The big shots are jealous of me [Entertainment]

Fang Fang spent this time in confession.

What did she do wrong to pass her idol so perfectly! ! !

After regretting for many days, she was listless in everything she did. It wasn't until Jiarui poked her privately, saying that it was an emergency at the front line, that she cheered up and actively devoted herself to the career of ranking.

After restarting the list, I realized that the situation is really not optimistic, especially the most important award for the best newcomer of the year, which was still ranked first two days ago. The champion Liang Yuanlin took the lead and fell behind by a large number of votes.

Jia Rui's voice was quite anxious: "We are in a hurry for the ranking team, and even those two local tyrants have followed us to play the ranking."

The "two local tyrants" refer to the two local tyrants who donated [-] yuan to build a website and other fan activities. These two people are usually very busy. Although they joined the support club early in the morning, they are very Less bubbling, except for licking the screen with the big guys when a new picture comes, the most common sentence is-is it still short of money?

In the past two days, the situation in the ranking group was not good, and the two were forced to roll up their sleeves and come to the battle in person.

Jia Rui said again: "Fang Fang, you don't know, the two of them didn't go to bed until two or three in the morning last night, and got up early this morning to continue working. They worked harder than us!"

Fang Fang hurried to the group to have a look. Sure enough, the two local tyrants got up early this morning to play the rankings, and they were boringly fighting each other while doing the rankings.

Zai Zai is the best: Lao Yu, can you do it? How long has it been since you called ten numbers?Are you getting older and in poor health?

Yu: Get out.

Zai Zai is the best: Here are some photos of Zai Zai’s immortals to refresh you [smile]

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When Fang Fang clicked in, she happened to see the photo sent by this local tycoon. She licked the screen happily for a while, and was stunned when she scrolled to the last one.

When did this photo come out?

Haven't seen it!

After really thinking about it, Jia Rui's private stamp came: [Fang Fang, look at the last picture sent by the boss! 】

Fang Fang: [I see, the latest private picture, I haven't seen it. 】

Jia Rui: [Fuck!You said that this boss is not really a staff member of the cub? 】

The two of them had actually discussed this issue in private, and they agreed that judging from the frontline maps sent by the two local tyrants, they were probably insiders.

This time, I didn't pay attention to the private pictures of the scene in a secret environment, which shows my identity.

While discussing, the other side may also find that the wrong photo was sent, so they immediately clicked to withdraw.

Fang Fang: 【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh why did you withdraw it! !That picture is so pretty! !My boy in white, my beautiful profile! 】

Jia Rui: [Sister, I saved it hahahahahaha]

Fang Fang: [Fuck, sister! 】

Fang Fang: [Let's not talk about it, my mother is playing the list, let me log in to her account for her. 】

Jia Rui: [? ? ?Auntie...is she still playing? ?Cooking friend? ? ?Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha】

Fang Fang: 【………】

Jia Rui: [Fuck?What does the ellipsis mean?Is it true?Sister, don't scare me! 】

Fang Fang didn't answer any more. She had already gone to her mother, Ms. Liu, to help her log in to her account. After a while, she worked on the verification code, and it took a few minutes to get it done.

Ms. Liu was very happy, and yelled into the phone: "Neighbors, don't worry, you won't do it. Come to my house. My daughter will teach you how to change numbers and make rankings! My house is in Unit 3, Building 2... ..."

Fang Fang: "???"

Ten minutes later, a group of grandpas and aunts stood in their living room chattering:

"Girl, what did you do?"

"How many numbers can be registered with a mobile phone number?"

"Where to switch accounts?"

"Why do you need my verification code? Hey, where are my reading glasses..."

Fang Fang: "..."

"Hey, neighbors, everyone, sit down! Listen to me, one mobile phone number can register 2 chart numbers. After logging in to the chart page, there is a 'Settings' in the upper right corner. Did you see that? That's right... ..."

Fang Fang talked dryly, and finally taught the group of neighbors in the neighborhood. Just as she was about to drink some water to quench her thirst, she saw Uncle Zeng walking in front of her: "Girl, can I trouble you to teach this lesson again?" Post in this group, my comrades-in-arms have nothing to do after retirement, I asked them to join us in the rankings!"

Ms. Liu's eyes lit up: "That's right! You, Mr. Zeng, were the company commander before you retired from the army. If you don't mention it, I'd forget it!"

Fang Fang looked at the old faces covered with chicken blood, and sighed with shame: "...you... you are too hardworking!"

Ms. Liu gave her a white look: "It's okay if you don't fight! Our family is so short of votes? Besides, Yanyan has posted on Moments for this matter, why don't we hurry up and do something?"

In fact, Song Yan not only posted on Moments, but also on Weibo.

Brother Wu specially called to explain this matter, to the effect that Liang Yuanlin is backed by a big company, and the best newcomer award this time should be out of the question, so give him a vaccination in advance, but well, even if he can't win the award, how much We also have to open a business, and have a positive attitude.

So Song Yan quickly edited a piece of text asking for a list, and sent it to Moments and the Weibo homepage in a businesslike manner.

Just after sending it out, I received a call from the dean's grandmother.

Putting on a scarf and mask, he ran to the orphanage with Lu Zhen. As soon as he entered the yard, he saw a big tree lying crookedly on the ground.

It is about ten meters high and spans almost the entire dam. The crown of the tree hits the outer wall of the opposite activity room, and the thick and long branches are horizontal in the center of the dam. There is obviously a big hole where the tree root breaks.

Song Yan looked at the scene in front of him, and didn't come back to his senses: "Grandma, this..."

The dean's little old lady sighed: "It was blown down by the wind last night. Hey, after so many days of storms, I knew that nothing good would happen. Look, our old sycamore tree was blown down." !"

Song Yan frowned: "Why is the tree empty?"

The little old lady's attention was suddenly diverted, and she swayed to the root of the tree with her short legs: "Damn, it was eaten by moths, and the roots inside are all rotten, otherwise it would be impossible to be scraped down."

Song Yan squatted down and stretched out his hand.

Sure enough, it didn't take much effort to break off a loose piece of wood.

He was very distressed, "This sycamore has been with our orphanage for many years."

The little old lady: "That's right, you crawled a lot when you were a child! Your ass is scratched, so I don't listen."

Lu Zhenli made a phone call at the door and asked Li Te's assistant to come and clean it up. Just as he hung up the phone and came over, he heard the little old lady's words, squinted at him, and raised her lips: "Can you still climb trees?"

Song Yan raised his chin triumphantly: "That's not right! When I was young, I was very good at climbing trees, and no one dared to be the number one! Yuan Wei and Zhao Xingye are a few years older than me, and they can't climb me!"

When he said this, the little old lady also became interested: "Oh, Yanyan climbed trees at that time, it was amazing, and won a lot of candy paper."

Lu Zhen was slightly puzzled: "Candy paper?"

Song Yan smiled: "That's right! When I was young, I didn't have candy to eat, and I was very greedy. Everyone always likes to pick up some colorful candy wrappers on the side of the road and save them. They can be used as toys and watch them. I picked them up from other children. I won all the candy wrappers!"

The little old lady also remembered these distant memories. A kind smile gradually appeared on her old face. She raised her head and was about to say something, but she saw the tall man opposite turned her head and looked down at Song Yan with indifferent eyes. There was also a soft smile on his face.

The little old lady was stunned, her eyes turned around between the two, but she shook her head with a smile, leaning on crutches, and rushed away the children who were watching the fun.

Song Yan didn't notice anything strange at all, and kept talking to Lu Zhen about interesting things about her childhood, her eyes lit up as she spoke, "By the way, I still carved my name on this sycamore tree when I was young! "

He bent down excitedly, turned left and right along the tree trunk, "Hey, where did it go?"

Lu Zhen lifted his foot, took two steps, squatted down, and looked up from one side.

Reach out and touch the uneven tree trunk: "Here?"

Song Yan leaned over, lowered his head for a few serious glances, and suddenly raised his voice several times: "Yes, yes, yes, this is right here!"

Excitedly, he stretched out his hand, caressed the shallow incision, and pointed to the pulp, "I just learned to write not long ago, and when the dean's grandma was not paying attention, I stole a small knife and carved it here quietly."

Song Yan glanced left and right, lowered his voice, "The dean's grandma doesn't even know yet."

Lu Zhen smiled, and said in a low voice, "So skinny? No wonder you got spanked."

He moved two inches on the web of his index finger, clicked on the word "Song", and then stroked across the immature name of the boy's notebook. fingertips.

It seems to have a light taste of sycamore.

Song Yan's fingertips were a little itchy, and a few fingers curled up unconsciously.

He coughed uncomfortably, "Ah, yes, I was quite skinny when I was a child."

As he said that, he glanced at the big tree that fell on the ground, and his eyes were a little emotional: "But now I don't have a chance to think about it."

During the conversation, a group of people came in, and within a short time they cleaned up the fallen tree. Song Yan looked at the suddenly empty yard, and remembered the scene of playing around the tree when he was a child. It was quite sentimental.

However, just a few seconds after feeling sad, another group of people came in with tools such as shovels. The last person was carrying a small tree. The roots were packed in a big plastic bag, together with the soil. Together, they were sent in.

Lu Zhen looked at him sideways, and bent her lips: "I think there is still a chance."

"what?"

Lu Zhen didn't speak any more, just got up, walked to the group of people, said a few words in a low voice with light eyebrows.

These people immediately got busy. Someone handed him a shovel and made a few gestures in mid-air, as if teaching him how to use it.

Lu Zhen nodded to show that he knew, took off his coat, threw it on the chair next to him, rolled his shirt sleeves to his elbows, and walked to the removed tree pit with a shovel.

Song Yan came back to his senses: "Lu Zhen?"

"Ok?"

"You want to plant a new sapling?"

"Ah."

Lu Zhen didn't say any more, just bent down like a worker, shoveled a shovel of fresh soil from the side, and filled it in the tree hole.

At the beginning, I was still a beginner, and I stuttered when doing things.

But the more proficient it became later on.

Song Yan stood not far away, watching him bent over, with a calm face, repeating the action of shoveling soil, with a focused look.

He moved his lips, "...Lu Zhen."

Lu Zhen stopped what she was doing, turned her head, and said calmly, "Come here and give me a hand."

Song Yan paused for a moment, then bent his eyes and nodded heavily: "Hmm!"

When he approached, Lu Zhen pointed to the sapling with a diameter of less than ten centimeters: "This sycamore is three years old this year, and in another 20 years, it will grow so thick."

He gestured with his hand, then turned his head, facing Song Yan, "When the time comes, do as you please."

Song Yan did the math, 20 years!

He had a bitter face, "Then I'm already an old man, how can I be so rude!"

Lu Zhen laughed: "You're only forty, why are you an old man?"

Song Yan thought about what would happen 20 years later, and was a little happy: "Exercise well, it shouldn't be difficult to climb a tree at the age of 40, but I'm afraid I won't be able to get down by then."

Lu Zhen picked up the shovel and said softly, "Just jump down."

After a pause, "I will follow you under the tree."

Song Yan was slightly stunned, and looked up at him.

Lu Zhen had already bent down again and planted the tree seriously.

The winter in Pingcheng is cold. At this moment, he is only wearing a white shirt, but a little sweat oozes from his forehead. He is facing himself sideways, and a gray-black stain on his tall nose is particularly conspicuous.

Clothes and shoes were also stained with some fresh dirt.

Song Yan lowered his head, the corners of his eyes and brows slowly curled up, and he hummed softly.

Half an hour later, a small sycamore tree replaced the previous sycamore tree and stood upright in the tree pit.

The staff killed the insects, fertilized them, fixed the trunk with tools, and surrounded it.

Lu Zhen picked up the suit jacket that was put aside, looked at Song Yan's happy eyes, and asked with a smile, "Do you like it?"

Song Yan turned around, looked at him, and said softly, "I like it."

After a few seconds, the boy's voice came softly in the earthy air: "I answered your question yesterday."

Lu Zhen paused slightly for putting on her clothes.

He suddenly raised his eyes and stared straight at the young man who was less than two meters away.

Question from yesterday?

——Do you like me, Song Yan? ——

Song Yan lowered his head, walked up to him, stretched out his hand, and helped him put on his coat.

He stroked the tie knot that had been distorted at some point with his fingers, and straightened it up little by little.

Song Yan was a little nervous.

His ears were already burning red, and his nails dug into his slightly sweaty palms unconsciously. After taking two deep breaths silently, he mustered up the courage to look up and meet his dark pupils.

"like."