Crematorium for all the sick seedlings after treatment

It can be said that Wen Yao was so happy that he was in a trance.

He is not very old, and everyone present is more than one round older than him, so he is treated like a junior.

Not only Lu Yan, even these friends, none of them are casual indulgent people, they all have their own bottom line and rules.

They also have to follow their rules, and they will not be stingy in giving whatever they want.

"There's so much sweat on your face, go wash your face." Boss Huang gave Wen Yao a push. The kid was lucky to meet Lu Yan who was a little interested in him. Otherwise, Lu Yan might not even be interested in playing cards.

Wen Yao cast a grateful look at Mr. Huang, got up from his seat and hurried to the bathroom.

When I got to the bathroom, I turned on the tap and poured cold water on my face.

After washing his face, he supported the sink with his hands, and looked up at himself in the mirror. The self there was suddenly a little strange.

Wen Yao raised his hand and touched his cheek, wanting to share this joy with others immediately.

But with whom?

I can't tell other classmates or friends, those people, actually Wen Yao knows that many people don't have much sincerity, and some people often talk about him in private and speak ill of him.

Holding the phone, Wen Yao couldn't seem to find anyone to share with.

correct!

Wen Yao suddenly remembered a person, even though he and that person were not considered friends.

I just met on the Internet by chance. The other party is a small anchor who often starts live broadcasts to draw pictures. His fans are only tens of thousands so far. As far as technology is concerned, at least Wen Yao thinks that he is no worse than others.

But the anchor only draws what he likes, no matter what the fans want to see, if he doesn't like it, he won't say anything.

Do exactly what you want.

Speaking of it, it can be regarded as good luck. When Wen Yao was drawn in a lottery, he was selected. He still has a painting sent to him by the host in his dormitory. It is a blue sky painted with watercolors.

Wen Yao liked the painting very much, and specially framed it.

He can share this joy with the anchor.

Wen Yao immediately entered the host's homepage. Unexpectedly, the host was still broadcasting at this time, drawing a picture of the golden wave of wheat.

I just started painting, and half of the painting has not been finished yet. I saw the anchor's hand holding the paintbrush, which was unusually stable, but also showed tenacity and tenderness.

Wen Yao stared at the host's hands closely, and then looked at his own hands. Their hands are a bit similar, but obviously the host's hands are much more beautiful, making people want to keep them.

Wen Yao clicked on the private message and told the anchor about his joy. Whether the other party would read it or not reply to him after reading it, he said it, and that was enough.

After typing and sending it, Wen Yao couldn't control the smile on his lips.

Before quitting, I went to the host's live broadcast room again. There were not many people watching, only a few hundred.

There is also a fan named Ringer. This fan has often sent gifts to the anchor recently, but the anchor is not as happy and enthusiastic as other anchors when he receives the gift.

Many other anchors will immediately say thank you boss, thank you boss.

Tens of thousands of gifts, and will immediately private message the rich boss, asking the other party to add his own private number.

But the anchor will never give himself a private number, no matter how much the other party gives.

Mostly because he has money himself, otherwise he wouldn't be unresponsive.

This is very good, Wen Yao likes this anchor, sometimes when he is agitated, he will go to the anchor's homepage to take a look, and he will be able to calm down soon.

Suddenly he clicked on the gift and gave the anchor a gift of several hundred yuan.

At that moment, the anchor seemed to have seen it, and his movements stopped.

"Thank you for the gift from the moon, it cost a lot."

"It doesn't cost money. I met something with a particularly good opinion today. I hope to share this joy with you."

"Really? Congratulations first."

As for Moon fans, the anchor seemed to talk a little bit more unexpectedly.

The same person in the live broadcast room basically didn't speak, but the other Ringer who was silently watching, that is, Lu Sheng, was holding the hand of the phone, and the veins on the back of his hand were bulging.

He swiped so many gifts, only to get an understatement thank you from the anchor.

This guy called Shit Moon costs only a few hundred yuan, but the host is very happy, and he can hear the smile in his words.

"The picture you drew is also going to be drawn for everyone?"

Wen Yao leaned against the wall of the bathroom, knowing that he had better go out at this time, but the anchor talked to him, and he suddenly wanted to talk to the other party more.

The anchor's voice is particularly nice, like the sounds of nature, with his timbre, if you are an anchor, no, even if you are a voice actor, you can easily earn a lot of money.

After all, the sound alone is exciting.

"This painting is not intended to be given away, a gift for Mother's Day."

"Oh, by the way, it will be Mother's Day in a while, the anchor is really kind, you can send paintings, I don't know what to give my mother."

Wen Yao's relationship with his family is average. In fact, the family has always disliked him learning to host, and hoped that he would still rely on a job or a postgraduate entrance examination, which would be more guaranteed.

Now Wen Yao earns tuition and living expenses by himself, and has less contact with his family.

"You can send whatever you want, it's just a thought, even if it's a phone call to congratulate."

Cheng Feng's drawing of this painting is just to complete a task.

In the past, I would pour a lot of sincerity into my paintings, but now I rely entirely on my skills in painting.

After sending it to his mother, the other party probably wouldn't look at the painting too carefully.

I'm afraid his mother would like it even more if it was a gift from the fake young master.

"Yes, that's what you said."

Wen Yao paused after typing this sentence, and then said: "I'm a little busy in advance."

"OK, bye."

Cheng Feng still has a little impression of this fan named Moon. Although he is ordinary, he often comes to watch his live broadcast. The main reason is that he has a blue sky map that he likes very much. He originally wanted to keep it for himself, but everyone is too enthusiastic. Draw fans to send.

I got a moon fan by accident. The other party seems to be in the same city as me, and the school is not far from my school.

So Cheng Feng had a little impression of this fan.

The two talked for a while, and as soon as Wen Yao left, an eye-catching barrage suddenly appeared in the live broadcast room, which can also be regarded as a broadcast in the entire live broadcast area.

Stare at the row of eye-catching gift-giving announcements that float by.

How much is it?

It was the first time for Cheng Feng to receive such a high-value gift. Click on the gift column to see the amount, 18.

The name of the fan who gave the gift came first, Ringer.

This fan gave him tens of thousands yesterday, and now he has given so much.

Cheng Feng didn't feel happy at first, but frowned slightly.

After taking the mobile phone, he used the computer to broadcast live, so the mobile phone can be operated.

At that time, I clicked on Ringer's private message background, and the other party sent him some private messages, but there were not many before and after.

Nor did he take the initiative to ask for his personal contact information.

Giving so many gifts, in the eyes of other people, I'm afraid they will think that they are interesting to him and want to pursue themselves.

A high-value gift is basically a hint that everyone in the live broadcast circle knows well.

The anchor and the platform are divided into 18-[-], which is [-]. Cheng Feng can get [-] immediately, which is still the kind that can be reflected immediately. The reward here is the money that can be obtained at any time.

The live broadcast room exploded, and a lot of new tourists came in a flash. Many people were curious. It was afternoon, not night. Usually, the bosses would be more generous at night, and there were relatively few during the day.

Suddenly someone offered 18 rewards as soon as they came, and many of them came from other live broadcast rooms.

As soon as they came here, many people were dumbfounded.

What is the situation? Why is it just a painting? The key point is that the painting has not been finished yet, and the other is that the anchor holding the mobile phone left the country.

The anchor has no face, but the boss is so generous, 18.

Some people can't earn that much in a year.

"What's the situation with this anchor?"

"If you don't talk, no one is there!"

"Just one pair of hands?"

Immediately someone became curious.

Why didn't the anchor speak a word? The barrage in the live broadcast room was flashing fast, but the anchor didn't say a word.

"Could it be a dumb anchor?"

"Just painting, the boss is so generous!"

"It's amazing."

There were also some other anchors who came in with their mobile phones to watch.

The barrage moved so fast that Cheng Feng glanced at it, but couldn't see who was talking.

Lowering his head and continuing to look at his phone, Cheng Feng pursed his lips, thought for a while, and finally sent a private account to his fan Ringer.

With such 10,000+, Cheng Feng doesn't want a single cent.

He intends to get the fan's account and return half of what he got to the fan. As for the other half of the platform's commission, he can't give it. On the platform, he won't take out tens of thousands of dollars to make up for it.

Lu Sheng saw the private message on his phone, and clicked to see that it was the personal account given to him by the anchor.

Lu Sheng was in a complicated mood.

So this anchor, who he thought was different, turned out to be no different from others. He was not enthusiastic about giving money before, and it seemed that he gave too little.

Now give more than [-] yuan, and immediately contact him actively. After all, no matter how lofty and arrogant he behaves, he is essentially an ordinary person who is greedy for money.

Lu Sheng suddenly felt that it wasn't interesting, and threw the phone on the passenger seat beside him. The car stopped on the side of the road, restarted, and drove towards a high-end bar by the river.

Soon after arriving at the bar, Lu Sheng just walked into a box, and as soon as he sat down, a person came over. Lu Sheng glanced at the other person with a bad face. The latter put his hand on Lu Sheng's shoulder. Before Lu Sheng waved his hand away, his friend Yang An smiled and narrowed his eyes, and asked Lu Sheng: "I saw a situation a few days ago."

"None of my business!" Lu Sheng said aggressively.

"It's none of your business, it's your second uncle's business."

"Him? What's the matter?" Lu Sheng stepped on the coffee table, feeling a little curious.

"I saw a pretty boy get into your second uncle's car."

"Impossible, my second uncle is not crooked."

What a beautiful boy, it's impossible, his second uncle has had no one around him for so many years.No matter how stunning he came in front of his second uncle, the second uncle was about to ignore him.

"Really, what did I lie to you for? If you don't believe me, ask the driver, Lu Sheng, I'm afraid you will fall out of favor." Yang An patted Lu Sheng on the shoulder, showing sympathy.

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Lu Sheng immediately called driver Lu Yan.

There was a connection over there, but Lu Sheng suddenly hung up the phone without saying a word.

What he asked, no matter what he asked, the result was the same.

"There is no such person. I just came from my second uncle. There is no one around him." If there is someone, the assistant has already told him. Lu Sheng and the assistant of the second uncle have a good relationship. The second uncle has no descendants. From now on, the property will belong to him, Lu Sheng. Since then, many people have come to curry favor with him. Lu Sheng doesn't believe that someone can get into his second uncle's eyes.

"That may be my misreading." Yang An smiled and licked his lips.

"If you have bad eyesight, go to the hospital."

"Yes, Young Master Lu." Yang An's eyes changed slightly, it seemed that the boy really had nothing to do with Lu Yan.This is easy to handle, Yang An sent a text message with his mobile phone, and immediately told him after finding out the boy's identity, and waited to meet again later, Yang An was looking forward to that day.

The author says:

There will be double changes tomorrow, and there will be frequent double changes in the future. I will save the 22 chapters

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