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Xiang Mingqiu was cutting watermelon in the kitchen, while Duan Yan was bored in the living room alone, saw a plate of hard fruit candies on the coffee table, took one and threw it into his mouth, found it was so unpalatable, so he threw up again come out.

There are three or four red, white and blue bags piled up on the floor next to the trash can. The zippers of the bags are all open, and they are full of clothes. There are spring, summer, autumn and winter in each season.

"These are all yours?" Duan Yan squatted down, picked up the clothes in the bag and flipped through them.

Xiang Mingqiu turned his head and glanced at the living room, and replied, "I cleared out some old clothes that I didn't wear in the past few days, and I plan to donate them to the donation box in the community."

Boss and Xiao Di were having an argument because of a torn rag at this time. They were chasing each other crazily in the living room. Xiao Di ran too fast and couldn't stop the car, and hit Duan Yan's back completely.

It hurts me to death, before Duan Yan can settle accounts with it, that little heartless one turns around and runs away with his tongue out.

"Get the hell out of here!"

Duan Yan supported his sore back, stood up and went to chase the dog.

Xiao Di heard a trace of sullenness in the master's voice, quickened his pace, rushed into Xiang Mingqiu's room, and crawled under the bed regardless.

"Don't hide if you have the guts!" Duan Yan quickly grabbed the dog by its hind legs and dragged the dog out from under the bed.

A paper box was dragged out together. Xiao Di has always had a soft spot for paper products, and he was biting a corner of the box and would not let it go.

In the end, it was Duan Yan who forcibly opened its mouth, and it reluctantly let go.

The lid of the box fell to the ground, and inside the box lay a transparent sealed plastic bag containing a set of Guanghui High School uniforms.

The school uniform looked a little old, and it was an old design ten years ago. It was definitely not the one Gao Wenfeng gave them last time.

Xiang Mingqiu used to study in a public school, which his former alumni have already proved on Weibo.

Then why does he have the uniform of Guanghui High School?Where did you get it?

Duan Yan was puzzled by this.

"The watermelon is cut up, come and eat it!"

Xiang Mingqiu brought a plate full of red melon meat to the coffee table in the living room.

Duan Yan quickly closed the lid of the box, stuffed the carton back under the bed, picked up Xiaodi and left the room.

Xiang Mingqiu raised his eyelids to look at him, and asked casually, "What are you doing?"

Duan Yan quickly explained: "Xiao Di ran into your room to make trouble just now, but I stopped him."

After finishing speaking, he sat back on the sofa and ate watermelon silently.

Regarding the question about the school uniform, Duan Yan never figured out what was going on.

"Brother Yan...Brother Yan!" Wang Keyi called several times before Duan Yan came back to his senses.

The little girl narrowed her eyes, covered her mouth and snickered: "Look at your distraught appearance, tsk tsk, are you thinking about some beautiful woman?"

"You can't think about anything other than those unnutritious love affairs when your mind is full." Duan Yan yelled at her.

The little girl snorted dissatisfiedly: "I've been working on my painting skills every day, okay? Recently, I gained more than 2000 followers on Weibo, and they are all attracted by my paintings."

Speaking of this, Duan Yan has something to ask: "Do you often post your paintings on Weibo?"

"Yeah~" The little girl nodded triumphantly, "I have a Weibo dedicated to po painting, and now I have 1.5k followers."

It seems to be asking the right person.

"How did you get fans when you first started?"

Wang Keyi looked up at the ceiling and thought for a while: "When I created that account, I didn't actually think about how many fans I would have. It was just to find a place to post pictures. I was just knocking on CP during that period, so I often Draw a fan, type a bunch of tags to share with everyone, and as time goes by, people who follow my Weibo will naturally increase."

"Then do you still continue to draw fans?"

"Yes!" Wang Keyi took the opportunity to sell Amway to Duan Yan, "Brother Yan, have you ever heard of "The Country Is More Than You"? This rotten drama has recently become popular all over the Internet, and it's so good!"

"I haven't seen it, I'm not interested." Duan Yan complained by the way, "This name is really vulgar."

"You don't understand this, a straightforward name is more attractive."

"So you've been drawing a fan of this recently?"

"That's right! But I also draw originals. Many fans got to know me through the same people I drew, and then started to get in touch with my originals~"

Duan Yan touched his chin and thought for a while.

Understood, first you have to draw fans to attract a wave of fans, and after you have gained a certain amount of attention, then slowly turn to originality.

He asked calmly: "I want to try a digital tablet recently, do you have any good introduction?"

Under Wang Keyi's strong recommendation, Duan Yan bought Wacom's Intuos series, which has guaranteed quality and high cost performance.

Recently, the official store is holding a promotional season, and there is a [-]% discount after receiving the coupon.

The express delivery was quite efficient, and Duan Yan received the goods in the evening of the second day after placing the order.

It was the first time to use a digital tablet, and there were many places that I was not familiar with. Duan Yan compared the instructions on the Internet and slowly explored bit by bit.

Footsteps came from upstairs, Xiang Mingqiu came down from the room while playing with the keys in his hand while humming.

If this Hachiko sees his newly bought hand-painted board, he will definitely come over and ask.

Duan Yan quickly hid the drawing board under the table.

"Drawing again?"

Duan Yan responded vaguely, and then asked him: "Are you going to go out?"

"Go to the nightclub, do you want a piece? If you go, I will stop riding a motorcycle and change four wheels."

"No." Duan Yan clearly refused.

"Okay, that brother is gone, take care of the house."

Duan Yan kept waving at him, signaling him to get out of here.

After listening to the sound of the motorcycle engine outside fading away, Duan Yan took out the drawing board again and continued to study.

About ten minutes later, Xiang Mingqiu called.

Duan Yan opened the car and said, "Speak quickly if you have something to say."

"Huo Huo Huo, when I moved things up to the roof, Peng Peng went up with me. I just remembered that it seemed to be locked on it. Please help me to see it."

Duan Yan yelled trouble, but still left his seat, ran upstairs and let the dog out.

"Is there anything else? I'm not hanging up."

He was still busy going back and thinking about the newly bought digital board.

"Don't hang up in a hurry, just chat with me."

"By the way, I just saw an old man taking a pet alpaca for a walk on the side of the road. The alpaca is white and its fur is trimmed like a teddy dog. It's funny."

"Then I ran into an erha who was also taken out for a walk by the owner. The erha was very excited when he saw the alpaca. He immediately straightened up his hind legs and rushed to play with it, but was spat all over by the other side. "

Duan Yan said "Oh" without emotion.

He wanted to hang up the line directly, but suddenly he heard the sound of a sudden brake coming from Xiang Mingqiu's end.

Then there was a loud collision, and the call was cut off.

When Duan Yan called back, the phone was already turned off.

After thinking about it, I still felt that I called Ajie to confirm.

Perhaps because the store was too busy, Duan Yan called several times but no one answered.

Things seem to be a little off.

Did that guy Xiang Mingqiu encounter some unexpected accident halfway and die?

Thinking about it this way, Duan Yan suddenly felt startled.

He hurried back to his room, changed his clothes, and drove out.

There was only one straight road past Rex from the kennel.

Duan Yan slowed down the speed of the car, and while driving, he paid close attention to the situation on the side of the road.

It was very peaceful along the way, and there was no trace of a traffic accident at all.

Duan Yan drove all the way, and finally saw Xiang Mingqiu's black Kawasaki H2 at Rex's door.

It was still so flamboyant and wild, but when I got closer, I found that the body was covered with mud and there were many scratches.

"Brother Yan!"

As soon as Duan Yan entered the store, Ajie immediately ran up to greet him.

"Why didn't you answer the phone?" Duan Yan asked.

"I've been chatting with the guests just now, and the phone was muted." Ajie explained, "Brother Yan, what can you do for me?"

"Where is Xiang Mingqiu?"

"Inside the shop. Brother Qiu just fell on the way here, don't you know?"

"How did he fall?"

"In order to avoid a wild cat rushing out of the road at random, Brother Qiu fell several meters away and even broke his mobile phone. Fortunately, he was well equipped and he was fine. He just scratched the back of his hand. That's all."

Ajie had other things to do, so he left after chatting for a while.

Duan Yan scanned the store for a week, and soon found Xiang Mingqiu at the booth in the middle.

That guy is a nice person, smiling and drinking and chatting with the guests.

It seems that the worry was for nothing, Duan Yan was very depressed.

He pushed aside the crowd blocking the way, walked straight to Xiang Mingqiu, and said, "So you're not dead."

This kid was supposed to stay in the kennel, but he suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, Xiang Mingqiu was a little surprised: "Huo Huo Huo, could it be that you are worried about me, so you came here on purpose?"

"Don't think too much." Duan Yan declared, "It's just to see if you are dead or not, and if you want to collect your body for you."

He glanced at it, and found that Xiang Mingqiu had put two cute cartoon Band-Aids on the back of his right hand, probably from another girl.

"Brother, is this your friend?" A boy came back from the dance floor, wrapped his arm around Xiang Mingqiu familiarly, rushed towards Mingqiu and blinked.

The boy called Xiang Mingqiu "Brother" and behaved so intimately that Duan Yan couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

His name is Xiao Le, his skin is fair and tender, his appearance is well-behaved, and he speaks softly, which is very popular with everyone, except Duan Yan.

Especially when he saw Lele clinging to Xiang Mingqiu, joking and talking endlessly, he felt an inexplicable desire to hit someone.

The topics of conversation between Lele and Xiang Mingqiu were either star chasing or TV dramas, Duan Yan knew nothing about it, and couldn't even find a gap to intervene.

No choice but to sit on the edge and drink stuffy wine.

Boozing too much makes him unhappy, so he starts to find fault with Xiang Mingqiu from time to time.

"This is the new DJ you hired back? Xiang Mingqiu, when did your music taste become so rustic?"

"This DJ should go home and sleep, I suggest you ban him forever."

"If you ask him to come to the store again, your store will have diarrhea sooner or later."

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Xiang Mingqiu didn't say anything, but Lele came out to refute him: "Brother Yan, the music here is not as bad as you said, I think it's pretty good."

Duan Yan ignored him and continued to drink.

Lele obviously didn't care, all his thoughts were on Xiang Mingqiu.

"By the way, brother, do your hands still hurt now?"

"It's okay, a little injury, thank you for the Band-Aid."

"Where." Lele pursed her lips and scratched her head, "I'm usually a rash person, and my skin is often broken here or bleeding there, so I keep these things with me."

Duan Yan listened to the conversation between the two, without saying a word, opened the food delivery app, and clicked into the errand service interface.

Twenty minutes later, an errand boy in uniform walked into the nightclub in a hurry.

According to the detailed information provided by the customer who placed the order, the little brother walked straight towards Ming Qiu.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Xiang Mingqiu?"

"What is wrong with me?"

"Someone bought you a box of Band-Aids and asked me to deliver them."

The younger brother handed a packaged box of portable Yunnan Baiyao Band-Aid to Xiang Mingqiu.

"Huo Huo Huo, did you buy this?"

"Who the hell would run away to do this when he's full and has nothing to do?" Duan Yan didn't look up, just staring at the phone screen to play games.

Before leaving, the little brother almost forgot something, and added: "The other party also asked me to send you a message, telling you not to clean up those fancy cartoon band-aids. Those are useless and irregular."