Let it go, rainbow fart

A black photo that was originally horrible, has been revived by Qiao Shuran, restoring Ning Han's original face, and turned into a Japanese-style poster full of texture, brought back to life and regained its brilliance.

Qiao Shuran opened Weibo again, and commented on this re-edited picture under the marketing account, with the accompanying text——

[Ning Han's Little Rainbow]:

"Maybe you need to use the black-hearted money you earned as a professional hacker to buy this photo editing tutorial and improve your despicable business ability. [Smile]"

That black blog originally only had one or two hundred comments and likes, but as soon as Qiao Shuran's comment came out, it immediately attracted a lot of onlookers. The number of likes and replies under his comment was several times that of the original blog.

"Troughing? Mrs. Rainbow will personally teach you how to be a man?! Great!!"

"Hahahahahaha the strength crushes this spicy chicken [eat melon] [eat melon]"

"This year's black fan is not good, the money for the other party is not in place? [Dog]"

Most of them are the lemons applauding, passers-by fans who can't see it all speak out together, and other fans who have suffered from the loss of this marketing account are gradually joining the alliance.The rest are melon eaters who contributed a lot of forwarding and likes.

Everyone united and cooperated to form a united front in front of the common enemy, and the concentrated firepower sprayed this marketing account into a hot search joke, which is really satisfying.

Seeing that the black blogger was deflated, Qiao Shuran became a little more angry: "See if you dare to use such low-level and low-level methods to blackmail the person I like. Once you blackmail me, I will blow you up once!"

A man is like a rainbow, you will know when you meet him, and Ning Han is his rainbow.Someone poured shit on that rainbow on the tip of your heart, can you bear it instead?

02:30am.

Ning Han returned home with a body that was about to fall apart, so sleepy that he couldn't even open his eyes.

Kankan took a hot shower, and half of his fatigue was washed away. He didn't even bother to dry his hair, so he wrapped himself in a bathrobe and collapsed on the bed.

During this period of time, countless announcements were like a purse full of gold coins, and they came to him continuously. Various interviews, promotional meetings, and magazine shootings...he was either receiving announcements or rushing to them, busy It's like a spinning top that can't stop in Inception.

Not eating well or sleeping well every day, Ning Han lost weight at a speed visible to the naked eye. Seeing that his artist was so tired that his soul collapsed, his manager Wang Tao couldn't bear it, and mercifully gave him a small vacation.

Ning Han is now lying on the bed at home, lamenting that life is not easy, but it can be regarded as saving his life.

In fact, for traffic artists, such a workload is normal, but Ning Han has not yet adapted to it, and he suddenly became popular.

Sometimes when he wakes up in the middle of the night, he will wonder if this is a dream?Because the beauty is too illusory, three months ago, he was just an unknown little actor.

It is too unreal to become famous overnight, and the stardom from now on is magnanimous.

The curtains in the room are drawn tightly, the sound is playing pure music for sleeping, and the pure cotton pillows and bedding exude a faint fragrance of softener.

Ning Han was quite tired, but he didn't feel much sleepiness.Insomnia.

He simply got up, turned on the dim night light, leaned against the head of the bed, and flicked his phone in boredom.

Seeing a bright red dot on the Weibo icon, showing the number "32", he opened the large account, and it turned out that his agent had just registered on his account and posted a blog——

[Ning Han]: "I'm a little tired recently, take a rest first, and come back to see you soon, lemons, remember to miss me. [Heart]"

The accompanying picture is a random photo of him in a certain coffee shop, wearing a khaki sweater, holding a cup of warm hazelnut latte to his lips, looking at the snowy scenery outside the window.

The steam of coffee lingered vaguely on the side of the man's face, and his bright eyes were half covered by the fine eyelashes, giving people a lazy and handsome feeling.

The shape is perfect, the angle is perfect, and the artistic conception is perfect, just short of writing the word "perfect" on the photo.

The fans in the comments saw the beautiful new picture of my brother, and put all the loss of not seeing idols for a while——

"Who doesn't want to have a handsome boyfriend who will accompany you to drink coffee and watch the snow scenery in winter?"

"Woooooo sisters, can I show you a death in place? [Tears]"

"Ning Han, I declare you, I want to sleep with you [Mommada] Iloveu Sarah, I miss you!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

"Help, my brother killed someone!! [Picture Comment: Nosebleed Zhang Zhang.jpg]"

Ning Han looked at the fans crying and howling in the comments, and he laughed energetically. He couldn't sleep just now, but now he is so happy that he is completely sleepy.

The little girls are really good at bragging, boasting in a variety of ways, and you can imagine their excitement and joy in front of the mobile phone on various screens.

In order to prevent being scolded by Wang Tao for slipping likes, Ning Han switched to the small account.

In the comments on Weibo, there are those who express love to him, some who post advertisements on the marketing account, and some who spit on black people. He reads each of them carefully, and also accepts the emoji packs made by fans.

The fingertips that were constantly swiping on the screen stopped suddenly, and he saw a familiar ID.

[Ning Han's Little Rainbow]:

"The love talk and thoughts flying all over the sky in winter, bumping and banging in the snow-capped world, I stood outside the window and saw your eyes without pure impurities like a deer, even the fingertips holding the cup can exchange my warmth for a season Dream.

I would like to lose all resistance, just for the hope of God when you suddenly look back. "

Among all the "ahhhh" illiterate star chasers and all kinds of cute and funny emoticons, this text is quite different.

It's not that the literary talent is different, or the style is different, but that to Ning Han, the meaning is different.

He nodded lightly.

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