you are in the depths of time [gl]

Before the crew of "Wave the Spatula" started recording Fengcheng's program content, the news had already been posted on Weibo: @凤城, here we come!

The fans in Fengcheng were overjoyed. When the crew got out of the plane at twelve o'clock in the evening, they saw a group of fans holding welcome signs, pulling banners, and waving fluorescent sticks waiting enthusiastically.

As a high school student living in a boarding school, Zhao Xinyang originally wanted to join in the excitement of picking up the airport because it was a holiday on Saturday.

However, he couldn't take time off tonight for the part-time shift at the nearby KFC newspaper, so he could only regrettably spend his mobile phone group chat in the store that gradually became deserted in the middle of the night, watching his friends show him the crowds in the airport.

The thumb and index finger of his right hand expanded on the screen, and he struggled to identify the group of stars wearing masks and peaked caps from the blurred photos that had been enlarged several times.

"Dinglingling~" The door was pushed open, and he hadn't taken his eyes off the phone, nor raised his head, and said to the customer who came with the wind:

"Hello, what do you need?"

From the corner of the eye, I saw the man's hand pressing the menu on the counter.

Shallot fingertips tapped on the glued menu, making a slight 'da da' sound.

He subconsciously put down his phone and looked up.

The long black curly hair is mixed with gradual light blue highlights, making the skin on the slapped face as white as porcelain, and the beautiful peach blossom eyes look up, and the arcs at the end of the eyes actually draw some enchanting meaning .The bridge of the nose has a soft curvature, and the raised line of the nose is followed by the thin peach-colored lips.

——This is the most beautiful girl Zhao Xinyang has seen so far since he was a child... No, in fact, this is a star at all, right?

Could it be the guest invited in this issue of "The Spatula"?

But he searched through the memories in his mind and found that he didn't know who this was at all.

The people in front of the counter struggled for a long time, wanting to eat on the left and wanting to eat on the right. Although she was the only one ordering at the moment, it was not easy to make people wait for a long time.

Looking away from the hanging picture, her eyes met Zhao Xinyang's, and she spoke hesitantly, with a voice like a glass of warm sweet milk: "I want two pieces of plain chicken, a glass of Jiuzhen juice, a couple Spicy chicken wings, and a corn on the cob..."

Seemingly realizing that she ate too much, the girl paused, and said with some reluctance in Zhao Xinyang's smile: "Forget it, I don't want the spicy chicken wings."

Two chicken nuggets, a glass of Jiuzhen Juice, and a root of sweet corn are just right for supper.

Zhao Xinyang tapped on the computer screen, smiled and said, "Hi, it's 45 yuan in total. Take it out or eat here?"

"Packing." The pleasant voice sounded again.

Half a minute later, Zhao Xinyang pushed the food she ordered to the front of the counter, accompanied by a stack of post-it notes and pens.

Facing Miss Shang's slightly stunned expression, he scratched his head in embarrassment: "Then what, can you sign it for me?"

Although I don't know which star she is, but it's always right to get the autograph first!

"Are you my fan?" When she said this, her expression was a little hesitant.

Zhao Xinyang hesitated and wondered whether he should tell the truth, but the person who had finished asking this question had already lowered his head and started writing on the paper, then smiled at him again, picked up the packed bag and walked out of the store.

Until she pushes the door and walks away——

Zhao Xinyang took out his mobile phone and wailed wildly in the group: "I just saw a very beautiful young lady! I don't know if it's a big star invited by the crew!"

"Who is who?" Someone in the group asked curiously.

Zhao Xinyang: ...Wait, it seems like you didn't ask for your name?

Reluctantly, he took the note paper. There were two lines of delicate and slender names on it, which were:

Cheng Youyou.

orange.

I took a photo and posted this picture in the group, and the whole group was silent for a while.

After a while, someone weakly asked, "Who is this?"

A few minutes later, an old member who hadn't bubbled up for a long time suddenly came out: "Eh...she, she's not a big star."

"Cheng Youyou, a girl group member I chased after when I was young and frivolous, is also the most unlucky star I have ever seen in my life."

"I debuted at the age of 15, and ran to take the college entrance examination halfway. Later, it seemed that I didn't pass the college entrance examination, and I rushed into the entertainment industry again to develop. As a result, either the variety show I participated in was cut in half, or the boss ran away when I participated in a girl group. A trick was mixed up in the bad movie, but the show was later blocked by the radio and television..."

"Anyway, I'm quite unlucky. I heard that she changed her career to become an anchor some time ago—hey, do you sell these post-it notes? I'm commemorating my lost youth."

……

Cheng Youyou, who was regarded as a commemoration of losing her youth, walked out of the KFC store and smelled the smell of chicken coming out of the bag, feeling very happy.

A greasy and fragrant supper has the effect of making people feel happy-especially if you don't need to worry about your weight.

Only cars drove by on this street, and seeing no one around, she unloaded her idol bag, picked up the bag and sniffed it secretly, wanting to enjoy a olfactory feast before going back to eat.

The original chicken sprinkled with special spices smells criminal at night, as if you can imagine tearing off the crispy salty skin to reveal the tender chicken covered with oil and quite delicious, sometimes even eating the bones You can still see a light layer of oil on it.

The slight fly in the ointment is that if I also ordered the pair of spicy chicken wings...

Huh?

Cheng Youyou looked at the bag suspiciously, feeling that something had happened to her sense of smell.

Why does it seem to smell the smell of spicy chicken wings?

She remembered that after ordering just now, she was taken aback by the kid asking for an autograph, and forgot to check whether the food in the bag was correct.

The little kid wouldn't put one of the chicken nuggets in hot wings for her, would he?

Her footsteps stopped at the side of the station, and a black Mercedes-Benz was parked not far ahead, and the window was vaguely opened three fingers wide.

But Cheng Youyou hadn't gone there yet, so he didn't notice these details at all.

Borrowing the light from the standing billboard at the station, the pretty girl lowered her head and checked the food she ordered in the white plastic bag.

The drinks he was carrying were in single packs, and in the bag were two paper bags of original taste, a T-bone, a chicken leg, and a tied corn cob.

Less is no less...but more.

There is an extra pair of hot wings.

Cheng Youyou took out the bag of spicy chicken wings, opened the paper bag and glanced at it, and couldn't help laughing when he thought of the little boy asking for his autograph.

The billboard in front of him silently flipped down a new advertisement.

Cheng Youyou came back to her senses, and after seeing the big face in front of her clearly, she took a step back in fright.

Subconsciously put away the bag of chicken wings in his hand—as if he wanted to hide it like a conditioned reflex.

Looking at the woman holding a bottle of Lancome cream on the big screen advertisement for a long time, realizing that this is not the queen of Luo Daying, Cheng Youyou let out a sigh of relief, and whispered: "Why are you everywhere... ..."

She didn't know that the man whom she pissed off was in the black Mercedes a few meters away.

……

Luo Zijin arrived in Fengcheng this morning, first met Jiang Zhenxuan, made an appointment for lunch, and had dinner with some friends here.

Maybe it was because of the mixed drink, she felt dizzy and nauseated on the way back from the restaurant, Xiaolu hurriedly asked the driver to stop the car on the side of the road, and opened one side of the window to let her breathe.

Luo Zijin closed his eyes lightly, propped his head up, and rubbed his temples leisurely with his fingertips.

The cool night breeze from the car window made her feel a little better.

Xiaolu handed her a small stick of green cooling oil, Luo Zijin shook his head, and said, "Is there anyone outside? If there is no one, I will go down for a walk."

Xiaolu quickly stretched his neck to look both sides, and then looked out from the rear window of the car, and caught a glimpse of a girl on the empty platform who was looking at the billboard.

On the billboard is scrolling the image of Luo Zijin's domestic cooperation with Lancome this year.

She blurted out: "No! You must not go out! A crazy fan over there ran to the platform in the middle of the night to lick your peerless beauty!"

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Cheng Youyou: ... EXM? ?I? ? ?Crazy fans? ?