After updating twice a day, Chen Zhan leaned against the bed and fell asleep unconsciously, opening his eyes again and the sky was dimly lit.
Looking at the time, several hours have passed.
Get on the bed, wrap in the quilt and fall into a deep sleep.
Thinking about it every day, Chen Zhan saw Yin Ronglan in his dream.
The other party is a poor student in a white shirt for a while, and a president who is hot on the outside and cold on the inside.
When Chen Zhan was about to approach, Yin Ronglan transformed into a handsome white dragon.
A closer look reveals that it has no wings and no horns. It turns out that it is just a white snake.
The snake's eyes were cold, but his eyes were gentle.
Chen Zhan stared at it for a while, but couldn't help walking forward, took advantage of this kindness, and took advantage of the white snake when it was not ready.
Patiently coiled the tail of the snake into the shape of a lollipop, and was about to take a photo, when a muffled sound suddenly came from the sky.
"broken!"
If you do evil things, you will be struck by lightning.
The cold invades the mind, and whoever wants to open his eyes is another world.
The light from outside the window shone slightly on his face.
"It turned out to be a dream." Chen Zhan covered his eyes with his hands and murmured and turned his head.
The phone continued to vibrate, announcing its presence.
Chen Zhan reluctantly stretched his arms out of the warm quilt and pushed hard enough: "Hello."
Hearing his indistinct voice on the other end, he couldn't help laughing: "Why don't you answer the phone?"
Chen Zhan glanced at the screen and returned to the main interface to find several missed calls, from Yin Ronglan and Wang Cheng.
Resisting the urge to yawn, he responded lightly, "I slept early yesterday."
Yin Ronglan's voice was always sober: "Where are you going today?"
"Kidnapped." Chen Zhan glanced out the window: "I can't go out for the time being."
"…Who kidnapped you?"
Chen Zhan said without hesitation, "Bed."
As he said that, he rolled in a circle, his eyes blank: "Bed, let me go, I'm going to work."
Yin Ronglan rarely heard his dejected words, and said with a smile, "Would you like to have a meal together?"
Chen Zhan: "Let's go tonight." After a while, he couldn't help but talk about his dream last night.
snake
Still remember Xiao Zhao seems to have also mentioned that he is a snake.
Yin Ronglan turned on the computer and searched, and the word snake spirit popped up in the keyword group.
Snake spirits use beauty to attract men and absorb yang energy.
The corners of his lips twitched, it turned out that he looked like this in the hearts of his subordinates.
Xiao Zhao came in to deliver the documents, just to meet this seemingly gentle smile, he caught a glimpse of the computer screen that was still lit, and felt that the deadline was approaching.
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Getting up is a one-stop action, and you can't miss a second.
Chen Zhan went down to wash up, and by the way, he called Wang Cheng back.
The other party straight to the point to ask about the relationship.
Chen Zhan wiped the water off his face: "There's nothing in the contract that says you can't fall in love."
Wang Cheng gave up the investigation to the end, and instructed: "Fashion Week has just passed, and it has been quiet recently. There are still publicity drafts that have not been sent out."
Chen Zhan put his hands on the sink, looked at himself in the mirror, and said something to pay attention.
After ten o'clock, I put down my half-eaten breakfast and sent a message to the editor, expressing that I wanted to open a vest alone to write a new article.
The previous personal style was too obvious, and rashly changing the style of writing may be criticized. And the new vest opens, even if it fails, there is room for buffer.
The reason sounds very good. The editor said the things that need to be paid attention to, and Chen Zhan answered them one by one.
The morning time was very tight, and after finishing the article, he deliberately chose to visit the supermarket during the noon time when there were not many people.
An hour passed, and it came back full.
Chen Zhan started to decorate the room, almost the last pot of fake flowers was placed, and there was a knock on the door.
The warm lighting and prepared ingredients form a perfect composition. Yin Ronglan leaned against the door and smiled, "Candlelight dinner?"
Chen Zhan raised his eyebrows and invited him in: "Reach out your hand."
Yin Ronglan spread his palms according to the words.
In the next second, the metallic texture came, and there was a mobile phone in the palm.
"live streaming?"
Chen Zhan shook his head: "I want you to help record it, edit it and upload it."
After he finished speaking, he added another sentence, don't slap his face.
He has always had a lot of ideas, Yin Ronglan didn't ask much, just stood aside to find a good angle and said that he could start.
What Chen Zhan wants to do is fried chicken, which is convenient and simple, and easy to arouse people's appetite.
Marinated, fried, the chicken thighs are tumbled in the pan to become crispy and tender...
Some time ago, the cooking skills that have been accomplished in a small way have been fully demonstrated under the camera.
Yin Ronglan should have photographed the steps he was cooking, but his eyes swept across Chen Zhan from time to time... The young man wearing an apron was very serious in every move, and his long eyelashes made his heart palpitate.
In a moment of daze, only to find that the chicken legs have been placed on a plate, retracting the reverie and slowly moving the camera closer to ensure a perfect close-up of the finished product.
Yin Ronglan pressed save and let him pass his eyes.
Chen Zhan read it again and was quite satisfied. He pointed to the plate: "Reward."
It's hard to eat something that's too greasy at night.
Chen Zhan opened a bottle of wine and sat at the dining table. For some reason, Yin Ronglan also gradually gained appetite.
They raised their glasses and each said two hypocritical toasts.
The time to fry the chicken is just right, and the taste is quite delicious when you bite into it.
Yin Ronglan would pay special attention to the drinking of wine at the usual dinner party, so he naturally did not need to be on guard against Chen Zhan.
The next day, with a splitting headache, and the sound of footsteps, Yin Ronglan raised his head and handed a glass of honey water in front of him.
The moment he lowered his head, he noticed that he had changed his clothes at some point, and there were traces of toothpaste on his neckline, and his face was slightly red: "Last night..."
Chen Zhan: "Your wine is very good, so obediently wash up and lie down on the sofa to sleep."
Seeing that his face was wrong, Chen Zhan laughed: "What are you regretting?"
Yin Ronglan pondered for a while, the habit of good wine needs to be changed.
Chen Zhan got up very early, gnawed on dry bread to cut the video, doubled the speed, and chose to change the sound quality, and then began to do the commentary and dubbing.
Yin Ronglan looked away, and when he saw that the calendar was on the weekend, he breathed a sigh of relief... It's not good for the boss to take the lead in being late.
The video clips are exhausting, and he tries to avoid making too much noise while washing.
It took half a morning for Chen Zhan to upload the video successfully, and he did not forget to contact the internet celebrities who had worked with him before and ask them to help follow the account.
Under the implicit promotion of Internet celebrities, the food video successfully gained its first fans.
Yin Ronglan found that the other party did not use his own traffic for publicity and had a hunch that things were not simple.
The next month, he came to work part-time as a photographer after get off work.
The fans of food bloggers with a bit of skill rose very quickly, because Chen Zhan entrusted some connections in private to let some famous people help to follow and recommend, and the fans quickly broke the million mark.
During this period, the contact between the two increased day by day.
On this day, the afterglow of the sun left a red light on the horizon.
After filming the video early, Yin Ronglan put on his coat and prepared to leave.
Chen Zhan suddenly said, "A walk together?"
Yin Ronglan looked at him and nodded with a smile.
The weather was very cold, and most people walked hurriedly to their destination with their heads lowered, and very few were as leisurely as they were.
Chen Zhan bought a bunch of candied haws, took a bite and thought it tasted good before handing it over: "Would you like to try it?"
Yin Ronglan took it, and suddenly frowned, looking in a direction on the oblique side.
Almost as soon as the sharp eyes swept over, a gray figure hurriedly ran away.
Chen Zhan looked over: "Passers-by candidly take pictures?"
Yin Ronglan: "Gossip reporters are more likely."
Fans can't run away, mostly because Yuji is afraid that the negatives will be taken away.
Chen Zhan said in one sentence: "I'm afraid there is still a backhand."
After all, if you can take pictures of grabbing the negatives, it would be a good topic.
It didn't affect his mood because of this episode, and he continued to walk. Chen Zhan was occasionally attracted by the food on the street.
Yin Ronglan frowned at his frozen red fingers: "Put it in your pocket to warm up."
Chen Zhan patted the side of the clothes, and there was a piercing sound inside: "There's no room."
After stopping, Yin Ronglan put his hand into his pocket after allowing him to reach for a small notebook of pen and paper. The small pocket was like a stationery box.
"Why do you have two books?"
Chen Zhan: "One writes the lyrics, and the other remembers the material."
Yin Ronglan was startled: "Lyrics?"
Chen Zhan: "Wang Cheng has negotiated with a singer in the company, and let me be responsible for the lyrics of one of the songs in the new album."
Yin Ronglan frowned: "I didn't see the relevant propaganda."
Chen Zhan: "This is also going to use a stage name."
Too many wrong things piled up together, Yin Ronglan sighed, and finally asked him for the first time what his plans were.
Chen Zhan responded calmly: "Increase commercial value."
Generously open the tailor-made script for him to look at—
During the day, he is an ordinary writer, and at night, he is a million-dollar food blogger.
No one knows that after these two identities, he is still a genius lyricist and the creator of the script "Variation"!
Yin Ronglan raised his eyebrows: ""Alteration"?"
Chen Zhan: "I'm still creating."
Yin Ronglan's eyes were complicated, and he continued to read:
Framed, betrayed, slandered... He was reborn in Nirvana, the king is back!
When one day, his veil was lifted by the world, and everyone was surprised to find that they... were all him!
Wait patiently for others to read it, and Chen Zhan asks for advice.
Yin Ronglan's calm appearance hides the thoughts that only he knows, and frankly... It's the first time he's seen it by adding crazy drama to himself.
Chen Zhan calmly closed the book: "Isn't it very attractive for a real person to counterattack the cycle?"
I couldn't find a suitable language evaluation for a while, and Yin Ronglan only said: "If you add the lifeline in charge of global economic development, it will be more perfect."
Chen Zhan: "This is more in line with your character."
The four looked at each other, and invariably stopped smiling.
After a long while, Yin Ronglan coughed softly: "Do you really want to follow this routine?"
Chen Zhan resumed his serious appearance: "Find a hot topic for the future in advance, in case of emergency."
The Internet is developed, new things are full of new things, and it is only a momentary thing to be out of breath.
Planning ahead is the long-term solution.
Yin Ronglan: "If you had been in business a few years earlier, maybe I would have an additional headache today."
Chen Zhan glanced at him: "My nemesis falling in love with me is also a hot topic at the moment."
Passing by a store and seeing two old people playing chess inside, Chen Zhan took a photo and posted it on Weibo without any text content.
Netizens' comments came quickly:
"Bai Xue, hot tea, small shop, so warm!"
"My brother is very good at taking pictures."
"Why does it always feel like a hint that he's playing a big game?"
"Upstairs, please have more sunshine in your heart."
"That is, just posting a picture, why so many dramas?"
The author has something to say: Later netizens: Wrong, he really has a lot of drama!