Chapter 74
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Li Xun is far from the only one who is moved by this film. The tears of netizens are about to merge into a sea.
I regret that chunhuashan didn't accompany his father to the cinema to watch the film when it was released. Now his father is no longer there, Sitting in front of my father's tombstone, I suddenly understood the poem that Chen Zhiye read to Chen Hua in the film
- regret + 1. From this film, we can see that Director Fu must love his father very much, but Director Fu was driven out of his home by his favorite father
- who told me that this is a comedy?! Come out, I can't kill him! Laozi's tears are not worth money. My eyes are still swollen now!
The saddest thing in life is that the tree wants to be quiet but the wind is still, and the son wants to support him without waiting for him. The saddest thing in life is that I feel like a tap. I have been running water since I saw the movie last night, and I haven't stopped now. I feel like I'm going to be dehydrated
Fu Zhen has been able to gain a lot of happiness just by watching online netizens' comments on chunhuashan these days. Jiang Hengshu came back from the company and saw him sitting on the carpet, blowing the air conditioner and giggling.
He came up, picked up Fu Zhen from the ground, put it on the sofa, and nodded Fu Zhen's forehead: "don't always sit on the ground."
Fu Zhen gave a cry and took two strawberries. One was sent to Jiang Hengshu's mouth and the other was put into his mouth. Jiang looked at the strawberry in Fu Zhen's hand, opened his mouth and held it in his mouth, Then he pressed on Fu Zhen. At last, they ate one and a half of the strawberry. The red juice flowed down Fu Zhen's mouth. Jiang Hengshu raised his hand and wiped the corner of his mouth with his finger pulp.
After a bit of mischief, Fu Zhen leaned on Jiang Hengshu's shoulder and gasped heavily. Jiang Heng Shu pursed his lips and chuckled, suggesting to Fu Zhen: "after the baby is born, we should take good exercise."
Fu Zhen sighed and laughed at Jiang Hengshu. Jiang Hengshu shook his head: "it's no use laughing. After a period of time, I'll take you out for a walk every morning." on the coffee table, there are some sketches of Fu Zhen. Jiang Hengshu reaches out and looks at it. His eyes stop on the signature in the lower right corner of the sketch, not Fu Zhen, but Jianwen.
"Jian Wen?" Jiang Hengshu has always known that Fu Zhen sometimes receives some drawings, but now he knows that Fu Zhen has such a name. He is curious, "how did you get such a name?"
Fu Zhen hesitated for a moment. Jiang Hengshu did not know the meaning of the name.
If he didn't say it, Jiang Hengshu would never have thought what these two words meant. Fu Zhen put his arm around Jiang Hengshu's neck and kissed him on his face. Then he moved his lips to Jiang Hengshu's ear and told him the secret he had hidden in his heart: "Jian Wen is - People laugh at me when they see me in Hengshu tone."
Jiang Hengshu was slightly shocked, and instantly understood what Fu Zhen's name meant. There was a glimmer in his blue eyes.
He gently hugged Fu Zhen and whispered to him in his ear, "I'm sorry."
"Why do you say that?" Fu Zhen raised his head and looked at Jiang Hengshu's eyes.
"You've been waiting so long, I should have understood it earlier." Jiang Hengshu said slowly that if he could understand that this man was different to himself, Fu Zhen could end his suffering earlier.
"Not for a long time," Fu Zhen said to Jiang Hengshu with a smile and crooked eyes. He said to Jiang Hengshu, "it's not long."
He took out his mobile phone and asked Jiang Hengshu, "do you have a microblog number?"
Jiang Hengshu thought about it and said to Fu Zhen, "there should be one. I applied in junior high school, but I haven't logged in for a long time. I'll see if I can find it back."
Jiang Hengshu took out his mobile phone and at Fu Zhen's hand, he first downloaded the microblog. After inputting it several times, he finally got the correct password. Then he had to bind the mobile phone number. He showed the mobile phone to Fu Zhen and said, "this."
Fu Zhen took Jiang Hengshu's mobile phone and took a look at it. This number looks too much like the water army number forwarded by Taobao maizan. Even the water army who brushes comments doesn't need such a white board number.
However, he was the only one who knew that with Jiang Hengshu's permission, Fu Zhen removed all the mess in his attention list, and then searched for Jianwen and added a note.
Then Fu Zhen logged on Jianwen's microblog, first shut down Jiang Hengshu, and then added a sentence in his personal introduction: "when people see my Hengshu tune, they sneer at me.".
Fu Zhen doubted that his micro blog was monitored by his fans 24 hours a day. His comments and private messages rose by dozens of times just after he was on the microblog.
Jian Wen has not appeared for a long time. Fu Zhen opened a private letter and found that there were people who asked for contributions from him, who cared about what he was doing now, and many people were speculating about his identity. Unexpectedly, someone guessed it.
Are you Director Fu, madam? ]
the reason for asking this question is that Jianwen's painting style is really in line with the original work of Shazhou chronicle, and they have also picked up other painters of Shazhou chronicle, and their micro blog dynamics are not in line with Jianwen. Finally, they put their eyes on Fu Zhen.After all the possibilities have been ruled out, the rest can no longer be the truth. Although this sentence is not suitable here, because they are not sure Jianwen must be one of the producers of Shazhou chronicle, it does not prevent them from guessing so.
Fu Zhen's finger hesitantly slid on the mobile phone screen. He looked at Jiang Hengshu beside him. Jiang Hengshu noticed his eyes and asked him, "what's the matter?"
Fu Zhen showed Jiang Hengshu the dialogue in his microblog. Jiang Hengshu didn't know much about these things, so he couldn't give Fu Zhen any advice. He just said to Fu Zhen, "you can decide for yourself."
Fu Zhen took a breath, rubbed his stomach, and finally returned a word to the fan.
[yes]
there was no news from the other side for a long time. Fu Zhen guessed that the other party might not accept the stimulation, so he left his mobile phone and ran around. He was about to turn off his mobile phone, but the other party sent another message. It was a whole page. Fu Zhen counted 286 of them, followed by 16 exclamation marks.
I'm going to have a heart attack! How exciting! ]
[I can't do it. Oh, ah, ah, it's really a wife]
[God, I never dreamed that it should be a real wife. Do you still accept the manuscript]
Can I send it out, madam? ]
before, Fu Zhen felt that it was a shame for his fans to know that he was a producer to draw colleagues, but now he feels relieved that he can make money on his own, which is nothing to be seen from.
[yes]
then Fu Zhen added: "however, this number will not receive any more manuscripts]
soon this chat record was sent out by fans, and fans of Shazhou chronicle rushed to Jianwen's microblog like fighting chicken blood, and searched for the pictures of people she had drawn in the past time.
The fans of Shazhou chronicle are very sorry. Why didn't they find the treasure lady before? If they found out, they could throw money at him and hurt both hands.
The fans who had been lucky enough to make an appointment with Jianwen before were all happy as if they were going to celebrate the new year. The original work drew a picture of the same person for you personally. This is the pinnacle of life for CP! In the future, they must mount this picture well and hang it on the wall for future generations to admire.
These life winners include Li Xun, a milk yellow bag. When she knew the news, she was finishing her class. She got up from her seat and scared the students around her.
The old professor on the platform stopped his lecture and asked Li Xun, "what can I do for you?"
"Teacher, I have a stomachache. Go to the toilet." With the permission of the old professor, Li Xun rushed out of his seat and ran to the toilet across the classroom.
Looking at the screenshot of a Shazhou chronicle fan in the microblog, and looking at the picture of the people she had arranged with in Jianwen, Li Xun just wanted to shout to everyone: "my life is worth your life"
but reason stopped her. Finally, she squatted on the ground, holding her mobile phone in one hand, hammering her thigh with one hand, laughing like a fool.
After a long time, Li Xun's mood gradually stabilized. Her first picture of a friend she met from Jianwen only cost 150 yuan. Looking at the chat record of her bargaining with Jianwen on Weibo before, Li Xun suddenly felt extremely distressed. At that time, Mrs. Hou's life must be very unhappy. Otherwise, she would not make money by connecting with others Well, it was really bad that I still squeezed my wife at that time.
fans who have the same idea are not only Li Xun, but they have already known his Alipay account when they are writing with Fu Zhen. They have been fighting money for Fu Zhen to make their own efforts.
Fu Zhen didn't expect to get such a result after losing his horse. He quickly transferred all the money to his fans and sent a micro blog, "you don't need to give me money. Shazhou chronicle fund is enough. All the money you transferred has been transferred back to you."
but this micro-blog can't completely stop fans who are enthusiastic. Finally, Fu Zhen simply set a ban on stranger transfers to Alipay.
After the carnival, fans found that Jianwen's attention list only focused on one person, whose name was Hengshu.
Fans were curious to enter Fu Zhen's microblog number and found that it was just a whiteboard number. They only praised all the microblogs that Fu Zhen had sent before. Fans guessed that Hengshu might be a friend of Fu Zhen in reality, and they didn't care too much. As for the poem introduced by him, they just glanced at it and ignored it.
……
After Fu Zhen solved the matter on Weibo, he continued to discuss the adaptation of white castle with Luo Pingping.
Meanwhile, with the help of Qin Zhao, Tang wanwan also took part in the audition of Zhang Yige's latest film, Alice the genius.
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Li Xun is far from the only one who is moved by this film. The tears of netizens are about to merge into a sea.
I regret that chunhuashan didn't accompany his father to the cinema to watch the film when it was released. Now his father is no longer there, Sitting in front of my father's tombstone, I suddenly understood the poem that Chen Zhiye read to Chen Hua in the film
- regret + 1. From this film, we can see that Director Fu must love his father very much, but Director Fu was driven out of his home by his favorite father
- who told me that this is a comedy?! Come out, I can't kill him! Laozi's tears are not worth money. My eyes are still swollen now!
The saddest thing in life is that the tree wants to be quiet but the wind is still, and the son wants to support him without waiting for him. The saddest thing in life is that I feel like a tap. I have been running water since I saw the movie last night, and I haven't stopped now. I feel like I'm going to be dehydrated
Fu Zhen has been able to gain a lot of happiness just by watching online netizens' comments on chunhuashan these days. Jiang Hengshu came back from the company and saw him sitting on the carpet, blowing the air conditioner and giggling.
He came up, picked up Fu Zhen from the ground, put it on the sofa, and nodded Fu Zhen's forehead: "don't always sit on the ground."
Fu Zhen gave a cry and took two strawberries. One was sent to Jiang Hengshu's mouth and the other was put into his mouth. Jiang looked at the strawberry in Fu Zhen's hand, opened his mouth and held it in his mouth, Then he pressed on Fu Zhen. At last, they ate one and a half of the strawberry. The red juice flowed down Fu Zhen's mouth. Jiang Hengshu raised his hand and wiped the corner of his mouth with his finger pulp.
After a bit of mischief, Fu Zhen leaned on Jiang Hengshu's shoulder and gasped heavily. Jiang Heng Shu pursed his lips and chuckled, suggesting to Fu Zhen: "after the baby is born, we should take good exercise."
Fu Zhen sighed and laughed at Jiang Hengshu. Jiang Hengshu shook his head: "it's no use laughing. After a period of time, I'll take you out for a walk every morning." on the coffee table, there are some sketches of Fu Zhen. Jiang Hengshu reaches out and looks at it. His eyes stop on the signature in the lower right corner of the sketch, not Fu Zhen, but Jianwen.
"Jian Wen?" Jiang Hengshu has always known that Fu Zhen sometimes receives some drawings, but now he knows that Fu Zhen has such a name. He is curious, "how did you get such a name?"
Fu Zhen hesitated for a moment. Jiang Hengshu did not know the meaning of the name.
If he didn't say it, Jiang Hengshu would never have thought what these two words meant. Fu Zhen put his arm around Jiang Hengshu's neck and kissed him on his face. Then he moved his lips to Jiang Hengshu's ear and told him the secret he had hidden in his heart: "Jian Wen is - People laugh at me when they see me in Hengshu tone."
Jiang Hengshu was slightly shocked, and instantly understood what Fu Zhen's name meant. There was a glimmer in his blue eyes.
He gently hugged Fu Zhen and whispered to him in his ear, "I'm sorry."
"Why do you say that?" Fu Zhen raised his head and looked at Jiang Hengshu's eyes.
"You've been waiting so long, I should have understood it earlier." Jiang Hengshu said slowly that if he could understand that this man was different to himself, Fu Zhen could end his suffering earlier.
"Not for a long time," Fu Zhen said to Jiang Hengshu with a smile and crooked eyes. He said to Jiang Hengshu, "it's not long."
He took out his mobile phone and asked Jiang Hengshu, "do you have a microblog number?"
Jiang Hengshu thought about it and said to Fu Zhen, "there should be one. I applied in junior high school, but I haven't logged in for a long time. I'll see if I can find it back."
Jiang Hengshu took out his mobile phone and at Fu Zhen's hand, he first downloaded the microblog. After inputting it several times, he finally got the correct password. Then he had to bind the mobile phone number. He showed the mobile phone to Fu Zhen and said, "this."
Fu Zhen took Jiang Hengshu's mobile phone and took a look at it. This number looks too much like the water army number forwarded by Taobao maizan. Even the water army who brushes comments doesn't need such a white board number.
However, he was the only one who knew that with Jiang Hengshu's permission, Fu Zhen removed all the mess in his attention list, and then searched for Jianwen and added a note.
Then Fu Zhen logged on Jianwen's microblog, first shut down Jiang Hengshu, and then added a sentence in his personal introduction: "when people see my Hengshu tune, they sneer at me.".
Fu Zhen doubted that his micro blog was monitored by his fans 24 hours a day. His comments and private messages rose by dozens of times just after he was on the microblog.
Jian Wen has not appeared for a long time. Fu Zhen opened a private letter and found that there were people who asked for contributions from him, who cared about what he was doing now, and many people were speculating about his identity. Unexpectedly, someone guessed it.
Are you Director Fu, madam? ]
the reason for asking this question is that Jianwen's painting style is really in line with the original work of Shazhou chronicle, and they have also picked up other painters of Shazhou chronicle, and their micro blog dynamics are not in line with Jianwen. Finally, they put their eyes on Fu Zhen.After all the possibilities have been ruled out, the rest can no longer be the truth. Although this sentence is not suitable here, because they are not sure Jianwen must be one of the producers of Shazhou chronicle, it does not prevent them from guessing so.
Fu Zhen's finger hesitantly slid on the mobile phone screen. He looked at Jiang Hengshu beside him. Jiang Hengshu noticed his eyes and asked him, "what's the matter?"
Fu Zhen showed Jiang Hengshu the dialogue in his microblog. Jiang Hengshu didn't know much about these things, so he couldn't give Fu Zhen any advice. He just said to Fu Zhen, "you can decide for yourself."
Fu Zhen took a breath, rubbed his stomach, and finally returned a word to the fan.
[yes]
there was no news from the other side for a long time. Fu Zhen guessed that the other party might not accept the stimulation, so he left his mobile phone and ran around. He was about to turn off his mobile phone, but the other party sent another message. It was a whole page. Fu Zhen counted 286 of them, followed by 16 exclamation marks.
I'm going to have a heart attack! How exciting! ]
[I can't do it. Oh, ah, ah, it's really a wife]
[God, I never dreamed that it should be a real wife. Do you still accept the manuscript]
Can I send it out, madam? ]
before, Fu Zhen felt that it was a shame for his fans to know that he was a producer to draw colleagues, but now he feels relieved that he can make money on his own, which is nothing to be seen from.
[yes]
then Fu Zhen added: "however, this number will not receive any more manuscripts]
soon this chat record was sent out by fans, and fans of Shazhou chronicle rushed to Jianwen's microblog like fighting chicken blood, and searched for the pictures of people she had drawn in the past time.
The fans of Shazhou chronicle are very sorry. Why didn't they find the treasure lady before? If they found out, they could throw money at him and hurt both hands.
The fans who had been lucky enough to make an appointment with Jianwen before were all happy as if they were going to celebrate the new year. The original work drew a picture of the same person for you personally. This is the pinnacle of life for CP! In the future, they must mount this picture well and hang it on the wall for future generations to admire.
These life winners include Li Xun, a milk yellow bag. When she knew the news, she was finishing her class. She got up from her seat and scared the students around her.
The old professor on the platform stopped his lecture and asked Li Xun, "what can I do for you?"
"Teacher, I have a stomachache. Go to the toilet." With the permission of the old professor, Li Xun rushed out of his seat and ran to the toilet across the classroom.
Looking at the screenshot of a Shazhou chronicle fan in the microblog, and looking at the picture of the people she had arranged with in Jianwen, Li Xun just wanted to shout to everyone: "my life is worth your life"
but reason stopped her. Finally, she squatted on the ground, holding her mobile phone in one hand, hammering her thigh with one hand, laughing like a fool.
After a long time, Li Xun's mood gradually stabilized. Her first picture of a friend she met from Jianwen only cost 150 yuan. Looking at the chat record of her bargaining with Jianwen on Weibo before, Li Xun suddenly felt extremely distressed. At that time, Mrs. Hou's life must be very unhappy. Otherwise, she would not make money by connecting with others Well, it was really bad that I still squeezed my wife at that time.
fans who have the same idea are not only Li Xun, but they have already known his Alipay account when they are writing with Fu Zhen. They have been fighting money for Fu Zhen to make their own efforts.
Fu Zhen didn't expect to get such a result after losing his horse. He quickly transferred all the money to his fans and sent a micro blog, "you don't need to give me money. Shazhou chronicle fund is enough. All the money you transferred has been transferred back to you."
but this micro-blog can't completely stop fans who are enthusiastic. Finally, Fu Zhen simply set a ban on stranger transfers to Alipay.
After the carnival, fans found that Jianwen's attention list only focused on one person, whose name was Hengshu.
Fans were curious to enter Fu Zhen's microblog number and found that it was just a whiteboard number. They only praised all the microblogs that Fu Zhen had sent before. Fans guessed that Hengshu might be a friend of Fu Zhen in reality, and they didn't care too much. As for the poem introduced by him, they just glanced at it and ignored it.
……
After Fu Zhen solved the matter on Weibo, he continued to discuss the adaptation of white castle with Luo Pingping.
Meanwhile, with the help of Qin Zhao, Tang wanwan also took part in the audition of Zhang Yige's latest film, Alice the genius.
Li Xun is far from the only one who is moved by this film. The tears of netizens are about to merge into a sea. I regret that chunhuashan didn't accompany his father to the cinema to watch the film when it was released. Now his father is no longer there, Sitting in front of my father's tombstone, I suddenly understood the poem that Chen Zhiye read to Chen Hua in the film - regret + 1. From this film, we can see that Director Fu must love his father very much, but Director Fu was driven out of his home by his favorite father - who told me that this is a comedy?! Come out, I can't kill him! Laozi's tears are not worth money. My eyes are still swollen now! The saddest thing in life is that the tree wants to be quiet but the wind is still, and the son wants to support him without waiting for him. The saddest thing in life is that I feel like a tap. I have been running water since I saw the movie last night, and I haven't stopped now. I feel like I'm going to be dehydrated Fu Zhen has been able to gain a lot of happiness just by watching online netizens' comments on chunhuashan these days. Jiang Hengshu came back from the company and saw him sitting on the carpet, blowing the air conditioner and giggling. He came up, picked up Fu Zhen from the ground, put it on the sofa, and nodded Fu Zhen's forehead: "don't always sit on the ground." Fu Zhen gave a cry and took two strawberries. One was sent to Jiang Hengshu's mouth and the other was put into his mouth. Jiang looked at the strawberry in Fu Zhen's hand, opened his mouth and held it in his mouth, Then he pressed on Fu Zhen. At last, they ate one and a half of the strawberry. The red juice flowed down Fu Zhen's mouth. Jiang Hengshu raised his hand and wiped the corner of his mouth with his finger pulp. After a bit of mischief, Fu Zhen leaned on Jiang Hengshu's shoulder and gasped heavily. Jiang Heng Shu pursed his lips and chuckled, suggesting to Fu Zhen: "after the baby is born, we should take good exercise." Fu Zhen sighed and laughed at Jiang Hengshu. Jiang Hengshu shook his head: "it's no use laughing. After a period of time, I'll take you out for a walk every morning." on the coffee table, there are some sketches of Fu Zhen. Jiang Hengshu reaches out and looks at it. His eyes stop on the signature in the lower right corner of the sketch, not Fu Zhen, but Jianwen. "Jian Wen?" Jiang Hengshu has always known that Fu Zhen sometimes receives some drawings, but now he knows that Fu Zhen has such a name. He is curious, "how did you get such a name?" Fu Zhen hesitated for a moment. Jiang Hengshu did not know the meaning of the name. If he didn't say it, Jiang Hengshu would never have thought what these two words meant. Fu Zhen put his arm around Jiang Hengshu's neck and kissed him on his face. Then he moved his lips to Jiang Hengshu's ear and told him the secret he had hidden in his heart: "Jian Wen is - People laugh at me when they see me in Hengshu tone." Jiang Hengshu was slightly shocked, and instantly understood what Fu Zhen's name meant. There was a glimmer in his blue eyes. He gently hugged Fu Zhen and whispered to him in his ear, "I'm sorry." "Why do you say that?" Fu Zhen raised his head and looked at Jiang Hengshu's eyes. "You've been waiting so long, I should have understood it earlier." Jiang Hengshu said slowly that if he could understand that this man was different to himself, Fu Zhen could end his suffering earlier. "Not for a long time," Fu Zhen said to Jiang Hengshu with a smile and crooked eyes. He said to Jiang Hengshu, "it's not long." He took out his mobile phone and asked Jiang Hengshu, "do you have a microblog number?" Jiang Hengshu thought about it and said to Fu Zhen, "there should be one. I applied in junior high school, but I haven't logged in for a long time. I'll see if I can find it back." Jiang Hengshu took out his mobile phone and at Fu Zhen's hand, he first downloaded the microblog. After inputting it several times, he finally got the correct password. Then he had to bind the mobile phone number. He showed the mobile phone to Fu Zhen and said, "this." Fu Zhen took Jiang Hengshu's mobile phone and took a look at it. This number looks too much like the water army number forwarded by Taobao maizan. Even the water army who brushes comments doesn't need such a white board number. However, he was the only one who knew that with Jiang Hengshu's permission, Fu Zhen removed all the mess in his attention list, and then searched for Jianwen and added a note. Then Fu Zhen logged on Jianwen's microblog, first shut down Jiang Hengshu, and then added a sentence in his personal introduction: "when people see my Hengshu tune, they sneer at me.". Fu Zhen doubted that his micro blog was monitored by his fans 24 hours a day. His comments and private messages rose by dozens of times just after he was on the microblog. Jian Wen has not appeared for a long time. Fu Zhen opened a private letter and found that there were people who asked for contributions from him, who cared about what he was doing now, and many people were speculating about his identity. Unexpectedly, someone guessed it. Are you Director Fu, madam? the reason for asking this question is that Jianwen's painting style is really in line with the original work of Shazhou chronicle, and they have also picked up other painters of Shazhou chronicle, and their micro blog dynamics are not in line with Jianwen. Finally, they put their eyes on Fu Zhen.After all the possibilities have been ruled out, the rest can no longer be the truth. Although this sentence is not suitable here, because they are not sure Jianwen must be one of the producers of Shazhou chronicle, it does not prevent them from guessing so. Fu Zhen's finger hesitantly slid on the mobile phone screen. He looked at Jiang Hengshu beside him. Jiang Hengshu noticed his eyes and asked him, "what's the matter?" Fu Zhen showed Jiang Hengshu the dialogue in his microblog. Jiang Hengshu didn't know much about these things, so he couldn't give Fu Zhen any advice. He just said to Fu Zhen, "you can decide for yourself." Fu Zhen took a breath, rubbed his stomach, and finally returned a word to the fan. yes there was no news from the other side for a long time. Fu Zhen guessed that the other party might not accept the stimulation, so he left his mobile phone and ran around. He was about to turn off his mobile phone, but the other party sent another message. It was a whole page. Fu Zhen counted 286 of them, followed by 16 exclamation marks. I'm going to have a heart attack! How exciting! I can't do it. Oh, ah, ah, it's really a wife God, I never dreamed that it should be a real wife. Do you still accept the manuscript Can I send it out, madam? before, Fu Zhen felt that it was a shame for his fans to know that he was a producer to draw colleagues, but now he feels relieved that he can make money on his own, which is nothing to be seen from. yes then Fu Zhen added: "however, this number will not receive any more manuscripts soon this chat record was sent out by fans, and fans of Shazhou chronicle rushed to Jianwen's microblog like fighting chicken blood, and searched for the pictures of people she had drawn in the past time. The fans of Shazhou chronicle are very sorry. Why didn't they find the treasure lady before? If they found out, they could throw money at him and hurt both hands. The fans who had been lucky enough to make an appointment with Jianwen before were all happy as if they were going to celebrate the new year. The original work drew a picture of the same person for you personally. This is the pinnacle of life for CP! In the future, they must mount this picture well and hang it on the wall for future generations to admire. These life winners include Li Xun, a milk yellow bag. When she knew the news, she was finishing her class. She got up from her seat and scared the students around her. The old professor on the platform stopped his lecture and asked Li Xun, "what can I do for you?" "Teacher, I have a stomachache. Go to the toilet." With the permission of the old professor, Li Xun rushed out of his seat and ran to the toilet across the classroom. Looking at the screenshot of a Shazhou chronicle fan in the microblog, and looking at the picture of the people she had arranged with in Jianwen, Li Xun just wanted to shout to everyone: "my life is worth your life" but reason stopped her. Finally, she squatted on the ground, holding her mobile phone in one hand, hammering her thigh with one hand, laughing like a fool. After a long time, Li Xun's mood gradually stabilized. Her first picture of a friend she met from Jianwen only cost 150 yuan. Looking at the chat record of her bargaining with Jianwen on Weibo before, Li Xun suddenly felt extremely distressed. At that time, Mrs. Hou's life must be very unhappy. Otherwise, she would not make money by connecting with others Well, it was really bad that I still squeezed my wife at that time. fans who have the same idea are not only Li Xun, but they have already known his Alipay account when they are writing with Fu Zhen. They have been fighting money for Fu Zhen to make their own efforts. Fu Zhen didn't expect to get such a result after losing his horse. He quickly transferred all the money to his fans and sent a micro blog, "you don't need to give me money. Shazhou chronicle fund is enough. All the money you transferred has been transferred back to you." but this micro-blog can't completely stop fans who are enthusiastic. Finally, Fu Zhen simply set a ban on stranger transfers to Alipay. After the carnival, fans found that Jianwen's attention list only focused on one person, whose name was Hengshu. Fans were curious to enter Fu Zhen's microblog number and found that it was just a whiteboard number. They only praised all the microblogs that Fu Zhen had sent before. Fans guessed that Hengshu might be a friend of Fu Zhen in reality, and they didn't care too much. As for the poem introduced by him, they just glanced at it and ignored it. After Fu Zhen solved the matter on Weibo, he continued to discuss the adaptation of white castle with Luo Pingping. Meanwhile, with the help of Qin Zhao, Tang wanwan also took part in the audition of Zhang Yige's latest film, Alice the genius.
