After Chen Zhan said the truth, the system ignored him.
Chen Zhan didn't care, and asked, "Aren't you going to have fun?"
Still no response.
The response after yesterday's update was quite good. Although there was still a lot of scolding on the Internet, at least it was not completely resisted.
There are different opinions about who the man in the peaked cap is, and there are outrageous speculations that it is even Lin Chiang in disguise.
Netizen A: What an emotional CP for a moron president and a future entertainment queen!
Netizen B: I don't know if you still remember, at the convenience store, the president left 100 yuan and left in a hurry. Maybe it's just to camouflage and follow Jiang Ying.
Netizen C: Ah, the smell of this woman's blood is so sweet... I can't help but write a million-word novel.
The power of the Internet is quite magical. In less than one night, someone found out that Lin Chi Ang had a car accident when he was a child, and almost died of blood loss. Some netizens even think that he may suffer from mild thirst.
The topic of #林chiang, blood# quickly became popular.
Chen Zhan was really confused for a moment when he saw this development.
The behavior analysis ability of this class of netizens is really... too scary.
What was even more frightening was that when he read the unwarranted evidence listed one by one, he was almost persuaded.
Driven by the power of the Internet, there has been a qualitative leap in the number of people who come to read the article.
Chen Zhan glanced at the reward money in the backstage and considered whether to add meals.
"Xiao Chen." The old man called from the corridor.
Chen Zhan opened the door, and the old man was wearing quite loose clothes today: "My former friend invited me to the horse riding arena, do you want to follow me?"
Chen Zhan: "Do you take care of the meal?"
The old man nodded.
Chen Zhan: "Wait for me to change clothes."
The air outside is always a bit fresher than in the house. Chen Zhan took a light breath and turned to look at the old man: "Your body bones, are you okay with riding?"
The old man waved his hand: "I don't ride a horse, but I can appreciate it."
Unexpectedly, Yin Ronglan was also there. He stood in front of an off-road vehicle, like a tall and straight jade bamboo, gently carrying light, attracting the attention of many passers-by.
Chen Zhan: "The car is good."
"Borrowing it from a friend." Yin Ronglan helped them open the car door: "My car is not suitable for driving to the riding arena."
Chen Zhan asked the old man casually, "Mr. Yin used to go out with you often?"
"He's a very busy man," the old man waved his hand. "It's because I got sick some time ago, and he gave some of his work to others, so he had some spare time."
Yin Ronglan was in charge of driving, turned off the air conditioner that was too low in the car, smiled and said, "I will come to see you often in the future."
The old man refused: "Work is the most important thing."
Chen Zhan couldn't figure out whether this person was malicious, and only said: "I'm a freelancer, and I can help take care of one or two on weekdays. Mr. Yin doesn't have to make special time."
Yin Ronglan smiled gently: "Then I'll trouble you."
The car gradually drove away from the city, and when he reached an intersection, the old man accidentally caught a glimpse of Chen Zhan's positioning on his mobile phone, and said, "Ronglan knows the way."
Chen Zhan raised his head: "It is very important to find your own position."
In order to prevent being sold to the valley.
The old man was stunned for a moment, then leaned forward and backward happily: "I didn't expect you to be quite humorous."
Yin Ronglan saw Chen Zhan's serious eyes from the rearview mirror, and shook his head with a chuckle.
The horse farm is open and flat, and there is no rough ore where cattle and sheep are seen in the wind and grass, and the grass and trees are slightly withered.
The old man went to visit a friend first. The other party was a middle-aged man in his forties. He was very happy to see the old man. After a few words of greetings, he shook hands with Yin Ronglan and Chen Zhan successively to say hello.
The middle-aged man took them on a tour of the horse farm, and they happened to bump into a few people carrying a horse out.
The middle-aged man sighed: "The temperature has been repeated, and several horses have been infected and have not survived the infection a few days ago."
The old man glanced at the fur color: "It's a good horse, it's a pity."
Middle-aged man: "My daughter can't bear it anymore, she wants to hold a symbolic funeral and then deal with it."
Yin Ronglan said lightly: "If you don't deal with it as soon as possible, it will easily affect the mood of tourists."
The middle-aged man was startled.
Yin Ronglan: "Seeing the foal's body inspires some subtle sympathy."
The middle-aged man thinks it makes sense after thinking about it, and asks the staff to avoid customers when they go.
Chen Zhan stood at the very edge and saw the expressions of several people thoroughly. When he saw the corpse of the pony, Yin Ronglan was not moved at all. He finally knew where the sense of disobedience he had always felt on the other side came from. Yin Ronglan behaved very politely, but he seemed to be very indifferent.
As if realizing that too much attention was on him, Yin Ronglan looked at Chen Zhan.
After being caught, Chen Zhan said calmly, "Mr. Yin seems to be very good at horsemanship."
The change of the topic was not clever. Yin Ronglan did not admit or deny it, but asked, "Where did you see it?"
"Long legs."
I don't know if it was Chen Zhan's illusion, but when he finished saying this, Yin Ronglan narrowed his eyes, and the light inside was quite meaningful.
The middle-aged and the old man did not speculate too much, and regarded it as a chatter among young people. The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Go, go and choose a horse."
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On the other side of the racecourse, a chubby wealthy businessman took a few pictures, put his riding whip aside, and waved at his son.
The young man looks very similar to him, with a slightly thinner body.
The rich businessman pointed him in the direction.
The teenager groaned after seeing it: "Isn't that Chen Zhan? It's this scum who still wanted to chase after my goddess Jiang Ying."
As soon as he finished speaking, he was slapped heavily on the back of his head by a fat palm: "Chang Dim Sum, do I let you see him as him?!"
The young man rubbed his head, and then noticed the man beside Chen Zhan, and murmured, "I seem to have seen it somewhere."
The rich businessman whispered, "At your Uncle Zhao's birthday banquet."
The teenager had an impression. That day, the person put down the gift and left quickly. Before going out, he was hit by himself who was playing with his mobile phone with his head down.
Rich businessman: "Do you know how your grandfather made his fortune?"
The young man nodded: "You must beat the horse."
Look at the wind direction, find a good team to gamble, others eat meat, they drink soup.
Rich businessman: "If you are looked down upon by that person, our family can become rich for another three generations."
The teenager pressed his eyebrows: "Would it be too deliberate to go up and say hello directly?"
The rich businessman: "It's a horse farm anyway, everyone is wandering around..." He said, his eyes fixed on Chen Zhan: "I think that young man gets along well with him, you can observe it in the dark, understand the topics they talk about, and learn by the way. Let’s talk and perform art.”
The teenager couldn't help raising his voice: "You asked me to learn from Chen Zhan, do you know that he is being mocked by the whole network now?"
After speaking, he was slapped again: "Whether he ridicules him or praises him, it is his ability to be favored by Yin Ronglan."
The theory was fruitless, and the young man was reluctant to lead the horse to go there, pretending to imitate tourists around the neighborhood, but in fact eavesdropping on the exchange of these people.
The middle-aged man chose a white horse with a rather docile temperament for Chen Zhan, and touched the mane of the horse. He suddenly understood the feelings of those who love horses.
It's a pity that riding a horse is a technical job. Chen Zhan didn't wear the right pants, so he chose to give up after going up.
The old man also wanted to go up and ride, but was ruthlessly blocked. Yin Ronglan and Chen Zhan stood on the left and right in a tacit understanding to prevent him from acting on a whim.
The flat place has a strong style. The old man walked against the wind, looking at the wild grass and barren rocks in the distance and reciting a sentence: "The old man is talking about teenage madness."
Chen Zhan continued emotionally: "Left leads Huang, right Qing Cang."
"… "
The old man laughed dryly, but still cheered: "As long as you are willing to work hard, you may not be able to become a goshawk soaring in the sky."
The middle-aged man beside Wen Yan laughed loudly: "Look at what you said, what did the person standing on the left become, a scumbag?"
"… "
The atmosphere, which had finally warmed up a little, was cold again.
The middle-aged man realized that something was wrong, and after staying on the racecourse for a long time, he was habitually joking.
As the source of the disaster, Chen Zhanshang was kind, and began to casually talk about changing the topic of the white horse: "Mr. Yin, would you mind showing off your horsemanship?"
Yin Ronglan asked very calmly, "Then what's the difference between me and a horse performer?"
Chen Zhan answered seriously: "You are free."
"… "
Not far behind them, the young man was in a cold sweat... What kind of language art is this? If you learn it, their family will collapse from this generation!
The old man smoothed things out: "I haven't seen you, Ronglan, riding a horse for a long time."
Yin Ronglan got on his horse and moved in one go.
Chen Zhan said with envy: "Even if you don't look handsome, as long as you ride on a horse, you will be the most eye-catching."
What's more, Yin Ronglan has quite perfect facial features.
Yin Ronglan did not run on the racecourse, but rode for a lap on the hill in front of him. When he came back, he clearly saw the admiration in Chen Zhan's eyes. This expression could not be faked. He said in a relatively gentle tone: "Learning a horse well, courage and perseverance are indispensable. , you can come more when you have time."
Chen Zhan: "And the most important point is that money cannot be less."
Yin Ronglan got off the horse, smoothed the folds on the clothes, and didn't refute: "It makes sense."
Several people returned to the state of walking forward happily.
Confused, the young man walked towards the old father in a daze.
When the wealthy businessman saw him, he quickly asked, "What did you learn?"
The young man was at a loss for words, and finally copied the conversation of the few people who were just now.
After hearing this, the wealthy businessman looked up at the sky and sighed: "It's no wonder that after two generations, our family is still struggling on the edge of the nouveau riche, and we can't learn how to communicate with the rich."
The young man had the idea of taking a photo of Chen Zhan and hanging it on the Internet. He hesitated for a while, but he still didn't do it. In case of offending Yin Ronglan, the gain would outweigh the gain.
The rich businessman was leading him to leave, but the young man suddenly slapped his thigh, frightening the fat on the rich businessman's face: "Why are you surprised?"
Young man: "It's hard to see me, but I forgot to remind me."
If you can verify the identity of the man in the peaked cap in the article, it will be worthwhile.
The wealthy businessman didn't give him this opportunity and forced the person to leave.
The author has something to say: Lin Chiang: "Did I go to the hot search today?" Looking at the phone: "Oh, it's on again."