Mr. Sand Sculpture

I sent Chen Yan away, and my life returned to the usual tortoise.Go to work, eat, leave work, work overtime, sleep.

The bed at home is so comfortable and the pillows are so soft. If it wasn't for making money and keeping my father's foundation, I wouldn't be too lazy to work.

But every night Chen Yan would chat with me, telling me some interesting things about the crew.He was so good at chatting that I made a habit of listening to Duan Chen's stand-up comedy before going to bed, and I felt uncomfortable if I didn't listen to it for a day.

This period lasted for several months.

At nine o'clock this evening, I received a voice call from Chen Yan as usual.I said something casually first, and then asked, "Why is playing suona your specialty?"

He: "Actually, I can still play allegro. If there is no film to shoot in the future, I can switch to a comedian. I have already thought of a stage name, called Chen Bengang. Chen Peisi's Chen, Zhao Benshan's Ben, Guo Degang's Gang."

A good name, once you hear it, you can become popular!Especially for the word "Ben Gang", reading it forward is fun, and reading it backward is fun.

However, Chen Yan's worries are completely superfluous. He was down and down before, all because he didn't meet me.I, Mr. Xu, is someone. As long as I have a bite to eat, he will give me a bowl.

I comforted Chen Yan: "It's okay, everything will be done by me from now on."

After hearing my words, Chen Yan didn't show any joy, but rather depressed: "Mr. Xu, I'm young now, and you like me. What if in the future..."

I know what Chen Yan wants to say, and I am worried that I will always give up in chaos in the future.He can rest assured about this question, the dedication of our old Xu family's ancestors.

For example, my father, Comrade Xu Shu, insisted on writing earthy love letters like "You are my moon, illuminating my heart" every day.After three years of writing, I defeated all rivals in love with perseverance, and touched my mother who is a singer.

I hugged the funny pillow on the bed, turned over, and said seriously: "I won't."

Chen Yan laughed softly: "Mr. Xu, can you make a written statement?"

It's not like I can't afford to make a written statement.

I let go of the funnyness in my arms, got up from the bed, walked out of the overtime happy room, and came to Mr. Xu's office.Turn on the light, sit in front of my big table, and send a video invitation to Chen Yan.

The kid answered it very quickly, and gave me a beauty crit when I opened the screen.

He actually used the legendary evil filter comparable to plastic surgery!

Intuit shameless.

I feel like a passer-by who participated in the Huashan Discussion of Swords. I have practiced hard for several years in the cold window, and I thought I was invulnerable.I didn't expect Master Chen to come out halfway, but after a face-to-face meeting, I was thrown down by his light punch.

All in all, four words:

Ah I'm dead!

Chen Yan looked at me through the screen, smiling brows and eyes crookedly: "Mr. Xu, why don't you talk?"

say what?

Say you are my moon, illuminating my heart?

I admire myself from the bottom of my heart, and I can still maintain my sanity in the face of beauty.

I poked the phone up and put it away, spread out a piece of paper with a sense of ritual, picked up a pen, and said, "I'm about to write a receipt."

"Wait," Chen Yan also sat down on the desk, put away his mobile phone, laid out the paper carefully, and picked up his pen, "Mr. Leave evidence for each other."

Before I could speak, Chen Yan lowered his head and began to write.I took a closer look and found a line: "Chen Yan always likes Xu Luozhou."

In the end, he also drew stick figures holding hands.

Is he stuffing a big white rabbit and golden snub-nosed monkey into my mouth?I felt my blood sugar rise in an instant, and I just wanted to fly to Ancheng immediately to tell him what it means to be "man, you are playing with fire".

My heart is full of spring breeze, but due to the president's face, it is inconvenient to show it.He straightened up a little and sat upright to prove that he is an extremely upright Liu Xiahui, and wrote down a sentence: "Xu Luozhou will always like Chen Yan."

Chen Yan's laughter came, and he said softly: "Okay, it's still early tonight, why don't I tell Mr. Xu a bedtime story about love."

My heart warmed up: "Okay, tell me, I'll listen."

He: "You should have heard this touching love story before. There are three main characters, Bu Jingyun, Kong Ci, Nie Feng..."

Me: "Wait a minute, why are the names of these people so familiar to me? Are you sure this is a love story and not a love story?"

He paused: "What Mr. Xu said seems to make a little sense, then I'll give you a different love story. This love story is very classic, and the protagonists are also three people, named Jennifer, Young Master Hong, and the closet girl."

Me: "Is the name of this story called "The Temptation of Returning to the Village"?"

He: "Mr. Xu is really knowledgeable. Have you heard the story "Elliston's Secret Garden"?"

Me: "Is there also three protagonists, Daoming Yunhai, Xuncai, and Huaze Duanmu?"

He applauded: "It's amazing, Mr. Xu will answer quickly."

What a fart!Don't I have a TV at home?

He: "Since Mr. Xu knows the classic love story, I have no choice but to tell you an ordinary story, young master and fat flower."

The name of this story obviously involves my knowledge blind spot: "What is a fat flower?"

"It's just a code name, it doesn't matter." He continued, "The story happened a long time ago. Once upon a time, there was a mountain with a temple in the mountain, and a fat flower in the temple. Suddenly one day, there was a strong wind blowing on the mountain. Blow and blow, and fly to the city with Pangpanghua.

"Pangpanghua fell on the young master's window sill. At that time, the young master was painting secretly. Pangpanghua didn't understand it very much, so she asked: "You draw beautifully, but why did you steal it?" The young master was frightened He jumped and quickly put away the painting. He found the fat flower on the window sill, and whispered to him: "My father doesn't like me doing these things." It turned out that the young master's father, a rich man, planned to let the young master inherit the family business. The young master was unwilling because he wanted to be an artist.

"Pangpanghua said: 'It's good to be an artist, I support you.' So the young master and Pangpanghua became good friends.

"Suddenly one day, the young master said to Pangpanghua: 'I'm leaving.' After getting along for a long time, Pangpanghua has fallen in love with the young master. He panicked and asked the young master where he was going? Young master Tell him that the rich man agrees with him to be an artist, and he will go to a distant place to study soon, and hope that Fatty Flower can wait for him to come back.

"But Pangpanghua didn't choose to wait for the young master at the same place, and he left too. Because Pangpanghua also had a dream in his heart, that is, he wanted to be with the young master for a long time, guarding him, protecting him. Pangpanghua I plan to wait until I become stronger and more beautiful, and then come back to look for the young master."

I asked: "Did Pangpanghua look for the young master again later?"

"I don't know, it's an open ending." Chen Yan said softly, "Today is also a day I like Mr. Xu. Alright, the story is over, Mr. Xu go to sleep, good night."

"Good night." I cut off the video call, and I was glad that Chen Yan was going to be an actor, not a writer.As far as his level of storytelling is concerned, books can only be sold in public toilets, where there is a shortage of paper.

Actually, there is something I didn't tell Chen Yan.

I will go to Ancheng tomorrow to sign a contract with his employer.

and to see him.

Shh, this is a surprise, can't say.

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