Mr. Qin is always serious

Fans suddenly panicked.

Judging from these standards, no matter how you look at it, the person Mr. Qin likes cannot be our Mr. Lang.

In their eyes, Wen Lang's appearance has long been fixed, he is the king of the world, he is lazy and has a little thick skin, the essence is like this, no matter how cute the dimples are, how seductive the peach blossom eyes are, how good-looking the appearance is ,also the same.

Sweet, good-natured, soft?

Not detached, not detached.

As rational fans, we are very reasonable, seek truth from facts, and never brag about it.

Fans: [Proud Chest].jpg

Although Wen Lang couldn't catch up with the live broadcast, after taking the makeup photo, he also saw the clipped video on Weibo, and felt that what Mr. Qin said was very appropriate.

Mr. A Flower on the Mountain in the Fog is obviously super soft and sweet.

Wen, who had no idea but was confident, returned home with a good mood, squinted and smiled and gave Mr. Qin a sweet kiss, with a sultry dimple as a gift.

The days are like marshmallows, sweet and soft, walking slowly in tenderness, and reaching March 29 bit by bit.

Wen Lang's birthday is here.

Xiao Zai Zai is cute, and countless people are waiting to wish him birthday blessings. Just after midnight, Wen Lang's WeChat began to ding dong ding dong, and Weibo was instantly swiped by related topics.

A group of people who like him are doing very cute things with their hearts, drawing pictures and engraving stamps to make surroundings, writing his name and confession letter stroke by stroke on paper, and the official blog of the support club also released a video of He Sheng, which was composed of hundreds of people. The clip was edited, and the people inside were laughing, not speaking, and holding up the cards in their hands next to each other.

What is written on the paper is the expression of the heart.

There is a warm heart in the words.

There was light in the eyes of those who wrote them.

Wen Lang always felt that it was lucky and grateful to be liked by so many people, so he retweeted the video in a soft mood, and then clicked likes on his Weibo and comments side by side for half an hour. Wanting to continue, Mr. Qin next to him became upset, and stretched out his hand to force him into the quilt.

"Sleep." Qin Jingshen pressed the quilt into Wen Lang's neck, and said in a low voice.

Wen Lang reached out and grabbed the edge of the quilt, and looked at him with bright eyes: "Mr. Qin, it's my birthday."

Qin Jingshen hummed: "I know."

Hi.

Straight man of steel is really annoying.

Wen Lang narrowed his eyes: "Didn't you express anything?"

After thinking about it, he added: "Of course, the kiss at zero o'clock doesn't count."

The straightforward little cub is very painful, Qin Jingshen smiled in his eyes, adding a bit of sultry under the dim light of the bedroom: "What do you want?"

"Can I ask for anything?"

Wen Lang asked, and after asking, he raised his eyes to meet the eyes of the person in front of him, waiting for his answer with full expectation.

The small video on his online disk and the cat ear set that just arrived yesterday, it seems that it is time to use it.

Qin Jingshen's eyes sank, and his voice became hoarse: "Go to bed early."

Wen Lang didn't move, just stared at him intently.

There was a bit of helplessness in Qin Jingshen's eyes, and he finally chose to compromise: "I have prepared something for you, but I can't tell you what it is yet."

As expected.

Wen Lang was satisfied, but at the same time a little shy, feeling that his appearance was no different from when he was pestering Wen Rong for gifts when he was a child.

He clearly knew there would be, but he just had to hear that certain word before giving up.

It's really getting back to life.

Wen Lang shrank under the quilt: "Then...Mr. Qin, good night."

Qin Jingshen's eyes were as soft as clouds, he lowered his head and kissed him gently on the forehead, and said in a gentle voice, "Good night."

The bedside lamp was turned off following his voice, and the room was enveloped in darkness, completely silent.

Wen Lang embraced the quilt and patted Qin Jingshen, and soon fell asleep.

**

The next morning, Wen Lang packed up and prepared to go to the fan meeting.

The venue of the meeting is a small auditorium on the second floor of Huanyu, with a capacity of about 500 people. Wen Lang's birthday meeting has always been relatively private, and the invited people are random from his die-hard fans who have liked him since six years ago. The selected ones are reviewed by the little hamster fan, and they are absolutely reliable.

Although the whole meeting will be broadcast live, it is not an announcement after all. Wen Lang doesn't want to feel too distant from the people who like him, so he passed by wearing a white sweater and jeans. The fans are used to this and waved to him affectionately. Together they raised the support sign.

Wen Lang glanced at the content above, and immediately wanted to turn around and leave.

——President Lang who is one year older, remember to take good care of your health and don't be bald!

——Your Majesty, do you want to update the article on your birthday?

——Don't let the lost horse affect the update, Your Majesty!

——The bald-headed gentleman who is obsessed with old-age care, okay?

Wen Lang: "..."

I'm afraid it's not a bunch of fake fans.

But this kind of thing has to go through once a year, and Wen Lang has no choice but to sit down among the crowd casually, and smile at the people around him with raised eyes: "Long time no see, how are you doing recently?"

"It's not good without Mr. Lang's selfie."

"No selfie with His Majesty, not good."

"It's not good without egg yolk and Jubao'er emojis."

"No, I fell to the ground with a heartache, and President Lang had to hug and hold me high before I could get up."

I knew I shouldn't be asking these normal questions at all.

Wen Lang held his chin: "I see you like this once a year, are you sure you want to fight with me?"

The fans who had never won against each other were instantly persuaded: "Oh."

Wen Lang smiled: "Then it will be business as usual, chat and sing and then go back to each house, come, come, what do you want to talk about this year?"

The people around were silent for a few seconds, and then said in unison: "Selfie! Update! Mr. Qin!"

Wen Lang: "..."

In the silence, they heard them say again: "Dear Mr. Lang, have you watched the interview with Mr. Qin a few days ago? Mr. Qin said that the person he likes is sweet, soft and cute. We discussed it and agreed that you It’s to be cool, no matter how enthusiastic the confession is in the air, it’s useless.”

Wen Lang:? ? ?

He narrowed his eyes: "Don't you think it's me who is sweet, soft and cute?"

The fans fell silent together.

It's not like we said, Mr. Lang, what misunderstanding do you have about yourself?

Wen Lang got the answer from their silence.

After the identification, it was confirmed that it was a fake fan.

He clicked his tongue, and didn't give the fans any chance to be angry with him. He calmly moved the topic, and a group of people gathered together, gradually chatting with each other.

Backstage.

Song Li and Shu He opened the door and looked outside quietly, the little hamster's eyes sparkled: "Brother Song, isn't my lang always super sweet?"

Good little monster, if you say you are blind, you will be blind.

Song Li clicked his tongue: "I didn't see... no, cough."

The following words stopped hastily when he realized that there was a big boss next to him.

The two monsters dared to glance there from the corner of their eyes, and there was a big screen in sight. Qin Jingshen was standing behind it, dressed in a meticulous suit, looking down at the smiling person on the screen.

Song Li understood when he looked at his eyes, no matter what Wen Lang looked like in other people's eyes, in this eyes it was definitely blessed by countless layers of filters.

Shu He was obviously aware of this, and he didn't dare to continue to make a sound. He tilted his head and made eye contact with Song Li silently.

——Brother Song, does Mr. Lang know that Mr. Qin is coming?

—I probably don’t know.

——Then what's the situation now?

——I don't know the little love between the young couple.

——Hmm... Then, shall we make a small report to Mr. Lang in advance?

——Please recite silently the way of survival that I told you before.

--Um?

—meaning leave it alone, stupid.

—Okay, okay.

The little hamster wrinkled his nose and fell silent.

Qin Jingshen also lowered his head again, tracing Wen Lang's appearance over and over again with his eyes across the screen.

Time passed bit by bit, and soon it was 10:30.

In the auditorium, Wen Lang unscrewed the thermos cup and took a sip of goji berry and red date water, and was reminded by fans to pay attention to health and not bald.

Wen Lang didn't care at all, and drank half of the water before putting it down, clearing his throat: "We've been chatting for almost an hour and a half, and I think it's almost time, so do you understand the next link?"

The fans laughed: "Should we sing "The Wind of the Old Times" or "The World"?"

They understand very well, and there are probably only two songs that their idols can sing.

Wen Lang shook his head, smiled and hugged the guitar next to him: "Original love songs, are you afraid?"

Fans: Hey.

Believe it or not, don't be afraid.

Wen Lang didn't say anything, hugged the guitar and lowered his eyes and gently plucked the strings. The prelude went on for a while, and people were surprised to find that it was really an original song.

awesome.

Promising and promising.

Okay, I finally made progress.

Wen Lang was actually quite nervous. The last time he heard the song "He Who Came From the Mountains, Rivers, Lakes and Seas" at Fu Tong's concert, he had this idea—to write a song for Mr. Qin.

Write the lyrics and compose the music yourself, unique, give it all to him.

After such an idea appeared, Wen Lang secretly followed Fu Tong to ponder over it for more than three months, and finally settled everything the night before yesterday.

The name of the song is "A Love Letter".

After the prelude, Wen Lang lowered his eyes and sang the first line, and the fans silently silenced, listening to him and watching him laugh.

The same is true for Qin Jingshen.

He stood over there looking at the screen, his eyes seemed to melt on Wen Lang, and he couldn't move away no matter what.

The singer didn't realize that someone was looking at him with such enthusiastic eyes, and he sang earnestly with the guitar in his arms. After the beginning, he went into the chorus, repeated it twice, and finally ended the song with a humming sound.

And amidst the humming, the crowd in front of Wen Lang also moved. They raised their hands together and raised up a huge banner with white characters on a red background, which was very clear.

——24-year-old Wen Lang, this is the first time we meet, please give me your advice.

Next to the words are densely packed signatures.

At the same time Wen Lang saw it clearly, the people around them pressed the Wen Lang words on their heads to support the headbands, and shouted at Wen Lang in unison.

"Dear Mr. Lang! Happy birthday!"

The voice is loud, as hot as the heart.

Wen Lang was taken aback for a moment, and quickly laughed, his peach blossom eyes were particularly beautiful: "Thank you, I—"

Before he finished speaking, he was covered by the sudden shouts around him. The voice was more enthusiastic than before, and it could even be said to be a little crazy. The person closest to Wen Lang was so excited that he pointed behind his back with trembling hands: " Mr. Lang, Qin Qinqin...Mr. Qin!"

Wen Lang turned his head abruptly, and then saw Qin Jingshen, wearing the Shiba Inu headband worn in the last concert on his head, with deep eyes and steady steps, walking towards him step by step.

Wen Lang's mind went blank for a moment.

blah blah blah.

It's live right now.

Following the loss of the live broadcast, does this mean coming out of the closet on the live broadcast?

is not it--

A little too exciting? !

The author has something to say: Wen Langlang: "Is this a bit too exciting?"

Mr. Qin (with no waves on his face): "The more exciting part is in the next chapter."

Wen Rong: Stare.