After detonating the hot search

The scene was drowned out by human voices.

The interview microphones that were considered polite and courteous a minute ago have sprung up like mushrooms at this moment. If you raise it a bit higher, I will also raise it an inch higher, and the vocals are layered on top of each other.

The only ones that were not affected were those surrounded by microphones in the center.

Shen Huaijing didn't seem to know what kind of effect his sentence "I'm planning" caused. Even when a certain Yuji was about to let go of the microphone, he raised his hand to support it leisurely, then turned his head and looked at the guide. Etiquette glanced at him and asked, "Is the time up yet?"

The tone is casual and calm.

The entertainment journalists who can be selected to interview on such occasions are all veterans. In the past, after asking about some sensitive topics, the artist suddenly asked if the interview time had come. The first reaction was definitely that the artist was avoiding it. It's tricky, but when it comes to Shen Huaijing, everything seems very natural.

The usual light tone, without panic, as if it was really just the time for the interview, as if... If it wasn't for the time, Teacher Shen would really like to say a few more words.

All the reporters frantically searched for compensation.

"It's not here yet."

"Yes, yes, there is still time."

"Mr. Shen, can you expand on this?"

……

The scene was full of hustle and bustle, and the guide etiquette had just recovered from Shen Huaijing's words "we are planning", when he looked up, he saw the leader of the organizer standing not far away and waving desperately at her, and standing beside him was a strange face in a suit .

The leader tapped his wrist frantically like a wooden fish to remind her of the time.

The strength and the urgency of the need can be felt 5 or 60 meters away.

Etiquette hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, the interview time is over, friends from the press, please move first."

There was a burst of dragging self-proclaimed voices from the group of reporters.

"This is moving?!"

"Mr. Shen, do you think I still have a chance to interview you?"

……

The scene has shifted to the next crew, but the barrage and trending searches have no intention of stopping.

[Teacher Shen won't really talk about it, will he? 】

[What do paparazzi eat?It forced Teacher Shen to make an official announcement [狗头]]

【What did I miss?Didn't you just say that you are planning?Why did you suddenly enter the official announcement? 】

[I don't want to believe it either, but that person is Shen Huaijing. Shen Huaijing said that he is planning, even if he is not talking, he is still chasing after him. With Mr. Shen's conditions, is there anyone who can't catch up?What's the difference between this and a direct official announcement of marriage? 】

[But I haven't even heard of a scandal? !Did you hide it so well? 】

[I also wanted to say that I hadn’t even heard a few scandals, until I turned on the trending search and wanted to search for news about Mr. Shen in the past two years, and then I saw... let’s not talk about it, I’ll smoke a few packs of cigarettes to calm down Take a look, if you want to see it, open Weibo by yourself, and look at the associated words]

[After reading it, I’m back, the one upstairs, lend me a cigarette. 】

【"Not a single scandal"】

There are more and more similar comments on the barrage, so more and more people flock to Weibo, typing "Shen Huaijing" in the search box.

Then you see the following associated words.

#Shen Huaijing is planning#

#沉江景文年#

#沉江景 Every Year Blessing#

#沉江景一年好景#

Except for film and television works, almost all associated words are related to Wen Nian.

Everyone: "..."

A few seconds later, "Lend me a cigarette, too" filled the screen in the live broadcast room.

In such a grand occasion, Manager Fu survived until the end of the awards ceremony, took a cigarette, walked to the backstage, and sent a message to Shen Huaijing in a corner where there was no camera.

【Fu Lin: Come over here [Knife][Knife][Knife]]

Wearing a high-end suit, Shen Huaijing walked slowly from the other end of the corridor, as if walking out of a small, dark and winding aisle on the red carpet.

Manager Fu was in a daze, and put out the cigarette in his hand in the trash can. Before he could speak, Mr. Shen lowered his eyes, glanced at the cigarette case in his hand, leaned against the wall, and stretched out his hand casually.

Fu Lin subconsciously asked: "Are you really not afraid of smelling smoke every year..."

In the middle of the conversation, Fu Lin paused, and realized in an instant that today is Monday, and there are morning classes every Tuesday. Shen Huaijing never let him hurry up, and someone should have sent him back to school.

"I really owe you," Fu Lin threw a pack of cigarettes to him and confirmed, "Send him back to school?"

"Hmm." Shen Huaijing leaned against the wall, holding the cigarette case with one hand, tapped his knuckles, and took out a cigarette.

"Xiaotong sent him back?"

"Ah."

Fu Lin watched him light up his cigarette, stood aside with his arms crossed, and said sinisterly, "Don't think that if you go to school every year, there will be no one..."

Fu Lin's voice stopped abruptly.

Depend on.

He didn't call people over for smoking.

"Let me ask you, what do you mean by 'we're talking'? You can't see me standing next to the leader of the organizer? If I didn't ask the leader of the organizer to gesture with etiquette, would you still want to say What? Announce the wedding date directly?"

Shen Huaijing smiled, and the sparks on the smoke were blown out by the broken wind in the aisle: "When did I say we were talking?"

Fu Lin: "..."

have to.

After watching the live broadcast all night, he saw "I'm talking" all over the barrage, which made his mind full of "I'm talking".

"Is there something wrong?" Fu Lin said, "'I'm planning', listen to yourself, what's the difference from saying that you're talking about it?"

The more Fu Lin thought about it, the more angry he got, he took out his mobile phone, and showed Shen Huaijing the screenshots of the live broadcast room one by one: "Look, look, I said these words? No! It's the same for netizens and fans think!"

After Fu Lin finished speaking, he stared at Shen Huaijing with wide eyes, with the look of "I'll see how you can argue".

However, Mr. Shen didn't have the slightest thought of sophistry. After smoking half of the cigarette, he pressed the smoke-extinguishing fine sand beside him, and said in the coldest voice, "Classic quotations from scumbag men".

"They want to think so."

"I can't do it either."

Fu Lin: "???"

Fu Lin staggered and almost lost his footing. He knew that Shen Huaijing hadn't covered up too much since he fell in love, but——

"Do you hear what you are saying is human?"

"Do you want to see me vomit blood on the spot?"

"At the very least... you should at least wait until the recording of the group drama is over!"

Shen Huaijing threw the cigarette back to him: "Is there any difference?"

Fu Lin's face was numb.

"Mr. Shen, Best Actor Shen, Mr. Shen, I beg you, next week for Floraison's [-]th anniversary entertainment celebration, can you keep a distance from Niannian?"

After the award ceremony of the film festival, floraison's [-]th anniversary entertainment celebration will follow.

Whether it is publicity, resources or audience attention, floraison does not lose to the film festival, both of which are the top festivals in their respective fields.

As a domestic fashion aesthetic vane brand, this grand ceremony has been searched three times with just one invitation list.

Fu Lin couldn't imagine what Shen Huaijing would do if he "was planning" again at this grand ceremony.

My scalp tingles just thinking about it.

Fu Lin was very vigilant: "I'll leave my words here, you and Niannian should keep at least ten meters away."

"No, 20 meters."

Teacher Shen turned his head to look at him unhurriedly.

"It's not negotiable," Fu Linxin snapped, "otherwise I'll hang myself on the spot at the floraison's [-]th anniversary entertainment celebration."

Shen Huaijing: "..."

Shen Huaijing looked at him for a long time before laughing: "Okay, I got it."

Since the shark-style attack worked, Fu Lin was quite relieved.

"If you don't want me to hang yourself, then less..."

"Floraison recruited you?" Shen Huaijing bowed his head and replied casually.

Fu Lin: "..."

He's going to hang himself, is he still in the mood to take care of floraison?

Forget it, hang him directly.

Manager Fu was about to exhale, when he looked up, he saw a person standing against the wall suddenly looking at him.

Fu Lin suddenly recovered: "What's wrong?"

Shen Huaijing: "What time did you book the flight back?"

Fu Lin: "23:15."

Shen Huaijing: "Can it be changed earlier?"

"It's early..." Fu Lin opened the software and took a look, "There is still a class at 22:05."

"It's not far from the airport, so we can probably catch up if we change," Fu Lin looked up from his mobile phone, "What's wrong? Do you have something to do when you go back?"

Shen Huaijing looked at the latest message from Shen Han on the phone.

[Shen Han: Brother, did your plane land at 12:[-] today?I'll go back tomorrow with an announcement. If you have nothing to do, go back to Jiangbei early. I haven't returned to school every year. I'll wait for you at home. 】

"En." Shen Huaijing responded, turned around and walked back.

On the way back to Jiangbei from the airport, after passing a traffic light, Shen Huaijing saw a person smoking by the side of the road, and Shen Huaijing remembered that he had smoked... half a cigarette.

He raised his hand to loosen his tie, took off his suit jacket, threw it on the back seat, and lowered the window a little before continuing to drive forward.

It was already one o'clock when I got back to the villa, and the smell of smoke was blown away by the wind.

I don't know if he's asleep or not, Shen Huaijing went upstairs very quietly, walked to the guest bedroom, opened the door, it was dark inside, and the beds were folded neatly.

Shen Huaijing was startled, then turned and walked towards the master bedroom.

As soon as he walked to the door, he saw the light coming from the crack in the bottom door.

It was only a thin point, blocked by the blanket at the door, almost nothing, but he could see clearly.

He was waiting for his thoughts to rustle all over his body.

Shen Huaijing smiled, pushed open the door, and warm yellow lights shone over.

Wen Nian had already fallen asleep, but the light was still on.

The night light was reserved for him.

Shen Huaijing stood at the door, watched him quietly for a while, and then walked in.

The room was air-conditioned and very warm. The person on the bed was lying on his side, and there was a blue book with a bookmark next to his pillow.

Shen Huaijing put the book away, the movement was already very light, but Wen Nian's eyelashes still trembled, and then slowly opened his eyes under the night light.

Shen Huaijing's palms were cold and he couldn't touch him, so he had to use a book to block the light for him.

"Are you noisy?" Shen Huaijing couldn't care less about the cold air on his body, and sat down beside the Wennian bed.

Wen Nian shook his head in clinging drowsiness: "No."

"what time is it?"

"a little."

"One o'clock?" Wen Nian's thoughts were still a little sluggish, "Didn't you say it will be 2 or 3 o'clock when you come back?"

Shen Huaijing chuckled lightly: "There was someone waiting at home, so I changed the sign."

Hearing this, Wen Nian stretched out his hand to hold him.

His hands were buried in the quilt, his movements were not obvious, and Shen Huaijing didn't notice that his hands were already being held.

"Why is it so cold?" Wen Nian said.

As soon as the coolness dipped, everyone became a little more awake.

Shen Huaijing pulled out his hand: "So don't touch it yet."

Wen Nian didn't seem to want to let this topic pass easily.

"Is it blowing on the road?"

Shen Huaijing had no choice but to say truthfully: "I smell of smoke on my body, I blew on it for a while."

The house fell silent.

Wen Nian didn't speak, just looked at him for a long while, and then put his hand against Shen Huaijing's neck to check the temperature while feeling sleepy.

"I don't dislike the smell of smoke, and it doesn't matter if it doesn't disperse."

"Don't blow the wind, you'll catch a cold."

He spoke slowly, with a half-dream sound in his voice.

Shen Huaijing's heart was unreasonably soft, he laughed lowly, and said, "Okay."

Putting his hands together in the palms of his hands, he stuffed them back into the quilt, and tucked up the corners of the quilt for him. Shen Huaijing turned the night light to the darkest: "I'm going to take a bath."

Wen Nian nodded, feeling drowsy again.

The goodnight kiss program that was stopped after catching a cold was finally resumed after four days.

Shen Huaijing leaned over to exchange a kiss, and said softly, "Don't wait for me this time, sleep well."

The author has something to say:

Brother Lin: Prepare to hang yourself.