When an actor meets a male god

Article 709, Lu Ran's painting is really ugly.

But when I looked into his eyes, looked at his flushed face, and looked a little annoyed, I suddenly wanted to ask him a question.

But he's so blunt...I'm afraid he won't answer me no matter what, right?

——Yan Changan

It seemed that it was difficult for Lu Ran to control his emotions in front of Yan Chang'an.

Excitedly, he took his first attempt and drew a portrait for more than an hour, but what he received was an ugly evaluation.

That kind of embarrassment, anger, anger, and subconsciousness, the feeling of sourness, grievance, and inadequacy that spread in the subconscious, in Lu Ran's place, was all mixed together by him, and transformed into pure childish hostility .

Don't know how to appreciate it?

I have worked hard without credit, right?

Walking around the room with the portrait in his hand, he obviously shook his face at Yan Changan, Lu Ran even imagined that the mean and hateful man must still be calm and breezy at this moment, saying Maybe I will enjoy the flowers on the balcony and look at the moon.

The more he thought about it, the angrier Lu Ran became.

He wished he could tear up the painting and throw it on the road, never to look at it again, but when he tried hard, Lu Ran couldn't help hesitating.

He glared fiercely at Yan Chang'an on the portrait, Lu Ran only thought it was his own art that was being ridiculed so harshly, but he never thought about why the old man on the square said that the painting was not good. Angry, he wasn't angry when he was complained by the group on Weibo, but Yan Chang'an just showed a somewhat disgusted expression, and he was so excited that he fidgeted, and even wanted to rush out to fight him to the death.

In other words, Lu Ran was not angry.

Instead, he didn't know how to face Yan Chang'an's disgust, so he allowed this embarrassment and inferiority to turn into undisguised anger and childishness.

At this time, Lu Ran hadn't noticed yet. It seemed that over the years, most of the time, he was sunny, cheerful and informal, but facing Yan Chang'an, he seemed to be a different person, becoming easily irritated, easily angry, and easily irritated. Angry.

Obviously, Lu Ran knew Yan Changan was such a mean man very early on.

His fingers paused on the phone screen, and he repeatedly clicked on it four or five times and looked at the big yellow v certified by Sina Weibo, before he was sure that it was Yan Changan, not some other messy copycat version.

Yan Chang'an: The drawing is quite similar, but my eyes are not that big, remember to draw smaller next time, be good. //Lu Lu Lu Lu Ran: Please call me Picasso Lu Ran?I think my paintings are so resembling, so artistic and so good. I don’t need to say that everyone knows who I draw, hahahaha?

Looking at this Weibo, Lu Ran became more and more depressed.

As if the breath was stuck in his chest and he couldn't spit it out or swallow it, the man held the phone tightly, raised his head and snorted, Damn, do you think I can stop being angry if you praise me now?

I don't think about it!

While muttering and cursing Yan Chang'an in the room, the corner of Lu Ran's mouth opened into a brilliant smile that he didn't even notice.

Under Yan Changan's Weibo, during this period of time, more than [-] comments quickly appeared.

Onlooker No. [-] Goddess: The truth... It turns out that the protagonist of one of the big suspenseful abstract paintings on Weibo today is the Goddess Yan. The amount of information is a bit large, so I have to sort it out first.

Onlooker male god No. [-]: Lu Ran is a scheming whore, my male god is so hot and handsome, he painted him like an alien!

Onlooker Goddess No. [-]: Such a domineering admission, such a doting tone... I couldn't help imagining the image of Yan Nanshen patting Tubielu on the head and saying warmly that everyone in Shanghai knew that I was contracted by you !

Onlooker God No. [-]: There is adultery!

Onlookers Goddess No. [-]: Absolutely adulterous!

Onlooker Goddess No. [-]: The Goddess only posted four Weibo posts in the past two years, with a total of no more than fifty characters.Six Weibo posts were posted this month, each of which was related to Lu Ran!what i found!

Onlooker Goddess No. [-]: The truth upstairs, see you on the rooftop, I'm going to cry for a while now.

Onlookers male god No. [-]: Tubielu go away!The painting is so ugly, put the male god and let me do it!

Onlooker Goddess No. [-]: Goddess, I can do housework, do man-han feasts, clean up the room, and the most important thing is that I can draw, which is comparable to the one that restores the authenticity of photos. No Lu Ran, shall we be together?

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Silently scrolling through the comments on Yan Chang'an's Weibo, Lu Ran's face became more and more unsightly. The man poked at the screen of the phone, each and every one of them, either complained about my ugly painting or begged Yan Chang'an Don't mess with me.

Is labor and capital the kind of people who engage in basics?Lu Ran was very angry.

A group of ignorant human beings, Lu Ran shook his head and sighed with compassion, and ignored you!

Said that Lu Ran pressed his fingers on the screen of the phone, the comment was successful, and the forwarding was successful.

Lu Lu Lu Lu Ran: There is no next time, hum! //Yan Chang'an: The drawing is pretty similar, but my eyes are not that big, next time I draw smaller, good boy. //Lu Lu Lu Lu Ran: Please call me Picasso Lu Ran?I think my paintings are so resembling, so artistic and so good. I don’t need to say that everyone knows who I draw, hahahaha?

Seeing that the sending was successful, Lu Ran felt at ease physically and mentally. Holding the phone in one hand and the portrait in the other, he suddenly lay back, lying on the bed in a large font.Stretched a big lazy waist.

Ding--

Yan Changan replied quickly.

Yan Changan: I was wrong. //Lu Lu Lu Lu Ran: There is no next time, hum! //Yan Chang'an: The drawing is pretty similar, but my eyes are not that big, next time I draw smaller, good boy. //Lu Lu Lu Lu Ran: Please call me Picasso Lu Ran?I think my paintings are so resembling, so artistic and so good. I don’t need to say that everyone knows who I draw, hahahaha?

For those three simple words, Lu Ran gave a sudden pause.

Looking at the phone screen, the smile on the corner of his mouth rippled like ripples, and he couldn't help smiling.

snort!

But am I such a coaxable person?

Lu Ran raised his head, indicating that he is a very arrogant and cold man, I won't just laugh it off if you hurt me!

When he picked up his phone and was about to reply, there was a knock on the door.

Slowly turning the doorknob, Yan Changan came in with vanilla ice cream drizzled with chocolate.

Looking at the man lying sprawled on the bed looking at the mobile phone and giggling, he paused slightly, raised his eyebrows, realized what he was looking at, and slowly raised the corners of his mouth, put the ice cream on the table, and held his arms condescendingly Looking at Lu Ran.

Bounced up from the bed suddenly, and stuffed the phone under the quilt with lightning speed, Lu Ran coughed and adjusted his facial expression, "Damn it, you can't laugh, I'm still angry!"

As a result, some facial expressions that were too late to adjust showed a stiff and distorted expression, and Lu Ran stared at Yan Changan, "What are you doing? Who let you in?"

Pointing to the ice cream on the table, "The Irish aunt who had dinner at night brought it over. She said it was delicious. I thought you would like it, so I brought it to you."

After a pause, Yan Changan raised his eyebrows and chuckled, "Also... I knocked on the door before I came in."

The implication is that Lu Ran was so happy and absorbed in watching Weibo that he didn't hear himself knocking on the door at all.

"..." What you said made sense, but I was speechless.

"By the way, what about the painting you just showed me?" Yan Changan asked suddenly without warning.

With a snort, Lu Ran raised his head and took out the portrait on the bedside, and paused in front of Yan Changan for a moment. Just as he was about to put it away, Yan Changan stretched out his hand and took the portrait.

The man was tall and had long legs, so he moved very quickly. Before Lu Ran could react, the portrait was already in Yan Changan's hand.

His eyes stayed on the portrait, looking at the chaotic coloring and rough lines on it, Yan Changan's eyes somehow became gentler.

However, the careless Lu Ran didn't notice this change at all. At this moment, the man's attention was entangled in how to get the painting back from Yan Chang'an's hands.

Seeing his earnest face as if he was studying his own painting, his face was a little feverish, and he stared at Yan Chang'an with a rough voice.

"Give it back to me! You fag-"

Lifting the portrait in his hand, Yan Changan put it into his coat calmly and calmly, turned around and prepared to leave Lu Ran's room.

When he reached the door and touched the doorknob, the man paused slightly and turned his head to look at Lu Ran.

"Good job, don't be angry. Good night."

Until Yan Chang'an's back completely disappeared from Lu Ran's sight, the man still couldn't react.

As if he had a fever, his face flushed red, and he stood in the room at a loss, only to recover after a long pause.

Glaring fiercely at Yan Changan's back, he stammered and shouted, "Damn it, labor and management are so easy to get angry, and...you mean gay...the apology doesn't have any sincerity ..."

As if venting his anger, he picked up the ice cream sent by Yan Changan and put it in his mouth. The ice cream was sweet, mixed with the flavor of vanilla, and instantly cooled his heart, as if to soothe the anxiety in Lu Ran's heart.

In the room, no one noticed, not even Lu Ran. The originally depressed and aggrieved mood seemed to become calm and comfortable with the ice cream.

Lu Ran enjoyed eating here, but completely ignored those jokers on Weibo who stayed in the middle of the night and had no sex life.

Yan Chang'an actually forwarded Lu Ran's Weibo again, and said I was wrong?

Sightseeing Group No. [-]: God please clarify the truth, are you really just good friends and not together? !

Sightseeing group No. [-]: This pink one is bubbling with pampering, please be nice to Lu Ran, male god!

Sightseeing group No. [-]: Yingyingying, Tubielu Huahua is so ugly, the male god can still say yes without changing his face, and finally apologized and said that I was wrong, and the loyal dog Gong is unquestionable.

Sightseeing Group No. [-]: Please let me, the Sherlock Holmes dog, restore the truth of the matter.Lu Ran drew a portrait of Yan Nanshen, but it was too ugly. Yan Nanshen might have complained about it, so Tubielu posted on Weibo to ask for support. Who knows that there are more people complaining on Weibo.Yan Nanshen felt sorry for Tubielu, so he forwarded Weibo to apologize and said that I was wrong.I don't want to say anything, let's be together, let's be together!

Sightseeing Group No. [-]: Fancy Dog Abuse, Goodbye!

Sightseeing Group No. [-]: All the good men in this world are having sex, what should we women do? !Gay bad review!

Sightseeing Group No. [-]: Loyal Dog Attacks, Tsundere Fried Hair Shou!

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Naturally, Lu Ran had no time to worry about these comments on the Internet. He had already eaten and drank enough, and slept soundly with a happy smile.

A night without dreams.

Ireland is a rainy country. When they came yesterday, it rained for a while, and the air was fresh with a little moisture.

And today, is a rare cloudless sunny day.

Lu Ran woke up and opened his eyes. Before he fully woke up, the warm sunshine was shining on his face. It was so clean and comfortable that it made people feel lazy all over.

Stretched his waist and hastily put on his coat, he smelled the smell of food before he left the room after washing. He smiled and patted his stomach, and Lu Ran lowered his head and muttered praises to Yan Changan.

Tsk tsk tsk, the service is very good, and you know how to make breakfast, so I can barely praise you.

Walking down the stairs with a click, the retro dining table in the living room is indeed neatly served with a breakfast featuring Irish living alone.

Just as Lu Ran opened his mouth to speak, he heard another sunny and bright male voice that did not belong to Yan Changan come from behind.

"Hey, are you the Lu Ran Brother Chang'an said?"