Mr. Sand Sculpture

I coughed lightly.

The scene fell into an eerie silence, and an emotion called embarrassment permeated the air.Xiao Wu hurriedly pulled out his hand, turned to look at me: "Xu, Mr. Xu..."

I looked at Xiao Wu's aggrieved look about to cry, and couldn't help but reflect on whether I was too harsh on him at ordinary times. Seeing me was like seeing a devil.I signaled that he was fine, then stepped forward and extended my hand to the popular little flower: "Hello, Xu Luozhou."

Danghong Xiaohua stared at me blankly, her pretty face turned pale, she shook hands with me in a panic: "I'm sorry Mr. Xu..."

I know, she must have been surfing the Internet just now, saw Xiao Wu's photo on the hot search, and mistook me for me.I can't help worrying, if one day some hot-blooded young man wants to beat me, a black-hearted capitalist, Xiao Wu Ke will suffer a disaster without reason.

Spread a rumor and break a leg.

This disgraceful accident quickly turned the page, and when everyone was seated, I noticed that Mr. Shen hadn't prepared wine, and the table was full of tea, which can be said to have given me enough face.I am very embarrassed, making everyone seem to come to comment on tea.

To be honest, I don't like drinking tea, it's bitter and astringent. I prefer fruit juice drinks that taste sweet.It's just because the tea is more stylish on the dinner table, it seems that I, Mr. Xu, are tall.

I would like to thank Mr. Shen for his hard work.Mr. Shen smiled modestly and said to me: "Mr. Xu, I heard that you are very fond of folk art, especially suona. It happens that there is an artist who majored in this field in the company. I will let him come today."

The good-looking young man beside Mr. Shen stood up and bowed to everyone.He took a golden suona from his assistant, and whimpered and blew it.

The young man played a song "Horse Pole", the high-spirited tune was like a galloping horse like a gust of wind, and it seemed to praise my heart as wide as the earth.

Uncle Jiang asked me in a low voice: "Luo Zhou, when did you like listening to Suona, why didn't I know?"

Don't say that Uncle Jiang doesn't know, even I don't know when I like listening to Suona.

Who did Mr. Shen listen to?

Which tortoise is chewing on the back of my tongue?

I beat him!

I combined the three key words of folk art, Suona, and "Taiwan Pole", and I thought of a man named Zhang Wei.

After a long time, my distant relative is still a traitor!Looking at the young man's appearance, his eyebrows and eyes were slightly similar to Chen Yan's.I immediately understood that although Zhang's mother was not there, his spirit of pimping me will last forever.Heh, this group of fools, do I like Suona, "The Horse Pole" and Xiao Xianrou?

All I like is Chen Bengang.

At the end of the song, the young man who was somewhat similar to Chen Yan put down his suona.He looked up at me and smiled shyly: "Mr. Xu, you're making a fool of yourself."

I don't know anything about suona, so I dared to praise him a few words, and sighed in my heart, boy, you didn't make a fool of yourself tonight, but I really did.As the saying goes, good things don't go out, but bad things spread thousands of miles.After tonight, these unique "hobbies" of mine may have spread in the entertainment circle.Invite me to a similar dinner, it is estimated that it will develop into a small fresh meat folk art suona exchange meeting.

After this incident, I felt a little unhappy, and the dishes on the table suddenly became unsatisfactory. I only hope that the dinner can end soon so that I can video chat with Chen Yan.

I planned to go to him today, but it was too late.If I used to keep a group of people awake at the film and television city, and now everyone is tired, it would be better to rest earlier.

I signed a five-year contract with Chen Yan, and it's just a few hours away.

"Luo Zhou," Uncle Jiang looked at me worriedly, and said in a low voice, "You lost your mind after the little star played the suona. Tell me, do you have other thoughts in your heart, and you fell in love with him?"

Other ideas?

I turned my head to look at Uncle Jiang, his eyes were full of regret, and he almost wrote the words "you are lustful" on his face.

Why is Uncle Jiang's eyes so sensitive and ineffective? Why did I fall in love with him?

I was clearly thinking of another little goblin.

Before I could speak, Jiang Shuyu said earnestly: "Luo Zhou, is that what you call liking? You are saying that you are greedy for his body. People don't really like you, but like your money. How can there be such an occasion? What is love at first sight? It's nothing more than a power-sex transaction. It won't last long. If you want me to say, it's better to find a girl and start a family early. "

Uncle Jiang has always been keen on letting me start a family and start a career. Elders, I can understand.But every word and every word of his can remind me of the relationship between me and Chen Yan, insinuating, which makes me really depressed.I stretched out my chopsticks and picked a piece of shredded taro for him, hoping that he would speak sweeter next time, so as not to pierce my heart all the time.

"Thank you Mr. Xu." Uncle Jiang glanced at me lightly.

This old comrade is obviously angry with me. He used to have the best relationship with my dad. In recent years, he has taken care of me as his own son and is very concerned about my life-long affairs.When he knew that I liked men, he sued me for my dad's photo, crying that he was sorry for his old friend, who didn't teach me well.

For seven days in a row, I dreamed that my father, Comrade Xu Shu, would whip me with a belt.If it wasn't for my mother's persuasion in the end, he reluctantly agreed with my orientation, otherwise I would have suspected that he would become a resident guest in my dream.

The atmosphere in the room was gloomy, so I excused myself to go to the bathroom again and went out to smoke a cigarette.

There is a courtyard in the center of the hotel, and the mercury-like moonlight flows down from the square night sky above, shining brightly all over the floor.A rosebush in the atrium was blooming just right, and when the evening breeze passed, it was fragrant.

I slowly took a breath of cigarettes, walked forward aimlessly, and somehow came to the gate.The parking lot is full of luxury cars, and the lights are brightly lit, reflecting a scene of drunkenness.

I was walking around when my phone rang suddenly.I thought it was Uncle Jiang who was looking for me, but when I picked it up, the name on the screen was so familiar that my heart skipped a beat.

I answered the phone in a hurry: "Hello, Chen Yan?"

"President Xu, look to the right."

I hurriedly turned my head and saw an inconspicuous dim yellow streetlight on the opposite side of the road. Chen Yan was wearing a black short-sleeved shirt, standing there with a bag of cut watermelons in his right hand.He caught my gaze, smiled and waved to me.

At that moment, the sky full of stars seemed to fall on him, and I couldn't take my eyes off him.

I suddenly remembered a story about a poor scholar in the Tang Dynasty who fell in love with the fairy in the painting.Thinking about it day and night, that fairy actually came down from the painting and became the best in the world with the poor scholar.

I'm in the same mood as that poor scholar whose dream came true. I was both surprised and happy. I didn't expect Chen Yan to come to me at night, and I suddenly felt that my life was worth it.

My God, if I had known that being in love was such a joy, I should have engaged in him earlier. I have been blind for 27 years.

After carefully observing the surroundings, I made sure that no one had noticed our side, and then walked over quickly.Suppressing the excitement of wanting to hug Chen Yan, he quietly asked him, "How do you know I'm here?"

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