The wind lives in this life policy

The little girl was frightened by the coldness in the man's eyes, and Ye Xiaofeng didn't want to argue with a little girl, so she just said this and went out directly.

He wanted to see what was going on outside.

And the situation was better than he expected.

After all, it’s not a holiday. Most of the tourists are middle-aged and elderly people who are retired. The old people don’t follow stars, so they are ignored. A considerable part of those waiting outside are a few young people who happen to pass by Lijiang while traveling, and some who live in the local area. Fans who heard the news, fortunately it is daytime and the students are all going to school, which is really a blessing in misfortune.

Ye Xiaofeng wore Feng Ce's peaked cap and pushed open the door of the hotel to go out. The people crowded in front saw that it was not Feng Ce, and immediately gave up their attention, and gathered at the door, until the street was blocked, and there were already passers-by Started to complain, and even some good-natured people didn't know what happened, so they also stood outside the folk custom and waited for what happened.

Ye Xiaofeng moved quickly and found a clothing store, but unfortunately they all sold national costumes. After all, this is not a big city where you can buy famous brands casually. Ye Xiaofeng compared Feng Ce's height and picked out a white long-sleeved shirt. But the style of the shirt is somewhat similar to a Tang suit, with a half-round neck, horizontal buttons and knots, and a soft texture of cotton and linen.

Ten minutes later, he returned to the B&B with the newly bought clothes in his arms. When he passed the front desk, the little girl's face was pale, and the excitement she had just now had long since disappeared. Now she was full of worries that the man would sue her back.

And that's what Ye Xiaofeng wanted.

Not disclosing other people's identity information is the minimum professional ethics of a hotel worker. I don't know this, so don't do this job as soon as possible. As for what I said to sue her just now, Ye Xiaofeng was just trying to scare her.

After Ye Xiaofeng returned to the room, he changed the clothes for Feng Ce without saying a word. When he carefully fastened the buttons one by one, Feng Ce finally spoke.

"Since it's here, please rest assured, Ye Xiaofeng, I'm very happy."

Ye Xiaofeng pursed his lips and didn't answer, but his expression was much looser than before, and he didn't speak until he put on his clothes and Ye Xiaofeng smoothed out the wrinkles for him.

"There are a lot of people outside, but not too many. Anyway, they have already been seen. It's not good to be sneaky, so let's go out openly."

Saying that, Ye Xiaofeng stood up, and at the same time pulled Feng Ce up, "Celebrities are human beings, and they can also go out for fun and travel. It's okay. Later, remember to smile and shake hands with fans. Just remember these two points. Leave the rest to me."

Feng Ce nodded in agreement.

Ye Xiaofeng began to tidy up the room.

He doesn't believe in this hotel at all now, his identity information can be disclosed, and there is no guarantee that he will not disclose other things. He started to restore the room to its original appearance bit by bit, with all the pillows and beds in place, and the bathroom with a shower Rinse it again, and finally, my eyes fell on the bed sheet on the floor.

The sheets had a strong smell of bodily fluids, mixed with traces of dryness, and anyone knew what had happened. Ye Xiaofeng was worried, so he simply folded them up and stuffed them into a bag to take away without leaving any evidence.

Feng Ce wanted to wear the sunglasses, but Ye Xiaofeng took them away, "I've been recognized, don't wear them..."

God-given grace, God has poured all his heart and soul into this face, just to make it receive so many, almost countless blessings at this moment... Listen to the voices outside, and look at the waiting list on the Internet ... How much Ye Xiaofeng hoped that this person could only belong to him, but the reality clearly made him understand that in this world, no one can use any reason to waste all this hard work.

People often only use two ways to express the most beloved thing: one, hide it firmly, not letting anyone see or touch it; The praise and vision, to prove in reverse that this person who has become the most important person to him is indeed unparalleled in the world.

Ye Xiaofeng really wanted to use the first method, but abruptly chose the second.

"Feng Ce..." He put his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, looking like a bodyguard, and finally raised the corners of his mouth to give a smile, "I am very satisfied to be able to hide you like this for one night."

He has no regrets.

Feng Ce frowned fiercely, but Ye Xiaofeng left before he could speak.

When the two left the hotel, Ye Xiaofeng walked in front of Feng Ce to clear the way for him. The moment he opened the door, the fans waiting at the hotel immediately screamed when they saw Feng Ce's face clearly.

Countless people held up their cellphone cameras and shouted Feng Ce's name. When Feng Ce followed Ye Xiaofeng down the steps, the flow of people began to press against Feng Ce. This was the first time Feng Ce had no bodyguards or cordons Facing the fans directly, completely zero-distance contact.

This kind of zero-distance contact made Feng Ce very novel. He had never been so close to his body, and he had never been called by his name so forgetfully. He remembered Ye Xiaofeng's words, tried his best to smile, and stretched out his hand to hold the fans. , more and more hands were stretched out towards him, full of satisfied love and admiration, from the moment the palms touched, it was conveyed to Feng Ce's heart in every detail.

……

Many people follow, many people like, it is a star.

……

Feng Ce recalled Ye Xiaofeng's explanation of the star at that time.

But this time, the feeling after recalling it was far more profound than that of the national drama festival, and it was even more shocking, and he couldn't bear to refuse.It was a sincere liking and admiration from the heart. This liking and admiration was pure and sincere. These people were willing to wait here just to see themselves, until now.

Feng Ce asked himself that he didn't have anything to give them, but he still received so much love, without any regrets, without any reservations, even if it was just a hasty meeting like this, they would be so grateful.

Feng Ce didn't understand the reason for doing this, but it didn't prevent him from being moved by it.

He stretched out his hand to hold Ye Xiaofeng who was walking in front, and signaled him to wait, then under Ye Xiaofeng's suspicious gaze, Feng Ce walked towards a girl.

The flow of people began to gather in the direction he was walking, and Feng Ce's turn made the already crowded street immediately blocked, and the scene became chaotic, half of the people followed Feng Ce, the other half walked halfway, and the other half turned around. People don't know what happened, among the crowds, they can vaguely see the tall figure of Feng Ce walking in the front, he stopped in front of a person, and asked politely, "Can you lend me a ?"

Everyone followed Feng Ce's gaze, and it turned out to be the flute in the girl's hand.

So many years later, a video was circulated on the Internet. This video was always on the top of Fengce's official website and post bar, and the number of comments, replies and reposts under it had exceeded [-] million.

At the very beginning of the video, the scene was chaotic, full of people's voices, and the back of a person could barely be seen in the shaking screen.The back figure was surrounded by one direction, and then there was a brief pause in the video, and the screen was pitch black. It should be that the photographer was choosing an angle. After a few seconds, the line of sight suddenly opened up. At the same time, someone casually leaned against the side of the guardrail of the river, holding a very ordinary piccolo, and played it lightly.

No one has ever heard of this song. When the video was released for the first time, countless people began to post and beg for the source of this song. However, after so many years, no one knew about it. Some students who study history pointed out that it is very possible. It's an old song, but not sure.

The tune is melodious and melodious, without great ups and downs, even a little flat, but it can be set against the unique customs of Lijiang. When the willows blow the soft curves and the water flows out of the gurgling melody, the plainness gradually begins to give birth to emotion, and this emotion is hard to come by. In other words, the sound of the flute is fluttering, tossing and turning endlessly, until the flute player collects the flute and wipes it clean, and returns it to the original owner, he can't come back to his senses.

After the song is played, the video shakes again, and then the focus is on a person.

This man, dressed in clean white, is tall and tall, with a face like a crown of jade, eyebrows gathered like peaks, and eyes like water. When the condensed mountains and rivers slowly spread from his face, everything in the lens becomes unreal, and all Poetry and picturesqueness are all at this moment, overwhelming for him.

At the end of the video, the person can clearly be heard saying softly, "Thank you, we will see you later."

After finishing speaking, he smiled slowly, pulled the people around him, and left quietly.

In the end, those elegant feelings that arose because of him also dissipated with his departure.

On the way back, Ye Xiaofeng sat in the car and took a picture of Lijiang's scenery with his mobile phone. The photo used a fake wide-angle lens to capture the entire appearance of Lijiang's ancient city to the greatest extent.

After the filming, Ye Xiaofeng showed it to Feng Ce.

"Anyway, it's all been exposed, so why not post a Weibo, Da Fang Yuyan will be a little bit more inside."

Feng Ce looked at the photo, nodded, "Okay, it's up to you."

Ye Xiaofeng uploaded the photo on Weibo, but when it came time to match the text, he was a little unsure, "I should write something, or something."

"How do you feel?"

"Well, for example, I had a lot of fun playing and eating... Ah! That's right!" Ye Xiaofeng had an idea, "You can write poetry, why don't you write a poem!"

"poetry?"

"That's right! It's much better than writing those vulgar testimonials. Come on, think about it, my male god..."

Feng Ce shook his head and chuckled, then thought for a moment, and soon, he took the mobile phone handed over by Ye Xiaofeng, stretched out his finger and stroked on the screen.

Ye Xiaofeng hurriedly squeezed over to look.

Feng Ce's writing speed is very slow, but when his beautiful fingertips are scratched on the transparent screen, one can't wait for him to write more slowly.

"Youyou Shuiyuntian..." Ye Xiaofeng read it word by word, "Xiaoyaozizixian?"

I saw Feng Ce lightly hooked the corners of his lips. When he wrote the last word and put the whole poem at the end, he leaned over and murmured in Ye Xiaofeng's ear: "Youyoushuiyuntian, carefree fairy, don't have any The most touching place is the softest place."

With long clear water and blue sky, if you can live here forever, you must be happy to surpass the gods, but do you know that the reason why it is so touching and so nostalgic is because it is here, and I have the honor to hold you in my arms.