After falling into the shadow's trap

Seeing the emoji sent by Lan Xingyue, Xi Heng was completely stunned.

Just now, Qi Yu shared an ad about Doudizhu leading Douzi. She was about to taunt the other party, but her phone got stuck and she didn't cut the chat box.

She quickly withdrew in a hurry, praying that the other party was busy with work, and she must not see her speak wild words.

However, this emoji ruthlessly pierced her delusion.

what to do! ! !I mistakenly sent the message to Lan Xingyue to QAQ.Xi Heng bit his finger and asked Qi Yu for help.

A questioning expression was sent across.

Xi Heng became even more frantic: Don't post this! ! !She also sent me a question mark emoji, woo woo!

Qi Yu looked very speechless: You are stupid, explain to her.

You do not understand.Giving her a disdainful look, Xi Heng turned around and switched back to the conversation with Lan Xingyue.

She carefully selected in the emoji column, and carefully returned an emoji package: Penguin bows.jpg.

There was no reply from the other side.

Xi Heng fell down on the bed sadly, held the lamb pillow in front of him, grabbed its ears and said to himself: "Do you think she saw my mocking Qi Yu, or did she not?"

"If you see ... ah, ah, so shameful!"

The more he thought about it, the more stupid he felt, Xi Heng threw the lamb away, and was so depressed that he slammed his head into the quilt, not wanting to come out.

Although she wanted to keep a distance from Lan Xingyue, it couldn't be because of such embarrassing things.

"Why are you looking so happy?" Xiao Tang saw Lan Xingyue laughing non-stop at the phone as soon as Xiao Tang came in, a little curious.

"A cuter kid than I imagined."

Without thinking too much, Xiao Tang shook his phone at her and said, "I just received a call from Sister Lin. Guess what happened?"

"Zhao Lian?" Lan Xingyue turned on Xiaoxiaole again, and she was about to break through the two thousand level, so she had to keep working hard.

Xiao Tang clicked his tongue, feeling extremely boring, and couldn't figure out why she could always guess right.

"Do you know what Zhao Lian wants to do?" Xiao Tang's expression and tone became weird together, "She actually went to the boss and said that she wanted Sister Lin to be her manager!"

Lan Xingyue let out a "huh" and was unmoved at all, with no expression on her face: "Sister Lin is so powerful, it's normal for her to have thoughts, it's not surprising."

Xiao Tang hated her indifferent attitude: "Not only did they buy you black hot search, but now they plan to rob your manager, and they will climb on top of you to show off your power in a short time, and you are still playing games here! "

"Sister Lin is not my manager alone," Lan Xingyue saw that she became more and more angry, stopped Xiao Xiaole's hand in a funny way, and comforted her, "Besides, Sister Lin will definitely not talk to her, don't worry. Well, even if Zhao Lian bought the company, it would be useless."

"I know, Sister Lin called me to tell you that she will solve Zhao Lian's matter this time." Xiao Tang calmed down a little, but he was still a little angry.

Seeing Xiao Tang's righteous indignation, Lan Xingyue shook her head helplessly.

Although Lin Yun is her manager, she has always been only interested in making famous artists who are not well-known. After she succeeded in making her popular, she seldom interferes in her affairs, and the two of them usually don't contact each other.

The attitude towards Zhao Lian was so tough this time, it must have been stepped on by some kind of thunder.

Lan Xingyue stopped thinking about it and continued to play her game.

With Lin Yun's help, the hot search incident passed quickly.

Everyone no longer insisted on Lan Xingyue's cold face towards Zhang Huajiang, but instead asked why she was in a bad mood.

Lying on the bed, Xi Heng casually clicked on a gossip post floating on the homepage of the forum, intending to read some gossip to make himself forget his troubles and relax.

In anonymous forums, there are always all kinds of people talking freely here.

Precisely because you hide behind nicknames that can be changed at any time, you don't have to worry about being easily discovered, so no matter good intentions or malicious intentions can be displayed here wantonly.

In addition to the messy rumor posts and clarification posts, there are mostly gossip posts with mixed truth and falsehood, which are also Xi Heng's favorite to pass the time.

Although some gossip posts are true and some are false, in fact there are many false ones and few true ones. Out of a hundred people who claim to be in the industry, eight or nine of them are true, which is already very good.

Xi Heng reads these posts when he is bored, mainly because he wants to feel how boundless human imagination can be, and to add a little fun to life.

She browsed casually as usual, and when she saw particularly outrageous ones, she would take screenshots and share them with Qi Yu.

It didn't take long before she saw Lan Xingyue's name.

The host of the post was discussing with others, what would make Lan Xingyue feel so bad that she didn't even care about the camera.

"I'm betting that her career is not going well."

"Go upstairs and save yourself, don't you know how popular Lan Xingyue is now? How could her career not go well? It's more reliable to say that she is emotionally frustrated."

"Even Lan Xingyue's career has been ridiculed, you altar pill."

"Speaking of which, Lan Xingyue has debuted for so long, has there been no scandal?"

It's good if there are no scandals, and when the time comes to refute the rumors, you will have to run around.Seeing this reply, Xi Heng pouted.

She couldn't help but reply: "After discussing for so long and haven't come to a conclusion? This year's netizens can't do it."

Someone at the bottom immediately scolded her: "You can say what you want."

Xi Heng dismissed such low-level provocations. Years of experience in surfing the Internet taught her not to engage in meaningless disputes with others.

Refresh again, and someone replied: "Is there any credibility to the official response on Weibo? I guess it has something to do with the actor."

So the discussion angle of this post has changed again.

"Zhang Huajiang? What kind of enmity can there be between him and Lan Xingyue? It must be counted as her brother-in-law."

"I feel the truth upstairs, and it probably has something to do with her sister."

"Truth +1"

"How long has her sister been dead..."

After swiping here, Xi Heng's expression faded, and he silently exited the post.

As long as Lan Xin is mentioned, Xi Heng will think of that night at the Lige Hotel.

For a while, it was Lan Xingyue leaning against her, slightly drunk, and for a while, Lan Xingyue was lying on the bed curled up, saying how she missed her.

Putting down the phone, Xi Heng turned his face to the sky outside the window in a daze.

I found Lan Xingyue's circle of friends this morning, and knew that she was filming in Ningcheng next door.

She paid close attention to the weather in Ningcheng with her hands. Just now, the system pushed a reminder that it was raining, and suggested that everyone should try not to go out.

Xi Heng never liked rainy days since she was a child, and it would be very inconvenient to go out to sketch.

Whether you carry the drawing board on your back or hold it in your arms, you will inevitably get wet.

Often when I go out, I am still a clean and refreshed person, but when I come back, my hair is messy, my clothes are soaked in rain, and my trousers are stained with mud.

Then my mother would be very unhappy and drive her to take a bath, take the dirty clothes to wash, and order her not to go out to draw.She always promises well on the surface, but she will still sneak out next time, and she will inevitably scold at her when she returns home.

The weather forecast says it will be cloudy today with occasional light rain.

Looking out from the small window of her room, the sky is gloomy, like a piece of cement that has not been applied evenly, divided into countless pieces by messy wires, and there are traces of white in the grayness.

Suddenly the wind picked up.

Xi Heng didn't close the window, so the air in the room circulated because of that small window.

It wasn't until the cold rain drifted into the room and fell on her face that she struggled to get up from the bed to close the window.

Standing in front of the window, she reached out to touch the invisible raindrops, wondering if they were blown by the wind from the next city.

The weather forecast was really unreliable. Seeing the original drizzle was getting heavier and heavier, and the raindrops made a rattling sound on the window, Xi Heng sat helplessly at the table with his drawing board in his arms.

There was no food left at home, and she originally wanted to go out to find something to eat, so she went to the supermarket to buy it.

It's all right now, let's just sit back and paint.

The only good news today may be that Sister Liang told her about the publication of the album in the morning.

Not counting the assorted drawing books I made with others in college, strictly speaking, this is Xi Heng's first self-published painting collection, which has a unique and great significance to her.

Holding the paintbrush, Xi Heng calmed down and began to prepare the postcards that will be presented after the album is published.

The strong wind pushes the dark clouds to walk slowly, the rain falls down with a splash, falls on the roof, hits the trees, and there may be a few dull thunders in the middle of the clouds.

Sitting in a small room, listening to the white noise of nature, with the brush in his hand moving nimbly on the board, Xi Heng's heart became extremely peaceful.

Whenever she picks up a paintbrush, it's like a different person.

When she was young, her parents asked her to learn some specialties and gave her many options.Xi Heng tried them one by one, thinking that dancing and stretching were too painful, practicing playing the piano was too boring, and practicing calligraphy was too boring.

Among so many options, only painting makes her feel relaxed and interesting.

Even after she started to learn plaster geometry, repeatedly practiced arranging lines, and constantly drew perspective and light and shade to find the feeling, she miraculously persisted in this repeated practice.

After immersing herself in the drawing of the small card, Xi Heng put down the pen and stretched, only to find that the rain outside had stopped at some point.

She casually grabbed the mobile phone aside, reported to Liang Ming that she had finished drawing her small card, and then habitually poked open the little red dot on Moments.

She has a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder, and she doesn't like to see the red dots on the mobile phone software, and she has to click them every time to feel comfortable.

She casually gave Qi Yuxiu a thumbs up for her affectionate post, and after she cut it out, she wanted to poke Lan Xingyue's head.

The falling fingers paused in the air, Xi Heng bit his lip.

Or just pretend that I haven't added her as a friend...

She put the phone on the table with a solemn expression, pressed the lock screen, and resigned herself to opening it after a while.

...Forget it, just take one look, one last look.

Apart from the news about filming in the morning, Lan Xingyue has no news.

As expected, after all, judging from the previous update frequency, she would only remember to post one in two or three days.

Xi Heng glanced at the solitary love he ordered for the other party in the morning, put away his phone and prepared to go out.

If she doesn't get something to eat, she will starve to death at home.