Has the sick and weak attack lost its horse today?

The organizers have never met their gold medal writers who are so talkative. They asked Money Tree if it would be okay to add [-] admission places, and Money Tree said yes.

After making progress one after another for a long time, the organizer fell into silence instead, wondering in a mess and panic whether Mrs. Yan had been pierced by the soul, and now the person who called them with the voice of the other party and the tone of the other party was not The deity, but the soul of a different dimension!

"Mr. Yan, is it really okay? We sign for one afternoon, from 200:[-] to [-]:[-], a total of four hours, and the number of admissions will increase by [-] people. Depending on the situation, some more people can be admitted. Is this what you mean? Did I hear you right?"

"Well, it's okay." Anyway, it's the last time, Yan Gexu thought a little bit self-destructively.

Two days before the signing event, Sihai City had just experienced a chilly autumn rain, and the room that hadn't started heating was also lingeringly cool. Yan Gexu was rarely unscathed, but Song Ning sneezed gloriously offline.

When Yan Ge continued to send the source of infection out of the house wearing a mask, he leaned against the door frame and teased him: "Goodbye, dear tool man, take a good rest and stay away from me."

Song Ning dared not speak out. After talking about the autograph session with Yan Gexu that day, Yan Gexu became a little bit more enthusiastic. He would occasionally contact the organizer to confirm by phone, and it would happen again. Played with him.

Hesitating again and again, Song Ning still couldn't bear it, no, it should be said that he turned back three times worriedly, and said in a strong nasal voice: "No, I'm still worried, I don't have a viral flu, I didn't go out, just I caught a cold from kicking the quilt, I'd better go with you tomorrow, if you go out alone, I really..."

"How old am I and how old are you?" Yan Gexu interrupted him helplessly.

"Huh? I'm 22, you're 23..." Song Ning's mind had stopped, and she was very dull.

"Yes, so please don't be like middle-aged and elderly parents in menopause who grab their children and push so much. Turn around, go out, take a taxi, go home, and go stay with your parents for a few days." Yan Ge continued. Hui didn't even maintain the surface of warmth, kicked him out of the door, closed the door and went in by himself.

Yan Gexu planned to have a good night's sleep, and went to bed early. This kind of long-term business, no, it can't even be called a long-term business for normal people, it is a bad battle for Yan Gexu , he must recharge his batteries.

When the 877th dumpling was counted, Yan Ge was not sleepy, and Yan Ge was hungry.

Unable to sleep anyway, Yan Gexu planned to get up and drink some hot soup that the chef left in the refrigerator.

His family has always spoiled him, whether he drinks it or not, there are always two flavors of soup in the refrigerator, one salty and one sweet, just to deal with his sudden appetite after the digestive system disorder, even if he moves out, He still told the chef who prepared the meal and the nurse who took care of him.

But as soon as the elbows propped the upper body up, there was a strong sense of loss of strength in the body, and the whole person suddenly fell back on the bed.Yan Gexu had a bit of chest tightness a few days ago, probably because he was in a bad mood, and it was very obvious on his body. Now the posture of lying on his stomach is oppressing his chest cavity. He wanted to stand up and turn over, but he suddenly moved He has no strength, can't breathe, and knows that the medicine is on the bedside table, but he doesn't even have the strength to reach out, or he doesn't have the motivation to reach out.

This kind of near-death feeling was commonplace for him, Yan Ge didn't even feel panic, he just felt sad, he lost consciousness for a while, and it took a while to realize that he had finally turned over.

Yan Gexu raised his right hand. Originally, his hand was long and his legs were long. Now he raised his hand and his hand was shaking a little. I wonder if it will be too ugly to sign tomorrow. Yan Gexu couldn't help himself from smiling, and went on Through the vibrating watch.

"Brother... I'm fine. This broken machine didn't call the police. It's fine. It's just that I'm sleeping in the wrong position and my heartbeat is fast? Just now? Is it? I just feel a little uncomfortable. I'm fine now, you know, breathing oxygen Well, then I'll continue to sleep~" Yan Ge, who hadn't slept at all, continued to talk nonsense with his eyes open.

Yan Gexu didn't bother to bother, reached out to put on the nasal oxygen on the side, pressed the oxygen supply switch, lay on the bed like a quiet corpse, and fell asleep until dawn, because there was no alarm clock As a habit, Yan Gexu woke up naturally after 11:[-] noon, and it was only over an hour before the signing began.

It was a big failure at the beginning.

Yan Gexu hastened to wash up, and the moment he finished brushing his teeth, he randomly grabbed two of the lemon-flavored and blueberry-flavored candies scattered around the house and stuffed them into his mouth, so as not to pass out before going out.

The online car-hailing driver drove fast and dutifully sent Yan Gexu to the parking lot on the third floor of the signing venue, and asked him to take the elevator directly up, and then he was suddenly slapped by the driver in a hurry.

Seeing that there was less than an hour before the official start of the signing, Yan Gexu got lost on the third floor.

Seeing every almost identical parking space, Yan Gexu felt dizzy more and more, wishing to buy all these parking spaces and put road signs on them all.

Why on earth is there such a deceitful parking lot!Where the hell is the elevator?

The organizer was also going crazy, and frantically called Yan Gexu. The problem was that Yan Gexu couldn't tell that he was in the southeast, northwest, except that he was in the parking lot on the third floor. The organizer was also driven crazy, so let's pick him up after finishing talking, the staff spared a circle but couldn't find anyone else.

Yan Gexu felt that he might be late, so he posted a Weibo in advance to apologize.

[I'm sorry everyone, the parking lot below is a bit complicated. I haven't found a way to go up to meet you. Please cooperate with the staff's request and wait in a quiet and orderly manner, or you can go to the book fair and have a look Other books] [Picture: parking lot] After a while, Yan Gexu's private message flashed up, and it was still the kid with the familiar teenager's head on his head.

[Although they are very similar, the color of the sign is different. One is newer and the other is older. The two buildings are next to each other. Did Mr. Yan go to the wrong building? , because it is the exclusive parking lot of the community behind, there is an elevator that enters the community. 】【Mr. Yan can go up to the third floor from the owner's elevator, and then take the elevator to the venue on the first floor from the passage on the third floor! 】【But I didn't see an elevator】Yan Gexu thinks there must be a problem with the parking lot!

[Ah, forget it, don't move, I just arrived near here and haven't entered yet] [Wait for me for 5 minutes, I'll pick you up to the venue! 】He Hengguang was ecstatic.