You are so beautiful when you are pitted by me [Quick wear]

It was raining lightly outside the house, and the raindrops hit the window glass, making a slight sound.

The man gradually woke up, he got up and went to the bathroom to wipe his face.

Water splashed on his face and fell down his cheeks. When he looked up, the person in the mirror had a pair of bottomless black eyes, but he was a little more lazy because of the sleepiness in them. He had a high/straight nose and a thin mouth. The lips and the face are very good, but they are pale because they haven't seen the sun all year round.

Xiao Mu splashed cold water on his face several times, and when he was fully awake, he wiped his face and went back to the living room to sit down.

The decoration of the living room is simple, sofa coffee table, TV chandelier, a few plants with unclear names, nothing else.The computer on the coffee table is probably the most eye-catching object in this room.

He turned on the computer, and was stunned by a series of message prompts as soon as he turned it on.

His account is very simple, there is only one crew group, one community group, and very few friends.

The community group is already dead and can't die any more. Friends rarely take the initiative to poke, so there is only the crew group.

Xiao Mu clicked the ignore icon and prepared to continue the unfinished task.

Only this time, the production crew didn't suddenly go quiet like countless times in the past, but rang again, and the number of messages rose suddenly, to an unprecedented height.

Xiao Mu was a little puzzled, so he simply clicked on the usually quiet group.

The number of people in the group has increased by one, which seems to explain to a certain extent why the group that was as quiet as a chicken before suddenly became lively.

Someone came, maybe a big shot.

The record is lengthy, mostly composed of a bunch of meaningless um ah hey ha, Xiao Mu just glanced at it and gave up.

【Artist】Blooming Midsummer: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Meigonghuakai Shengxia has a more cheerful personality and is easy to talk. Seizing this opportunity, Xiao Mu typed a few words on the keyboard.

[Later] Changqiao Liushui: What are you happy about?

【Artist】Flowers blooming midsummer: Hahahahahahaha please Leng Yin can finally settle down, it’s Yan Rong with a nice voice, can I not be happy~

[Artist] Blooming Midsummer: Hey, you're coming up, running water.

[Later stage] Changqiao Liushui: Yes.

【Propaganda】Farewell song: Midsummer, calm down a little →_→

[Artist] Flowers bloom in midsummer: I can't calm down hahahaha.

[Director] Yiren Dianmo: Don't worry about Yan Rong, Midsummer has this character.

[Xia Fan] cv Yan Rong: No, everyone is very enthusiastic, and the atmosphere of the crew is very good.

[Director] Yiren Dianmo: I sent you the script.

[Xia Fan] cv Yan Rong: Okay.

[Propaganda] Song of Farewell: (°—°〃) Yan Rong also likes the Great God of Muxiao, there are many drama reviews of the Great God of Muxiao in the space.

[Xia Fan] cv Yan Rong: That's right, at the beginning it was for Mu Xiao, who joined the online supporting circle, but I don't know why the master suddenly disappeared.

[Propaganda] Bie Ri Jin Ge: I heard that it was because of the three-dimensional thing that I fell out of the circle. I joined the club late, and when I joined, Mu Xiao had already left the circle.

【Artist】Flowers Blooming in Midsummer: Me too QAQ

[Artist] Blooming Midsummer: But does Yan Rong want to join our club? Now the crew is basically all members of our club. Although some of the masters are gone, but after all, the old club, we still have a lot of secret masters here. Yo (＾U＾)/~

[Wind Cotton] cv Yunhu Buxi: Midsummer is starting to solicit customers again 2333333

[Artist] Flowers Bloom Midsummer: Come on, come on, doesn't Yan Rong want to listen to those collector's editions of the Great God Ganyin?

[Xia Fan] cv Yan Rong: Okay, I just happen to have no club.

When Xiao Mu saw this, he suddenly lost his intention to continue reading. He closed the group and searched for Yan Rong.

The newcomer, Little Pink, has a fast vocal speed and good quality, and her attackable and cool voice is very characteristic, so she quickly became popular and attracted countless fans.

Such a person put aside the olive branches offered by various clubs, and chose them, which is an old club, but many masters have retired, and the follow-up is insufficient. They have gradually lost many fans and are only in the middle class or even downhill.

"Are you a fan of Mu Xiao..." Xiao Mu turned off the computer, supported her head, and thought for a while.

In front of him, a figure of a person appeared indistinctly.

The man turned around, and smiled slightly, his long and narrow phoenix eyes were a bit charming, and his male and female looks were gorgeous/lily, but they couldn't be mistaken.

It's just that the facial features quickly blurred into a ball, like a picture scroll blurred by water, and the figure was still vaguely in front of my eyes, but I couldn't see clearly.

Xiao Mu raised his head suddenly, but there was only the bright room in front of him, and there was no one in sight.

This was not the first time he had hallucinations before his eyes, but this time was the longest and clearest one.

Xiao Mu sat alone in the room, his eyes darkened, unable to see clearly his emotions.

Yan Rong's vocal efficiency is indeed very high, Xiao Mu deeply realized this.

When the penguin sounded that day, he was still looking for relevant material. He thought it was just the director Yiren Dianmo calling him for something, but he saw a friend request.

Yan Rong only sent an audio package to say a few polite words and stopped poking him, and his friend's profile picture was darkened.

Xiao Mu watched, thought for a while and clicked on the group, habitually looking down from the latest news.

[Artist] Blooming Midsummer: Yan Rong, you also like this paragraph, and I also like the feeling of this general (≧▽≦)/.

[Wind Cotton] cv Yun Hu Buxi: Midsummer, didn't you dislike this section before→_→

[Artwork] Blooming Midsummer: I used to think that the general is a scumbag, but after a closer look, it feels different. The general was abused so badly. All the things he did were for His Majesty, and he still kept it from His Majesty. His Majesty is completely Without knowing it, His Majesty finally married the Queen (>_<.

[Artwork] Blooming in Midsummer: This passage is the sweetest part of it. It is rare for His Majesty and the General to chat together like this.

[Xia Fan] cv Yan Rong: Well, I like this dubbing by a great god, it gives people a very gentle feeling.

[Artist] Blooming Midsummer: Hee hee hee, I like this place too.

[Director] Yiren Dianmo: What are you talking about?

[Artist] Blooming Midsummer: I'm talking about the script, and I'm talking about the master o(*////▽////*)q, Mu Xiao's voice is really good.

[Editor and director] Yiren Dianmo: Hey, I prefer the post-apocalyptic essay by the master. I forgot the name, but it feels very real. At the later stage, it was the master Yunxuan, and the effect was great!

【Artist】Flowers blooming in midsummer: running water is also great for post-apocalyptic essays o(￣ヘ￣o#)

[Xia Fan] cv Yan Rong: Yunxuan?

[Artist] Blooming Midsummer: That’s right, Master Yunxuan, he was Muxiao’s number one best friend at that time, the kind who was inseparable. Basically, Master Yunxuan handles the later stage of the master, and the scripts handled by Yunxuan will definitely have God.Yan Rong, you may be able to find the vest of the great god in the radio drama you searched for Yunxuan XD

[Xia Fan] cv Yanrong: Thank you, I'll search for it.

[Editor and Director] Yiren Dianmo: @[Later] Long bridge and flowing water, is the long bridge there?The dry sounds seem to be all in place.

[Later] Changqiao Liushui: Yes, I have received them all.

【Art】Blooming Summer: Expectations>v

[Director] Yiren Dianmo: Come on, wait for the drama to start.

[Wind Cotton] cv Yun Hu Buxi: Changqiao, give it to me at the end, this time I will post.

[Later stage] Changqiao Liushui: Okay.

After taking a last look at the group, Xiao Mu clicked Close.

Yan Rong in the group was very different from what he was in contact with. He talked a lot, but the topics were all around Mu Xiao. From the reasons for Mu Xiao's withdrawal from the circle to the various scripts he participated in, it was indeed very similar. Mu Xiao joined the fans in the circle.

It's just that Xiao Mu faintly felt something was wrong.

Outside the window, the rain that had been raining for several days finally stopped, and a ray of sunlight shone into the house along the window, bringing a ray of light, but no heat.

Just like Yan Rong's impression, the outside is fanatical, but the inside is as calm as water, without any waves.

When Xiao Mu came back to his senses, the interface in front of him had jumped to Yan Rong's space.

His space is very clean, there are no photos of his life, no reposted videos of talking about it, and no texts that express feelings about spring and autumn. There are only radio dramas in which Mu Xiao participated and his sentiments and drama reviews in a few words.

If you look closely at the date, you will find that the earliest one is only a month or two ago.

Mu Xiao quit the circle half a year ago and entered the circle for three years.

Such a fan came suddenly and rationally, but many things he did were unpredictable.

Xiao Mu rubbed his temples and didn't continue to read.

It has cleared up outside the house, he can go out for a while, and then come back to continue working on the later stage of the play.

The matter of Yan Rong can be put aside, thinking of this person gives him a severe headache, Xiao Mu does not want to have any interaction with him for the time being.

After being washed by the raindrops, the sky was a little bit bluer, and even the clouds were much clearer.

Walking on the street, it seems that the air is a little clearer, only the remaining water stains and water marks on the road indicate that there was a continuous rain passing through the city.

At two or three o'clock in the afternoon, there are very few people eating, and most of the employees are resting in their own shops waiting for the next shift.

The dessert shop is still full of people, girls and children coming and going, carrying colorful and beautiful cakes to the cashier to check out.

Xiao Mu stood in front of the cupboard and struggled for a long time, as if aware of his hesitation, the clerk at the side stepped forward and said, "Mister, do you want to buy a small cake? Who is it for?"

"For my little niece." Xiao Mu didn't refuse the clerk's kindness, "I'm nine years old this year."

"Little girls should like this one more, and it has more fruits, and it's not too sweet." The clerk pointed to a small pink house made of various fruit creams.

"Okay, that's it." Without further entanglement, Xiao Mu directly chose the small cake recommended by the clerk, packed it and checked out, and left the store.

The moment he got in the car, he saw a young man stepping into the dessert shop.

The young man's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and his lips curled into a slight smile, but he still couldn't get rid of the cold demeanor around him. With just a glance, the astonishment remained in his heart for a long time.

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