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"This fan's commenting speed is good." When Cancheng went to the comment area of ​​Weibo after a few minutes, apart from a few friends in the circle who sent blessings at the first time, there was a fan ID who did not show any weakness Even though he only entered an exclamation point in order to grab hot comments, he received thousands of likes in just a few minutes, almost at the same time as Song Xinheng's Weibo post.

Because he was leaving for Bloomington the next day, Fang Wei went downstairs to wash the dishes, and then went to his room to pack the suitcases.When Song Xinheng came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, he saw Fang Wei's mobile phone left in the room at a glance. In the silent state, the screen was on and off.Song Xinheng didn't intend to look at it at first, but when he saw that the background of the lit screen was himself, he still couldn't help but glanced at it.

There are so many good-looking photos, why did I choose this one? While complaining about the taste of older fans, I also noticed the 99 plus information reminder marked with a red circle. There are group chats and private posts. It seems that Fang Wei’s private social circle is good. lively.

From time to time, Song Xinheng's name was drawn across for the person to see, and subconsciously frowned.

What's going on, that guy didn't stab it out by himself.

If it is unlocked, the password is not too difficult to guess, after all, that person's phone case still has Song Xinheng's face printed on it, and even the phone pendant that does not match the teacher's temperament is also Song Xinheng.Speaking of which, in this day and age, there are still men hanging pendants on mobile phones?Out of respect, Song Xinheng didn't flip through the phone randomly, but just stared at the screen for a while, and the amount of information that kept popping up was already huge.

In the dialogue filled with a lot of punctuation marks and emoji, from time to time there is a member of Aite named Xiaowei.

"Xiaowei's online rate is very low recently! Not only the copywriting team, but also the members of the casting team have not heard from him for several days."

"Yeah...Brother Tail has been acting out of order recently. When the fans were at their worst, he always rushed to the front..."

"Could it be because I watched the news yesterday... Even my old fans for so many years can't hold on... I took it off..."

It's not that Song Xinheng doesn't know what off-fan means. He frowned, thinking he'd seen this name somewhere before.

"Absolutely impossible! I don't believe that anyone will take it off. Don't forget, he said a few days ago that he won a ticket for Birmingham."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm the first one not to believe it. Didn't you guys see that brother Heng's new Weibo post has gotten hot comments!"

Hot review?Weibo just now?The one Fang Wei sent?

Slightly concerned about the conversations in the fan club group, Song Xinheng went back to that Weibo.

The one who grabbed the front row was indeed the "star star who can't get rid of it". Star is the nickname given to Song Xinheng by fans. Click on the other party's homepage. Although the information is very simple, no matter how you look at it in terms of age or place of residence. It fits well with Fang Wei's information.

I remembered that after the person posted on Weibo just now, he put down his phone and frantically went to get his own. It turned out that he was trying to grab the front row.

It's quite interesting, Song Xinheng thought with great interest, these people are really interesting, so what if we grab them?

The pointer on the wall was ticking, and Chancheng and Song Xinshu started a new round of contact. Song Xinheng, who couldn't intervene and didn't want to intervene, was a little sleepy.Before deciding to let the two people who were working hard to vacate their beds, Song Xinheng picked up the mobile phone that was still flashing near midnight, and walked downstairs towards the end of the second floor on the grounds that it would affect his quality of rest.

The light in Fang Wei's room was still on, and Song Xinheng was about to knock, remembering that this was his home.

Anyway, this room is also his own, thinking so willfully, he pushed the door and walked in.

Fang Wei was arranging his clothes when he suddenly approached someone behind him, and when he turned his head, his eyes were much bigger than usual.In addition, Song Xinheng had just taken a shower, and the scent of water vapor on his body was obvious. Fang Wei blushed, not knowing where his eyes should go.

The real person is really different from the video. If he is watching the video under the covers, Fang Wei will definitely stare at Song Xinheng's neckline intently.But obviously not now, Fang Wei turned his head away, pretending to be calm and trying to close the full boxes.

The weight limit given by Chancheng is obviously the source of distress. There are too many things to bring, and a box is too embarrassing.

I want to bring everything, stuff everything inside, even if it is neatly folded, I still can't close it smoothly when I am in a hurry.

"You want to bring so many things?" Song Xinheng squatted down, looked at Fang Wei who was trying to press a certain corner of the box, and pointed to him at the gap near his side: "It's a bit too much, look here, how many things are there?" Here, there is nothing that can't be plugged in."

Fang Wei held back his strength and tried several times without success, so he finally had to give up.As soon as his hands left the box, Song Xinheng was curious about what he had brought, so he picked at the fluffy corner that couldn't fit in anyway, and pulled out a cotton pajamas.

The feeling of deja vu made Song Xinheng think for a few seconds, and he looked at Fang Wei: "You...won't you take this with you?"

Fang Wei is thin-skinned, looking at the pajamas with Song Xinheng's cartoon head on it, he naturally thinks of the last time he had breakfast, and the embarrassment and powerlessness at that time vividly reappeared in the space.Seeing that he was silent, Song Xinheng raised his hand and threw the dress to the corner of the bed. Fang Wei couldn't figure out Song Xinheng's actions, and watched Song Xinheng open the entire suitcase.

After flipping through it, I found that the pajamas were just the tip of the iceberg. The same pattern was still printed on the jacket, T-shirt, and pants, and it was almost not printed on the underwear.Song Xinheng poked around for a while with a dark face, and found a fluffy toy tiger, a large pile of colorful wristbands and armbands, and the bottom of the box, since there was also a yellowed poster when he first debuted .

"It really doesn't look like something the teacher would bring when going out..." Song Xinheng sighed: "You really are not too heavy."

In fact, what I originally wanted to say is that no matter how you look at these things, they don’t seem like things that people who are almost 30 years old should bring when going out.

It's fine to bring so many weird things to my home, but now I want to take them with me when I go abroad, which is a bit amazing.

Fang Wei didn't say a word, in fact, he was already used to the weight, after all, he always brought these necessities wherever he went.

"These... and these, you can't bring them all. For weddings and honeymoons, you absolutely can't be photographed in pajamas like that... Of course, you can't wear a jacket or a T-shirt. The bracelet is too weird, and the armbands are definitely not allowed. On my body..." Song Xinheng counted around and decided that if Fang Wei didn't bring so many strange things, he could basically go to the airport empty-handed: "You are not allowed to take these."

There are actually normal clothes in the pile of support uniforms, except for the few that Yan Baifeng bought, all of them are very ordinary and look like they are worthless.Anyway, he has been working for four or five years, and Song Xinheng would like to ask him how he lives so simply.

Fang Wei's basic necessities of life are very simple, but like many people, there are always hidden opportunities to spend money behind the money-saving life.

For Fang Wei, there is probably no hobby in the world that can burn more money than chasing after Song Xinheng.

"And I went to the press conference today, and I can't wear it again in the future, do you understand?" Taking out Fang Wei's neatly folded dress, Song Xinheng explained to him carefully: "For those in our circle People, you must never wear the same clothes twice. Since you are married to me, you will inevitably be photographed by the camera. In order to reduce trouble, you must learn to get used to these aspects."

I used to only know that chasing stars is hard work, but I don’t want to be a star, and I can’t even wear my own clothes casually.

Fang Wei didn't have much savings. If each piece of clothing could only be worn once, he would have to run away naked in about two weeks.

"There are still invitations, but you didn't give them to your family?" After getting an affirmative answer, Song Xinheng took away the five invitations that Fang Wei had sorted out, flipped through them briefly, and there was nothing on them: "If you don't have family members, go to At that time, Chancheng will arrange it for you. As for the clothes, casual clothes will be prepared for you when you go to England, and the dresses have already been ordered a long time ago."

Do you want to have breakfast tomorrow morning?Thinking of this question, Fang Wei was a little distressed.

A person with thin fingers should have a slender figure, and the clothes made for such a person will also be slender.

If this is the case, it may still be a problem whether he can successfully plug himself in.