Early this morning, Lin Anran wasn't very energetic, even though he was usually dull.
Before going out, Shang Hao leaned over and hugged Lin Anran, then he held his face and said, "I'm leaving now, but I'm going to love me."
Lin Anran: "Okay."
Shang Hao did not expect that he promised so quickly. Sure enough, he reorganized his spirit and stared at him with a quiet and serious look.
Thinking about it carefully, Lin Anran hardly said that he loved him. It doesn't matter to Shang Hao, he is just afraid to show the soft inside, especially such a private and deep emotion.
When he said yes, Shang Hao was a bit suspicious that he had misheard it. This was a moment worth recording.
But he waited for almost a minute, and the two stood quietly at the door for a full minute.
Shang Hao didn't intend to interrupt, but he might still be in a buffer. Another minute passed, and finally he couldn't help but silently ask Lin Anran with his eyes: "?"
Lin Anran still had that pure and serious look in her eyes: "I said it in my heart."
Shang Hao:
Shang Hao: "...Okay, I love you too."
It was not to doubt him, but he was a pragmatic person, and Shang Hao knew that he must have said it to himself in his heart.
Very good, this is very Lin Anran.
Lin Anran watched Shang Hao's back into the elevator, and he closed the door of his house.
Staying alone in a quiet home, Lin Anran leaned against the door panel and let out a sigh.
It's not that he doesn't like being alone, it's that it's a little different today. For every second that time passed, he was one step closer to the schedule of meeting Teacher Zhou tomorrow.
When he saw Teacher Zhou before, he didn't feel so much pressure, mainly because he hadn't figured out how to face the question that Teacher Zhou would ask him tomorrow.
In order to escape the pressure, Lin Anran began to divert his attention, and he sat down to draw today's manuscript.
This method has a certain effect for him. Lin Anran was less anxious for a while.
Outside of work, he also touched a fish, the draft stream is also a work to avoid pressure.
There are only simple lines in the painting, which outlines the picture of two hands holding together. The larger hand is holding the small one, without coloring, like two white birds nestling together.
This painting may seem ordinary to ordinary viewers, but only the person in the painting can recognize it at a glance. It is Ranran and Haohao's hand.
Lin Anran put down the painting in his hand and glanced at the time.
After sinking my heart, the flow of time became a little faster, and in a blink of an eye it was the point where I should have lunch.
But after a long time, he felt that his freedom was cut in half.
There are more unread messages on the phone on the side. Lin Anran read them one by one in chronological order, only to realize that Tingting had also sent him countless messages in the morning.
Lin Anran clicked on the thumping message, and the question marks and exclamation marks that filled the entire screen made him stunned.
What's wrong? The deadline hasn't arrived... His first reaction was to reflect on himself, and then continue to draw up for a while. Finally, he finally pulled out some useful information from the pile of question marks.
Should I say it or not, the emotions of pounding every day are very strong. Lin Anran sighed, clicked to load and sent a photo.
He was shooting a financial magazine, and the key was the cover of the magazine. It happened that Lin Anran showed the thumping yesterday, the new target of his talk.
Lin Anran, who was drowning in the thumping full screen of question marks, became the first to become a guilty conscience.
...Was discovered.
[Thumping bang bang: Lin Anran! ! ! ! ! ! ! I see you are typing! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
The sudden news prompt scared Lin Anran almost to lose the phone. As soon as he caught him online, he began to bombard him with crazy news.
[Thumping bang bang: What! What! Back! thing! ! ! ! ! !
[Thumping: If I remember correctly, is your boyfriend the one on the cover of the magazine? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
[Thumping bang bang: Huh? ? ? ? Don't you say I called! ! ! I really hit it! ! ! ! ! !
Lin Anran, the chatter, was still struggling to organize the language, but he had to make a call on the other side. He was so scared that he immediately bit his scalp and hurriedly sent the word "um".
I felt even more guilty...
[Thumping bang bang: Impossible! You lied to me!
Seeing this sentence sent by Ting Ting, Lin Anran had a strong sense of substitution, feeling that her fig leaf had been lifted off in broad daylight.
This sentence accurately hit his dead spot, and it hit him quite hard. This is the case, the first reaction of normal people is impossible...
Lin Anran's anxiety recurred. The words in the input box were typed and deleted, and his fingers were shaking.
[Thumping bang bang: Wait a minute. I'll go to the top of the building and scream first]
After the pounding side, there was no movement after typing this sentence. He returned ten minutes later, and after venting on the roof, the thump on the other side seemed to be just a little calmer.
He continued to bomb Lin Anran with news.
[Thumping bang bang: What kind of presidential text is this? ? What are you Lin Versailles Enron? ? ?
[Thumping: Excuse me, can the villain have the honour to take a look at this legendary bigwig? ? Please! ! ! ! !
Lin Anran bounced from her chair, typing very anxiously and nervously: "No."
[Thumping: Ah... is it confidential, understanding?]
After he thumped and said something, Lin Anran had no strength to deal with it, and um, ended the conversation.
Putting down the phone, he felt that his performance just now was really bad, too bad.
I can be so nervous across the phone screen, so what should I do if I should face Teacher Zhou tomorrow?
He weakly buried his face in the pillow, trying again to escape reality.
No matter how Lin Anran didn't want to, the sky still darkened a little bit as time passed. In the afternoon, his work efficiency is also low, so he paints for a while and stops for a while.
I received another message on the phone. The courier station downstairs reminded him to pick up the package in time. It should have been a new sample book sent by the publisher.
But Lin Anran was really exhausted today and didn't want to go out much. It happened that Lin Anran, who was at home, sent a message saying that he was leaving get off work this morning, so he asked for him to bring him up by the way when he got off work today.
......Lin Anran reacted, he had given up struggling as expected, and now he was calling for the others.
Lin Anran didn't eat dinner and didn't feel hungry, but was tired. He fell on the sofa and fell asleep without knowing it, his brows still frowning slightly.
Shang Hao brought him the package by the way when he came back at night.
"What you bought is quite heavy." He said.
Lin Anran is unpacking the courier package, which is a bit large. When the packaging bag opens, there is something like the pillow core of a pillow, and then a piece of cloth.
Lin Anran was stunned for a second after seeing the real thing, then stared wide.
Lin Anran:!
It was the things he bought that arrived. I didn't expect it to be so fast. I just bought it the day before yesterday and arrived today!
Lin Anran couldn't wait any longer. First unfold the stuff that is compressed like the pillow core, pat and pat, then unfold the pillowcase, and put it on a little bit like this...
finished.
One is Shang Hao's customized full-length pillow.
To be on the safe side, in order not to infringe on the portrait right of Shang Hao, a natural person in the society, he painted a picture of Shang Hao himself, and then sent the picture to the store for customization.
Super beautiful and super restored. The real thing looks very big and satisfying, and the long pillow waiting for the body is particularly secure, and Lin Anran's expressionless face slowly shows a light flush of excitement.
He picked up the phone and looked at how other peoples praise was written, and he also wanted to leave praise for the business.
I saw a variety of comments in the comments, such as "wife sauce received, soft and comfortable, conscientious seller", and "comfortable to sleep in hugs hehehe~"
Lin Anran thought for a while, began to organize the language, and finished typing in one minute and sent it out: "My husband received it, I am very comfortable, thank you the seller."
The picture can't be posted, he ordered a five-star praise.
After finishing this, Lin Anran raised his head with a satisfied expression, and touched and squeezed his custom-made Shang Hao.
And Shang Hao himself was watching the interaction between the two with his hands in bewilderment for a long time.
##
Because Lin Anran's bewildering behavior was too bewildering, that Shang Hao had been confused for a long time without being able to make a proper response.
Specifically, it is the kind of experience that I feel green, but not strictly speaking.
"Lin Anran." A voice suddenly intervened and interrupted Lin Anran's movements.
Lin Anran continued to raise his gaze, and saw Shang Hao himself with a black face.
"What is this?" He walked over and lifted the corner of the "self" on the sofa, his expression telling Lin Anran that you had better have a reasonable explanation.
Lin Anran: "Ah..."
A wonderful quiet atmosphere permeated between the two of them.
Lin Anran said, "It will be very comfortable to sleep with this one."
Shang Hao: "Don't you think there is something wrong with this sentence?"
So who is sleeping next to you every night?
Lin Anran whispered firmly, "I also have a vibration massage."
Shang Hao: "...If you are pursuing this, compared to it, I can still get fever."
Shang Hao just wanted to get angry at the moment but didn't know where to send it. With all due respect, is this a strange otaku hobby?
But isn't he here?
"Return." He said categorically.
Lin Anran was speechless. He opened his mouth to refute but couldn't refute it. After holding back for a while, he had to call his name: "Shang Hao..."
"It's useless what you said today."
Lin Anran lowered his head like the little brother begging for mercy on TV: "Brother Hao."
Shang Hao:...
In the end, the long-length pillow was thrown into the guest room by Shang Hao and locked the door. That was his final step backward as the original.
Lin Anran wanted to know it a long time ago that he would tear it up behind his back. He didn't expect that his separation would actually embarrass himself. It was because of that pillow that I had to start very hard today.
Lin Anran felt the strength of the bite on her neck, and felt that tomorrow she must leave a mark.
Thinking of tomorrow, his head started to aches again. He can only cover it with a band-aid, if it doesn't work, he will add some paint and paste on it himself.
What he sees is not necessarily what others see. He couldn't even really show the real picture of the two of them in a pounding. He was afraid that the double picture would become a single picture, and he would only be more alert to Teacher Zhou.
Otaku Ranran: (Hold the paper husband tightly.jpg)
Early this morning, Lin Anran wasn't very energetic, even though he was usually dull.
Before going out, Shang Hao leaned over and hugged Lin Anran, then he held his face and said, "I'm leaving now, but I'm going to love me."
Lin Anran: "Okay."
Shang Hao did not expect that he promised so quickly. Sure enough, he reorganized his spirit and stared at him with a quiet and serious look.
Thinking about it carefully, Lin Anran hardly said that he loved him. It doesn't matter to Shang Hao, he is just afraid to show the soft inside, especially such a private and deep emotion.
When he said yes, Shang Hao was a bit suspicious that he had misheard it. This was a moment worth recording.
But he waited for almost a minute, and the two stood quietly at the door for a full minute.
Shang Hao didn't intend to interrupt, but he might still be in a buffer. Another minute passed, and finally he couldn't help but silently ask Lin Anran with his eyes: "?"
Lin Anran still had that pure and serious look in her eyes: "I said it in my heart."
Shang Hao:
Shang Hao: "...Okay, I love you too."
It was not to doubt him, but he was a pragmatic person, and Shang Hao knew that he must have said it to himself in his heart.
Very good, this is very Lin Anran.
Lin Anran watched Shang Hao's back into the elevator, and he closed the door of his house.
Staying alone in a quiet home, Lin Anran leaned against the door panel and let out a sigh.
It's not that he doesn't like being alone, it's that it's a little different today. For every second that time passed, he was one step closer to the schedule of meeting Teacher Zhou tomorrow.
When he saw Teacher Zhou before, he didn't feel so much pressure, mainly because he hadn't figured out how to face the question that Teacher Zhou would ask him tomorrow.
In order to escape the pressure, Lin Anran began to divert his attention, and he sat down to draw today's manuscript.
This method has a certain effect for him. Lin Anran was less anxious for a while.
Outside of work, he also touched a fish, the draft stream is also a work to avoid pressure.
There are only simple lines in the painting, which outlines the picture of two hands holding together. The larger hand is holding the small one, without coloring, like two white birds nestling together.
This painting may seem ordinary to ordinary viewers, but only the person in the painting can recognize it at a glance. It is Ranran and Haohao's hand.
Lin Anran put down the painting in his hand and glanced at the time.
After sinking my heart, the flow of time became a little faster, and in a blink of an eye it was the point where I should have lunch.
But after a long time, he felt that his freedom was cut in half.
There are more unread messages on the phone on the side. Lin Anran read them one by one in chronological order, only to realize that Tingting had also sent him countless messages in the morning.
Lin Anran clicked on the thumping message, and the question marks and exclamation marks that filled the entire screen made him stunned.
What's wrong? The deadline hasn't arrived... His first reaction was to reflect on himself, and then continue to draw up for a while. Finally, he finally pulled out some useful information from the pile of question marks.
Should I say it or not, the emotions of pounding every day are very strong. Lin Anran sighed, clicked to load and sent a photo.
He was shooting a financial magazine, and the key was the cover of the magazine. It happened that Lin Anran showed the thumping yesterday, the new target of his talk.
Lin Anran, who was drowning in the thumping full screen of question marks, became the first to become a guilty conscience.
...Was discovered.
[Thumping bang bang: Lin Anran! ! ! ! ! ! ! I see you are typing! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
The sudden news prompt scared Lin Anran almost to lose the phone. As soon as he caught him online, he began to bombard him with crazy news.
[Thumping bang bang: What! What! Back! thing! ! ! ! ! !
[Thumping: If I remember correctly, is your boyfriend the one on the cover of the magazine? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
[Thumping bang bang: Huh? ? ? ? Don't you say I called! ! ! I really hit it! ! ! ! ! !
Lin Anran, the chatter, was still struggling to organize the language, but he had to make a call on the other side. He was so scared that he immediately bit his scalp and hurriedly sent the word "um".
I felt even more guilty...
[Thumping bang bang: Impossible! You lied to me!
Seeing this sentence sent by Ting Ting, Lin Anran had a strong sense of substitution, feeling that her fig leaf had been lifted off in broad daylight.
This sentence accurately hit his dead spot, and it hit him quite hard. This is the case, the first reaction of normal people is impossible...
Lin Anran's anxiety recurred. The words in the input box were typed and deleted, and his fingers were shaking.
[Thumping bang bang: Wait a minute. I'll go to the top of the building and scream first]
After the pounding side, there was no movement after typing this sentence. He returned ten minutes later, and after venting on the roof, the thump on the other side seemed to be just a little calmer.
He continued to bomb Lin Anran with news.
[Thumping bang bang: What kind of presidential text is this? ? What are you Lin Versailles Enron? ? ?
[Thumping: Excuse me, can the villain have the honour to take a look at this legendary bigwig? ? Please! ! ! ! !
Lin Anran bounced from her chair, typing very anxiously and nervously: "No."
[Thumping: Ah... is it confidential, understanding?]
After he thumped and said something, Lin Anran had no strength to deal with it, and um, ended the conversation.
Putting down the phone, he felt that his performance just now was really bad, too bad.
I can be so nervous across the phone screen, so what should I do if I should face Teacher Zhou tomorrow?
He weakly buried his face in the pillow, trying again to escape reality.
No matter how Lin Anran didn't want to, the sky still darkened a little bit as time passed. In the afternoon, his work efficiency is also low, so he paints for a while and stops for a while.
I received another message on the phone. The courier station downstairs reminded him to pick up the package in time. It should have been a new sample book sent by the publisher.
But Lin Anran was really exhausted today and didn't want to go out much. It happened that Lin Anran, who was at home, sent a message saying that he was leaving get off work this morning, so he asked for him to bring him up by the way when he got off work today.
......Lin Anran reacted, he had given up struggling as expected, and now he was calling for the others.
Lin Anran didn't eat dinner and didn't feel hungry, but was tired. He fell on the sofa and fell asleep without knowing it, his brows still frowning slightly.
Shang Hao brought him the package by the way when he came back at night.
"What you bought is quite heavy." He said.
Lin Anran is unpacking the courier package, which is a bit large. When the packaging bag opens, there is something like the pillow core of a pillow, and then a piece of cloth.
Lin Anran was stunned for a second after seeing the real thing, then stared wide.
Lin Anran:!
It was the things he bought that arrived. I didn't expect it to be so fast. I just bought it the day before yesterday and arrived today!
Lin Anran couldn't wait any longer. First unfold the stuff that is compressed like the pillow core, pat and pat, then unfold the pillowcase, and put it on a little bit like this...
finished.
One is Shang Hao's customized full-length pillow.
To be on the safe side, in order not to infringe on the portrait right of Shang Hao, a natural person in the society, he painted a picture of Shang Hao himself, and then sent the picture to the store for customization.
Super beautiful and super restored. The real thing looks very big and satisfying, and the long pillow waiting for the body is particularly secure, and Lin Anran's expressionless face slowly shows a light flush of excitement.
He picked up the phone and looked at how other peoples praise was written, and he also wanted to leave praise for the business.
I saw a variety of comments in the comments, such as "wife sauce received, soft and comfortable, conscientious seller", and "comfortable to sleep in hugs hehehe~"
Lin Anran thought for a while, began to organize the language, and finished typing in one minute and sent it out: "My husband received it, I am very comfortable, thank you the seller."
The picture can't be posted, he ordered a five-star praise.
After finishing this, Lin Anran raised his head with a satisfied expression, and touched and squeezed his custom-made Shang Hao.
And Shang Hao himself was watching the interaction between the two with his hands in bewilderment for a long time.
##
Because Lin Anran's bewildering behavior was too bewildering, that Shang Hao had been confused for a long time without being able to make a proper response.
Specifically, it is the kind of experience that I feel green, but not strictly speaking.
"Lin Anran." A voice suddenly intervened and interrupted Lin Anran's movements.
Lin Anran continued to raise his gaze, and saw Shang Hao himself with a black face.
"What is this?" He walked over and lifted the corner of the "self" on the sofa, his expression telling Lin Anran that you had better have a reasonable explanation.
Lin Anran: "Ah..."
A wonderful quiet atmosphere permeated between the two of them.
Lin Anran said, "It will be very comfortable to sleep with this one."
Shang Hao: "Don't you think there is something wrong with this sentence?"
So who is sleeping next to you every night?
Lin Anran whispered firmly, "I also have a vibration massage."
Shang Hao: "...If you are pursuing this, compared to it, I can still get fever."
Shang Hao just wanted to get angry at the moment but didn't know where to send it. With all due respect, is this a strange otaku hobby?
But isn't he here?
"Return." He said categorically.
Lin Anran was speechless. He opened his mouth to refute but couldn't refute it. After holding back for a while, he had to call his name: "Shang Hao..."
"It's useless what you said today."
Lin Anran lowered his head like the little brother begging for mercy on TV: "Brother Hao."
Shang Hao:...
In the end, the long-length pillow was thrown into the guest room by Shang Hao and locked the door. That was his final step backward as the original.
Lin Anran wanted to know it a long time ago that he would tear it up behind his back. He didn't expect that his separation would actually embarrass himself. It was because of that pillow that I had to start very hard today.
Lin Anran felt the strength of the bite on her neck, and felt that tomorrow she must leave a mark.
Thinking of tomorrow, his head started to aches again. He can only cover it with a band-aid, if it doesn't work, he will add some paint and paste on it himself.
What he sees is not necessarily what others see. He couldn't even really show the real picture of the two of them in a pounding. He was afraid that the double picture would become a single picture, and he would only be more alert to Teacher Zhou.
Otaku Ranran: (Hold the paper husband tightly.jpg)
