Supplementing with sugar allows the brain to rethink.
"System, what should I do if I can't find the object?"
After a while, the system's feeble voice came: [If you are in full bloom, the breeze will come naturally.]
Chen Zhan sneered, compared to when he first wore it, he had savings and a career, and it was considered to be in full bloom.
[System: Different varieties. The host may belong to the Titan konjac, which blooms only once in a few years, and it is said that the odor can reach 800 meters.]
The hand that was cleaning the table and chopsticks almost slipped, Chen Zhan sighed, his eyes regained his sanity... Forget it, it still depends on fate.
In the past few days, gossip reporters have come to the door and wanted to interview, but Chen Zhan declined one by one. In the end, he thought it would be troublesome to shirk away, and he simply pretended that there was no one at home.
Because of this move, the old man became very popular in an instant, and many people went to see him with gift boxes and asked the old man what he knew about Chen Zhan.
The milk and eggs in the house are almost exhausted, and there are times when the old man almost thinks that the neighbor living opposite is not the neighbor, but the reincarnation of the lucky cat.
Chen Zhan is a restless character. He has nothing to do at home. He opened a private message to see if there are any online celebrities who have recently asked him to co-produce videos. It turned out that since the day before yesterday, all the requests for cooperation were sent by men.
The cruelty and reality of the world can be seen here.
On the other hand, Chen Hao finally stopped, and one day, late at night, he sent a message of several thousand words in sections, repenting from the bottom of his heart. At the end, he mentioned that he hoped that he would issue a statement saying that the two really had nothing to do with each other.
How much money was spent on hiring journalists to stir up topics before, and how clear they are now.
In Chen Zhan's eyes, everything was settled.
For Yin Ronglan, some things have just begun.
The subordinate Xiao Zhao is the person who has the most obvious experience. The boss is about to bow his head to sign the contract after reviewing the contract, when he suddenly raises his head, his eyes are contemptuous: "The closest person?"
"… what are you talking about?"
Yin Ronglan: "Go hire someone to collect it and see if the kidnapper has any undiscovered criminal records."
The subordinates have long been trained to show shocking facial expressions, and they nod their heads.
Gently putting down the pen, Yin Ronglan stood by the window and laughed at himself: "Maybe I'm a little stunned."
Xiao Zhao looked at his back and pursed the corner of his mouth. Starting a business from scratch to get to where it is today means having to be suspicious of people all the time. As ridiculous as it may feel at times, it's really not easy for a boss to make a friend.
Breaking away from his responsibilities, he couldn't help but say one more sentence: "In fact, whether it is a husband and wife or a friend, it is very important to have a common topic."
Yin Ronglan turned around and nodded: "Go on."
Xiao Zhao: "I had a very good friend in high school who complained about each other every day. Later, when I went to college, the distance gradually became silent."
Yin Ronglan frowned: "Is this still the case?"
Xiao Zhao explained: "Everyone has different experiences, and their experiences do not resonate with each other. Of course, not all people will be like this."
Yin Ronglan has always liked to plan ahead, and lowered her head to ponder four words in common.
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There were too many disturbances some time ago, and Chen Zhan has become more and more low-key recently.
When I heard the knock on the door, I subconsciously judged that it was a reporter, and didn't even get up to look at Maoyan.
Chen Zhan was stunned for a while until Yin Ronglan called, and then he put down his work and opened the door.
The snow falling on the eyelashes melted into ice crystals, and Yin Ronglan's vision was blurred.
Chen Zhan leaned against the door with his arms crossed, with a half-smiley smile: "You are probably the only person who is willing to contact me besides the reporter."
Yin Ronglan took off his coat,
Chen Zhan helped him open the cabinet door and hang it in: "In such a cold weather, cotton clothes are warmer." Then he stared at the long legs behind him with a scrutiny: "Are you wearing wool pants?"
Yin Ronglan laughed: "So strict?"
Chen Zhan moved the computer on the table and made a pot of tea.
After the water temperature dropped, he stared at the tender green tea leaves rolled inside: "What are you looking for?"
"There are people who ask for it."
Surprised by the answer he heard, Chen Zhan looked away and looked at him: "Is there something you can't solve?" After a while, he added: "No offense, just surprised."
Yin Ronglan took a sip of tea and said with a smile, "I understand."
Chen Zhan finally became somewhat curious.
Yin Ronglan: "I want you to teach me to write articles."
Chen Zhan stared at him for a few seconds, then reached out to check the temperature of the other's forehead.
"I don't have a fever." Yin Ronglan explained warmly, "I like your style of writing very much."
Chen Zhan wanted to know if he didn't feel hurt when he spoke against his conscience
It's a pity that no matter how you look at it, you can only see humbly asking for advice on this face,
Chen Zhan was skeptical and could not find a reason to refuse, and finally nodded in response: "For the time being, start with... writing a diary?"
Yin Ronglan calmly took out a thick stack of tickets from his pocket as a reward: "Where do you want to go?"
There was absolutely no chance for the other party to say 'whatever'.
Chen Zhan blinked his eyes twice.
Yin Ronglan: "The remaining tickets will be distributed to company employees for welfare."
Chen Zhan randomly picked one out of it. It was a ticket to the Forest Park, which happened to be today's date.
Seeing that it was almost noon, Chen Zhan ordered the manuscript to save, put on his clothes and prepared to go out.
The subordinates were waiting at the gate of the community, and Yin Ronglan asked him to pick a ticket to keep for himself, and redistribute the rest.
Seeing that he didn't mean to get in the car, Xiao Zhao asked, "Do you want to..."
"There are few parking spaces at the entrance of Forest Park," Yin Ronglan said, "You drive away, we will take the bus there."
Xiao Zhao watched them walk in the direction of the bus station. One of the two was wearing an aura of windbreaker, and the other was wrapped very thickly.
At first glance, it looks like tall green pines and rounded dumplings.
Laughing a few times for his own thoughts, he started the car and got ready to leave.
Chen Zhan will wear a mask and hat when going out recently to avoid being recognized. The advantage in winter is that even if you go out like this, you will not be paid too much attention.
There is a special stop in Forest Park, and you only need to cross an intersection to get off, which is very convenient.
Chen Zhan takes everything seriously, even if it is something that he thinks is very absurd: "The description of the scenery does not need to be too detailed, sometimes it is enough to record the weather."
Yin Ronglan seemed to listen very seriously.
There are not many people in the park.
Because children and the elderly are free of tickets, sometimes you can see children chasing each other, or sitting on a bench, looking at a certain place of the elderly without moving their eyes.
Everything seems to be able to wash the human soul.
After walking for a while, Yin Ronglan said, "A small newsstand was built not long ago."
The current environment is quite suitable for reading, Chen Zhan nodded: "Go and have a look."
Teaching while watching the scenery on the road: "There must be another subject besides myself in the article, a one-man show can easily make people feel bored, and..."
After a pause, Chen Zhan's eyes were fixed on the artificial lake not far away, and he frowned.
Several children were playing there. The water in the artificial lake is not too deep for adults, but the water is cold in winter.
Just as he was about to say a few words, he saw that during the play, a child missed a push, and the children behind did not stand firm and fell into the lake.
The child was frightened, and the conditioned reflex leaned forward to fish.
Chen Zhan called out to let him back, and hurriedly ran over.
Yin Ronglan ran a little faster and jumped into the water first.
The rescued people are often tragic because they are afraid of struggling with their lives. Chen Zhan saw the children in the lake kicking and swaying, so he hurried into the water, and Yin Ronglan carried people up one after another to fish.
He stepped ashore first, stretched out his hand and pulled Yin Ronglan again.
The movement here attracted several people nearby. One of them took off his coat and wrapped the child. Seeing that the child only knew that he couldn't ask for information about his family members, he had to call the police.
Chen Zhan didn't want to do another hot search just because he was righteous and brave, and his padded clothes were soaked, so it was not suitable to stay for a long time. After going out, I talked to the security guard about the situation inside, and then rented it back with Yin Ronglan.
The driver is a warmhearted person and doesn't dislike them getting the car wet.
The two chickens returned to the house and took a hot bath one after another. Chen Zhan cooked a bowl of ginger soup, and one person made a large bowl.
He took a long breath, looked at each other, and shook his head with a wry smile.
Yin Ronglan temporarily wore Chen Zhan's home clothes, but fortunately, it was originally loose, so he didn't wear it too tightly.
"The material for the diary is available." Chen Zhan joked.
Yin Ronglan nodded in agreement.
Chen Zhan got up and found the pen and paper from the drawer: "Write it, let me see how much you have mastered."
Inexplicably, there is a sense of sight of elementary school students being corrected by their teachers. Yin Ronglan is quietly struggling: "I don't think the essence has been learned yet."
Chen Zhan said with a smile: "The trick is to exaggerate moderately, and put an eye on it at the end."
Looking at the other party's deep eyes, he continued to speak: "This kind of exaggeration is best emotional exaggeration, not a false depiction of what happened. Think carefully about the details of going out today."
Yin Ronglan thought about it for a long time before he could write:
On a sunny winter day, I went out with my best friend.
Forest Park is like another world, with only casual conversations and smiles between eyes.
While we were talking happily, a child suddenly fell into the water in front of us.
Without further thought, we both jumped into the water one after another.
Cooperating with lifting the child to the shore, Chen Zhan reached out to me on the shore and wanted to pull me up.
At this time, I noticed that there was still a small notebook floating on the surface of the water, which must have slipped from the other's pocket when he was saving the person.
Ben and I fell into the water at the same time, but he chose to save me without hesitation.
At this moment, I can't help but ponder-
Ah, how much he must love me!
After drawing the last punctuation mark, Yin Ronglan breathed a sigh of relief... The finishing touch, moderate exaggeration, and emotional sublimation should all be present.
Chen Zhan was also working on typing, and when he saw this, he stopped and typed on the keyboard: "Finished?"
Yin Ronglan nodded and handed it over to him.
Chen Zhan is quite looking forward to how this hidden boss is writing.
When I saw the first sentence, I squinted my eyes, thinking that the opening title is very good.
Continue to read three lines below, and the good-natured smile gradually slows down.
After reading the last sentence, there was no longer a smile on his face.
"How?" Yin Ronglan asked sincerely.
Chen Zhan held the paper with a slight force with his fingers, and wrinkles appeared on the flat surface of the paper.
The author has something to say: Yin Ronglan: I think I can become a teacher.
Chen Zhan: The disciple of the church, the master starved to death.