"Where did the pheasant come from, dare to be presumptuous in front of me." Yan Shu glanced at Weibo, eyebrows a wrinkly, then picked up the phone and went to the balcony to make a phone call.
Meng Yanzhang flipped through Ren Pengxuan's Weibo, which is really the popular small fresh meat.
Ren Pengxuan's fans were so excited that many passers-by who didn't know the truth believed their story.
Some people say that Ren Pengxuan is too creamy and unworthy of the role of Nie Tingxi. Ren Pengxuan's fans immediately came forward to criticize and say that his brother is immortal. If he doesn't deserve it, who else will?
Some people praised Ren Pengxuan for his handsome appearance after seeing his photos. If he plays Nie Tingxi, it should be acceptable. Ren Pengxuan's fans immediately came forward to present a into the pit gift package, crazy about Amway's own love of beans.
Meng Yanzhang feels that she is probably old and can't keep up with the times. These little girls are young, and they are good at writing and painting, and they are very disciplined, just like the trained water army.
The official blog of "The Story of the Clouds" ignored the jumping of Ren Pengxuan's fans, or they were happy to see it, and gave them more heat for free.
Yan Shu pinched her eyebrows and said to Meng Yanzhang, "Don't worry about it, I'll take care of it."
"hmm." Meng Yanzhang is not interested in these online wars without smoke.
Yan Shu told him, "Take some photos and send them to Tang Yao, and he will give you P."
Estimation is know Meng Yanzhang won't P picture, Yan Shu also don't expect him to take a selfie, pick out the most pleasing to the eye from dozens of pictures to fix the picture, and then send it to Weibo.
"good." Meng Yanzhang nodded.
...
When Duan Jiangqiu returned home, he was surprised to see that Meng Yanzhang was taking a selfie and was very upset.
He put on his slippers and walked over. "Taking a selfie?"
Meng Yanzhang turned to see him and stood up. "Well, Brother Yan asked me to cook dinner."
"Nothing, I'm not very hungry now, take your time." Duan Jiangqiu took off his coat and put it on his arm. The weather turned hot and he had entered the heat. Duan Jiangqiu, who had just returned from the outside, had a thin red face and fine sweat on his forehead.
Meng Yanzhang passed by him and didn't smell the smell of sweat. Instead, he smelled a faint ray of Leng Xiang, like two snows in winter, clean and cold.
Duan Jiangqiu conveniently dug out a rubber band from the cabinet, raised his hand and tied up the black hair stuck on his back neck, revealing a long, white neck.
When he lowered his eyes, his thick eyelashes were like crow feathers, and the tear mole in the corner of his eye formed a strong contrast with his china white skin under the light. Black and white competed to earn Meng Yanzhang's eyes, which made him subconsciously lick his dry lips.
The downward line of sight naturally falls on Duan Jiangqiu's waist, and the thin white shirt pulls out a seductive line between his actions of raising his hand.
The scene of Jiang Qiu smoking on the terrace in the last life flashed through Meng Yanzhang's mind and overlapped with the picture at this time.
He covered his mouth and tilted his head, but the corner fell uncontrollably on Duan Jiangqiu.
"Is the photo taken?" Duan Jiangqiu tied a pigtail behind his head and turned to ask.
"Um ...no." Meng Yanzhang hid his panic and walked to the front of the refrigerator as if nothing had happened.
He opened the refrigerator and looked at the food inside, thinking about what to eat tonight.
"Stewed chicken with cream mushrooms?"
Duan Jiangqiu pondered, "Yes."
"What about spaghetti tonight?"
"well, ok." Duan Jiangqiu took out his mobile phone from his pocket and called to him, "Meng Yanzhang."
"Huh?" Meng Yanzhang heard turned away and saw Duan Jiangqiu patting him with a mobile phone.
Duan Jiangqiu looked at the photos in his mobile phone and whistled with satisfaction. "Very handsome."
In the photo, Meng Yanzhang naturally relaxed and looked at it with a bit of carelessness. The heroic brow and handsome facial features were in sharp contrast with the refrigerator behind him, especially the refrigerator was full of beautiful things and all kinds of food were neatly placed.
Add a touch of softness to his resolute and handsome appearance.
Duan Jiangqiu came down from upstairs after taking a shower. Meng Yanzhang was still busy in the kitchen. He suddenly remembered that there was a professional camera in his room, and then he went back and pointed a SLR at Meng Yanzhang.
Probably too focused on cooking dinner, Meng Yanzhang didn't notice Duan Jiangqiu patting him with a SLR, and he didn't look up until he heard the sound of Kaka.
It's hot summer at the moment, and the air conditioning is on in the room. Duan Jiangqiu just came out of the shower, wearing a flat and ironed household clothes. Some wide necklines slipped with his movements, revealing a straight and sunken collarbone, wearing a pair of beige trousers on his long and straight legs, and a pair of light gray slippers under his white ankles.
Holding a camera in his hand, he split his legs and squatted on the ground, patting Meng Yanzhang nonstop.
Meng Yanzhang stared at his long legs for a while and praised: "Flexibility is really good."
"Not bad, I can barely split." Said Duan Jiangqiu to Meng Yanzhang in situ performed a split, Meng Yanzhang surprised eyes wide open.
"It seems that I am body of work." Duan Jiangqiu was about to get up when he suddenly waved to Meng Yanzhang with a cry of "Aye Yo". "Come and give me a hand ..."
Meng Yanzhang thought that he had reached his waist, ignoring the dishes in his pot for an instant, and hurried forward to hold Duan Jiangqiu's waist and fish people up.
"how about it? Do you want to go to the hospital? " Meng Yanzhang asked with a frown, completely unaware of the anxiety and worry revealed in his words.
Duan Jiangqiu was lying on his shoulder, smelling the gardenia fragrance on Meng Yanzhang, and his brain was out of control for a moment, wanting to hug Meng Yanzhang back, kiss him and possess him.
"I'm just kidding." Duan Jiangqiu took a step back and stood up straight with a smile on his face. "Do you really believe it?"
The heart suddenly returned to its original place. Not only that, but it also sank. Meng Yanzhang suppressed his unhappiness and said dryly, "Oh, nothing is good."
Meng Yanzhang went back to the kitchen, turned off the fire and put the dishes out of the pot.
Looking at his cold side face, Duan Jiangqiu suddenly seemed to be dumb. I didn't know what to say. He was just joking. Meng Yanzhang wouldn't even be able to afford such a small joke, would he?
Standing in the same place for about two minutes, Duan Jiangqiu stepped forward. "Are you angry?"
"I'm just kidding ..."
Meng Yanzhang put the dish beautifully and handed it to Duan Jiangqiu. "Please pass it over."
Duan Jiangqiu looked at him hesitantly, and Meng Yanzhang suddenly evoked his lips. "I'm not angry, not at all."
Really not, Duan Jiangqiu is his gold master. No matter whether Duan Jiangqiu sleeps or not, his resources are indeed given by Duan Jiangqiu. If he wants to continue to get along, it is impossible to be angry with Duan Jiangqiu.
"Oh." Duan Jiangqiu couldn't say what was strange, but there was an atmosphere in the air that made him very uncomfortable. He took the plate and put it on the dining table.
Knowing that Meng Yanzhang is a straight man, what can he expect?
It rained heavily all night, and Duan Jiangqiu couldn't fall asleep. At about three o'clock in the morning, he opened the quilt, heated himself a glass of milk, and drank a cup of hot milk. Sleepiness did not arrive as scheduled.
Scratching outside the window, the sound of rain hitting the leaves on the windowsill makes it difficult to sleep.
It's rainy night again, and the damp smell in the air makes Duan Jiangqiu very uncomfortable. He even has some illusions that his sheets are all wet.
"Rumble-"
Lightning seems to pass through the barrier of the house and hit people.
Duan Jiangqiu's hands and feet were cold, his palms were cold, wet and cold. He stood by the window and looked at the night outside. The wind was blowing hard, and lightning flashed and thundered.
After standing for about half an hour, he suddenly turned and took out a violin, pushed open the French window and went to the balcony.
The strong wind blew the vase chair in the room to the ground, and the pages on the table flew over.
The curtain was blown away by the wind, and Duan Jiangqiu turned a deaf ear. He stood in the rain curtain, letting the rain wash over him, putting the violin on his shoulder, and generate made an impassioned melody when the bow touched the strings.
Meng Yanzhang was fast asleep, and the passionate piano sound from somewhere woke him up.
Raised his hand on his eyelids, his brain was a little dizzy, he reached out and turned on the light, and the dazzling light penetrated into his eyes through his fingers.
The sound of the piano became clearer and clearer, as if coming from next door, accompanied by the sound of broken glass.
Next door? !
Meng Yanzhang suddenly got up and rushed to the next door. Duan Jiangqiu's door was locked, and no matter how he knocked, no one paid attention.
The sound of the piano is still constant, mixed with the sound of broken glass and porcelain.
He clenched his fist, turned back to his room, opened the French window and rushed into the rain. He clearly saw Duan Jiangqiu standing in the rain on the balcony, closing his eyes and playing the violin selflessly.
Meng Yanzhang did not appreciate Duan Jiangqiu's wonderful piano music, and there was another thunder in the sky. His heart trembled with the thunder and ran to the edge of the balcony, shouting his name at Duan Jiangqiu opposite.
"You are not bad? !"
Duan Jiangqiu ignored him. I don't know if the rain swallowed Meng Yanzhang's voice, or if Duan Jiangqiu was too selfless to hear his voice at all, or if Duan Jiangqiu heard it, he just didn't want to talk to Meng Yanzhang.
In the rain curtain, Duan Jiangqiu was wet with rain. His black hair was stuck on his white skin, and beads of rain hung on his eyelashes. His skin was as white as a ghost, and only his lips were as red as blood.
The cold rain made Meng Yanzhang shiver. He couldn't understand why Duan Jiangqiu climbed onto the balcony in the middle of the night without sleeping and played the violin in the rain. Besides, wouldn't he be cold? His body hasn't frozen yet, and his fingers are flying flexibly on the strings.
At this moment, the piano sounded, and Meng Yanzhang looked at the opposite Duan Jiangqiu, which was actually a bit stunned.
He doesn't know the rhythm, but he hears the deep sadness from this passionate tune. That kind of emotion is like the sea water at night, which engulfs him and makes him breathless.
"Boom-"a flash of lightning brought Meng Yanzhang back to reality. He opened his eyes in horror and wanted to call Duan Jiangqiu to come into the house quickly.
But everything in reality seems to be put in slow motion. In the lightning, he clearly saw Duan Jiangqiu open his eyes and look at him. His eyes are like underground rivers, and there is no light.
He opened his mouth wide and stood comically.
The opposite Duan Jiangqiu suddenly smiled at him, gorgeous and thrilling, like a rose watered by blood.
"Is it nice?"
His voice is like a ghost, which makes Meng Yanzhang get goose bumps all over.
Crazy.
He thought.
Meng Yanzhang's lips opened and closed up and down. "Nice."