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The end result of playing scratch games with the daydreaming idea of ​​​​winning the jackpot is that you can't even earn back your money in the end.

Zhao Manyun hasn't even come up with a plan yet, so there is no hope for a while.

Duan Yan sat in front of the drawing board and was distracted all morning, he didn't even make a single stroke.

Recently, he has been thinking about finishing Fu Chen's tattoo drawing earlier and getting the money in his hands earlier, so as to relieve the urgent need.

But I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. The more I rush to work, the more my inspiration becomes constipated, and I can't pull it out.

A head suddenly came out from behind Duan Yan's ear, and Xiang Mingqiu rested his chin on Duan Yan's shoulder, narrowing his light green eyes with a smile: "Huo Huo Huo, you look at this blank drawing board every day, What the hell are you doing without writing?"

Duan Yan didn't like to have physical contact with him very much, so he twisted his shoulders and pushed Xiang Mingqiu away.

Tsk, look at that guy dressed flirtatiously, I'm afraid he's going to mess around again.

Duan Yan retorted with a little irritability: "What do you know, what is needed for creation is inspiration, and there is no source of inspiration, so I draw wool?!"

"You usually stay at home or go to nightclubs to drink. It's strange to have good inspiration."

Xiang Mingqiu pulled out the brush in his hand and threw it on the table.

"Let's go, I'll take you to find inspiration." Xiang Mingqiu tugged at his collar, "Today is the employee activity day. In the afternoon, we all make an appointment to ride bicycles in Xifeng Lake Reservoir Park. You also go with us."

"What does your employee activities have to do with me?" Duan Yan didn't want to join in the fun.

"So what if you stay in the room, inspiration won't fall from the sky."

If it wasn't for this broken kennel that was on the verge of bankruptcy, why would he have worked so hard?People are getting mentally exhausted these days.

When Xiang Mingqiu saw Duan Yan standing up and walking upstairs, he thought Duan Yan was rejecting his proposal, and felt a little regretful, but he still asked: "Are you really not going with us?"

After a while, Duan Yan's impatient voice came from the stairs: "I'm going back to my room to change clothes."

This Saturday, many people came to Xifenghu Reservoir Park to ride bicycles, which brought prosperity to the bicycle rental shops here.

The last time Duan Yan rode a bicycle was in high school.

Standing at the end of the staff line, he watched Ajie and the others happily choose the color of the bicycle he liked, and he couldn't help but think of some that were missing when he was studying.

Next door to the bicycle shop is a canteen. I heard that the park is fully enclosed and there are no sales outlets inside. It is best to prepare a drink before going in for a ride.

Duan Yan went into the store and picked out two bottles of sports drinks, one for himself to drink, and the other for the Akita dog.

When he walked to the front desk and was about to scan the QR code to check out, Duan Yan couldn't help worrying that everyone would see through his intentions, so he went back and bought a bottle for everyone, so that there would be no trace.

The Reservoir Park has been a new attraction in the city for the past two years, and this is the first time Duan Yan has been back since returning to China.

Girls love to take pictures, and they basically stay for a while every time they pass by a pavilion, punching in and posting to Moments.

Duan Yan kicked the pedals boredly and followed everyone on the ride. He couldn't stand the slow progress.

"Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo Huo, there is an area of ​​Fendaicao in front, we will go there and take a picture together later." Xiang Mingqiu slowed down, came to the back of the team, and rode side by side with Duan Yan.

Duan Yan has seen this thing on Weibo and Moments before. It is as the name suggests, pink, and it has become very popular recently.

"What's so good about taking pictures, you're a sissy."

It turned out that he didn't like pink, and Xiang Mingqiu knew it right away. He remembered that when he was painting in the children's paradise last time, Duan Yan also deliberately avoided pink, and specially picked a small blue bench to sit on.

"It's okay, just take a few random photos, what color do you like? I'll use the software to paint the grass later."

"..."

In the end, he still couldn't push it away, and was pulled over by Xiang Mingqiu and the girls in the store to take a photo.

Looking around, there are tourists taking pictures with mobile phones everywhere, and almost everyone comes to this piece of pink net red grass.

Xiang Mingqiu was tall and tall, and he was born with a good-looking face that seemed to be of mixed race. Naturally, no matter where he went, he would always be noticed.

Just now, Duan Yan has already seen several girls around him secretly taking out their mobile phones to secretly take pictures towards Ming Qiu.

Inexplicably a little upset.

A bean-sized drop of rain suddenly brushed his cheeks, and he looked up at the sky. The sky was still blue and white clouds just now, and the sun was shining brightly. In a blink of an eye, it began to rain cats and dogs.

The sudden rain caught everyone off guard, and everyone moved to take shelter under the gazebo of the nearby post station.

"Brother Yan, do you want tissues?" A female employee was handing tissues to everyone one by one.

"Thanks." Duan Yan took out one, his body was dripping wet, a paper towel was of little use, at most it wiped off the water stains on his face.

"It's strange, I see that the weather forecast clearly says that it will be sunny today." Xiang Mingqiu, who was standing beside him, shook his head and sighed.

"If I had known that I would not have come out with you, it would be a blood loss." Duan Yan regretted it now, he hadn't found inspiration, and he became a drowned chicken.

He turned his head and glanced at Ming Qiu. The white V-neck shirt that guy was wearing today was completely soaked by the rain just now.

The thin fabric was pressed against his skin, reflecting his chest muscles, and even the two bumps were clearly visible.

A drop of rainwater slid down Xiang Mingqiu's forehead to his lips, he stretched out his crimson tongue inlaid with silver tongue studs nonchalantly, the tip of his tongue swirled lightly on the edge of his lips, and quickly licked off the drops of water .

Duan Yan was stunned for a moment, but he couldn't take his eyes off the man, and even a very absurd idea suddenly flashed in his mind.