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There was some small commotion in the studio. The young man who walked in raised his hand and pressed the brim of his hat. Amber cat eyes looked around and locked on the wind chime. The corner of the young man's mouth slightly raised: "Morning, Miss Xiaoling."

"...Mr. Longma? Why is it you?" Feng Ling put down the things in her hands, and quickly walked up to her.

"I invited you, I invited you." Zhang Wen, who couldn't understand Japanese, guessed something, and said triumphantly.

"Sister Wen, you..." Feng Ling was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look at Zhang Wen who was "seeking praise, praise", and then looked at the dragon horse who said "it's nothing to do with me" , the scene of being in the ward of Grady Hospital in Atlanta flashed through my mind, and the corner of my mouth twitched again, "Sister Wen, Mr. Long Ma, you..."

"Good morning everyone, I'm Echizen Ryoma, please give me your advice today." Echizen avoided the sight of the wind chime, took off the peaked cap on his head, looked around, and bowed at ninety degrees.

"Ah, it's really Echizen Ryoma, the real person is much more handsome than the one in the newspaper." A little girl in charge of clothing cried in a low voice, her excitement couldn't be concealed in her words.

Looking at Echizen's handsome side face, Fengling pursed her lips and smiled. This boy who just passed the emotional IQ has captured the hearts of many little girls. After being poked on the arm, Fengling turned her head and looked at the boy who was standing beside her. Zhang Wen, I saw this sister smiled wickedly: "What? Did you fall in love with him? Although he is a little younger than you, he is also a good candidate for my son and his father, but I don't know if he has a daughter. friend."

"He's getting married soon, so you're still his son's father." Feng Ling rolled her eyes, turned and walked aside, she knew it was a serious mistake to talk to this elder sister.

"Ah, it's a pity, it's a pity..." While shaking his head and muttering about pity, Zhang Wen pulled Echizen aside and roughly explained the content and meaning of the commercial shooting.

Echizen listened and nodded to express his understanding, his amber cat eyes glanced at the position of the wind chime from time to time, and the little bug named Bagua in his heart was about to move.

At the beginning of the shooting, Feng Ling, who had nothing to do, sat in the farthest corner from the shooting site, took out the sketchbook from her bag, and only the last page was blank, she thought for a while, and stuffed the old sketchbook back In the bag, I took out a new one, tore off the wrapping film, looked at the brilliantly blooming hydrangeas on the cover, pursed my lips, turned to the first page, held a pencil in my hand, and lowered my head to draw.

Time slipped away at the tip of the pen, and the air became a bit more familiar. Fengling turned to look at Echizen Ryoma sitting beside her, and said with a smile, "Having a rest?"

"Hmm." Echizen wiped the sweat off his forehead with his hand, took out two cans of Ponta from his bag, opened one and handed it to Feng Ling.

"Thank you." Feng Ling took it and took a sip. It was still grape-flavored. She couldn't help asking, "Mr. Longma, don't you drink other flavors?" She remembered that Ponta was more than just this flavor.

"This is delicious." Echizen raised his head and took a few sips, a drop of juice slipped from the corner of his mouth, and he stuck out his tongue to lick it.

"..." Feng Ling rolled her eyes, and changed the subject, "What did Sister Wen do to you to sell yourself?"

"Huh?" Echizen blinked his eyes, expressing that he didn't quite understand what Fengling said.

"You pretend to be ignorant, don't you?" Feng Ling freed up a hand to pinch Echizen's cheek, and Echizen narrowed his eyes in pain.Regarding Echizen's reaction, Fuling nodded in satisfaction. She let go of her hand, patted Echizen's face, and said, "Ryoma-kun, feelings are up to me, and you don't have to do that." Echizen Ryoma didn't like it very much. Anyone who is familiar with him knows about taking pictures, let alone shooting commercials.

"Cut, it's not for you, don't be too sentimental." Echizen glanced at Fengling.

"..." A dead child is not cute at all.Feng Ling gritted her teeth resentfully, turned to a new page, held a pencil, but did not write for a long time.

"Oh, by the way, Aunt Feng, Sister Nuonuo and Xiaoxi have something to bring to you, and I'll send it to your house after the commercial is filmed." Echizen said as if he had thought of something.

"What kind of mess is it?" Feng Ling said helplessly, "Where does Mr. Long Ma live now?"

"Stay at that guy's house." Echizen drank the Ponta in one gulp, pinching the jar.

"That guy is your brother, right?" Feng Ling's mouth twitched, seeing Echizen shrugged, and asked, "When did you arrive?"

"Last night." Echizen put the crushed soda can in Fengling's hand, "Your sister Wen said she would keep it a secret from you, so I didn't tell you, and I didn't let that guy tell you." Echizen grabbed hair, and a gossip look on his handsome face, "Hey, Miss Xiaoling, how are you and that guy doing now?"

"Do you know that you are very gossip now?" Feng Ling rolled her eyes again.

"I know." Echizen nodded, "Sister Xiaoling, Senior Sister Feng is pregnant, and even King Monkey Mountain will be a father in a few months."

"The King of the Monkey Mountain? Is it Monkey King?" Feng Ling knew that the Feng-senpai that Echizen was talking about referred to Fuji Shusuke's wife, but who was the King of the Monkey Mountain.

"Kego Atobe." Echizen looked disgusted, as if mentioning this name would make him pregnant.

As soon as Echizen finished speaking, the figure of a purple-grey-haired boy with a tear mole under his eye automatically appeared in Feng Ling's brain. He was standing in the sun, holding a racket in one hand, and pointing to the sky with the other, looking very coquettish Said: Let's all be intoxicated by my grandpa's gorgeous beauty.Feng Ling thought about it again, she turned her head to look at Echizen: "Their wife is pregnant, and they want to be a father, what does that have to do with me?"

"Well... I just want to know when I can be an uncle."

"Get out, find Yun Xi to give birth quickly, and you will be a father immediately!" Feng Ling raised his hand and slapped him, and Echizen swiftly avoided it.

At this time, the next round of shooting started, Echizen jumped up, straightened his hair, and slightly raised his chin towards the wind chime: "Madamadadane."

A dead child is not cute at all.

Interrupted by Echizen, she ran to see God Zhou with all her inspiration. Fengling closed the sketchbook, leaned her back against the wall, and watched them take pictures quietly. After a while, she looked back, lowered her eyes, and looked at the opening on the cover Get the brilliant sunflowers, and my thoughts gradually drift away.

I don't know how long it took before someone poked her shoulder. Feng Ling came back to her senses and looked up at director Zhang Wen's sister who said "I give up".

"Girl, is Echizen Ryoma paralyzed by his facial laughing nerve?" Zhang Wen looked depressed.

"Ah?" Feng Ling stood up, looked at Echizen surrounded by a bunch of people, obviously she hadn't figured out what happened, she shook her head, "No. He's normal, I've never heard of him He has such a disease." Sister, you have never seen real facial paralysis, and it is really terrifying to be paralyzed, she has only met two.

"Then why doesn't he smile?" Zhang Wen slapped Feng Ling's shoulder, "Oh, no, it's not that he doesn't smile, it's just that he doesn't care about his smile at all, and it looks like it's fake."

"He just took the cool route." Feng Ling said.

"I don't care, you go and take care of him, and you go and let him smile for me." Zhang Wen waved his hand, and the burden fell on Fengling's shoulders.

"...I'm just an advertisement planner." Feng Ling held back her old blood in her heart.

"Well, planning is to solve things that the director can't handle." Zhang Wen supported his waist, as if it was a matter of course.

"..." A black line climbed up the back of Fengling's head, she gave someone a blank look, and walked towards Echizen and the others.

As soon as I walked to the periphery, I heard a person ask: "Mr. Echizen, if you won the Grand Slam championship and the runner-up congratulated you, and then said that you are very strong, what kind of expression would you have?"

Under normal circumstances, ordinary people would smile modestly and proudly, and then say, "Where, where." But Echizen Ryoma is the same, and I saw this kid frowned, still with a cool face: "It's not me You are strong, but you are weak."

"..." There was a dead silence in the audience.

Feng Ling raised her hand to her forehead, she knew it would be like this.

"Okay, okay, everyone, let's take a break and let Echizen-san find out how he feels." The director clapped his hands, and the staff around Echizen dispersed.

"Yo." Seeing Fengling standing not far away, Echizen said hello, jumped down from the steps, handed the props in his hand to the prop master who was waiting at the side, and walked towards Fengling.

Echizen is not short. Standing in front of Fengling, Fengling needs to look up. She raised her head to look at the cat-eyed young man, with one hand behind her back, eyes half-closed, and the other raised Echizen's chin: "Come on, Give me a smile and see what is unqualified?"

Echizen looked at Fengling calmly, and suddenly grinned, revealing eight teeth on the top and bottom.

"..." Feng Ling, who wanted to tease people but was teased, was suddenly disturbed by the wind.

Echizen closed his mouth and rubbed his cheeks: "How is it? Are you satisfied?"

"It's so ugly." Feng Ling rolled her eyes, "I'm not satisfied at all, I want to return it."

"Ah, Lala... I won't exchange it if I sell it."

"Ah, Ryoma-kun, your skin is getting thicker and thicker, and you can catch up with Tezuka Yunxi."

"She's my fiancée." Echizen was very conscious of being a fiancé.

Hearing this, Feng Ling frowned, turned to look at Echizen, his eyes were burning, and Echizen hurriedly took two steps back in shock: "Hey, Mr. Longma. Can you recall the moment when you proposed to Yunxi and she agreed to you?" In the mood?"

"What do you remember about that?" A blush crept up Echizen's cheeks.

"I remember you were laughing out of your mind at that time."

Echizen was taken aback for a moment, looked at Fengling with some embarrassment, and then quickly turned his head away.

"Remember quickly."

"No."

"hurry up."

"No. Absolutely not."

"Then just think about Yun Xi giving birth to a big fat boy for you, and how you would like to be a father." Feng Ling changed the topic.

Echizen was taken aback again, his amber cat eyes were stained with joy, his eyes flickered slightly, he glanced at Feng Ling, and quickly hid his joy: "Don't think about it."

"Mr. Longma, if you don't want to, this commercial will not be filmed, and then we won't be able to call it a day and go home tonight. Well... I wanted to say that I would welcome you back and cook you a sumptuous dinner. The menu has already been figured out." Okay, but now it seems that I can only drink porridge when I go back." Feng Ling had a regretful look on her face.

"Is there mapo tofu?" Echimae stepped forward.

"Have."

"Is there any boiled beef?"

"Have."

"Is there a saliva chicken?"

"You can consider adding it."

"I also want sweet and sour pork, ants climbing trees, dry pot squid..."

"But, Mr. Ryoma, the filming of the commercial is not over." Feng Ling looked at Echizen's cat eyes that were getting brighter because of the food, and poured cold water on it.

"Remember right now."

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