"Mr. Yan, what's the matter with you?"
Yan Lai snapped back to his senses, seeing the red umbrella over his head, Xie Fei was standing beside him.
After all, he couldn't see what the man looked like, but just that one glance was enough to take away his soul.
Yan Lai almost forgot everything, only the man in black holding an umbrella in the bamboo forest was left in his mind.
He pushed Xie Fei away frantically and rushed back to the room in a panic.
From day to night, from sunset to early morning, Yan Lai did not know how many manuscripts he had scrapped. For the first time, he hated his own incompetence, and doubted that even a great painter would be unable to depict the man in the bamboo forest.
There is no such pen in the world, if there is, it must be a fairy pen.
Two days later, Yan Lai finally finished a line draft.
Another day, he finished painting.
Yan Lai's brain was still excited, but his body was exhausted.
He instinctively uploaded the painting to Weibo, then turned his head and fell asleep on the table.
The autumn rain outside the window was pattering, and at two o'clock in the morning, the total number of Weibo posts of @particles increased from 21019 to 21020.
Yanlai has a small number of 100,000 fans, including jet lag parties and night owls. Because @particle is a talker, he posts about ten Weibo posts almost every day, and often shares his favorite works with netizens.
Fans are accustomed to opening replies and leaving comments that are nothing new.
"First!"
"Like me up."
"My wife doesn't go to bed at two o'clock? It's easy to bald if you stay up all night, and the top of your head is cool.jpg"
"Where did you go, madam? You haven't posted a blog for a few days. I want to call the police!"
"You have been resting for a long time. When will you wait for the new work?"
"I saw that the film and television project of "Mist Forest" was approved, but quietly sold the copyright?"
…
One after another, the speechless speeches were refreshed until someone clicked on the picture—
"… "
"..."
"Fuck!"
The moment everyone saw the picture, they felt a strong visual impact. It was caught off guard, so it was more profound. They have no intention of commenting on painting skills any more, no matter whether they are experts or laymen, they are the most ordinary netizens at this moment, they only know that this painting is beautiful.
Because beauty and unbeauty are the most intuitive, and there are only two most intuitive words left in their minds - FUCK!
Hundreds of "fucking troughs" lined up in a long line, grabbing hot reviews, netizens relied on their own souls to forward, and expanded the "fucking trough" team to thousands.
So, in such an ordinary rainy night, Yan Lai realized the highlight of his life.
He was on the hot search on Weibo in the middle of the night...
And, not bought.
It is easy for people in the media industry to distinguish whether it is a natural hot search or not. If it is really hot, they will also pay attention to it, and maybe they will be able to find a point that can be used from it, and they will be able to grab a wave of popularity.
As the intimate assistant of the popular Xiaosheng, Xiao Chen usually pays attention to the hot search situation. Once he finds a black hot search that is not conducive to Yu Li, he will notify the team in time.
Right now, he is sitting on the long sofa in the lounge, brushing Weibo while waiting for Yu Li to remove his makeup.
Today Yu Li was filming a big night scene, he had to follow him all the time, and he was so sleepy that he had a fight with his eyelids.
But when he swiped the picture on the hot search, the whole person was awake!
Xiao Chen, a straight man, a straight man who thinks he has high-level aesthetic taste, actually stared at a paper man of the same gender for three or four minutes, and even Yu Li didn't notice it.
Suddenly, his mobile phone was suddenly snatched away, Xiao Chen looked up blankly, and saw Yu Li staring at his mobile phone screen, his face as white as a dead person, and the bone-chilling chill all over his body almost froze him to pieces.
No, do you think he is fishing
That's not to be so angry, is it
Until Xiao Chen found that Yu Li was shaking uncontrollably, and finally realized the seriousness of the matter, he was agitated, got up and gently pulled Yu Li's sleeve: "Yu, what's wrong with Mr. Yu? Don't scare me! "
Yu Li didn't speak for a long time, and after a long while, he turned his eyes to him, his red eyes made him stand on the spot, and he lost his language ability for a while.
"What... is this?" Yu Li's voice was hoarse, as if he had swallowed sand in his throat.
Xiao Chen was already frightened by the other party's abnormality, his mind went blank, and he said incoherently: "Weibo, Weibo hot search, a blogger passed a picture, seems to be a cartoonist, the response is very good, we can create it on the cos picture. —”
The sound stopped abruptly.
Xiao Chen saw that his mobile phone was like a thin piece of paper in Yu Li's hands, twisted and deformed in an instant, and turned into tattered iron.
But he didn't have time to feel distressed, because Yu Li turned around and stepped out of the door, leaving him with a fleeting back.
"Mr. Yu, you haven't changed your clothes yet!"
"Where are you going!"
"Wait for me!"
Just as Xiao Chen was busy calling to inform the agent, Yan Lai also woke up from a short sleep.
There was still thick sleepiness in his eyes, and Nei Shuang's eyelids also became "Ou Shuang". He was extremely tired, and his limbs were so sore that he felt like he was run over by a truck.
Yan Lai sat up straight for a moment, only to hear a crisp "click", and the pain like a needle piercing instantly swept through his body.
He clutched his waist and sucked in a breath of cold air, almost not crying.
The pain stimulated his cerebral cortex, and Yan Lai finally woke up. He raised his eyes and looked at the wall clock in the room. It was past six o'clock in the morning.
Suddenly, Yan Lai froze for a moment, then swooped forward, grabbed the mouse and shook it vigorously—the screen that lit up displayed his Weibo homepage. Thousands of new fans, and more than 6,000 @.
Yan Lai: "..."
Done.
How could he send that picture out
Although he painted it, he painted it according to someone else's painting, without authorization at all, and will never be authorized.
Yan Lai didn't even click on the comment, and hurriedly deleted the Weibo, but he knew that doing so would not help at all, and the picture had already spread...
With a guilty conscience and guilt entrenched in his heart, Yan Lai scratched his hair irritably, and suddenly heard someone behind him ask, "Where did you see him?"
Yan Lai's first reaction was to see a ghost again, but when he turned his head, he found that there was a large living person in the room, and the other party was wearing a red robe, as if he had come from a thousand years ago, "Duanmu, Mr. Duanmu... How did you come in?" of?"
The corners of Yu Li's eyes twitched, and he was too lazy to correct Yan Lai's address at the moment, he pressed forward, "Ask you, say it."
Yan Lai was still in a daze, "Who did you see?"
"The person in your painting."
"You've seen that painting... No, how do you know it was painted by me?" Does the other party, a big star, still pay attention to his little painter? Even if he really paid attention, it was just a nihilistic ID, and he had never shown his face in public.
"I want to know, naturally." Yu Li didn't have the patience to talk nonsense with Yan Lai, and said bluntly: "You can see something beyond common sense, so, under what circumstances did you meet him?"
Yan Lai's pupils shrank, and the muscles all over his body tightened, and he subconsciously wanted to deny it. But when he met those eyes that knew everything, he still dared to change his words: "You, you tell me first, what is going on?"
Yu Li didn't expect that Yan Lai, who was very cowardly at first sight, would dare to talk to him about conditions. .
"Clang-clang-"
The wooden chair was torn apart, and Yan Lai also slumped on the ground among the sawdust.
"I said!" Yan Lai was so frightened that he was so scared that the courage he finally mustered flattened back like a torn balloon, "I-I saw him in the front yard of the inn..."
"What was unusual at that time?"
Yan Lai tried hard to recall, and finally caught a little inspiration, "Oh! By the way, I saw Boss Xie first, and he was also holding a red umbrella!"
When the words fell, he saw Yu Li's jaw clenched tightly and clenched his fist.
Yan Lai only thought that the other party was going to beat him, raised his arm to cover his face, but the expected pain never came.
"Don't you want to know what's going on?" Yu Li slowly released his hand after a moment of silence.
Next, Yan Lai heard the most incredible words in his life.
The lingering sound disappeared, and the room was silent.
After a long time, Yan Lai said abruptly, "So, I'm actually a chicken?"
"It's a chicken demon." Yu Li said coolly, "Are you a chicken that you don't know?"
"All the abnormalities in my body are due to the awakening of the blood vessels?"
This time Yu Li didn't answer, he didn't want to repeat the words again, and he wasn't interested in playing the mentally handicapped game with Yan Lai.
"What I see in my eyes is not a ghost, but a fragment of an afterimage that actually happened?"
"… "
"Then... the person in the painting is also an afterimage?"
Yu Li's beautiful long eyebrows frowned slightly, looking at the garden in the dim light outside the window, and there was a trace of confusion in his eyes.
In fact, Yan Lai shouldn't have seen it. After all, that person has disappeared for nearly five thousand years, unless... the magnetic field is unstable. There are many reasons for this situation, such as sudden magnetic field fluctuations, extreme natural phenomena, or two people with extremely similar magnetic fields, which overlap at a certain point.
But everyone's magnetic field is different, even between twins.
Yu Xinzhong has always had an answer, but he has always lacked Buju to solve the problem. Now that he has obtained some clues from Yanlai, he is only short of a finalized proof.
He didn't speak, and Yan Lai didn't ask any further questions.
In fact, what Yanlai wanted to hear most was "I'm joking", but his instinct told him that everything was true.
Gradually digesting the fact that he was a chicken demon, Yanlai began to worry about his own safety, "Then I am a demon, will there be a Taoist monk or something to arrest me? Will I be sent to the laboratory for slice research?"
Yu Li smiled sarcastically: "If you don't say it, ordinary people won't know."
"Manager Xiang and Xiang, too?" Yan Lai really cared.
"Yes."
"… you too?"
And this time, the answer to him was a blush who pushed the door and left.
The rain had stopped, Yu Li walked through the colorful and green garden, and when he came to the backyard, the sky had just broken.
He stopped in front of the small building, looking at the red lanterns swaying under the eaves, his eyes darkened.
Yu Li took a deep breath, and the fresh and moist air engulfed his lungs. When he pushed the door into the room, he saw Xie Fei walking down the stairs, humming a song that was out of tune.
"Mr. Yu? When did you come back?" There was no light in the living room, Xie Fei narrowed her eyes to see who it was, and asked with a smile, "Why are you still wearing ancient costumes? Is it a costume?"
Yu Li stood there, looking at Xie Fei silently from a distance, as if he was observing someone else through him.
"What's wrong?" Xie Fei sensed that the atmosphere was wrong.
Yu Li walked in front of Xie Fei step by step, raised his hand and touched the position just below his Adam's apple. He did the same thing when they met on the first day.
Xie Fei leaned back, her expression indescribable: "It's not good for you to be like this?"
Yu Li frowned, "What's wrong?"
Xie Fei saw that his confusion did not seem to be fake, so she could only say it: "I feel a little gay..."
Yu Li was stunned, then withdrew his hand as if he had been scalded, "Presumptuous!"
Xie Fei immediately corrected her attitude. Seeing that Yu Li was on the verge of becoming angry, she was afraid that the other party would ask him to pay back the money, so she hurriedly said: "It's just that I'm more sensitive there, if you insist on touching it, tell me earlier next time, I'll do it better. mentally prepare."
Yu Li's face turned red, shame and humiliation intertwined in his chest, he subconsciously wanted to defend himself, and suddenly heard one after another gasps.
He turned his head sharply, and saw three figures of different heights at the open gate.
The air froze instantly.
After a long time, Ah Fu's weak voice sounded: "Beat, disturbed..."
Then, Concubine Xiang's intriguing sigh: "Interesting..."
In the end, only Yinsu remained: "Gu."
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Concubine Xiang: Doubtful car
Alfred: No evidence
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