My vase is broken

Two days later, Zhou Yang counted the number of gifts and reported to Ling An.

Ling An was holding a book, nestling on the beanbag sofa on the balcony, with a plate of fruit next to him, and would put a cherries into his mouth from time to time.

"Are there nearly 500 people?" That's quite a lot. After all, the first photo I took was a bare flower pot. It's super difficult to guess three of them right away.

Zhou Yang nodded and said, "500 signatures, Brother Ling, you need to sign it as soon as possible."

"I'll give it to you in three days." Ling An gave an exact number.

Zhou Yang flipped through the itinerary, "Tomorrow, there is a magazine cover shooting assignment, and I have to arrive at the studio at nine in the morning, so I have to leave at seven."

Ling An nodded, "I remember."

Pass him a cherry and ask, "Anything else?"

"Yes." I found two documents from my backpack and handed them to Ling An. "This is an invitation to two variety shows. Brother Gu will let you have a look. You can choose one to be a resident guest."

Ling An took it and looked down.

Zhou Yang continued from the side: "Brother Gu suggested to choose Apple Channel's puzzle-solving variety show, because the other one is a homosexual reality show. Although Apple Channel's puzzle-solving variety show is the first season, the reputation is not clear yet. , but the invited MC lineup is luxurious, and the ratings will definitely not be low."

Ling An didn't listen very carefully, looking at the invitation from the reality show of love in his hand, he raised his eyebrows.

Isn't this the reality show of a pair of national cps in the future?

Shuangli cp.

The fire was a mess.

In the end, the two came out publicly, and the high-profile official announced their relationship.

After returning the two documents to Zhou Yang, Ling An went to bed again, "I won't accept either file."

Zhou Yang was surprised, holding the document, "Why? Brother Ling, you need to increase your exposure now. Variety shows are a good platform."

"I know, but I'm not in a hurry to become popular right away. I don't have a masterpiece yet. If I go to a variety show first, the audience will forget that I'm an actor."

Ling An smiled, "Just tell Gu Linhan what I said, and he will understand."

Zhou Yang felt it was a pity, there were so many people who couldn't ask for such an opportunity, but he was just an assistant, so it was decided not for him to get it, "Okay, I will tell Brother Gu."

The next day, Ling An turned off five alarm clocks, and finally lifted the quilt and sat up.

He didn't get enough sleep, he was a little dazed.

After a big stretch, he was finally more energetic. He reached out and touched the little golden retriever lying on the bedside and howling "woo woo", and rubbed its head.

"Are you hungry? Wait for me a moment."

After getting off the bed, after washing and changing his clothes, he fried two poached eggs for himself, poured the dog food into the dog bowl, and ate with the little golden retriever.

It was still early to finish eating, so he thought of Qin Yan's habits, so he started the fire and made another breakfast.

Half an hour later, Ling An brought the milk porridge for Qin Yan, put on his hat and mask, went upstairs first, put the thermos cup at the door, and then sent Qin Yan a WeChat message.

Ling An: [I left breakfast at your door, remember to eat it. ]

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The anniversary of Qin Shizhang's death was about to come, Qin Yan couldn't sleep well every night, and he would have nightmares when he lay down. He always dreamed of the car accident, and dreamed of his father's bloody appearance when he was removed from the car by the police.

He didn't have a good rest, his expression became colder, and the chill radiating from his body was even more frightening. When he was in the company, he didn't approach people within one meter.

After almost no sleep all night, Qin Yan got up from the bed before the alarm clock rang.

At this time, a wechat reminder sounded, and his eyes left a spider plant.Picking up his phone, after reading the WeChat message from Ling An, he quickly walked towards the entrance.

On the thermos cup, there was a blue sticky note with the words "I'm going to finish eating" neatly written on it, and a big smiling face was drawn on it.

The smiling face on the note seemed to coincide with Ling An's smiling face. Qin Yan looked at it for a long time before carefully taking it off, and put it together with the few notes written by Ling An before, and locked it in the safe with great care.

With a "click", Jiang Xing got sleepy and came out of the guest room rubbing his hair, "Good morning, brother."

Because the death day was approaching, Jiang Xingyue was worried about Qin Yan's affairs, so he stayed at his house.

Qin Yan was sitting at the dining table, eating milk porridge, when he heard the voice, he looked up at him, "Morning."

After being stunned for a long time, Jiang Xingyue came back to his senses, his voice couldn't hide the surprise, "Are you eating breakfast? Am I awake now? Didn't I dream?"

Qin Yan didn't bother to talk to him.

Jiang Xingyue pinched his arm and it hurt a little, so it wasn't a dream?

What the hell!

Jiang Xingyue ran to Qin Yan in a few steps, opened his eyes wide to observe him, and found that he was different today, the air pressure was not so low, the cold aura that made people get goosebumps disappeared, and he ate porridge slowly, in a good mood?

"It's miraculous, who healed you?" After he finished speaking, he realized in a second, "Well, who else can be besides Ling An."

Pulling out the chair and sitting down, he took a look at the thermos cup, there was still half a cup of milk porridge left, "Is this for me to eat?"

Qin Yan raised his thin eyelids, and took the thermos cup back from his hand, "If you want to eat, cook it yourself."

Jiang Xingyue: "..."

no love.

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When Ling An arrived at the shooting location, the set had already been set up.

The photographer was still very young, in his early 30s, when he saw Ling An, he strode towards him, opened his arms and gave Ling An a hug.

Letting go of Ling An, he stretched out his hand towards Ling An again, "Xie Jing."

"Ling An."

"I finally saw you." Xie Jing beamed with joy, and walked around Ling An happily, "I will definitely make you look very handsome and beautiful!"

Ling An recovered from his enthusiasm, smiled and said, "That's good, I'm looking forward to it."

After chatting for a few more words, Ling An went to the dressing room to put on makeup and change clothes.

Gu Linhan came a little late. When he arrived, Ling An had already changed his clothes, put on his makeup, and was waiting for the shooting.

Seeing that he was out of breath, Ling An hooked a chair with his feet and asked him to sit down, "Did you run here? So tired."

"It's for running," Gu Linhan took off his glasses, wiped the sweat off his face, put them on again, and said, "The car broke down on the road, and I couldn't get a taxi during rush hour, so I had to take the bus. The station is far away, and I ran all the way, but I was late for so long."

Ling An asked Zhou Yang to pass him a bottle of water, "Actually, it doesn't matter if you don't come."

"That won't work. It's the first time you shoot a magazine cover. It's very commemorative."

"...It's fine." Ling An didn't know what to say.

Not long after, Xie Jing's assistant came over to call Ling An, Ling An handed the phone to Zhou Yang for safekeeping, straightened his clothes, and walked out of the dressing room.

The theme of this issue of the magazine cover is the warm boy.

To suit the theme, Ling An's hair was dyed flaxen color, and his clothes were an off-white cashmere sweater paired with simple black trousers. They were spotlessly clean and refreshing. Xie Jing stood in front of him and looked at him with his chin resting, feeling that there was still something missing. something.

After thinking about it, Xie Jing had a flash of inspiration, found a sun-shaped brooch and pinned it on his chest, looked it over again, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Well, it's alright."

In his previous life, Ling An did not take too many magazine shoots, and he has a good grasp of the camera sense. His poses are casual and natural, his limbs are not stiff at all, and his smile is very contagious.

Xie Jing held up the camera and looked behind the lens. Seeing Ling An's casual poses were beautiful, his hands were shaking with excitement.

His eyes are bright, his smile reaches the back of his ears, his mouth opens and closes, and he mutters to himself: "This posture is good, this posture is also good..."

Ling An's excellent performance made the shooting progress much faster than expected, and the work was called off after two o'clock.

After taking the photo, Xie Jing imported the photo to the computer, zoomed in to see the effect better, and Ling An's figure and appearance have no shortcomings at all, and the work of retouching the picture is very simple.

"Excellent, much better than I expected." Seeing Ling An coming over, he said to him.

Ling An leaned over to take a look, and felt very satisfied. These photos showed all his good points.

Smiling, he said, "Can you send me a copy of the photo?"

"Of course." Xie Jing gestured ok, "I'll pack it up and send it to you after it's repaired."

"Thank you."

Xie Jing waved his hand, "By the way."

"By the way," thinking of something, he straightened up and turned to face Ling An, and said, "Can you sign me?"

this is very simple.Ling An nodded, "Yes."

"Then wait for me, soon." Xie Jing said, walked away quickly, and came back in a while, holding a copy of Wusan, "Just help me sign the first page."

"What's your name?" Ling An asked while holding a pen.

"Xie Rou, gentle Rou," Xie Jing said, "My younger sister, who is a senior in high school this year, likes you very much, please write a few more words of encouragement, let her calm down and study hard, and stop playing like crazy all day long. "

After Ling An listened, he bowed his head and wrote, using a famous line from a poem he wrote not long ago: Black hair doesn't know how to study early, and Bai Shoufang regrets studying late. [1]

He wrote down his best wishes to Xie Rou, and then signed his name.

"Okay." After closing the pen cap, Ling An returned the book to Xie Jing.

……

In the evening, after dinner, Ling An buried himself in the pile of picture books and continued to sign the remaining [-] books.

Ruan Huhu lay beside him, holding a ball in his two front paws, having a great time playing.

After signing for more than two hours, his body froze.

After getting up and moving for a few minutes, he sat down on the sofa, took out his mobile phone and was about to browse the webpage, when Gu Linhan's call suddenly came.

"What's wrong?" Ling An grabbed a pillow and stuffed it in his arms, and asked while pinching the pillow.

Gu Linhan said seriously: "You have been hacked again."

Ling An felt that the use of "again" was very spiritual, "What's the reason this time?"

"Student scumbag and a student bully character design."

"...What the hell." Ling An felt that there must be little question marks hanging over his head.

When did he ever fall into the role of Xueba?

And saying that he is a scumbag, he felt offended.

"Look at the trending searches first. I'll go find you now. Don't reply until I arrive." Gu Linhan finished speaking and hung up the phone.

Ling An took a drink from the water glass, clicked on Weibo, and saw that his name was listed on the real-time hot search list again, with a few other words attached:

#林安高考评分434#

"..."

Well, the person who hacked him doesn't look very smart.

The author has something to say: [1]: Yan Zhenqing's "Encouraging Learning Poems"

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The second watch is completed, praise me!

In addition, let me say in a low voice, don't you want to bookmark the new advance collection next door?

Hahaha, Bixin, see you tomorrow~

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感谢在2020-05-1712:11:23~2020-05-1723:12:52期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Xiaosu 1;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Y-Frost; 15 bottles of sumac; 3562781010 bottles of Jiangli; 4 bottles of Xiaosu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!