President, he can't control the Shura field.

Most popular?

"Could it be...?" Jian Fanchen smirked politely, it's not such a coincidence.

"Of course it's Cheng Lian. Did you guess it?" The assistant director was full of confidence. Their program was so popular that young people must know it.

As soon as the voice fell, a group of staff with equipment came in from outside the door.

Cheng Lian walked in the middle, standing out from the crowd.Surrounded by a circle of black-clothed staff, he has outstanding looks and height, and he is already very eye-catching without makeup. Now with the blessing of a stylist, he is a proper superstar out on the street.

As soon as the program team came in, the shop became lively.

A few photographers came over carrying equipment, the place was too narrow, Jian Fanchen took two steps back to the wall, but was almost hit on the head by the big tripod.

Jian Zhuo subconsciously stretched out his hand to protect him, and Jian Fanchen instinctively raised his hand, and in a hurry, their hands briefly touched each other.

One cold and one hot.

Jian Zhuo immediately withdrew his hand, and stood forward like a dog guarding food, blocking Jian Fanchen and separating the crowd.He was taller than Jian Fanchen, and his shoulders were wider than Jian Fanchen, keeping Jian Fanchen firmly behind him.

Jian Fanchen looked at the back of his head, it was still hairy, just like when he was a child.

The skin is also warm, and it is still a warm baby in winter.

The kid he carried home was really grown up now, and really taller than him.

This slapped him very much.

Whether the other three remembered him, he wasn't sure.But for some reason, he always felt that Jian Zhuo must remember.

He looked down at the folder in his hand again.

Although Jian Fanchen was blocked by Jian Zhuo, Cheng Lian still caught sight of him.

"Jane..." Just as Cheng Lian uttered a word, he swallowed it back.

The scene was chaotic, but the assistant director caught his voice sensitively, turned his head quickly, and followed his gaze.

Then he noticed the fleeting warmth in Cheng Lian's eyes.

Cheng Lian was looking through the crowd, looking at the corner of the wall.

The stylist was about to fix Cheng Lian's coat, but Cheng Lian walked directly to the corner.

The assistant director followed immediately, secretly excited in his heart: "Do you know each other?"

Jian Zhuo: "I don't know."

Cheng Lian: "I know."

Jian Fanchen: Thank you for the invitation, abstaining from voting.

He is a little scared to see Cheng Lian now.After last night, he decided to avoid seeing each other, but who would have thought of such a coincidence?

The assistant director showed a serious expression on the side, and he was ecstatic in his heart. He even smelled a bit of the Shura field.

So he asked ambiguously, "You don't really know each other, do you? Is it such a coincidence?"

Cheng Lian looked at Jian Fanchen intently, and said, "I know Mr. Jian."

Jian Fanchen: ...

"That's just right! It's best to chat with friends." The assistant director clapped his hands together, and immediately let the camera start shooting, not wanting to waste a single shot.

After all, with his many years of experience, there must be unexpected surprises in this shooting.

The seats for the shoot were arranged quickly, and he asked them to sit there.

Before Jian Fanchen was seated, Cheng Lian pulled the chair away first, shook it, felt that this one seemed unstable, so he went back and changed it.

"Has the shooting started?" He asked the camera, this is the first time he actively communicated with the camera.

The cameras were flattered and nodded quickly.

"Mr. Jian," Cheng Lian called back to him, "Come and sit down."

Jian Fanchen didn't want to offend the hero, if he refused in front of the camera at this time, Cheng Lian would lose face.

Seeing Jian Fanchen not moving, Jian Zhuo turned his head to look at him, and approached his ear.

"In the past?" he asked.

Jian Fanchen nodded, and then pulled a back-up: "Let's go together."

See burning: O(∩_∩)O

Because the clerk was too excited, when he handed over the menu with a blushing face, he knocked over Jian Fanchen's grapefruit tea.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I didn't do it on purpose..." Knowing that he had caused trouble in front of the camera, the clerk hurried to gesture.

"It's okay, be careful not to slip." Jian Fanchen said as he got up and wanted to help.

"Mr. Jian, don't move." Cheng Lian put his hand on his shoulder, and immediately asked the staff to clean up the scene.

The staff came to clear the table and make sure the drinks were not spilled on them.

Jian Zhuo knelt down to help the clerk wipe the floor together.

The clerk was even more embarrassed, feeling that he was wasting the artist's time.Fortunately, someone helped to work together, and it was done quickly.

"Thank you." He said to Jian Zhuo.

Jian Zhuo smiled and helped him take the rag to the kitchen sink.

As the filming continued, Cheng Lian asked Jian Fanchen what he wanted to drink, and Jian Fanchen said, "Let's have another cup of grapefruit tea. The grapefruit tea here tastes really good."

"Really?" Jian Zhuo said happily, "Then I'll have a cup too, thank you."

"Three cups." Cheng Lian said to the clerk.

The assistant director watched from the side, secretly thinking that Jian Fanchen's EQ is really high.

Knowing that the clerk is a little embarrassed now, he naturally changed the topic and praised other people's food, which is regarded as bringing a wave of goods.

He began to wonder what the origin of this Mr. Jian was?The last amateur show might be a hit.

Cheng Lian didn't speak, Jian Fanchen was afraid of being left alone, so he took the initiative to find a topic: "Have you ever been to this store before?"

He asked the question knowingly, but at a time like this, awkward chats were really needed to open up the atmosphere.

"I've been here, I used to come here often." Cheng Lian replied.

"I used to be in No. [-] Middle School." Jian Zhuo said.

If it had been half an hour ago, Jian Fanchen would have continued to ask questions as if he was listening to a story.

But he has just recovered his memory, and now it is a bit difficult to pretend not to know.

The three of them fell into an awkward silence.

The assistant director was anxious at the side, and the guide said, "Let's talk about how you all met."

"How do you know each other?" Jian Fanchen took a sip of grapefruit tea, digging the ground with his toes.

Said they were his assistants?Tsk, not suitable.

Said they met when they were young?This... needs to be explained more, and it is not appropriate.

Cheng Lian looked up at Jian Fanchen: "Mr. Jian has helped me before, and he is my benefactor."

"It can't be said to be a benefactor..." Jian Fanchen smiled cooperatively, and lowered his head to drink tea.

Although he wasn't sure what Cheng Lian was talking about, he didn't want to ask.

The assistant director was full of gossip, thinking that he could find something: "Oh? What did you help?"

Cheng Lian also took a sip of tea: "I can't say that."

Jian Fanchen breathed a sigh of relief, but not completely.

The assistant director had no choice but to ask again: "Then Mr. Jian, how did you two meet?"

He looked at Jian Fanchen and Jian Zhuo.

These two people are so good-looking that he couldn't help but want to cue a few more times.Anyway, I'll shoot first, so there's no need to talk about the material.

Jian Fanchen, who thought he had just escaped a catastrophe, suddenly choked on the grapefruit tea and coughed twice.

Jian Zhuo immediately took out a napkin and gave it to him.

Jian Fanchen held back the tea very hard so he didn't spit out the tea, his eyes were suffocated red and teary, neither Jian Zhuo nor Cheng Lian dared to look at him.

After he calmed down, Jian Zhuo said: "My brother and I are schoolmates, we have known each other before."

They didn't want to expose Jian Fanchen's identity, and avoided the title Mr. Jian.

The Mr. Jian that Cheng Lian calls is very safe. Although he feels a little extravagant, he really likes this superficial sense of distance, which has a kind of taboo temptation.

Thinking of this feeling of taboo, his whole body boiled, but the perennial coldness in his eyes melted away, and his eyes were filled with the warmth of the spring breeze.

And after hearing that "brother", the only soft light in Cheng Lian's eyes disappeared.

Jian Fanchen was unfamiliar with this title, but felt reasonable.

That's what Jian Zhuo called him before, and he was the one who made people call him that.

But he's almost certain now that Jian Zhuo remembers him.

Cheng Lian glanced at Jian Zhuo, and asked again: "I remember that Mr. Jian was in the first or fourth class, which class are you in?"

Jian Zhuo said, "Eighteen."

"Then Mr. Jian had already graduated when you entered the freshman year of high school?" It was rare for Cheng Lian to be so interested in other people's affairs.

Those questions that are not easy to ask usually appear to be very frank when asked under the camera. After all, the needs of the program can be used as an excuse.

"Yes," Jian Zhuo looked at Jian Fanchen, "But we didn't meet at school, we met outside of school."

He didn't reveal too much information, and when he clicked, Cheng Lian returned to his poker face with no expression.

The assistant director was on the side, "tsk" in his heart, he seemed to see something, but he didn't see it completely.

Cheng Lian lowered his eyes, pondered for a moment, and when he looked up at Jian Fanchen again, a smile flashed across his eyes.

But because it was too obscure, the machine didn't capture it, only Jian Fanchen and Jian Zhuo saw it.

"I used to come here often to find Batman." He looked outside the door, "I met Batman here before."

Both the assistant director and the cameraman frowned, but as an artist, it's not surprising that he talks charades.

But Jian Fanchen Club is dead.

Batman is still found...

His toes have already dug out a library, why did he make up words like that back then.

Jian Zhuo glanced at him and said, "There are indeed many Batmen in the Yizhong Animation Club."

"No, I'll just look for that one." Cheng Lian leaned back on the chair suddenly, "I came here every day after school that winter, but I couldn't find it."

Jian Fanchen recalled that that winter, it seemed that he left school early to participate in the competition winter camp.

Even more guilty, I dare not look at each other.

"Later... after the Chinese New Year, because of family affairs, I went back to my hometown and studied there for a few years." When Cheng Lian said these words, his eyes kept wandering outside the door.

That's where they met.

Jian Zhuo put down the drink glass in his hand: "Batman movies were really popular in those years. Why do you like Batman?"

Seeing Cheng Lian insisting on this topic and the machine was filming it, he simply turned it into a movie topic.

"Children who have been bullied since childhood all hope to be protected by Batman." This time, Cheng Lian answered without thinking, looking at Jianzhuo, with more sexiness, "I also had a Batman at the time."

my batman.These words seem to be a challenge, and it seems to be a tactic trying to make the other party retreat.

Jian Zhuo is smiling cutely at this moment, and has no intention of fighting at all.

"There are really a lot of Batman fans." There is a cute expression between his brows and eyes, "But he really works hard to protect so many people."

Batman has such a heavy mission on him, and he feels distressed.

Cheng Lian listened to his words, squinted his eyes, and suddenly returned his gaze to Jian Fanchen: "Mr. Jian, do you like Batman?"

Heh, this stalk is hard to pass, right?

"I don't like it." I'm not narcissistic.

"Why?" Cheng Lian asked.

"I don't like black." Jian Fanchen refused to admit it, "I like red, and I like Spider-Man."

After speaking, he made a spider-man snatching motion, and the clerk couldn't help laughing while watching.

They couldn't tell Jian Fanchen's age, and thought he was younger than Cheng Lian.

Jian Zhuo also looked at Jian Fanchen with a smile.

Cheng Lian didn't smile, picked up the cup and took a sip of grapefruit tea.

It's almost finished, and the bottom is a bit bitter.

Under normal circumstances, if a group of people tell a joke and only one person does not laugh, everyone will be very embarrassed.But Cheng Lian didn't smile, everyone thought it was normal.

Jian Fanchen was very happy because he skinned, and knocked off the things behind him.

It's the staff member's backpack, and his folder.

He turned his head and bent down, Jian Zhuo and Cheng Lian also bent over to pick it up.

After picking up other people's backpacks, the folder is at the bottom.

This time what fell out was not a photo, but a book.

The collection of poems in Western language was scattered, and the title page opened on the ground.

Names and titles were revealed.