private island

He took out the small notebook, approached the idol quietly, and said in a very soft voice, "Brother Sheng, can you sign for me?"

"Cough—" Guan Sheng choked for a while, then turned his head to look at him, "It's so late, can you stop talking in your breath? It's scary."

As he spoke, he raised his hand, took Fan Xi's notebook, flipped open a blank page at random, and signed his name with a pencil stuck on the edge, in a chic and elegant style.

"Can I sign another one? For my friend."

Guan Sheng turned a page, signed it again, and said, "Your pen is quite special, like a pencil and different from a pencil."

"The Eternal Pen, a gift from a friend, can write for a long time." Fan Xi solemnly took the signature with both hands, and pressed it on his chest exaggeratedly.

"Auld Lang Syne, huh?" Guan Sheng curled the corners of his lips, revealing a smile that could almost drown people.

Fan Xi looked at the other sleeping passengers, and mustered up the courage to talk to the male god: "Brother Sheng, do you like philosophy very much?"

Guan Sheng glanced at "Existence and Time" resting on his lap, his expression was a little elusive, and he gave a faint "hmm".

"I've never understood philosophy, what is this book about?" Fan Xi asked in a questioning tone, wanting to chat a little more.

"Hmm... that's the title of the book, it exists, and there is still time." Guan Sheng was a little perfunctory, and then covered his lips and yawned, which meant that this conversation should be over.

"So that's how it is. You should have a good rest. Good night." Fan Xi wisely walked away.

At this moment, with a "snap", the book slipped from Guan Sheng's lap and fell into the aisle.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Fan Xi rushed forward like a rugby player, picked up the book before the male god, and wrapped up the fallen cover.

"I will do it myself--"

The moment he saw the naked philosophy book, Fan Xi was slightly taken aback.The title of the book is impressive - "Dr. Li teaches you how to raise smart pets".

It turned out that Guan Sheng had been reading this and taking notes.

He quickly returned the book, and the eyes of the two met, and he read embarrassment from Guan Sheng's eyes.

"Actually, my dog ​​is very smart," Guan Sheng broke the short silence, "Well, I just read this book casually."

"Well, it's very clever, and we fans like it very much."

"Well, haha."

They chatted awkwardly and said good night to each other. Fan Xi quickly fled back to his seat and lay down, feeling that the distance between him and the male god suddenly became far away—this was not the pipe sound he thought he knew very well, and it suddenly came closer—— He caught a glimpse of real pipe sound, though only a little.

Are all the books that Guan Sheng reads "the cover is for reference only", and the skin and stuffing don't match?What's under the cover of the previous ones?Under his flawless appearance, maybe there is a soul with other tastes hidden.

Accompanied by the roar of the engine, Fan Xi fell into a deep sleep in reverie.

When it landed, Melbourne was in the afternoon, and the rain had just been sent off, and the sun was soft.

They changed into light clothes and fetched luggage and dogs.After a long flight, the supposedly "very smart" Shiba Inu is trance-eyed and drooping with its head drooping.

"Turn around, turn around!" Guan Sheng glanced at Fan Xi, let him make movements in a low voice, to prove that he was not stupid, and even used the method he learned in the book to draw circles around him.However, it just tilted its head, stared at him with deep and wise eyes, and remained motionless.

After checking in at the hotel, Fan Xi met Guan Sheng's younger brother who was studying abroad.He was a ostentatious young man, his appearance was a rough version of his brother, even so he was handsome.He studied architecture locally, dyed his hair pink, and drove a pink sports car.In speech and demeanor, there is the confidence and comfort brought about by the stress-free life.

Fan Xi didn't understand the local public security situation, and dutifully followed behind Guan Sheng every day, and sometimes helped to hold Shuai Dai.He looks delicate and thin, in order to look more like a bodyguard, he specially purchased a pair of sunglasses, which looks like a fortune teller.

After a few days in Melbourne, they flew to the Gold Coast.

The hotel where you stay has a great view, and you can face the magnificent Pacific Ocean landscape directly by the window.The winding and narrow coastline stretches for dozens of kilometers, the sandy beach is golden and soft, and the waves are dangerous. It is a paradise for surfers.

"This is all food and shelter. The sky will really fall, such a good job, why did it fall on my head? Tsk tsk." Fan Xi murmured to himself to take pictures, and rarely updated his circle of friends, attracting a lot of attention. Numerous sour comments.

A few college students with good relationships ridiculed: Is it being taken care of by a rich woman?What about sharing the good fortune?Introduce the sisters of the rich woman to me, don't want to work hard.

"Little Porridge!" Someone patted him on the shoulder from behind. It was Fang Bo who lived with him. "Wenwen is going to see her aunt this afternoon. It's not safe for her to go out alone as a girl. I'll go with her."

Fan Xi nodded and said enthusiastically, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"You just have to stay with Brother Sheng, he wants to learn to surf." Fang Bo stuffed a backpack into Fan Xi's arms as if he was escaping from something, and introduced quickly, "It contains the things he often uses when he goes out, remember. Remind him to wear sunscreen, if he gets too tanned, he will lose his powder. You are specialized in sports, and you can speak English, so you can have fun with him.”

Fan Xi weighed the heavy bag, showing embarrassment: "Surfing, I can't."

"Brother Sheng also doesn't know how to do it, so you sign up for a training class with him and learn together." Fang Bo smiled, took out a brand new surfing suit from the box, and generously gave it to Fan Xi, "You can wear the new one." . Work hard, I'll be back tomorrow night."

"Yeah." Fan Xi hugged the bag in his arms tightly, and the corners of his mouth uncontrollably moved closer to his ears, grinning a smile overloaded with happiness.

After Fang Bo left, he opened the backpack with a voyeuristic desire, only to see that it contained everything that looked like a Doraemon pocket.Sports drinks, sunscreen, razors, pomade, a voice recorder he took a bite out of...even a harmonica.

He held it in his hand and looked at it carefully: "Wow, Brother Sheng's harmonica, hello...you are so honored to be played by Brother Sheng."

He took out the sunscreen again: "Wow, Brother Sheng's sunscreen, you are good too... What's wrong with the suntan? Brother Sheng is a powerful singer, and he is not a vase without connotation. He just just grows into a vase. Even if If he becomes an African chief, I will never take off my fans."

In the early morning of the next day, Fan Xi, who hadn't slept all night, was not tired, and waited early at the door of Guan Sheng's room, listening to songs to pass the time.With his ordinary voice, he is going to surf with his idol!Let the waves rise!This life is really not in vain!

When the tenth song was heard, the door opened.The morning light poured down on the man's broad shoulders, and the man was more dazzling than the light.

Seeing Fan Xi who was standing upright, Guan Sheng didn't ask how long he had been waiting, and lazily said "Morning", and put the Gucci sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.

Suddenly, he reached out to Fan Xi's right ear, took off the earphone without permission, and stuffed it into his own ear.Hearing that it was his own song, he smiled: "The sound quality is not bad."

After speaking, he put the earphone back into Fan Xi's right ear, and led Shuaidai to the elevator.Fan Xi followed quickly, with his small bag slung across his shoulders and the bag given by Fang Bo on his back, feeling hot in his right ear.

After sending Shuaidai to the hotel's pet boarding room, Guan Sheng bent over and waved at him, and suddenly asked, "Can you swim?"

Fan Xi thought he was talking to the dog, until he looked at himself, and then hurriedly replied: "Yes, I practiced gymnastics when I was young, and then switched to diving."

"Diving? Why don't you just keep jumping?"

"I didn't get my grades, so I went back to school." Fan Xi smiled embarrassedly, "I don't practice in junior high school anymore."

Guan Sheng raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with admiration: "That's pretty amazing, do you dare to jump the one that's ten meters high?"

"Ten-meter platform? Dare, even bungee jumping." Being praised by the idol, Fan Xi's non-existent tail almost went up to the sky, and he couldn't help running to the sound of the pipe and walking backwards, swaying.

The sound of the pipe was thrown out of rhythm by him, and it almost jumped up, and he curled his lips lightly: "I dare not, I won't jump even one meter."

Walking on the street, you can see many surfing equipment stores and training institutions.The two picked a family, and Guan Sheng asked Fan Xi to ask in detail if it was Bao Jiao Bao Hui: "Ask carefully, Fang Bo said that your English is very good."

"It's actually quite ordinary."

"Don't be modest." Guan Sheng Wubao leaned comfortably on the sofa and flipped through the magazines at hand.

"I'm really not humble..." Fan Xi muttered guiltily.Almost all the English he has learned all his life is in that "I have a dream" speech.The failure of the postgraduate entrance examination two years ago was also due to English.

He scratched the front desk with both hands, and said, "Hey, you're messing around with cats! Um...Horma Chi...uh..."

Right or wrong, the purpose of language is to communicate.The blonde beauty at the reception understood in seconds, handed him a leaflet, and briefly introduced the price.

Fan Xi used the translation software to ask if he would include education and meetings.The beauty took his mobile phone, and when she returned, she had already translated it: I can't guarantee it, but I have never met anyone who can't learn at all.

After the pipers made their decision, they hired a personal trainer, rented surfboards, and headed to Main Beach.

The sandy beach is delicate and gentle, overlooking the distance, the sea and the sky blend together.Fan Xi took a deep breath of the sea breeze blowing in front of him, refreshed, and warmed up methodically with his idol.

Guan Sheng looked stern, and his slender body was wrapped in a blue-black surfing suit, and his body proportions were out of the sky.The slightly raised muscle lines are tight and smooth, looking like an athlete.

After the course officially started, Fan Xi thought: The beauty in charge of the reception, I am afraid, will meet the first person who can't learn anything at all - that is Guan Sheng.

He was learning how to paddle on a surfboard, paddling carelessly in the sea, like a handsome but disabled crab, which made Fan Xi anxious for a while.

The sound of the pipe is not good at dancing, and the fans know it.When he shoots MVs and holds concerts, he just makes a few symbolic gestures, and rarely dances with the dancers behind him.The uncoordinated limbs, coupled with that handsome and slightly cold face, are quite cute in contrast.

If God gives him one more string in music, it will inevitably take one string away from other places, which is fair.