The king is here

Yan Yong took the bus to the gate of KFC. He looked up and saw that the ordering line inside was almost at the parking lot. Feeling anxious, he jumped out of the car and headed straight for the gate, accidentally bumping into someone else on the way.However, he was rushing to line up, so he apologized without looking back, and squeezed in very quickly before several old men who came to order food in a group.

As a handsome guy with white skin, beautiful legs and long legs, Yan Yong still exudes a radiance that no one can hide, even if he is submerged in a long line wearing a simple striped fake two-piece shirt, straight jeans and white sneakers. He was full of vitality and full of vigor, completely different from most of the boys who walked on the street who were addicted to the Internet and were captured by mobile phones and always looked listless. Naturally, he was more dazzling, which attracted many girls to secretly look at him.

Shaking the key boredly, a few minutes later, Yan Yong, who was drowsy in the queue, heard a few girls in the back whispering about himself, and the words they used were nothing more than handsome, good-looking, long-legged, and potential stock. , It is a very happy thing for other boys.However, in contrast, he prefers others to praise him for being able to eat, sleep and be healthy.Note orphans?It doesn't matter, isn't he living a good life alone, why do he have to get someone else to mess up his good life?

After listening for a while without interest, Yan Yong, feeling bored, simply took out his earphones and put them on, listening to the music while walking slowly with the team.

Twenty minutes later, Yan Yong, who had gone through a lot of hardships like a long march of 10 miles and went to the west to get a scripture, finally came to the first one. Looking at the face of the waiter girl and her neck, which was completely different in color, He rolled his dead fish eyes and said, "I want a Pizza Hut..."

The little girl's smiling face froze, and the words "smash the field" were already on her lips.

Yan Yong came back to his senses with a jolt, remembering what he said just now, he wanted to slap himself, and quickly cleared his throat to correct him: "What, I want a medium-sized family bucket, a strawberry ice cream and a seafood pizza, thank you."

"Okay, wait a minute."

The little girl's expression returned to normal, she jotted down what he ordered and trotted to the back to prepare. Five minutes later, Yan Yong took a lot of things and found a corner seat for two and sat down. The food was placed on the table, which was in stark contrast to his "alone" image and attracted many monster-looking eyes. It is estimated that some people still think in their hearts that this child will not be hurt by a broken relationship or encounter other difficulties, so he should comfort himself with food.

Yan Yongchang didn't care about other people's eyes at such an age, and calmly ate against these eyes.

Dip the french fries in ketchup, take a bite of the chicken leg and drink two sips of coke, Yan Yong sweeps the food on the table like a storm.He is not a foodie, he just eats a lot and exhausts his energy quickly. He usually has to eat some snacks in his mouth when he has nothing to do. When he went to the hospital, the doctor said he was fine and asked him to eat less and more frequently, and pay attention to his calorie intake.Hmm... Anyway, he listened to it as nonsense, and he should eat and drink, without being affected at all.

As he ate, Yan Yong became more energetic, and there were many noisy voices in his ears. He didn't want to play with his mobile phone, so he just listened to the conversations at the front and back tables while eating, which was quite interesting.

After listening for a while, he realized something was wrong. What was the discussion at the table in front of him? "Celebrating the third anniversary of meeting [-]"?Is it the "one two two one two" he understood?

Yan Yong listened intently to the words at the front table with his half-gnawed chicken wings in his mouth.

That's right, sitting in front of him were the two heads of his fan club and several senior figures.

The real name of the head of the fan club, Baiyue, is Chu Er. She is a girl with long hair and looks like a good girl. Her skin is healthy wheat. Her facial features are not delicate but she looks very comfortable. She is warm and cheerful with a loud voice. Both young and old get along well.

The deputy head is You San, Gao Fushuai, but the only one present who knows his identity is Chu Er.As for the others, they were all not well-known painters in the circle, who were brought into the pit by one two two one two, and in reality they were all college students.

"A San, we haven't done the event planning yet, do you have any suggestions?" Chu Er asked while sipping on the juice, his brows were slightly frowned, and there was a layer of distress.

You San scratched his head, he has never had the ability to innovate, and he is usually the one who votes for the event planners of fan clubs, but when Chu asked him this question, he really caught him.

"Suggestion... I think the male gods have quit the circle, and there is no point in doing big things. Now fans are supported by their love and feelings." One of the old fans felt lost, and did not eat a bite of the food at hand, "There is no male god The third anniversary celebration, the more lively it is, the more those black people will make fun of it. Although you all said not to care about them, but that is when the male god is still there. Now that the male god is gone, what position do we have to tear up with the black people? Woolen cloth?"

As soon as the words came out, the scene was immediately cold.

You San lowered his head in disappointment, his enthusiasm was poured down by a scoop of cold water.

It's not that they haven't considered this issue, it's just that they deliberately avoided it, not wanting to make everyone feel even more depressed.But no matter whether they evade it or not, the male god's retreat has become a fact, and they cannot change it.Apart from trying hard to keep their love for him, and fantasizing about the sight of him stepping on the colorful auspicious clouds to comfort themselves one day, they seem to be unable to do much.

Seeing that everyone was devastated, Chu Er bit the straw thoughtfully for a while, and then suddenly slammed the table hard, causing them to recover from their sentimentality and look at him puzzled.

"Hey, I agreed that this third anniversary celebration is to cheer up those lost little fans, and we agreed to wait for the handsome return of the male god together, why are you all saddened by those new fans? ?”

You San coughed dryly: "Baiyue, don't use your words so freely. And I have already planned to wait for the male god, I believe he will come back!"

Cutting his shoulder backhanded, Chu Er said angrily: "Then what are you missing! Also, what words are you still struggling with at this time! Forget it, since you all have no ideas, let me decide. Next week At [-]:[-] p.m. on Saturday, we will hold an event at the old place of YY. The specific projects have been discussed and prepared in the past few days, and the notification has also been given. If you can invite the male god’s friends or masters who are at the same level as the male god, please invite as much as possible. The more the more the better. The more the better, okay?"

"can."

"It can only be this way."

Several people have no objection.

The content of the [-]rd anniversary celebration will become the focus of their next discussion. Many detailed points are not yet determined directly, and they must seek the opinions of other fans.You San belongs to the recorder, and records the preliminary discussion results with a mobile phone memo.

They were talking enthusiastically, but they didn't realize that there was a handsome young man sitting in the back seat who listened to all their words, shaking a French fries between his fingers, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

[-]rd anniversary...

After returning home from KFC, when the door was closed, Yan Yong relaxed and fell on the bed, staring blankly at the messy wood grain on the ceiling.

To be honest, he was quite shocked and moved by what happened just now.Of course, he has never doubted that the upper management of his fan group loves him, but he rarely encounters a complete explosion, so his perception is very vague.Hearing You San and Chu Er would definitely wait for his return today, he suddenly felt very lucky, after all, there are so many people in this world who have never met him but really love him deeply.

But when you think about it carefully, he doesn't seem to have done anything for these people who really love him?Yes, nothing has been done.

Yan Yong twisted his fingers guiltily.

He is not a heartless person, he will remember when others treat him well, and return the same affection.In the past, I was immersed in the crowd of fans, and I was a carefree person, so I didn't pay attention to it.Now that he understands, if he still disappoints so many fans who love him, he will not be able to get over this hurdle himself.

But what can he do?comeback?No, no, it's a slap in the face to come back just after leaving the circle, not to mention that he doesn't want to go back to his old life for the time being.Participating in the third anniversary celebration?Forget it, what's the difference between that and a comeback?How about getting something for them?

Yan Yong, who had been thinking for a long time but had no idea for a long time, scratched his head irritably, took out his mobile phone from his pocket and habitually opened Weibo and flipped through it casually, hoping to find inspiration from a lot of marketing accounts posting cats, dogs, clothes, and shoes.It's a pity that after looking through the homepage for a long time, not only did he not get any inspiration, but he couldn't help but bought several figures promoted by the marketing account and participated in the crowdfunding of Luluxiu Xiali figures.When he came back to his senses, he was almost crying by himself.

Buried his face in the pillow and reflected for ten seconds, before turning over again, Yan Yong's annoyance had turned back to firmness.After rolling around on the bed for nearly ten laps, he pulled back the mobile phone that had been left aside. This time, instead of looking at the home page, he simply poked into the Weibo accounts of the master painters he followed one by one, and took a look. How they get along with fans on a daily basis.

The painter "Today I ate another three catties of pickles", known as "Brother Pickles", a veteran figure in the circle, with a warm and funny style of painting, rarely takes private orders, and does not produce pictures, but is very active on Weibo, with only a few fans A little less than Yan Yong.

Pickles are considered to be the painters who have the best relationship with Yan Yong. Although the two of them have no intersection in real life, they have a good friendship online. They have given each other as many as twenty pictures in three years, and the number even exceeds the total number of his serious productions in the past three years. quantity.Because of this, there was a period of time when fans fired their cp and they were about to be fired as official partners, so they had to pay for their licenses.If it wasn't for the two of them posting a blog together to clarify control of the field, the hot search for CP on Weibo must be because they didn't run away.

However, Pickle's personality is actually very different from Yan Yong's. He is a gentle and funny guy, and has a very good relationship with his fans. His fans are basically loyal, and there are very few passerby fans.Because of this, Yan Yong wanted to study his Weibo, see how he gets along with fans, and give himself some inspiration.

Poke into Xiancai Weibo, the first post on the top is a collection of links to fans' congratulatory pictures and articles forwarded by Xiancai, with more than [-] likes and comments.

——Thank you for your gifts, I like it very much. I can’t return gifts one by one, so I promise to release new pictures next week as a thank you!

Seeing this Weibo post, Yan Yong pouted.With this kid's procrastination, next week's event is estimated to be fulfilled next month.

Sure enough, when one clicked into the comments, Yan Yong saw a neat row of "I don't believe it". It is estimated that there are thousands of comments on this sentence, coupled with Weibo's unique [doge] expression, feeling happy Bursting.Yan Yong chuckled twice, and also left a "I don't believe it".

After leaving a message, he browsed through the Weibo posted by pickles in the past two months. They were basically daily, but there was one that he thought was good, which was a picture of the production of pickles a month and a half ago—a family portrait.

The Q version of the image of a pickle Internet villain stands in the middle, holding an altar of pickled pickles in his hand and looking proud.Surrounded by many lovely boys and girls, there is a large blank space behind him, which is his fans.The whole picture exudes a plain but warm atmosphere, and they stand together lively like a family taking a family portrait.

This is a [-]th anniversary gift from Pickle to fans.

Could he imitate this painting and send a similar gift to his fans?

Yan Yong looked at the phone screen but his eyes were empty, lost in thought.

Not long after, he suddenly jumped up like a carp, rushed out of bed and rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find the drawing board. After 10 minutes, he turned out the digital board from the corner of the drawer, as well as the matching pressure-sensitive pen.He thought he wouldn't use them again for a long time, but he didn't expect to use them again so soon. The routines of life are beyond the comprehension of assholes like him.

Holding the pen and not touching the painting tool for just a few days, Yan Yong felt slightly unfamiliar.The tip of the pen touched the board, but it didn't move for a long time. It wasn't that he didn't want to move, but that he didn't know what to draw.

Sure enough, the state still hasn't adjusted.

After a pause for a while, Yan Yong tried hard to recall the scene of painting in the past, and finally regained some feeling.Drawing out the thin lines in a strange way, he recalled the scene with Baiyue and the others and the fans' responses when they tweeted on Weibo. The slow movements gradually became smooth and brisk.For a while, he found the enthusiasm he had when he first entered this circle, and he also understood the reason for his exhaustion of inspiration.

In the past, he was too egotistical in painting. He painted what he liked, doing whatever he wanted, with rich ink and colorful colors. Although he attracted a large number of fans who were more or less independent in character by virtue of his strange and unique painting style, he still did not consider it. See what you can draw for others.Finding inspiration from one's own hobbies will definitely not last long. Trying to develop new hobbies from others, or even if it's just helping others realize what he likes, he probably won't be so tired.

This epiphany came really inexplicably.

The rustling of writing became the only sound in the room other than the air conditioner running. Yan Yong immersed himself in creation, and his long eyelashes cast a light shadow under his eyes.The breeze lifted the curtains and allowed the sunlight to flood into the room wantonly, depicting his silhouette delicately and beautifully.

Under the slender and strong fingers, a lovely sketch slowly emerged.

……

After working for more than two hours, the line draft was finally finished.Yan Yong casually put the board on the table, and stretched comfortably to stretch the sore muscles and bones.

"Ding dong~"

The Weibo prompt sounded just in time. He rubbed the back of his neck, picked up his phone and clicked on it. It was Aite from Erchef. Regarding the plagiarized color palette of a certain online article and the reposting of comments from a well-known vicious blogger, the Erchef probably was Habitual group Aite.

Yan Yong looked it over carefully, raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly, and just pressed the comment to make an emoticon and half a sentence, the doorbell rang, it should be a delivery.He got up and walked towards the door, probably because he was too excited. After all, he had been hungry for a long time, so he accidentally slipped his hand and sent out the unfinished comment.

——[doge] Everyone who plagiarizes is as smart as a mentally retarded person...

Yan Yong looked at the comments sent out with a sense of embarrassment, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

What a surprise...

But... Although there is only half a sentence and a doge expression, there seems to be nothing wrong with it, and the central idea has not deviated.Forget it, don’t delete it, that’s it.