"Handsome guy, our hot pot restaurant's annual discount is [-]% off for the entire site. You can also participate in the lucky draw when you pay the bill. The winning rate is [-]%. Would you like to come in and have a taste?"

Duan Yan followed the direction of the girl's finger and looked towards the hot pot restaurant not far to the left. He didn't know how many diners were in the restaurant, anyway, there were a bunch of customers waiting outside, at least thirty or forty by visual inspection.

What annoys him the most is queuing, and the idea of ​​going in for consumption is instantly dispelled, and he is ready to turn around and look for the next store.

The lumbar spine was suddenly poked by someone from behind, and Duan Yan heard someone calling him by his ear.

"Fire fire!"

No one else would be called this except the Akita Inu.

Turning his head to look, as expected, that guy was standing behind Duan Yan with a playful face at the moment: "Coincidentally, come to dinner alone?"

Duan Yan lowered his head and swept the bag in Ming Qiu's hand, and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Yang Rong has a birthday in a few days, so I bought him a new mobile phone as a birthday present." Xiang Mingqiu noticed the business card half exposed outside Duan Yan's trouser pocket, reached out and took it out to look at it, and smiled, "Yo, Where did you get this thing?"

Duan Yan was very dissatisfied with him touching his things casually, and snatched the card back, feeling overwhelmed with vanity for a moment: "Just now I met a talent scout, and was invited by the other party to shoot a movie in Japan."

This tone sounded a little ostentatious.

"Oh?" Xiang Mingqiu drew his voice and raised his eyebrows intriguingly, "Then did you agree?"

"I turned it down, I'm not that interested, but the other party is more persistent, and he insisted on giving me a card, so that I can go to him when I change my mind."

"Oh?" Xiang Mingqiu elongated his voice again.

Duan Yan finally couldn't help it anymore: "What the hell is going on with you? Don't speak like a hermaphrodite."

"It's nothing, I just want to remind you that being a star is risky."

Duan Yan always felt that there was something in his words.

"I'm so hungry, let's have dinner together, your treat."

"What? Why am I picking out my wallet?"

"You still owe me two favors, and this meal will be worth one first." Xiang Mingqiu locked his eyes on the hot pot restaurant with a long queue just now, "That's it, their hot pot is the most delicious."

"You can't pick a shop that is quieter, because there are so many people here."

“This restaurant is of good quality and worth waiting in line for.”

Duan Yan was reluctant, but still followed Xiang Mingqiu to get a number.

There were more than [-] tables ahead, and it wasn't their turn so soon. The two sat and waited outside the store.

Duan Yan got bored of waiting, and formed a team with others to play a game, but when the battle reached a fever pitch and was ready to take the kill, he was cheated by the pig teammate, and the group was wiped out. mom!"

"what happened?"

"It's nothing."

Xiang Mingqiu glanced at his phone screen and guessed what was going on.

"Playing too many games will hurt your body." He smiled and pointed to the children's painting area prepared for guests' children, and said to Duan Yan, "Why don't you go and play?"

Duan Yan's expression froze, he didn't speak, but asked Ming Qiu with his eyes: "???"

At first he thought that Xiang Mingqiu was just joking, but that guy really ran to the children's area, pulled up a small pink bench and sat down, and then shamelessly asked the staff of the hot pot restaurant for drawing paper and coloring paper. Pen, began to bury his head and brush on the paper.

After painting earnestly and intently for 5 minutes, Xiang Mingqiu lifted up the completed painting and showed it to Duan Yan: "How is it? Is it okay?"

Duan Yan stared at the unknown object on the paper and studied it several times, unsure: "Is this a puffer fish?"

"Is your eyesight not so good? I drew a hedgehog."

"..."

This damn, his own painting skills are terrible, and he dared to shirk responsibility and say that his eyesight is bad, it is really bloody.

"You call this a hedgehog?" Duan Yan rolled his eyes at him, "You're so ugly, let me do it!"

As Duan Yan said, he reached out to grab his brush and paper, and Xiang Mingqiu quickly moved them away to prevent him from touching them: "Go, go, won't you let the clerk ask for it? What are you doing with mine?"

After holding back for a while, Duan Yan asked the clerk sullenly, "Do you have any paper and pen?"

After getting the drawing paper and colored pens, Duan Yan was very insistent on not wanting the small pink bench. He searched around, and finally found a small blue bench.

Everything was ready, Duan Yan sat down opposite Xiang Mingqiu, and when he was about to start writing on the paper, he suddenly didn’t know what to draw. A lively and agile frog seed.

Duan Yan juxtaposed his own painting with Xiang Mingqiu's "hedgehog" painting just now, and placed it in front of Xiang Mingqiu. He pointed to his own, then pointed to the one next to him, and mocked: "My wonderful frog seed It's called Miao Frog Seed, your hedgehog is clearly a puffer fish, and it's also genetically mutated."

Without saying anything, Xiang Mingqiu silently took out his mobile phone, took a photo of Miao Frog Seed, and then opened Meitu Xiuxiu to fiddle with it for a while.

After finishing the work, Xiang Mingqiu looked up again, and gave Duan Yan a mysterious look: "Huo Huo Huo, check WeChat!"

Unknown why, Duan Yan took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and Xiang Mingqiu had already passed the verification of his friend, and that guy even made the Frog Seed he drew just now into an emoji package.

[Xiang Mingqiu]: [You are such a bastard! .JPG]

Dry!

Duan Yan then drew another angry Frog Seed, and personally turned it into an emoji to repay the other party.

[Duan Yan]: [The wrath of the garlic bastard! .JPG]

After receiving the emoticon pack, Xiang Mingqiu opened Meitu Xiuxiu again, removed the seeds on the back of Miao Frog Seeds, added text, and sent it to Duan Yan.

[Xiang Mingqiu]: [I lost garlic! .JPG]

Duan Yan reciprocated courtesy, and stretched out his vicious hand to Xiang Mingqiu's ugly "hedgehog".

[Duan Yan]: [The gas becomes a mutated puffer fish! .JPG]

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In the children's painting area, two big men about 1.8 meters tall sat on the pink and blue small benches for a while, drawing and fighting for a while, seeming to gradually forget the real purpose of coming to the hot pot restaurant.