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Originally, Yue Shaojun just wanted to see that face, but at this moment, he was more interested in Xuan Hongxi's live broadcast content.

Because this fake is not only similar in appearance, but also has a little bit of similarity in hobbies, such as making handwork.

Few people know that one of the consul's hobbies is actually making various things by himself. When the two of them were free and free, Xuan Hongxi was doing handicrafts, and he watched quietly from the side.

Although this was just a live broadcast, because of the location of the live broadcast, Xuan Hongxi's flawless side face happened to be on the screen.

Looking at this familiar angle, Yue Shaojun seemed to have returned to that summer in a daze.

At that time, the two of them were still a couple that everyone admired. If so many things hadn't happened...

Yue Shaojun quickly regained consciousness when he thought of this, he squeezed his forehead, and told himself again: No matter how much he looks like him.

It's just...he wondered if it was because of the same genes that Xuan Hongxi not only looked alike, but also had a similar voice, and even a similar tone.

Yue Shaojun was in a trance just now, and when he came back to his senses, Xuan Hongxi had already begun to explain the differences between the different pitches of the bamboo flute.

Xuan Hongxi taught him this thing back then. Yue Shaojun was not particularly interested in music, but he was obsessed with Xuan Hongxi's tone of voice when he patiently explained it to him.

Yue Shaojun stopped the hand that wanted to turn off the virtual screen, and just quietly watched Xuan Hongxi finish making the bamboo flute little by little.

Looking at it, Yue Shaojun suddenly thought that it was not so similar.

At least Xuan Hongxi didn't have to work as hard as this fake when he cut and punched the bamboo.

But at the same time, Xuan Hongxi's expression of frowning due to effort like this fake rarely appears on Xuan Hongxi's body.

Because he is the consul, he must keep calm at all times. If even he looks embarrassed when encountering difficulties, the people below will be even more panicked.

Yue Shaojun suddenly felt that it would be interesting to just look at these expressions that had never appeared on his Axi's face.

In fact, not only Yue Shaojun, but even Xuan Hongxi did not do it smoothly.

Although there seemed to be no problem on the live broadcast, he had already exerted so much force that his fingertips turned white, and even his arms gradually felt weak.

Fortunately, it was just a small bamboo flute. He originally wanted to play a song after finishing the work, but by the time he was done, the duration of his live broadcast was about the same, and it was time to eat, so he had no choice but to change the original plan. Move it to the next day.

Anyway, he didn't have any plans for the live broadcast, he just did whatever he wanted, whatever came to his mind.

When Yue Shaojun heard that he was going to tune the bamboo flute and play it by the way the next day, he could not help but click attention.

After ordering, he regretted it a little. Fortunately, the names of the followers would not appear on the live broadcast software, but the increase in the number of followers would only be displayed there.

After Xuan Hongxi said that he was going to take a bath, he downloaded the broadcast.

The moment Yue Shaojun heard the word "take a bath", he didn't know what Yue Shaojun thought of, and his breath became short of breath for a moment.

But it was also a short period of time, but even this was unbelievable to Yue Shaojun, whose heart was as calm as water for nearly a hundred years.

He sat there in a daze for a moment, then stood up and went to the basement medical room.

The consul, who everyone thought was dead, was lying quietly on the bed at this moment, as if he was just asleep.

Yue Shaojun came over and looked down at the familiar face, and compared it with the eloquent, walking and moving fake just now, he couldn't help muttering: "It's still different."

The fake has a very strange temperament, it is very calm when sitting there, and its eyes are relatively calm most of the time, but when he talks and does things, he can see the youth of his age from him.

The composure of the fake is very similar to that of Xuan Hongxi, but Yue Shaojun has never seen that kind of vitality in his lover.

After all, when the two of them met, Xuan Hongxi was already a young and promising general in the army. He needed to lead by example, and he couldn't do whatever he wanted like a student.

Yue Shaojun lowered his head and kissed his sleeping lover's lips, and said in a low voice: "Is he specially sent by you to seduce me and test me?"

It doesn't matter if the genes are the same, other places are also very similar, sometimes Yue Shaojun feels that he can't control it.

It's as if he only watched the live broadcast once while thinking about it, and didn't watch it next time, but turned around and followed it.

For a moment, Yue Shaojun himself felt conflicted, he still wanted to watch it, but he didn't want to.

In the past 100 years, he has become accustomed to closing his heart.

As a result, because of a live broadcast, Yue Shaojun stayed in the medical room without sleep all night, as if he had really encountered something embarrassing.

Of course Xuan Hongxi didn't know about Yue Shaojun's embarrassment, even if he knew, he wouldn't take it to heart.

The effect of today's live broadcast is not bad, everyone is very enthusiastic, at least from the point of view of the money, it seems that he can go further in the field of handwork!

Then when he came out of the bathroom, he saw a buzzing plate flying over: Your Excellency, you now have 3521 letters and 5487 comments, do you need to check them? ⊙(◇)?

Xuan Hongxi was taken aback for a moment, his heart skipped a beat, and then he made some mental preparations before asking: "You filter it first, and see why there are so many letters and comments suddenly."

Checked it out one by one, and quickly replied: Qiao Wenrui uploaded the video you just broadcast to the Internet, which attracted the attention of the Galaxy Art School. Among them, Yuan Xiang, a senior master who has been studying orchestral music, directly forwarded it to Weibo, saying that this is the reappearance of the ancient flute , and leave a message asking if you have time to take that flute back to school tomorrow.

Xuan Hongxi was stunned after hearing this, and he asked in a daze, "Is it because of this?"

A plate: Yes, Master Yuan Xiang is very famous.

Of course Xuan Hongxi knew that Yuan Xiang was very famous, and he had paid attention to him when he first learned about Xinghe Art School.

It is said that this person's temper is very, very, very straightforward, well, he used three verys in a row, which is really hard for ordinary people to achieve.

Perhaps the temperament of the artist is different, anyway, this person is as innocent as a child in a sentence on the Internet.

Xuan Hongxi felt that this might be a tribute to the master, so everyone beautified it when they commented, and Xuan Hongxi translated it from his own understanding: it is as unreasonable as a child.

Yes, children have their own logic. If you think he is unreasonable, he still thinks you are unreasonable.

This master may also have his own logic, but because his musical attainments are too high, even if he has a bad temper, everyone will bear it.

Fortunately, this person usually speaks a little bluntly and doesn't care about other people's moods. Everything else is fine, except for music-related topics.

If it comes to music-related topics, this guy will become very strict.

Xuan Hongxi really wanted to communicate with the music masters of this era, but his status prevented him from getting in touch with these masters.

Now at last one wanted to see him, and after the initial surprise he happily agreed.

He first asked Yipan to reply to the master's comments, and then sent a letter saying that he was very honored to be favored by the master.

The master's reply on the Internet may be helped by artificial intelligence, and he seems to be quite old-fashioned. He said: There must be something special about the person who can restore the ancient flute. It's not very good, so I want to discuss it with children and so on.

Anyway, this reply is in line with many people's imagination of a master who is both virtuous and artistic.

However, the old man should have replied to the private letter by himself, and he just said a word: If you make a big splash, I can't spare you.

Xuan Hongxi: ...

He looked at the comparison of replies from both sides, and couldn't laugh or cry for a while.

However, he also believes that the master watched his video and replied after confirming that there should be no problem with the production method, otherwise it would be impossible to invite him directly.

Xuan Hongxi had no choice but to let Yipan reply, he was afraid that his reply would bring out his previous habits.

After all, when he encountered this kind of thorn in the past, he was a little expert in yin and yang, who could make the other party speechless and couldn't pick out the thorn.

Then he posted an announcement on both the social software and the live broadcast platform, saying that he was going to communicate with the master tomorrow, because it was a once-in-a-lifetime learning opportunity and he didn't want to miss it, so he could only regret the one-day live broadcast.

After his announcement was made, a series of people below said: We can live broadcast together!

After Xuan Hongxi saw it, he thought to himself, I'm afraid your filter is broken.

Yes, even if everyone knows that Master Yuan Xiang has a bad temper, most people just think that he speaks more bluntly. Live accident.

Xuan Hongxi simply ignored such a request, and just as he was about to take a bath, he received a call from Qiao Wenrui.

Qiao Wenrui was very excited on the phone and repeatedly praised: "Axi, you are so capable!"

Xuan Hongxi was in a daze for a moment because of this Axi, he hadn't heard anyone call him that for a long time.

He coughed lightly and said, "Calm down, don't be so excited."

"That's Master Yuan Xiang, Master Yuan!"

Qiao Wenrui obviously couldn't control himself.

Xuan Hongxi was a little puzzled: "I didn't even know you were still a fan of Master Yuan Xiang."

Qiao Wenrui took a deep breath and said, "It's not considered a fan. Anyway, it seems that fans are a bit insulting to Master Yuan. Anyway...as long as you are doing music-related work, there is no way not to worship Master Yuan. You don't know, Master Yuan has recovered. He restored many musical instruments, including the piano, the violin, etc. It is said that his family used to be a musical family, and in order to preserve these materials, only Master Yuan’s great-grandfather was left in the family.”

After hearing this, Xuan Hongxi couldn't help but be in awe. Although art may be useless in the eyes of many people, and it is the first thing to abandon in the event of a major disaster, but in Xuan Hongxi's view, this is not the case. Those who go to great lengths to preserve the human fire are worthy of respect.

Focusing on this point, Xuan Hongxi decided that no matter how straightforward Master Yuan's words were, he would bear it tomorrow. Anyway, it's not like he hasn't encountered such a person before.

Everyone thinks that the consul is equivalent to the king of mankind, and everyone should listen to him, but who knows that he is suffering with a bunch of problem children.

Xuan Hongxi seemed a little absent-minded when thinking about this, while Qiao Wenrui was still yelling: "I think you'd better live broadcast tomorrow, this is a good opportunity for you!"

Xuan Hongxi said: "You are really not afraid that I will be kicked out by Master Yuan."

Qiao Wenrui laughed and said, "You're wrong, Master Yuan actually needs a place where he can convey his voice."

Xuan Hongxi: "Huh? Doesn't he have social software?"

Qiao Wenrui said: "That account was rarely in his hands. Today you are really lucky. Of course, it is also possible that he watched the video and snatched the account from someone else."

Xuan Hongxi looked at the message Yuan Xiang replied to him and felt that he understood the person who kept his account.

He said: "You don't want to tell me that he wants to convey his voice through me? Can you stop calling him so pitiful?"

"What a pity, Master Yuan doesn't like ordinary people! Master Yuan didn't come out because he couldn't find a suitable talent!" Qiao Wenrui immediately jumped to explain as if he heard the fan of his beloved idol being slandered.

Xuan Hongxi laughed: "He has looked down on so many outstanding musicians for so many years, so why did he fall in love with me?"

"Because you are also restoring ancient musical instruments. Hey, it's a pity that it's too urgent. If you know a lot about classical music, maybe Master Yuan will be more happy."

Xuan Hongxi felt that he understood Master Yuan's meaning. He thought for a while and said, "I really have researched classical music, okay, I know what you mean. As for the live broadcast... I will ask for it in person tomorrow. If Master Yuan agrees , then broadcast live."

He doesn't care, why is the live broadcast not a live broadcast? In Qiao Wenrui's words, it will make him more popular.

But he has a different idea from Qiao Wenrui, he wants to be popular because he wants to run away, and Qiao Wenrui can't let Qiao Wenrui know this.

On the second day, it was rare for Xuan Hongxi to put on a formal suit. After thinking about it, he turned on the live broadcast before leaving.

When he turned on the live broadcast, Yue Shaojun immediately received a reminder of the start of the broadcast, so he clicked in without hesitation, and at a glance he saw Xuan Hongxi, who was very formally dressed.

For a moment, he seemed to have returned to 100 years ago.

Yue Shaojun looked at the person on the virtual screen almost greedily, and even wanted to reach out and touch him.

However, what he reached out and touched could only be air.

Just like the images of Xuan Hongxi he preserved, that person obviously looks so real and vivid, but he can never touch it.

Thinking of this, Yue Shaojun stood up almost uncontrollably, he wanted to go over and touch that person.

Typhoon, who was playing with his tail in his mouth, was taken aback by Yue Shaojun getting up without warning, really jumping.

It looked at Yue Shaojun carefully, and found that Yue Shaojun's ice-blue eyes, which were always sharp at all times, looked a little fragile at this moment, as if they were covered with a layer of fog.

Typhoon felt that he might have misunderstood his cognition due to running too many programs, but Yue Shaojun, how could he be vulnerable?

It flicked its tail a little uneasy and asked cautiously: "Master?"

Yue Shaojun came back to his senses and turned to look at the typhoon.

Typhoon licked his mouth and whimpered and asked, "Master, are you going to see the consul? Shall I open the door for you?"

After so many years of experience in Typhoon, if Yue Shaojun behaves strangely, it must be related to the consul, as long as he is sent to see the consul.

In the past, every time he mentioned it, Yue Shaojun would quickly recover and agree, and then he would accompany the consul underground for a night or longer.

It's just that today Yue Shaojun didn't agree immediately as before, instead he sat down with a little dejection and said, "Not for now."

In the moment just now, Yue Shaojun felt a little guilty.

It seemed that he who was attracted by the vivid figure had betrayed Xuan Hongxi.

However, he still couldn't help looking at the virtual screen.

The fake he thought above was happily saying: "Good morning everyone, I'm going to find Master Yuan now, because I'm meeting at the school, and I can show you the current situation of the school, but, with Yuan After the meeting with the masters, there will be no live broadcast."

Yue Shaojun sat there watching quietly, and he suddenly remembered that when Xuan Hongxi passed by the art school inside the barrier, he would stop for a while and watch the students quietly.

Occasionally, Xuan Hongxi also said that he was envious of them being able to do whatever they wanted freely.

But most of the time Xuan Hongxi would not say these words, envying such emotions is useless to him, hobbies and ideals are even more tasteless.

If Xuan Hongxi really had the right to choose, maybe he would live a relaxed and happy life like the person on the screen.

For a moment, he suddenly felt that since this fake had the same genes as Xuan Hongxi, it was not impossible to regard him as a virtual Xuan Hongxi.

Thinking like this, Yue Shaojun quietly watched Xuan Hongxi's live broadcast.

Xuan Hongxi had no idea that Yue Shaojun was still watching his live broadcast. Speaking of which, this was the first time he had seen the staff area of ​​Galaxy College.

The original owner may have seen it before, but he didn't remember it, so he saw everything fresh, and it was very hard to keep everything normal in front of the camera.

He performed almost flawlessly, but Yue Shaojun frowned more and more.

Xuan Hongxi has always had a small problem. When he is nervous, he can't tell it immediately, but he will subconsciously pinch his sleeve.

Even if he quickly realizes that he's forcing himself to let go, it won't be long before he does it again.

The appearance of this fake is almost exactly the same as that of Xuan Hongxi back then.

Yue Shaojun began to wonder whether Xuan Hongxi had received professional training, and whether the Melas people had trained him like this on purpose.

He took another look at the information on the counterfeit, which showed that his parents had died young on business, and the company would not give it to him until he was an adult in order to withhold the money. After all, it was too difficult for an orphan to live in this world.

There are no other relatives in their family, but the amazing thing is that he actually grew up eating a hundred meals.

After he became an adult, that part of the money came into his hands, which gave him the opportunity to go to college.

This information is very detailed, down to a teenager who stole a bun next door in order to survive.

During the whole process, there was nothing suspicious, and even the child had never been out of the gathering place, nor had he been in contact with anyone whose identity was lost.

Yue Shaojun frowned and turned off the data to observe the fake again, but when he looked up, he found that the screen was black—Xuan Hongxi turned off the live broadcast.

At this time, Master Yuan Xiang looked at Xuan Hongxi, put on a very kind look and said with a smile, "I know what you're doing recently... Live broadcast, it's good to be able to promote classical music, don't worry about anything."

But your old man's smile is not natural at all.

Xuan Hongxi had no choice but to say: "Let's record the broadcast, so that we don't have to be distracted to watch the audience's reaction during the live broadcast. After all, it doesn't seem good to have no interaction at all."

Yuan Xiang looked at the camera that had been set up next to him, and nodded with satisfaction: "You're pretty well prepared, but, young man, don't be indulging in the luxury of the entertainment industry. You have talent, so don't let it bury you."

Xuan Hongxi said seriously, "Thank you, Mr. Yuan, for your teaching."

Yuan Xiang nodded in satisfaction and asked, "Did you bring the things?"

Xuan Hongxi immediately obtained a box from Qiao Wenrui who was next to him, and inside it was the bamboo flute that he carefully polished and corrected last night.

In fact, this was done in a hurry and it was not perfect. A bamboo flute requires a lot of processes. He had just finished a prototype after live broadcasting for a long time yesterday, and he was able to play the sound.

Xuan Hongxi also seriously explained the problem of intonation, Yuan Xiang waved his hand and said, "I know, don't bother me."

Xuan Hongxi: ...

After knowing that it was not a live broadcast, the master did not hide it anymore, he really did whatever he wanted.

Fortunately, Xuan Hongxi didn't feel embarrassed, so he ran to the side to look at the master's collection.

Originally, he went there with great admiration, but when he saw books such as "Space Fantasy" and "Existence in the Star Sea", he doubted life.

He carefully read it several times and found that there were no books about music on it.

Although I know that the truly precious books will not be placed here, at least I should buy some related books to pretend.

When Xuan Hongxi was speechless here, he suddenly heard the sound of the air leaking flute, and the ear-piercing sound of the air leaking on the other side was simply unbelievable.

As soon as Xuan Hongxi turned his head, he saw Yuan Xiang playing there like a child with a toy. Xuan Hongxi hurried over and said in a low voice, "Master Yuan, this one hasn't got the membrane on yet."

Yuan Xiang grasped the key point keenly: "Dimo? You mean that the wooden flute makes its sound through the vibration of the Dimo?"

After finishing speaking, he didn't care whether Xuan Hongxi answered or not, and said thoughtfully, "No wonder so many people failed to recover before."

Xuan Hongxi was a little surprised: "Didn't everyone think that a flute needs a membrane?"

Yuan Xiang said: "Someone suggested that there is an extra hole in the ancient flute, which should have a special purpose, but after a long time of experimentation, no method was found, and everyone did not continue to study it afterwards."

Of course, it's not that no one studies it, but it's just that the results have not been produced for a long time, and there are really very few people who can persevere.

Xuan Hongxi asked curiously, "What methods have you all tried?"

Yuan Xiang turned to a young man with a popular face and said, "Bring me the notebook in my drawer."

The young man with a popular face nodded, and took back a notebook after a while. Xuan Hongxi took it and opened it under Yuan Xiang's signal.

It can be seen that this notebook has been around for a certain period of time. The font on it is very clear, and it records the experience of the owner of the notebook bit by bit.

This man is very exploratory, and he embarked on the road of restoring musical instruments just relying on some plausible narration of the old man in the family. No one in his family had done any research on music before. The old man in the family only knew that the flute is a root pipe. How many holes are not clear!

The owner of the notebook groped a little bit to find various materials. Because of the age and the fact that there are not many materials preserved, he managed to restore the original appearance of the bamboo flute after eliminating many incorrect materials.

However, such a bamboo flute is only in shape, he can't make a sound!

This guy was also smart enough to think that the hole might be of some use, but it's probably because those who can study music these days are rich people, otherwise they can't support them to study these things.

So this guy tried all the methods including but not limited to gold foil, silver foil and even some chemical materials.

It's not that these things didn't make a sound, but the sound that came out was far from the legend.

Seeing this, Xuan Hongxi was a little dumbfounded, what is this?Has money stopped them in their tracks?

The content in the notebook is not too much, and Xuan Hongxi read it quickly. After reading it, he handed the notebook to the young man with a popular face. After seeing it, Yuan Xiang asked, "What do you think?"

Xuan Hongxi said seriously: "The things he used are too...too expensive, but they are not suitable."

Yuan Xiang asked, "What do you think is suitable?"

Xuan Hongxi turned his head and took out some extremely thin reed membranes from the box where the bamboo flute had just been placed.

It should have been glued with garlic juice, but considering the smell of garlic juice, Xuan Hongxi still chose water-based glue.

After sticking it, Xuan Hongxi took it over to overcome the psychological barrier, and simply played a piece of music written by Yuan Xiang himself.

Although there are some pitch problems, it is clearly a success.

This is very common to Xuan Hongxi, even he himself is a little dissatisfied, because the bamboo flute is too rough.

After all, if this body has not been trained, it will not be able to control the strength very well. It is really a thousand miles away to make this kind of musical instrument.

But for Yuan Xiang, it was simply a witness to history!

He said excitedly, "Okay, okay!"

As he spoke, he burst into tears.

Xuan Hongxi was taken aback by him, and quickly handed the bamboo flute to Yuan Xiang.

After a day of tossing around, at night, Xuan Hongxi even had a meal with Yuan Xiang, and then Yuan Xiang shook his hand and said, "Next week, no, you will start tomorrow." If you come to teach, just... just open a bamboo flute major."

Xuan Hongxi was taken aback by him and asked in shock, "What?"

"Teach! You are the only one who can play the bamboo flute. If you don't come, who will?"

Xuan Hongxi was a little dazed at first, then came back to his senses and said, "I... am not suitable?"

In comparison, being a teacher at a conservatory is definitely more attractive to him than being a celebrity, but Yuan Xiang is saying that he thinks it's not good to open a major alone.

What's more, it's the middle of the semester, so what's the point of starting a major?

Yuan Xiang stared: "Why is it inappropriate?"

The popular-faced young man next to him had been silent at first, but at this moment he might not be able to bear it anymore, and whispered something in Yuan Xiang's ear.

I don't know who this person is, but Yuan Xiang seems to be quite listening to him. After listening to him, she nodded and said seriously: "That's the truth, then... let's take a single class first."

Xuan Hongxi coughed lightly and said, "The semester is half over..."

Adding a class in the middle of the semester, the students are afraid that they want to die, right?

When the time comes, the first thing to scold is the school, and the second is to scold the teacher, and Xuan Hongxi himself is not ready to be a teacher!

Yuan Xiang was obviously a little unhappy. This old man was like a child. When he saw a toy he liked, he wanted to share it to show off. Of course, he might still have a heart to inherit ancient culture in his heart.

Xuan Hongxi also coaxed him like a child, not to mention that this trick was quite useful, although Yuan Xiang was still very unhappy about the long-term discussion of this matter, fortunately he could still listen to the persuasion.

In the end, Xuan Hongxi changed the topic directly, and Yuan Xiang suddenly remembered the previous question: "What is this film made of?"

Xuan Hongxi said honestly, "Reed skin."

Yuan Xiang:? ? ? ? ?

He knew what a reed was, it was a herbaceous plant that could be seen everywhere and grew more than ten meters long.

I heard that this kind of plant was more than eight meters tall before the cataclysm, and it swelled even more after the cataclysm.

However, compared to other mutant animals and plants, reeds are not aggressive and are very useful, so humans have raised a lot of them, but Yuan Xiang never expected that the flute membranes were made of this kind of thing!

Yuan Xiang looked at Xuan Hongxi strangely: "How did you find out?"

Xuan Hongxi said without batting an eye: "I once went to a paper mill with my parents and saw the raw material of reed, so I had a whim to try it."

Yuan Xiang didn't ask further, he specialized in the restoration of ancient musical instruments, and he knew very well that sometimes it was just a flash of inspiration, and there was no logic at all.

After he discussed with Xuan Hongxi how to make the bamboo flute, Yuan Xiang simply asked someone to bring some instruments.

Most of those utensils are suitable for processing bamboo flutes. Of course, even this needs to be operated, and it is not out of the manual category.

At Yuan Xiang's age, it is already very difficult to do some precision handicrafts, so he simply instructed Xuan Hongxi to do it.

Yuan Xiang pointed and said: "Young man, the body is still very important, it's time to exercise."

Xuan Hongxi was deeply convinced. Before, he thought that he would not need to charge forward in the future, and it would be good to be a salted fish when he didn't have to worry about spending money. Now he realizes that even if he wants to do what he likes, he will shine for the inheritance of mankind. You have to exercise first.

Xuan Hongxi was tired of staying with Yuan Xiang for a whole day, after this day, Yue Shaojun seemed a little absent-minded.

This situation is so serious that Lian Hangyu Chengdu discovered it.

Yue Shaojun couldn't explain why he was so worried, although he still went underground, but after seeing that face come back to life, and looking at his body that he had worked so hard to preserve, he didn't even have a day Can't wait to strap that fake to the Melas to find out.

As for whether it was right or wrong for him to forcefully keep people who were already dead, he never thought about it.

There is no right or wrong in the mind of a mental patient.

Later, the typhoon was more sober, and reminded him in a low voice: "Commander, just... that fake... has no such value. Even if you tie him up, the people of Melas can disagree."

Yue Shaojun suddenly said: "Then call."

After speaking, he actually opened the virtual sand table seriously, and then began to arrange and practice the sand table.

typhoon:? ? ? ? ?

It was about to die of fright, and at this time it especially missed a plate.

Although Yipan usually doesn't like to talk to Yue Shaojun, but whenever Yue Shaojun falls ill, it can coax Yipan out, and then hide aside and watch as Yue Shaojun sneers at Yue Shaojun.

If it were another person, oh, another artificial intelligence talking to Yue Shaojun like this, I'm afraid it would have been eliminated long ago.

There is only one game that can make him tolerate it so much, and even a game of cynicism can dispel his thoughts.

In fact, what Typhoon didn't know was that Yue Shaojun always thought that Yipan was cultivated by Xuan Hongxi, so he basically regarded Yipan as a carrier of Xuan Hongxi.

Yipan is indeed similar to Xuan Hongxi in some respects, and the tone of his speech is similar.

As for being coquettish and cute... I'm sorry, a dish means that the big devil is not worthy.

Now there is no one dish, Typhoon said...he really can't stop the sick master.

On the one hand, the typhoon allocated half of its computing power to Yue Shaojun to set up a "battlefield", and the other half scrambled and crawled to find a plate to save his life.

As a result, when it ran there, Yipan was courting Xuan Hongxi around him, so he ignored it.

When the typhoon went back, he found that its commander had evolved to the point where Hang Yucheng started to prepare for war.

Xuan Hongxi is currently uploading pictures to social software.

It was a bamboo flute he made at Yuan Xiang's place, a semi-finished bamboo flute. I have to say that the material at Yuan Xiang's place is better, and he is also very satisfied with this one.

He even announced that there will be no live broadcast tomorrow, he needs to work on it carefully, the return date...to be determined...

As soon as his announcement came out, there were many ghosts and howling people below, and some people even directly had doubts: What is the development path of my idol?

Regarding this question, Xuan Hongxi said that he was not too clear about it.

Yipan really wished that Xuan Hongxi would gradually fade out of the entertainment circle, and save it from facing those men and women who wanted to give birth to monkeys for Xuan Hongxi every day, and some people even sent photos to Xuan Hongxi directly!

There are all kinds of ghosts and ghosts, the ones that are blind at a glance!

Xuan Hongxi originally thought that he could finally have an excuse to take a good rest for a few days. Well, he decided to make this thing more refined, so he should rest for five, six or seven days, and then he was going to auction off this bamboo flute. The first, oh, the second The two restored ancient flutes should be able to fetch a price, right?

If not, just ask Qiao Wenrui, anyway, with Master Yuan Xiang's endorsement, this thing can always fetch a good price.

He felt as if he had found a way to get rich. It was much easier to be a craftsman than a star!

However, Xuan Hongxi wanted to retreat, but there were always people who would not let him retreat. He had just settled the intonation here, and when he was thinking about whether to give the shape of the bamboo flute to the ancient world, there was a plate of buzzing bubbles flying over there that almost blew up. On Xuan Hongxi's face: Your Excellency, something serious has happened! ￣へ￣

Xuan Hongxi was taken aback by him, and said unhurriedly, "What is it?"

The whole game was so anxious that it almost jumped up and down: They said you were taken care of!

Xuan Hongxi was taken aback: "Huh?"

Yipan: I feel like this has been planned for a long time, should I track down their IP, their IP is blocked?

Have planned for a long time?Xuan Hongxi smiled and said, "No, what's the rush? Let me see."

To be honest, this feels quite strange, because in the past gossip and gossip, he was always the one who went to make money and raise people, for example, when he was with Yue Shaojun.

Yue Shaojun was already an outstanding rising star in the army at that time, and his promotion was all due to himself, but it was still said that it was because of Xuan Hongxi that he was promoted so quickly.

This time... What did those people who came out to jump while he was retreating got hold of it?

If it's Qiao Wenrui, um, Qiao Wenrui probably doesn't have the ability to cover and support him, let alone Qiao Wenrui has signed a contract with him, a serious manager.

Others...could it be Xu Hong?

But if these people even dared to take photos of Xu Hong and put them on the Internet, then Xuan Hongxi would praise them for their boldness.

It's just that when Xuan Hongxi went online and opened the push notifications from all over the world, he just froze there.

There are a series of blurred pictures on it. Although it is said to be blurred pictures, they are blurred very well. At least his face and the car can be seen clearly, but the profile of the man standing next to him is not very clear.

However, even if he couldn't see clearly, he could tell that the one standing next to him had long hair.

Yes, the other protagonist in the photo is neither Xu Hong nor Qiao Wenrui, but... Hang Yucheng!

This made Xuan Hongxi so disgusting that he would rather gossip with Xu Hong than Hang Yucheng!

Before clicking on the news, Xuan Hongxi was still in the mood of watching the excitement, but now...he quickly went to the social software and opened the three consecutive denials: No, no, don't talk nonsense.

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