Early the next morning, the alarm wakes up Ranfeng.
After waking up, Ranfeng did not get up immediately, but habitually opened WeChat.
As soon as I opened it, I saw a small red 1 in the discovery column of WeChat.
He opened the circle of friends, and a new prompt immediately popped up: the love object [Xingxing] liked it.
Ranfeng lowered his eyes, swiped his finger across the little heart that Ji Xingchen had named for his own note, and laughed.
It's no wonder that people who are in a relationship like to change some intimate notes for their partner, or both parties to take a couple's name.
Accidentally seeing that exclusive title will really make people feel good, and it can also add a lot of ambiguous little fun.
Thinking of this, Ranfeng returned to the WeChat chat interface and sent a message to Ji Xingchen.
Feng: Are you awake
It is 7:11 in the morning, and Ranfeng knows that in terms of Ji Xingchen's biological clock, he is definitely getting up.
A few minutes after he sent the message, the other party did not reply to him.
Ranfeng was not in a hurry. After getting up and taking a shower, he went to the cloakroom to change into a set of clothes.
After doing everything, he looked at the phone again, but the other party was very surprised and did not reply.
Ranfeng guessed that Ji Xingchen had something to do, so he glanced at Ji Xingchen's new note name displayed in the upper left corner of the chat page.
He suddenly moved, and changed his WeChat name to [my].
Just after unilaterally announcing that he and Ji Xingchen had formed a couple's name, Ranfeng felt that he had been deceived.
Otherwise, how could he be so naive, secretly doing something that even a junior high school student couldn't do.
He opened his phone again, ready to change his name back.
At this moment, WeChat jumped out a message.
Love object [star]: wake up wake up
Love object [star]: I just didn't see the news at the check-in
Suddenly, the words "incomparably fresh love object" popped up on the phone.
Ranfeng squinted his eyes, satisfied for a while.
Love object [Xingxing]: Brother Feng, why did you change your name
Ji Xingchen noticed the change in Boss Wanfeng's name almost at first sight.
Because he didn't change the remarks to the boss.
It was too sudden when he added the boss's WeChat before, and the boss has always used wind as his name, which is simple and straightforward, so he forgot about it.
I suddenly swiped my two words today, and I was a little unaccustomed to it at first.
Mine: nothing, whim
Love object [star]: [surprised]
Brother Feng's whimsical name is a bit too magical, and he just wants to kill obsessive-compulsive disorder.
mine
my what
Ji Xingchen felt that his obsessive-compulsive disorder was about to break out, and he hesitated whether to put a note on Brother Feng immediately.
However, just as he was about to practice, he found that the other party's name had returned to normal.
Feng: Checking in so early, you want to go out
Love Object [Star]: Yes
Love object [star]: kpl said that they wanted to make a promotional poster for me, and asked me to go to their place to shoot together today
The time between the end of the Glory Points Tournament and the KPL final is less than two weeks away.
In two weeks, I have to coordinate the personal information of the three anchors, the arrangement of the competition system, the hotel accommodation, the promotional copywriting and the post-picture stage, etc. The time is very tight, so the kpl organizer is in a hurry, so I gave him an order. The plane ticket asked him to go and shoot the poster today.
Ranfeng also took a poster of the King's Glory endorsement not long ago, and I understood when I heard Ji Xingchen say it.
Feng: Do you know how to shoot
Love object [star]: Isn't it just like taking pictures
Dye Feng smiled.
Wind: Of course not
Ranfeng has seen the photos taken by some professional players and anchors when they participated in the event.
The vast majority of the posters produced are tragic and rudimentary, and the effect is not ideal.
Of course there are two reasons for this.
On the one hand, the players and anchors are amateurs and have little experience in shooting.
On the other hand, the photography team assigned to the anchor to take pictures is not as professional and patient as the entertainment industry.
All the pictures of their spokespersons and promotion ambassadors have to be reviewed by the team.
But the anchor is obviously impossible to have such treatment.
Ranfeng was not sure whether the photographer Ji Xingchen met was reliable, but he didn't want Ji Xingchen's face to be ruined for no reason, so he switched the text to voice and told him some shooting skills.
Ji Xingchen wrote them down one by one.
Love object [star]: Brother Feng, are you a model? know so much!
wind: no
Ji Xingchen wanted to reply again, but seeing that the plane was about to take off, he was about to turn off his phone.
He's not used to putting his phone in airplane mode, and every time he takes a plane, he shuts it down and takes a nap.
Love object [star]: Brother Feng, the plane is about to take off
Love Object [Star]: Let's talk later
wind: good
Wind: when it's time to say
After chatting with Ji Xingchen, Ranfeng asked his assistant to retrieve the cake and model he ordered.
Today is his nephew's sixth birthday. Ranfeng has pushed all the schedules and prepares to go back to celebrate Xiaobawang's birthday.
Because it was a family banquet, Ranfeng did not let the driver deliver it, and drove nearly two hours by himself to get home.
As soon as his car entered the garage of the villa, he was stopped by his aunt and his little nephew who was digging mud on the lawn next to him.
Seeing that his uncle was back, Lin Haogan laughed and wanted to pounce on Ranfeng, regardless of the darkness in his hand.
"Uncle!! Uncle!! Let me see what gift you brought me!"
Lin Haogan is young, but he has his own aesthetics.
He especially likes good-looking things, so he especially likes dyeing maples.
Every time I saw Ranfeng, I was like a little follower, walking around him.
Before Lin Hao's dirty hands could poison his clothes, Ranfeng blocked him with a model.
"Take it, here."
The little child was immediately distracted.
"Wow! Airplane model!" Lin Haoqian, who was suddenly satisfied, immediately reached out and hugged the model.
"Why is it so heavy!" The box was so big that Lin Haogan couldn't hold it at all.
Ranfeng handed the cake to the aunt behind him, walked in a row with Lin Haoqian, and carried a model box to help him share the weight.
"You'll find out later."
The two walked to the living room, and seeing that there was no one in the living room, Ranfeng asked, "Where are your parents?"
At this time, Lin Haoqian only had the model in his eyes, and he didn't talk to him if he could hear what Ranfeng said.
Ranfeng reached out his hand to stop him from opening the box, and asked again, "Where are your parents?"
Lin Haogan pointed to the second floor with his little finger, "Chat with grandpa upstairs."
After he finished speaking, he wanted to open the model box again.
"Go wash your hands first."
Ranfeng took his little nephew's hand and glanced at the study on the second floor, guessing that his sister and brother-in-law had something to talk about with their father, so they didn't bother.
Recently, his father is going to hand over the family business to his sister, so there are many things that need to be explained slowly.
After washing his hands, Lin Haogan rushed out without wanting to stay for a moment.
Immediately he buried his head and opened the box.
However, when he finally opened his precious gift and saw that it was filled with various exercise books from the first grade of elementary school, he opened his mouth and almost cried.
"Uncle, I don't like you anymore!"
Ranfeng saw Lin Haogan's aggrieved appearance and said with a smile, "Look further down."
Lin Haoqian hesitated for a few seconds, then blinked with a shriveled mouth, as if hesitating again to believe it.
In the end, I couldn't resist the temptation of my favorite model. After removing the exercise book covered on the top, I saw my beloved airplane model.
Lin Haoqian is happy again!
"Uncle, take a picture of me with your phone."
Although Lin Haoqian is young, he has his own style when it comes to modeling.
He likes to stack all the parts together and take a picture before putting it together.
When he's done putting the model together, he'll also take another picture of the finished build.
In the end, he also asked people to make these pictures into one.
According to him, it looks like it will double his sense of accomplishment.
Knowing his habit, Ranfeng unlocked the phone to him.
That's right, Lin Haoqian not only wants to take pictures, but also takes pictures himself, and it takes a long time to take a picture.
Ranfeng stayed with Lin Haogan for a while, and was called out by his mother.
His mother used to like to write poetry, but in recent years, she has suddenly become obsessed with writing songs.
So every time Ranfeng came back, it was inevitable to be called over to appreciate her original song.
Although Ranfeng's mother is nearly 60 years old, and although the song is written in a mess due to lack of systematic knowledge of music theory, the lyrics are relatively good.
He doesn't really want to be a singer, he writes happily to pass the time, and his requirements are not high.
Ranfeng made some adjustments for her after listening carefully, and the mother and son returned to the living room chatting.
"I watched a draft recently, and there was a kid in it, what's the name of it, a reader."
"Mom, it's a rapper, rap." It was Ranzhao, Ranfeng's sister, who spoke.
Ran Zhao, along with his husband and Ran's father, heard the words of their mother as soon as the three of them got out of the family elevator.
She corrected, "The reader is actually sarcasm."
Mom understood that she had misunderstood, and nodded, "Yes, it's a rapper. This type of song is pretty good, catchy, but a bit fast."
After she finished speaking, she turned to look at Ranfeng, "Son, are you as rua as them when you sing?"
The single syllable of this rua made Ranfeng almost unable to hold back.
"Looking at the style of the song, if some are suitable, I will add some in..."
Ranfeng explained to her mother as simply as possible.
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly saw Lin Haoqian rush out holding his mobile phone high.
Lin Haoqian quickly ran towards Ranfeng, and at the same time informed his uncle very loudly—
"Uncle, uncle, your love, love, right, elephant, send, message, message to you!"