Downstairs of the company is a small group of fans carrying cannons all year round, three hundred and sixty-five days a year, day and night, rain or shine.
Make beds and mats when it’s hot, set up a tent when it’s cold, order takeout when you’re hungry, lean against each other for a while when you’re sleepy, and look at the heavier-than-human backpack filled with spare batteries for cameras and charging phones. precious.
Once, a delivery boy came to deliver food and shouted, "Which is Song Pianran's wife? Song Pianran's wife, your takeout has arrived!"
On the small lawn beside the door, a dozen girls stood up in unison.
Later, everyone consciously assigned a number to themselves, and when ordering takeaway, the name was written "Song Pianran's first wife", "Song Pianran's second wife"... and so on, the serial number is not capped.
The wives line up, holding the number plate of love.
According to Lao Li, the company's guard, the number of Song Pianran's wives who have appeared now has been ranked No. 88, and eight of them are male.
Lao Li's wife, a cleaning aunt in the company, also took the number 47 wife in order to keep up with the trend. For this reason, the two fought hotly and then coldly. They fought for half a month, almost triggering an elderly marriage drama.
The poor lawn was trampled by the wives, and it was sparse and sparse, and the grass was very ugly. Because of this, the sanitation bureau issued a fine to the company for destroying the grass and a fine of 5,000.
Later, I thought of a way to put a sign on the lawn with the words "Song Taiping" written in three big characters. I also posted a photo of Zhang Song Pianran sitting on the lawn smiling awkwardly, with the following small slogan:
Love lightly, love our common small home.
This method really worked, the wives immediately moved their positions, instead of nesting on the lawn, they moved to the flat ground at the gate.
A month later, the Sanitation Bureau came again, this time with a fine of 10,000 because the lawn was completely bald.
After the lawn was named "Song Taiping", the wives loved it too much, but the problem was that it was too much.
When I have nothing to do, I go to water and fertilize it, sprinkle a little crispy corner Wangzai steamed buns every three days, dig a hole for ten days and a half months and bury a few photos of Song Pianran, and silently chant the mantra "Plant in spring. A Song Pianran can harvest a lawn in autumn."
It turned out that the lawn looked a little pitiful, and there were still so many grasses. After being tossed like this, he is now completely bald, the kind that can't be saved by pouring a hundred bottles of Bawang's hair growth water.
This incident later made social news, and one of Song Pianran's black nicknames, "Mr. Chopping Grass", came from here.
Sure enough, it conforms to one of the iron laws of the rice circle: rice is cooked as it is cooked, Song Pianran's wives are exactly the same as Song Pianran's, and the family carved out of a mold is correct.
The car drove downstairs, and the group of little girls were sitting cross-legged on the ground playing cards. When they saw a car approaching, they flicked the cards in their hands, and they came around with cameras.
The front seat door opened, and Su Cindy walked out of the car with a small bag and Nana. The girls "cut" and dispersed.
Before she could sit back cross-legged, the back seat door opened again. Song Pianran was wearing a baseball cap with a low brim, straddling her long legs, and got out of the car.
The scene was eerily silent for a second, and then—
"Ahhh!"
"Live! Live!"
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Husband!"
"Brother, look at the camera! Brother, let's laugh!"
Song Pianran's phone fell on the seat, I grabbed it and jumped out of the car: "Boss, your hand..."
The shutter clicked and screams erupted, and a group of girls surrounded Song Pianran and walked in. I was behind, and I could only see the black baseball cap that Song Pianran was wearing during the crowd.
The fans expressed their love hoarsely, and their voices were like an invisible barrier, separating me from Song Pianran.
I clutched Song Pianran's phone tightly, feeling inexplicably sentimental.
Song Pianran always gave me the illusion that I was very close to him. But in fact, he was born in the spotlight, the one who shines in the crowd. I was so far away from him that even when I was behind him, he couldn't hear me calling him.
I unconsciously licked the corners of my mouth, always feeling a little uncomfortable.
I tell myself, I am purely old father mentality. The stupid son has grown up and is about to get married. Can I, a father, not be emotional
Thinking about it this way, it really feels a lot more comfortable.
"Huh?" A little fan walking behind the crowd saw me, "Aren't you the one who had an accident with your brother's car?"
She frowned and stared at me. I didn't expect to be recognized, and I was stunned in the spot.
The people in front also noticed me, stopped, turned around in unison, and began to whisper.
"It's him, the man in the photo."
"Is he the one who was hacked by the marketing account?"
"I'm really pissed, I dare to come to the company."
…
I have never seen this kind of battle. My hearing suddenly became extremely sharp, every word was captured clearly, the brain information was instantly loaded, and there was a continuous blank.
The black shot was facing me, like some kind of devouring monster, and the shutter roared and drowned me.
My eyes were sore from the flash, and I raised my hand to cover my face: "Don't shoot me, don't shoot me."
The knight with the piggy doll hanging on his backpack turned away from the camera monster and came to me.
Song Pianran put a hat on my head and pressed the brim down. It was his own baseball cap.
He took me by the shoulders and took me to the company. I shrugged my shoulders tightly and lowered my head. I saw his sneakers step forward, steady and firm, just like my heartbeat at the moment.
"Isn't it enough to shoot me? Do you want to shoot other people?"
I heard him say to fans with a little playfulness and grievance in his voice.
"Ah!"
"Look here, brother! Smile!"
The crowd started screaming again, and with my head down I could feel the scorching frequency and brightness of the flash.
Song Pianran raised the hand that held my shoulder slightly, covering my eyes with her palm.
"Close your eyes," he whispered, hot breath on my earlobe.
My heart skipped a beat in an instant.
Song Pianran swiped the card to open the door of the company, pushed me into the door first, then stuck his head out and rushed to the fan door to compare his heart.
"You can only send my photos, otherwise I'll be jealous."
I leaned against the door, one hand on my chest.
I don't know if Song Pianran is jealous or not, all I know is that I was just like being fished out of a vinegar vat. My legs were weak and my whole body was numb. Trembling slightly.
I closed my eyes and calmed my breath.
He must have been frightened at the door just now, before he was frightened and sick.
That must be the reason, yes.
It's all because I'm sick.
The author has something to say
(Office romance progress bar is 30% loaded)
Qi Yu: I'm scared, it's all because of you
Song Pianran: Oh? I'd rather want you to accept Mi Qing
(Continue the liver paper, take a walk)