What should I do if I personally disassembled my fan's CP! [Entertainment]

Xu Qixing and Li Jiatong watched the video twice through Zhuang Yan's mobile phone. Xu Qixing's head hurt so much that he closed his eyes and leaned on the back of the sofa, listening to Li Jiatong discussing with him.

Meng Jin sat restlessly on the stool in front of the dressing table, replying messages crackling in his hands, and was too busy to look up.

Zhuang Yan stood by the side for 2 minutes, feeling that he was quite redundant, and he was very satisfied to get the autographs of the traveling couple this trip, and if he stayed for a while, he would not be able to bear if his idol started to show off his enthusiasm again. .

So he cleared his throat, bent down, picked up the phone from the table, shook it, and asked, "Are you still using it later?"

Xu Qixing barely raised his eyes to look at him, Li Jiatong stopped talking and looked over, and smiled embarrassedly: "Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to give it to you, we don't need it later, thank you today."

Zhuang Yan hurriedly said: "It's okay, I'm going to leave first, so I won't disturb you."

Li Jiatong asked Meng Jin to get up to see him off. Meng Jin was staring at the phone to send a message. Hearing this, he shouted without moving his body: "Immediately! Immediately! I will send you off after I finish sending this sentence, wait for me!"

Zhuang Yan hurriedly declined, opened the door and went out by himself.

It wasn't far along the corridor. As soon as I turned a corner, I ran into the boss of the fan circle sitting on the window sill. The boss was very surprised when he saw him, and quickly jumped off the window sill to meet him: "How is it? Is Xu Qixing okay?"

Zhuang Yan: "It looks like nothing is wrong." It's just that his mind is not very good.

The boss took a long breath, his tense shoulders relaxed, and followed Zhuang Yan's footsteps: "I'm scared to death, if there is a shooting accident, we will lose our jobs."

The out-of-the-world sweeping monk is also afraid of losing the mundane broom, Zhuang Yan looked at her and smiled: "Then you will be less likely to be a bar lady in a thermos from now on."

The boss thought so deeply, and nodded in pain. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Zhuang Yan's clothes, and suddenly became alive again: "Signature! Both of them have my God, I'll see what you wrote here... to the fans who love me, Zhuang Yan." Yan..."

Zhuang Yan scratched his head: "It's a pity that there is no place for Li Jiatong to write me a sentence, and Xu Qixing has filled it all up."

The boss looked disgusted, and began to teach: "Then how can this be so good? You can see that their names are signed side by side on the corner of their clothes, and there is this message on it. What does this mean? It means that this is what the two of them have in common with you." Thanks and blessings, this is a husband and wife singing! What's the point of writing a paragraph each? Shengfen!"

Zhuang Yan was amazed, and deeply felt that no matter what it was, as long as the boss explained it, he could peel off the skin to see the core and understand the true meaning of things.

He borrowed a bag from the big guy to hold it in front of him, waved goodbye to the other party's envious and jealous eyes, and hunched over the pink backpack all the way, feeling confused. Will your eyes really be less?

When passing by the guard, the guard asked him to wait, saying that he had a package.The guard twisted his body and went in for 2 minutes before coming out with a big box and stuffing it in his arms.

The box was so heavy that Zhuang Yan felt like his arm would break when he carried it home. He put the box down, found a pair of scissors and cut it open. It was full of history books he collected.

Writing books is his old line of work. After rebirth, he was in the trap, graduated and looked for a job. It is only now that he picks up a pen for the first time. These are the background materials he needs to read.

He casually picked up a book and leaned on the shoe rack to look through it, feeling distracted.

I said I wanted to change careers to become a screenwriter, but after tossing around for two weeks, I couldn’t find it. Variety show screenwriters and film and television screenwriters are different. I entered a side door and took a detour.

But he is not a person who gives up halfway and easily, so let's just go and see.

The phone ding ding dong dong, an invitation for a video call.

Seeing the name, Zhuang Yan couldn't help but smile, and nodded to accept.

Zhuang's mother has a loud voice, and the voice came out of the speaker first: "Son, let's see if Mom looks good in this dress! Does it look like my waist...You old man, hold on! Squat down and look at me! Standing up and taking pictures, I look like a stump! Oh, I really don’t understand anything.”

The screen shook for a while, it should be Zhuang's father squatting down.Zhuang's mother was wandering around the door of the fitting room, showing Zhuang Yan the ski suit on her body, admiring herself in the mirror, quite satisfied: "Hey, I look pretty good, buy a red scarf, it's so bright. "

Zhuang Yan smirked twice, and asked puzzledly: "Why don't you buy beautiful skirts and ski suits in this summer? It's cheaper in the off-season? Be diligent and thrifty about housekeeping?"

Zhuang's father didn't appear on the screen, and the narrator followed: "Hey, what, do you think that's your mother? She fell in love with it at the entrance of this mall, and insisted on buying that or that Icelandic one that I said I went to in the New Year. Once you think about it, you can do it!"

Zhuang Yan was even more puzzled: "Haven't you skied enough at home? And how long will it be? I'm thinking about the New Year."

Zhuang's mother rolled her eyes and tugged at her sleeves unhappily: "every winter, it's either Hainan or Southeast Asia. I've seen enough of that scene! I watched it on TV. Iceland is so beautiful. It's comparable to yours." ?”

Zhuang Yan and Zhuang's father hurriedly coaxed her, saying that she could go wherever she wanted, and that the head of the family never ambiguously spoke. Only then did Zhuang's mother cheer up, and with a big wave of her hand, she asked the shop assistant to pack her clothes.

Zhuang's mother took a look at the phone and praised him in return: "Where did you get the cultural shirts? I think young people like to have those scriptures and inscriptions printed on them. They are not as good-looking as you."

Zhuang Yan looked at his body and saw that he had practiced vigorously and powerfully but flamboyantly signed, his mother didn't recognize the words Zhuang Yan with such a big chest, and even praised him with his head covered, so he nodded with a smile: "You still have good eyesight! "

Zhuang Yan knew his orientation since high school, and he didn't think to say it so early, but he was like a radar, so sensitive that he noticed something was wrong.His parents are like children, they are willing to be friends with him and have always been very open-minded.He just didn't want to talk about it, but he didn't intend to lie to them, so he went out of the closet.

His parents didn't smile for several months. When they got home, they seemed to have fallen into a hole in the ice, and no one spoke.He thought it was over at that time.But his parents suddenly came to talk to him, saying that the good or bad life of a person is his own, and no one can replace others, and they don't want to force him, so they hope that he can be responsible for himself.

So Zhuang Yan never liked anyone desperately, and he never played casually because of loneliness.

Later, he graduated and went to graduate school. There were more than [-] girlfriends he had never talked to, and his family was small. He should be urged to marry at this age. There was an endless stream of relatives who introduced him to blind dates, and none of them let go.

Gradually, I don't know how to pass it on, and someone said that he likes men.

He is too lazy to go home and let them look at them like animals. Small places are more conservative. When he encounters a stone against the current, he wants to poke his tongue in the spine, so he seldom goes home. Play around.

He can hide from his parents but not. Zhuang Yan has always felt guilty in his heart, so the money he earned from writing books and part-time jobs these years is either saved up to take his parents out to play or buy things for them. No matter how much he earns, he will always be at the poverty line wandering.

Just as he was thinking, a pop-up window popped up on WeChat with new news.

Zhuang Yan took a closer look, and it turned out to be Xu Qixing.

To be honest, after he added this wechat, he didn't plan to hook up with the other party, he just planned to confess this wechat silently by himself.There are a lot of circles of friends, and he can't do anything annoying if he has nothing to say.

I didn't expect the other party to take the initiative to ask him to add WeChat, but to talk to him a few hours later!He even suspected that he and Xu Qixing took the wrong script.

Zhuang Yan clicked in with question marks all over his head, and saw Xu Qixing's message [Don't tell others that I added you, and privately connect with fans, Qian Duobao will miss me if you know it. ]

Zhuang Yan replied [OK. ] Oh, it seems that this idol is completely sober.

Perhaps Xu Qixing was afraid that he would misunderstand, and explained [Although I am not an idol, it is not good to spread the word and have private contact with fans. ]

Zhuang Yan replied [Understood, you are an actor. ] Although the acting skills need to be improved.

Xu Qixing thought that it was not good for him to add it on his own initiative, and he seemed to be arrogant, and felt a little embarrassed for the first time, so he said [But in fact, we are not considered a private association, you are not just a fan, you are still my staff. ]

Zhuang Yan felt that the other party's worry was quite reasonable, and seeing that the other party had made up so many reasons to be polite to him, he decided to comfort the other party.

Zhuang Yan replied [that is, how can it be considered a private association, and I won't spend money on you. ]

Xu Qixing: ... What you said is so reasonable that I am speechless.

The other party was silent for a while and didn't speak again. Zhuang Yan thought that the other party was so embarrassed that he couldn't even find a reason to comfort himself. Thinking about the other party's concerns, it was reasonable, although it was a pity that his idol's WeChat account was about to die before it was warmed up. But still take the initiative to solve problems.

Zhuang Yan sent [How about we double delete, don't worry, I will never take screenshots! ]

Xu Qixing was regretting doing this stupid thing at first, but when he saw this sentence, he fell down angrily.

It was as if a scumbag with a bad heart couldn't bear to say abandonment because of the remnant of his conscience, and the other girl calmly said to break up first, as if he was the one who was not cared for.

He snapped and typed [As you wish! ], then threw the phone into the bag under the chair of the plane, and fell asleep with the head covered.