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Wen Ling knocked on the bed, and after a long while, Ke Yici opened his eyes bewilderedly, raised his arms, stretched his waist, and yawned long. He raised his arms and probed: "Are you finished?" Stepping on the ground with the ladder, "What class did you take?"

[Research on Meticulous Figure Painting] Wen Ling gestured, he opened the draft book, and showed Ke Yici the classwork.

Ke Yici knew nothing about painting, he just thought it looked good, and he racked his brains to find words of praise.Wen Ling pointed to the lower right corner of the draft paper, and Ke Yici took a closer look, and there was a Q-board villain lying on the ground whistling and blowing his nose.

"I slept pretty well." Ke Yici scratched his head, Wen Ling's bed was exceptionally clean, and the lavender scent of laundry detergent lingered all over him when he lay on it, as if he had been lying in some little girl's bed.

Wen Ling put away the draft, and gestured【Leave now? 】

"I'll wash my face." Ke Yici said, he opened the door to enter the bathroom, splashed a handful of water on his face, Wen Ling followed closely, and handed him a napkin to wipe his face.

"It's really virtuous." Ke Yici teased.

Wen Ling ignored his words, went back to the table and sat on the stool to fiddle with the tablet.He scanned the Q version villain onto the screen, clicked on the Weibo that he hadn't logged in for a long time, and posted a new blog post [Sleep. [Picture]]

Among the amazing ink and wash freehand paintings released in the past, the Q version of the small picture is mediocre, even substandard.

Wen Ling closed the tablet. This account was opened with the help of Chu Zhesong. On the first day of opening the account, Chu Zhesong and Chu Zhesong followed each other.Chu Zhesong is an oil painting major, and he likes to post some dazzling works and profound text interpretation.I have to admit that Chu Zhesong is really talented, and he has become a well-known big v blogger in the painting circle in just half a year.

In order to keep pace with Chu Zhesong, Wen Ling occasionally posted a few works, which were urged by Chu Zhesong to upload. He couldn't think of a text, so he just typed a few words, such as "crow", "Huashan" , "Summer Palace" this word.Chu Zhesong was not satisfied with Wen Ling's perfunctory, and tried to intervene in writing blog posts for Wen Ling, but Wen Ling refused, so he had to settle for the next best thing and help Wen Ling select the published works, in the name of controlling the quality.

Chu Zhesong wanted to turn Wen Ling's account into a big v with thousands of fans, so that he could match him.

But Wen Ling didn't care about the ups and downs in the virtual network at all, and he didn't understand why Chu Zhesong always had to win the affirmation of others.

"What are you thinking about?" Ke Yici flicked the ball of paper into the trash can, "It's in!"

Wen Ling put the tablet into her schoolbag, stood up and pointed to the door: "Let's go?"

"Let's go." Ke Yici followed Wen Ling out of the dormitory, turned around and closed the door and said to the other roommates, "Let's go, goodbye."

"Goodbye." Li Meng waved his hand, "Thank you for Wen Ling's pencil, help the world."

"I'll answer for Xiao Wen, you're welcome." Ke Yici closed the door, ran to Wen Ling's side quickly, and put his arms around Wen Ling's shoulders.

Wen Ling looked at Ke Yici and gestured【Do you care what others think of you? 】

"It's hard to say, it depends on who the word 'others' refers to." Ke Yici said, "I care what you think of me, what my parents think of me, and what my boss thinks of me." He smiled, "After all, the boss Give me performance."

[You often host shows, do you search for your own reviews online? 】Wen Ling gestures.

"Yes." Ke Yici said, "Under normal circumstances, no one finds fault with the host. Anyway, when they talk about me, I take it as a problem with the boss." He shook his head, "The problem of the employees is the problem of the boss, the boss The problem is the director's problem, just throw the blame away."

Most of Wen Ling's melancholy mood was washed away by Ke Yici's gag, he rolled his eyes [I'm always looking for my own problems. 】

"Kids, don't be too sensible." Ke Yici said, "When you graduate and find a job, I have to help you check it out so that you won't be bullied by those black-hearted capitalists." He felt Wen Ling's arm around his waist again, His muscles were tense, and he almost bit his tongue when he opened his mouth, "Ah, that's right, instead of reflecting on yourself, it's better to blame others." The warm palm on his waist was full of presence, and Ke Yici's clever tongue was knotted, and he closed his eyes. Mouth, muffled head to walk.

Wen Ling looked at him sideways, wondering why this guy stopped talking.

Ke Yici took out the car keys, pressed the unlock button, and Wen Ling opened the door and got into the co-pilot.Ke Yici, who had left the intimate contact mode, returned to normal operation of his brain. He secretly spit on his unsatisfactory head, put on his seat belt and started the car.

Ke Yici, who was driving on the motorway, was annoyed by his brain that would cut off the power when he got close, and he didn't notice the black Buick that followed them around a few intersections in the rearview mirror.Wen Ling propped her chin, squinted her eyes to enjoy the light coolness of the autumn wind blowing across her cheeks.

Arriving at the shooting location soon, Wen Ling stood on the side of the road waiting for Ke Yici to stop. A black Buick parked slowly in the shade of the sidewalk.

At six o'clock in the evening, the sun is setting and the sky is filled with rays of light, and the shadows are dragged long.Ke Yi resigned the door and got out of the car, went straight to the fried skewer stand on the side of the road to buy two fried ham sausages, handed one to Wen Ling, and said hello to his colleagues while chewing: "When did Brother Liu arrive? I just came .”

Liu Wen, who was tidying up the camera equipment, turned around and said, "I just arrived too, you didn't eat?"

"No." Ke Yici said, "Go to the office for a bite later." He introduced Wen Ling to his colleagues, "This is my younger brother, who came to see me as a policeman."

Liu Wen's eyes fell on Wen Ling, and he said, "Your brother doesn't look like you at all."

"Not my brother." Ke Yici ate the last ham sausage, threw the bamboo stick into the trash can, took the napkin from Wen Ling in time, and wiped off the red oil from the corner of his mouth, "Could it be that we are here?"

"There is also Sister Qin, you go to her to put on makeup." Liu Wen said, "In case she thinks you are late and catches you and scolds you."

Ke Yici shrugged his shoulders and said, "Okay, Xiaoyu, you can walk around, don't go too far."

Wen Ling nodded, and Liu Wen said, "Don't worry, I'll watch for you."

While Ke Yici was putting on makeup, Wen Ling watched Liu Wen wipe the lens curiously, and Liu Wen asked, "How old are you?"

Wen Ling took out her tablet and wrote [20 years old. 】

"You can't talk?" Liu Wen was taken aback for a moment, then said, "I'm sorry, I don't see anything more than that."

Wen Ling shook his head, he wrote 【It's okay, are you a cameraman? 】

"Yes." Liu Wen said, seeing that Wen Ling was very interested in the machine, he took the initiative to introduce the machine's attributes, "This is Sony's shoulder-mounted camcorder, do you have a camera?"

[I have a full-frame mirrorless camera. 】Written by Wen Ling.

"If you want to watch it, follow me when the filming starts." Liu Wen said, "There are three cameramen in total, and I will mainly follow your brother."

【Okay, thank you, sorry for the trouble. 】Wen Ling wrote.

"You're welcome." Liu Wen said, standing up with the camera in hand, "Let's go."

The sun went down and the recording of the program started. Wen Ling stood beside Liu Wen, looking at Ke Yici, who was energetic and tall not far away, feeling quite fresh.It was another show with Wang Qi, Ke Yici changed into the uniform of the police assistant, and greeted the master of the police who had partnered before: "I'm here to trouble you again."

"Welcome, welcome." The policeman smiled and shook hands with Ke Yici, "You came just in time, let's go, let's go to the police."

"Let's go, it's too fast." Ke Yici was caught off guard and pushed into the car by the police.

"A grandma locked the house with a key." The policeman said, "We have to work hard tonight, we can't be the last."

In order to increase the competitiveness and fun, the program set up two hosts to follow the two policemen to attend duty, using the form of PK, and the director gave the two teams scores according to different dimensions such as the size of the case and the solution.

Ke Yici's team lost to Wang Qi in the last round, and his master was very, very unconvinced, holding his breath and preparing to make a comeback.Liu Wen drove Wen Ling to follow the police car closely. He explained the situation to Wen Ling: "They should be going to the police station. The scenes in the car were filmed by the driving recorder. We will follow up when we get there."

In the police car, an experienced policeman glanced at the rearview mirror and asked suspiciously, "How many cars have your TV station come to?"

"As before, the cameraman followed." Ke Yici said.

"Something's wrong." The policeman stepped on the brakes and turned the steering wheel to the right. "Now there are two cars following us."

Ke Yici looked at the rearview mirror wonderingly, "Could it be a coincidence?"

"Hmph, don't believe me." The policeman turned left at the intersection, and he turned on the walkie-talkie, "Brother Chao, is the police about losing the key, is the fire department here?"

"The firefighters are here, and so is the lockpicker." The intercom replied.

"We arrived late." The policeman said, "We were being followed."