Cannon Fodder Fake Master Was Stunned After Being Reborn

He said so, but he still had doubts in his heart, because An Ran filled in all A's in that form, so one of An Ran and Zhang's couple must be panic because there is no mobile phone here. Jian Xingsui doesn't know if the news can't be sent out or colluded, but he is still filming in the program group, so even if he doesn't know, he has to recognize it first.

After hanging up the phone, Jian Xingsui returned the phone, but the mood at this time was somewhat different from before.

Shen Xingchen came over and asked him just now, Is there anyone in your family for this event?

Ah? Not necessarily. Jian Xingsui said honestly, I shouldn't come. They seem to be busy with work.

Shen Xingchen sneered: It's not a shame to come here to participate in the recording of the show, what kind of work are you busy with? Is it so important to save the world?

Jian Xingsui was suddenly speechless.

Shen Xingchen is always straightforward and right, but because of this, what he said is truly heart-warming. Others have the time to come with millions of CEOs every minute, so why can't you be so busy.

Love and dislike are always obvious.

Jian Xingsui didn't feel the sadness he imagined, he just smiled lightly and said with emotion, Yes...you're right.

...

the next day

Today's hall is very lively.

On the open day for parents to visit relatives, many students were very excited all day long. Some of them hadn't seen their family members for more than a month.

In the early morning, the instructors organized a gathering of all the students. Fu Jinxiao stood at the front. In order not to steal the limelight of the contestants, the handsome and elegant man wore loose and casual sportswear, but even so, Fu Yingdi also Unlike most young students, he has the charm of a mature man on his body, which makes people unable to look away.

This afternoon, your parents will come to the guild hall, so you should prepare your thoughts for your parents when they arrive. Fu Jinxiao pointed to the pen and paper on the table and said, Write down some of your thoughts on the future. Wishes and prospects, deposit this letter and give it to your family when your parents come.

Everyone got the paper.

Jian Xingsui was holding the paper and didn't know how to write. Most of the people around him were writing. He was the only one who was staring at the white paper, but it would not be very good to do nothing, so he started to write and describe gently. stand up.

Until a voice came from the side: What did you draw?

Jian Xingsui was stunned for a moment, looked up, and saw Fu Jinxiao standing beside him, he was a little nervous.

What about you? Fu Jinxiao lowered his head: What did you draw?

On this drawing of Jian Xingsui, there are no words. The pen is drawn with a black ink pen. There is a small house in this painting. There is a villain living in the house. There are some scattered things that look like CDs. The house is very big, but I don't know why it looks empty. The little man is full of many things, but he looks very lonely and lonely.

Jian Xingsui opened his lips lightly: The painter's home.

Family?

one's home?

Fu Jinxiao remembered that today's theme is the hope for the future, so Jian Xingsui's future is... a person?

He didn't go to the part of the phone call two days ago, but he also heard some things. It is said that almost all the people got through the phone that day, but the child's phone was never answered, which is pitiful and distressing.

Is this the home you imagined in the future? Fu Jinxiao leaned down and looked at it with dark eyes. He didn't blame Jian Xingsui for not being a painter, and he didn't ask him why he didn't write a letter. He just curled his lips and asked. : What is the little person in your painting looking at?

Jian Xingsui answered honestly, Watch TV.

In his imagination, the life he looks forward to in the future is to have a house of his own, and then he will have a smooth job, and he may engage in other occupations in the future. Apart from that, he will silently pay attention to idols and the lives of celebrities from the screen. It may be a dull and peaceful day, but the lessons of his previous life are vivid in his mind. For him, if he can live such a life forever, it is already a luxury. .

Fu Jinxiao whispered, You haven't finished painting this TV yet.

Jian Xingsui nodded: Yes.

Give me the pen. Fu Jinxiao took the pen in his hand and simply drew a few strokes on the TV, outlining the appearance of a villain.

Jian Xingsui asked, This is?

Fu Jinxiao raised his eyebrows: Can't you see?

Jian Xingsui burst out laughing. When he smiled, his eyes were bright, but he was actually very handsome: How do you know that I will be looking at you?

Um?

Fu Jinxiao's bass is sexy and magnetic, and there is an unnoticeable smile in the eyes of the actor, and he asks, Isn't it me?

...

It's you.

Jian Xingsui's heart seemed to beat fiercely at this moment. He looked down at the painting on the table. In the painting about the future, where there was only a lonely villain, he was no longer alone, even if that person was still the same. On the screen, he appeared on the same drawing paper as himself, and this time it was no longer his own wishful thinking, but was added by Fu Jinxiao himself.