"This is the funniest, funniest and best concert I've ever seen."
The concert finally ended smoothly. Although there were two happy oceans in the middle, it did not have a negative impact on the concert at all, that is, it was a bit off. In short, all the fans who appeared on the stage were very happy. It can be said that watching Great experience.
"Thank you for spending such a fun night with me."
Wu Tong walked out of the gymnasium, smiled at Meng Fan and said, "No, strictly speaking, you really brought this fun."
Meng Fan smiled wryly: "I'm helpless too, am I that funny?"
Wu Tong pondered for two seconds: "Yes."
What else can Meng Fan say, you are right.
"By the way, when are you going back to school? Do you want to go back together?" Wu Tong and Meng Fan walked towards the side of the road, meeting fans and saying hello to Meng Fan from time to time, obviously they became famous through this concert.
Wu Tong's invitation was very attractive, but after thinking about it, Meng Fan still shook his head: "I'm going back to Wenzhou, I haven't been home for a long time."
It's been a long time, if I hadn't been reborn, I wouldn't have seen you again!
"Okay, see you at the school." Wu Tong pointed to a car with double flashing lights not far away, and said, "My brother is here to pick me up."
"Um."
Meng Fan nodded and waved his hand.
Wu Tong got into the car, the car left, and Meng Fan reached out to stop a taxi.
…
"Explain!"
Meng Caiwei opened the door, then walked back, and sat on the sofa in the living room with a big knife and a golden horse, and threw out a sentence with great momentum.
"Explain what?"
The corner of Meng Fan's mouth twitched, and he pointed to the high heels on Meng Caiwei's feet: "What kind of high heels do you wear at home? Is this to increase the momentum of your questioning?"
"Don't talk to me about anything else." Meng Caiwei stagnated, then pulled it up again, and stretched out two fingers, "Two things. First, who is that woman!"
"Sister Bai sent it to you, right?" Meng Fan said with an expression I knew, "Then shouldn't she also tell her that Wu Tong is my college classmate?"
"That's it?" Meng Caiwei cast a sideways glance at Meng Fan, seeing that he was unwilling to say more, she said, "The reason why you suddenly started running is because this beautiful girl with traditional Chinese paintings runs every morning, right?"
Meng Fan took a piece of cranberry biscuit, tasted it tasted pretty good, and ate another piece, then said, "Gentina Qin told you, why do you still ask me?"
"So, you don't like boys?" Meng Caiwei was disappointed.
Cough cough cough.
Meng Fan almost choked to death.
"Okay, girls are fine too." Meng Caiwei sighed, "Forget it, forget it, as long as you like it."
Meng Fan was really convinced: "What do you mean by forgetting, what do you mean by good, good, and what does it mean that you look helplessly compromised!"
"lets change a topic."
Meng Caiwei directly skipped such an important matter, and looked like she really didn't want to continue the chat, fearing that she would be sad if she talked too much, "The second thing, what's the matter with laughing like that at the concert?"
She almost laughed, but Meng Caiwei didn't think much about it, thinking that she had stayed at home for a long time.
Laughing like that up and down the concert, the people present would not laugh too much, thinking that it was because of the atmosphere that the smiles would be contagious.
But Meng Caiwei, who knew about this, couldn't stop thinking about it.
When Meng Fan heard about this, he immediately became anxious: "I still want to know! Why did it seem to be my fault? I just smiled. You are not allowed to laugh when you are watching a concert. This is worse than not being allowed to stand." It’s too high to be too high! I just smiled like this, why did everyone laugh, making me look like a joke! Look at me, laughing like this, is it funny?”
Seeing Meng Fan grinning, Meng Caiwei was inexplicably happy, but it seemed that she was not as exaggerated as yesterday, and she also smiled, no, no, no, she grinned, but not like crazy.
This... Is it really because I stayed at home for too long yesterday
Everyone at the concert is also in a good mood
In fact, it has little to do with Meng Fan
Seeing that Meng Caiwei didn't laugh, Meng Fan was also relieved. Fortunately, the contagiousness of this smile can be reduced if he forcibly controls it. Otherwise, he will not be able to laugh well in the future.
With a smile, everyone around him twitched, so what's going on!
Glancing at Meng Caiwei's expression, it seemed that the matter was over, so she took another piece of cranberry biscuit and put it in her mouth, and said, "I'm going home tomorrow, do you want to go back? Anyway, you're bored here all day long." In the house, why don't you go back and let mom make up for you."
"Come on, what mom cooks is edible!" Thinking of the days when she was dominated by her dark cooking, Meng Caiwei shuddered all over, and then thought of something, and said, "You don't have to go back, mom seems like I went to find my father. Where is my father...?"
After thinking about it for a long time, I didn't remember it.
Forget it, don't think about it, he studies all kinds of buildings all over the world all year round, who knows where he is.
"Not at home? I've told her before that I'm going back, but I didn't say anything." Meng Fan was depressed.
Meng Caiwei smiled and said: "That must be to let you go back and make a fuss, and then wait for you to call and ask her where she is, and she will say, guess what, that picture is definitely what my mother would like to see. Ouch, so Once I said it, I regretted telling you." After a pause, he said seriously, "Actually, I was just teasing you just now, and my mother is at home."
"Meng Caiwei, with your acting skills, you still want to win the Best Actress, just dream!"
"What is thinking, is it okay!"
"Yes, yes, queen of high heels!"
Meng Fan picked up all the remaining cranberry biscuits and went back to his room.
After hesitating for a while, he still sent a WeChat message to Wu Tong: "My mother is not at home, so I will go back to Hangzhou instead of going to Wenzhou."
After about five minutes, Wu Tong replied: "I looked at the tickets, and there are still quite a lot of tickets at 1 o'clock tomorrow afternoon. Do you want to go back together?"
"good!"
Meng Fan was very happy, but he would not be so stupid as to ask your brother if he will send you off or something like that.
"Your ID number is sent."
"33038119..."
"Buy it. Get on the train at South Station at 1:30 in the afternoon. Arrive at the station before 1:00."
"Well, how much is the ticket?"
"I didn't see clearly, you ask again!"
"Ah, what happened just now?"
Meng Fan hesitated.
After chatting for a while, Meng Fan started to draw illustrations, adding to the illustrations that had been dragged before, and when he reached the thirteenth drawing, his mind clicked.
"Ding! Complete the task [Illustrator] process three; rewards: points +500, drawing skills +3, imagination +1."
So far, Meng Fan has drawn a total of 500 illustrations.
From the first picture after the start of the mission to the present, less than a month has passed, and 500 illustrations have been drawn in less than a month, and the quality and quantity are still guaranteed. This is definitely a terrifying number.
Although Meng Fan didn't know many illustrators, he was sure that there were not many people in the industry who could do this.
After adding three points to his painting skills, Meng Fan's painting skills have already increased to +6. Adding in his not-so-weak painting skills, Meng Fan's painting skills at this time can beat more than 90% of practitioners.
"The drawing skills have improved further, just in time to catch up with my own creation of comics."
In terms of imagination, the metaphysical attribute, for Meng Fan, is to increase the chance of inspiration bursting out, and only God knows when the effect will come out.
"Clang! Clang!"
There was a knock on the door, and Meng Caiwei called out: "Are you asleep, have you come out and have something to eat with me?"
"I was woken up by you when I fell asleep, okay?"
Meng Fan rolled his eyes and started drooling when he got to the table.
"Actually, if you're not an actor, you can support yourself with your cooking skills." Meng Fan started to eat, which was regarded as a high praise.
Meng Caiwei also rolled her eyes: "With my sister's looks, if I don't work hard to become an actress, I will only be forced to marry into a wealthy family and become a young mistress. How can I have the opportunity to cook by myself?"
"Are you afraid that you have misunderstood the rich family?"
"Are you afraid that you have misunderstood my temper?"