Paper lover

Horror titles are always easier to attract onlookers.

Many onlookers followed the title and clicked in to see a man sitting in a cafe seat, leaning forward, whispering to the air in front of him, and making various affectionate stroking movements.

Everyone was stunned.

This video was shot from behind, and what they could see was only half of the man's back, jaw and a little bridge of the nose.

No one saw the man's entire face and expression at the moment.

Don't use the face and expression of a man.

Just from the man's body movements, they can feel the man's devotion!

this video.

Sand sculpture at first glance.

Think hardcore.

There seems to be a little bit of terror in the hard core.

These complex emotions are both lingering in the hearts of the viewers and fully highlighted in the comment area below the video:

"Is it A Piao who was touched?"

"I was actually moved by watching it."

"Hahahahahahahahaha I don't know why I can't stop at all hahahahahahahaha!"

"The camera is exposed in the upper right corner of the video, and the phone case is exposed in the lower left corner of the video. It is speculated that the man is an up master. Although he is making movements against the air, special effects will still be applied later."

"I declare that this up has a full score in the performance test without physical objects."

"Knock on the blackboard, please communicate with the art practitioners in time with the body master and absorb him into your team."

"I only have one focus, and he's handsome."

"Handsome is just one word, no other adjectives are needed."

Where there is a hot spot, there is heat.

If there is heat, there will be people paying attention.

Later, it was tagged with #今日沙砖video#, transferred to the game group, and then seen by Suo Ren.

Suo Ren was shocked when he saw it.

This... is this not?

This... this shouldn't be right?

He kind of felt that the protagonist in the video looked like someone he knew, but he felt that it couldn't be the other person anyway.

Slightly frightened and dubious, he couldn't help zooming in on the video, watching it from beginning to end, watching it over and over again...

At the same time, the most popular video on Douyin for most of the day has also become completely popular.

All the Up masters imitated the man in the video, touching the air in front of them affectionately in various postures.

But after all, not everyone is a physical master.

Therefore, the videos released since then are no longer affectionate, no longer scary, and become even more sandy.

So #今日沙砖视频# became #今日沙砖事件#, which spread more widely among the crazy laughter of everyone.

It also led to Suo Yi, who finally made up his mind to go to the group, opened the group and saw...

Dan Dingziruo: "Have you watched the air sand sculpture video?"

Shi Lingling: "Did you watch it too?"

Between Fingers Rain and Rain: "Have you all watched that video?"

Liuwei Xiaoseng was very happy: "This time, Xiaoseng also knows what the video is!"

Suo Ren said with difficulty: "You all...then what do you think the truth is? Is it... him?"

Everyone was at a loss: "What is the truth, what is he, what are you talking about, Suo Ren?"

Lu Guo Fangcao passed by here, and silently sent a picture for Suo Ren.

Women who walk on the front line of gossip are always able to know all kinds of information in time and analyze the truth of the matter from it.

But today, she and Suo Ren reached a tacit agreement.

She also doesn't know if the man in the video is...

"I searched for him thousands of times in the crowd, and suddenly I looked back, but the man was in a dimly lit place." Si Buqun came late, and made his debut reciting poems, which was very classy, ​​"Isn't this your father-in-law?"

Immediately after the thoughtless sentences, Feng Yufeng and Dan Dingziruo also spoke separately.

"Yes, it must be the father-in-law."

"Look at that tall and straight back, look at that coquettish posture, look at that slightly exposed chin, this is the father-in-law, hahaha."

Suo Ren remained silent and passed the video directly.

Watching the video, everyone who was laughing a second ago stopped abruptly like a duck being strangled.

In the silence.

Suo Ren said quietly: "Yes, is he?"

There was silence again, and Suo Ren's writing was lonely and stubborn.

Until Shi Lingling's sentence broke the ice of silence: "Where did you find this one... I was looking at a little girl's version."

Dan Dingziruo: "What I saw was the version of a strong man."

The wind and rain between fingers: "What I saw was the female version."

Little monk with six flavors: "What the little monk sees is the monk's version."

Lu Guo Fang Cao still does good deeds and never falls behind: "This version is the source version of today's air video."

There was silence again.

Everyone in the group fell into the same panic as Suo Ren.

They invariably made the same move as Suo Ren, and they played the video back and forth.

Although……

but……

Anyway...

In the end, Suo Ren, who had already experienced a series of emotional fluctuations, spoke out first: "Actually, I think that although he looks like him, he is not very similar."

As soon as the sound came out, the group seemed to have found a weathervane, and they immediately echoed.

Egg calmly: "That's right, that kind of different fireworks like my father-in-law's, can anyone imitate them completely?"

The wind and rain between fingers: "It's not like."

Shi Lingling: "I don't think so."

Little Monk Liuwei: "Uh, actually, I think...there are always many similar people in the world."

Si Buqun stopped singing poems, and he resolutely stated: "Look at this beautiful body language, look at this powerful emotional exaggeration, and you know it, it can't be the father-in-law! If the father-in-law wants to have this acting skill, he just needs to make his debut. Why do you work so hard to write novels when you become popular every minute and make a lot of money?"

Seeing so many people collectively deny it, Suo Ren suddenly felt relieved.

He nodded and said, "Yes, definitely not."

then……

Another sentence was uttered.

It is Lu Guofangcao who has been wandering around the periphery of the discussion, but can often make a key shot.

Lu Guo Fangcao said quietly: "What if..."

silence.

Silence again.

Today's group is really a paradise of silence.

In the end, the monk came out and asked cautiously: "Well, benefactors, should we withdraw the statement above?"

The egg is calm: "It's been more than 2 minutes, and I can't withdraw."

The wind and rain between your fingers: "Swipe the screen and swipe up."

Lingling Tombs: "[All kinds of football-specific screenshots]"

Suo Ren: "[Special screenshots for various games]"

Si Buqun: "[Song of Everlasting Sorrow.jpg][Pipa Xing.jpg][Li Sao.jpg][Peacock Flies Southeast.jpg]"

The chat in the group broke up, but the crowd did not.

With complicated feelings in mind, they went to chat with Li Shuoxing privately, leaving messages one after another:

"Brother, we have to write slowly, and people have to live for a long time. Don't force yourself too much. When will you go on a trip to relax? Squeak, I will accompany you when I break the update!"

"Elder-in-law, I recently ate a delicious walnut. I bought a box for you. Remember to knock a small plate when you write."

"Ximu, this is my secret recipe for daily maintenance. I don't tell ordinary people casually. Just watch it, don't spread it."

……

Two hours later, at [-] o'clock in the middle of the night, Li Shuoxing, who had finally finished writing today's [-] words, logged into QQ, and the software froze for a moment due to various messages.

He opened them one by one, and got:

2 cans of fish oil.

A box of walnuts.

1 travel invitation.

1 secret recipe for maintenance.

Qualified for half a month of training with the domestic football team.

1 copy of the privilege of meeting and chatting with the host of a well-known online celebrity temple in China.

Li Shuoxing: "???"

Li Shuoxing was at a loss.

He was suddenly warmed up by others.

It was so hot that I was sweating.

***

At the same time, in the game.

Since Ximu left, Su Mingqian followed his usual habit of tidying up the house first, and then sitting down to read a book.

It usually takes one to two hours, and he can always read something.

But today is a little different.

Su Mingqian felt a hook around him, which kept hooking his attention.

Not in a brutal way.

It's itchy, light, the kind that teases you.

It is this feeling of indistinctness that makes people unable to resist...

Holding the journal, he couldn't resist the temptation of the hook before reading two lines, and glanced at the doll sitting next to him.

No, I'm still reading. I want to read the book first and then look at the dolls.

Su Mingqian quickly withdrew his gaze and continued to look at the journal.

But not two lines.

The hook hooked him again, and his gaze shifted again...

After going back and forth like this for three or five times, Su Mingqian gave up the entanglement. He admitted that he had failed, put down the book silently, and came to the West Wood Doll.He stared at the doll carefully for a moment, and after finding many features similar to Ximu on the doll, he suddenly raised his hand and poked the doll.

"Nishi..."

The doll did not speak.

Su Mingqian poked again.

"Nishimu Westwood Westwood."

The doll still didn't speak.

But its body fell backward slightly, as if Ximu was poked by himself.

The corner of Su Mingqian's mouth showed a smile.

He took this doll, wandered around the room, and entered the workshop again.

The door of the production workshop was closed tightly, and there were some noises from inside.

An hour later, Su Mingqian came out again, and the villain had brand new clothes on him.

Su Mingqian placed Xiao Ximu on the table.

He sat on the chair, admired Xiao Ximu, touched the other's little hands, touched the other's little feet, and then touched the other's little face.

Touching and feeling, Su Mingqian suddenly wanted to get more small clothes for Xiao Ximu.

Small clothes making workshops can be done, but I don't know what kind of clothes look good...

He was secretly a little sad, and said in a low voice:

"It would be nice to have the latest issues of fashion magazines."

Suddenly, there was a "ding--".

A mechanical beep sounded in the lounge.

"Journal refreshed."

Su Mingqian froze for a moment, got up and went to the self-service periodical rack in the lounge, and saw four books refreshed on the screen of the periodical rack, one of which was a fashion magazine.

He bought it.

but.

Su Mingqian said to himself: "With clothes for dolls, there should be some exclusive furniture, right? It would be great if there were magazines introducing furniture..."

After the words fell, the self-service periodical shelf was refreshed again, and another home magazine was released.

Su Mingqian stared at the shelf for a long time.

The corner of his mouth was pulled suddenly, it seemed to be a smile.

Then, he bought home magazines, and then returned to Westwood Doll with two magazines.

While reading magazines, while looking at dolls.

Although……

I feel like this is a bit embarrassing for Ximu.

But thinking about how Ximu often treats himself like this, I feel that there is nothing wrong with it.

It's just reciprocity.

and……

It's really fun.

***

The next morning, Li Shuoxing played the game.

As soon as he went online, he saw the system store flickering.

What's the matter, did you update something new?

Li Shuoxing looked puzzled and saw a new list suddenly appeared in the store. The name of the new list was Su Mingqian's Wish List.He checked the list and looked in.

Small clothes, small pants, small coat, small shoes, small table, small chair, small bed, small wardrobe——

All kinds of small and exquisite things for dolls.

Li Shuoxing was stunned.

I'm just offline for half a day, right?

Why did such a strange project pop up all of a sudden...

He turned on the system narration in doubt, wondering what happened yesterday.

See it at first sight.

【Su Mingqian unbuttons the Ximu doll's clothes and pants, and takes a look inside. 】

"..."

"..."

"..."

Li Shuoxing subconsciously glanced at himself.