People are fascinated and disliked by thousands of people [entertainment circle]

Han Shuangji told Lin Yuan not to disclose the 'kidnappers at large' to anyone for the time being, and pretend nothing happened.

"Okay." Lin Yuan has a keen intuition about everything about Han Shuangji, and he immediately guessed what his boyfriend suspected.

"Let Lin Sheng try it." Lin Yuan suggested.

"Brother Lin Sheng?" Han Shuangji was confused, and didn't really want to involve unrelated people, "What's the use of him?"

"Do you remember?" Lin Yuan reminded leisurely, "He studied criminal investigation psychology and is good at inducing confessions."

"Ah!" Han Shuangji suddenly realized, "Your brother still has this ability~"

Lin Yuan was silent for a short while.

Boyfriends not only don't care about their careers, they don't care about their family's careers either.

It can be regarded as rain and dew.

Lin Yuan put away his thoughts and continued, "Even if they string together the confession in advance, Lin Sheng can still draw clues."

Han Shuangji pondered for a moment, and then said softly, "Try it, let him be careful."

"En." Lin Yuan stared at him, his heart softened.

Obviously I am the one who is in danger, but I am subconsciously worried about others, afraid of involving others.

Frost Ji is indeed a gentle person.

"Okay!" Han Shuangji raised his face, breathing the fresh air in the forest, "Let's not be affected by the messy things, let's continue to find inspiration."

"Yeah." Lin Yuan came to the easel and looked up at the window where he had painted before.

In the past few years, the wasteland here has not been developed, and the landscape and trees are still as before.

However, the environment shaped by nature is changing with each passing day.After many years, the scenery has long been different.The small saplings in Lin Yuan's paintings have turned into lush and towering trees.Even if he picked up the pen again, he couldn't reproduce the works of that year.

Lin Yuan changed several angles, but couldn't find a place where he could write.He had no choice but to put down his brush, and turned to peek at Frost Ji.

Due to the poor conditions, Frost Ji couldn't find a suitable table.

I had no choice but to use the only seat as a table and spread out the manuscripts.He knelt in front of the chair, slumped, and twirled the pencil with his fingers, seemingly troubled.

Frost Ji unconsciously pouted, picked up a pen and wrote two lines.Feeling dissatisfied again, I tore off the manuscript paper and balled it up irritably, and continued to turn the pen again.

Like a kitten playing with a ball of yarn, it ends up entangled itself, and then angrily duels with the ball of yarn.

cute.

Lin Yuan silently changed the drawing paper and changed the angle of the easel.

The paintbrush in his hand seems to have self-awareness, and he outlines the line draft of the 'cat' like flowing clouds and flowing water.

Lin Yuan examined his drawing, couldn't hold back for a while, and actually laughed out loud.

"What are you laughing at?" Han Shuangji, who had no idea, felt that he was baffled, and wanted to come over to check the situation.

When I got up, I realized that I kept kneeling for too long, and my legs were numb.The soles of his feet felt weak, and he almost knelt down again.

Lin Yuan helped him in time to prevent his boyfriend from falling.But this action of his directly caused his hands to be occupied, so he couldn't block the screen, and Frost Ji looked straight at him.

Frost Ji saw the person on the drawing paper who was frowning, pursing his mouth, scratching his hair impatiently, and messing up his hair, his eyes widened in shock.

"Who is he?"

"Uh." Lin Yuan licked his lower lip and replied cautiously, "Is there a possibility that I'm actually painting you."

"No!" Han Shuangji categorically denied, "How could I do such a thing? You must have secretly raised the little wild cat behind my back."

"Baby, don't spread rumors."

"Hmph, anyway, I won't admit it." Han Shuangji argued loudly, "If you want to send out this painting, don't mention my name, I will sue you for infringement of the right of reputation!"

Lin Yuan found it funny, and gave him a new idea, "Before that, you should sue me for infringing the right of portrait."

"How can there be?" Han Shuangji blinked his eyes, and said with certainty, "You didn't draw me~ it was a little wild cat outside~"

Lin Yuan:? ? ?

So you like self ntr?

When Lin Yuan was in school, his painting speed was very slow, and it took three to five days to half a month to complete a practice painting.

Today, as if by God's help, the sun has not yet set, and he has already painted a realistic cat painting that "infringes both the right of reputation and the right of portrait".

The cat Benmao kept saying, 'I don't have fried fur', 'This must be a little wild cat outside'.

As a result, during Lin Yuan's painting process, Han Shuangji, who was supposed to write the script obediently, frequently fished for fish, went around behind the drawing board to supervise her boyfriend's painting, and muttered suggestions for improvement.

"Draw more beautifully."

"Don't make your hair so messy."

"Add beauty to me, thank you."

Lin Yuan took the opportunity to ask, "Do you admit that the person in the painting is you?"

"No!" Han Shuangji retorted in seconds.

"Okay." Lin Yuan couldn't help him, put down his brush to appreciate his work, and then asked his boyfriend, "Can I take a photo and post it on Weibo?"

"Whatever." Han Shuangji was quite stubborn, and secretly glanced twice, "Anyway, it's not me."

Lin Yuan took out his mobile phone to take a picture, and at the same time asked casually, "Do you like it?"

"I didn't draw one ten thousandth of my cuteness. You still have a lot of room for improvement." Han Shuangji patted her boyfriend's shoulder, deliberately pretending to speak earnestly, "I will practice more in the future."

"Okay." Lin Yuan edited Weibo and said with a smile, "Then you have to work harder and cooperate with me."

"Look at your performance." Seeing him press the publish button, Han Shuangji secretly turned around, quietly took out his mobile phone and opened Weibo, and peeked at Lin Yuan's copywriting.

As soon as he went online, he received a follow friend Aite.

Open the reminder message and go straight to Lin Yuan's new Weibo.

Lin Yuan: I don't know how many small dried fishes will be used to lure him back home. @冷霜白

Everyone knows that since Mr. Lin Yuan's debut, almost all of his personal microblogs are publicity, promotion, and business, and there are very few simple life-related microblogs.

Therefore, when users who followed Lin Yuan saw the dynamic reminder, they originally thought it was another advertisement.

After the results were opened, several people who liked Lin Yuan since their debut almost had the urge to cry.

Lin Yuan did not come from a major, but was a student at the Academy of Fine Arts before becoming an actor.

Other entertainers in the entertainment industry, who have a little bit of skill, will definitely find ways to show it off and use their talents to attract fans.

Lin Yuan is really a different kind.After debuting for several years, no one has seen his paintings.

Occasionally participate in variety shows or interviews, and the planners ask him to draw.Lin Yuan can at most draw some simple sketches, which can't reflect more than the flow of lines.

Fans once wrote thousands of blood books and wanted to see Lin Yuan's paintings, but he refused on the grounds of 'there is no work that can be shown'. Over time, everyone has lost their thoughts on this matter.

I never expected that in my lifetime, I would see Lin Yuan take the initiative to share his works.

Judging from the picture, Lin Yuan's creative environment can be called difficult.

The dense jungle in the distance blocks the sunlight, resulting in dim light.The room was dilapidated, and it seemed that there was no electricity, so we could only rely on the flashlight that came with the mobile phone for lighting.

Frost Ji lay prone in front of the chair, her soft waist sank, and her waistline was particularly beautiful.His sleeves and trousers were stained with dust, like a wealthy young master who ran away from home and lived in a slum.

Weak but cute, people want to pick him up and raise him.

[Hahahahaha!The real master personally ended the cat sculpture~]

[Correct you, it's the owner's boyfriend who ended up with a cat sculpture.Brother Yuan is too picky, Ji Maomao is so cute, I have two boxes of dried fish! 】

[Ten boxes!Ji Mao Mao is mine! 】

[Fifteen boxes, Ji Maomao come home with me~ I am willing to take care of you for the rest of my life! 】

[Don't rob me!I'll sell fifty boxes of dried fish! 】

[Don't roll it up in an inexplicable place, Ji Maomao already has an owner. 】

[Woooooo, I'm so jealous of Lin Yuan, why can't I be Aji's husband? 】

[Ah, ah, Brother Yuan's painting!God! ! !Yuan fans give A Ji a knock!Thank you sister-in-law...uh...brother... Anyway, we don't know what to call it, anyway, thank you Aji. 】

【Finally finally finally!Brother Yuan's paintings are really beautiful!Listen to me thank you~]

Fans of Lin Yuan's family did not expect to see the idol's painting in this form.

While frantically saving pictures, they silently sighed: love has a great influence on men.

Back then, Lin Yuan, who was reluctant to show his paintings, did he ever think that he would be where he is today?

——Lin Yuan not only never thought that there would be today, but also never thought that there would be tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow.

Since the beginning, Lin Yuan has shared his new works every now and then.

The creation time and location of each painting are different, but the characters are fixed, all of which are kittens that he tricked home with dried fish.

Linyuan Xianji's cp fans were grinning from ear to ear, sending out paintings from his collection every now and then to hold an 'Exhibition of Aji's Works Painted by Brother Yuan'.I will also be very interested in guessing what the young couple did today based on the content of the screen, and then eat all the dog food.

Ever since Lin Yuan started posting pictures, the wives of Lin Yuan's Xianji Chaohua, who were producing food, all lay flat.

Anyway, there are two masters in my family, one can write sweet scripts, and then catch her boyfriend to act together.The other can draw pictures with excessive sugar content, and the speed of food production can't even match the donkeys of the production team.

The girl who is addicted to Linyuan Xianji only needs to keep insulin at home, so as not to be sweetened to death one day.

After Han Shuangji finished writing the short script, he distributed it to Bada and Cang Yanling respectively, but they received double negatives.

Bada: Sorry, I'm good at shooting coming-of-age themes with youthful pain.I'm afraid I can't do this kind of pure urban love drama.

Cang Yanling replied more directly, with only two words: Tired and crooked.

Frost Ji was quite shocked, and continued to ask: Is the plot I wrote not good-looking?

Bada: It looks good, and it has activated my long-lost girlish heart.If you give it to prime-time romance directors, they should love it.

Cang Yanling repeated again: Tired and crooked.

Bada: Can I be honest?

Frost Ji: Yes~

Bada: Is there only kissing, hugging and holding high in your mind?I reasonably doubt it, because you have been soaking in the sugar bowl of love for too long, and gradually lose the creativity of other themes.

Frost Ji: ...

Frost Ji: Well said, don't say it again next time.

Frost Ji closed the dialog box, carefully analyzed Bada's words, the more he thought about it, the more reasonable he felt.

Indeed, according to my current happiness index, ninety-nine out of ten I can't write a tragedy.

"Mr. Lin Yuan." Han Shuangji stepped on the rabbit slippers, ran to the side of the fish tank, and solemnly called Lin Yuan who was changing the water for the plastic bag.

"Are you hungry? I'll get you some snacks after I change the water."

"Okay~" Han Shuangji turned around happily, and then turned back immediately, "Wait, I have something to ask you."

"Suddenly become so polite?" Lin Yuan asked suspiciously, "What's the matter?"

"Honey, please scold me a few words."

Lin Yuan:? ? ?