"It was the funniest, funniest and best concert I've ever seen. ”

The concert finally ended smoothly, although there were two joyful oceans in the middle, but it didn't have a negative impact on the concert at all, that is, it was a little off, in short, the fans who appeared were all very happy, and it can be said that the viewing experience was great.

"Thank you for spending such a fun night with me. ”

Wu Tong walked out of the gymnasium and said with a smile to Meng Fan: "No, strictly speaking, this fun is really brought by you." ”

Meng Fan smiled bitterly: "I'm also helpless, am I so funny?"

Wu Tong pondered for two seconds: "Yes." ”

What else can Meng Fan say, what you said is right.

"By the way, when are you going back to school? Do you want to go back together?" Wu Tong and Meng Fan walked towards the side of the road, and from time to time they could meet fans and Meng Fan to greet them, obviously becoming famous through this concert.

Wu Tong's invitation was very attractive, but after thinking about it, Meng Fan still shook his head: "I'm going back to Wenshi, I haven't been home for a long time." ”

It's been a long time, and if it weren't for the rebirth, I wouldn't see you again!

"Okay, I'll see you at school. Wu Tong pointed to a car with double flashes not far away and said, "My brother is here to pick me up." ”

"Hmm. ”

Meng Fan nodded and waved his hand.

Wu Tong got in the car, the car left, and Meng Fan reached out to stop a taxi.

......

"Explain!"

Meng Caiwei opened the door, then walked back, sat on the sofa in the living room with a big sword, and threw out a sentence very imposingly.

"Explain what?"

The corners of Meng Fan's mouth twitched, and he pointed to the high heels on Meng Caiwei's feet: "What kind of high heels do you wear at home, is this to increase the momentum of your own questioning?"

"Don't talk to me about anything else. Meng Caiwei's momentum froze, then she pulled it up again, stretching out two fingers, "Two things." First, who is that woman?"

"Sister Bai sent it to you, right?" Meng Fan said with an expression that I knew, "Then shouldn't she also tell her that Wu Tong is my college classmate?"

"That's it?" Meng Caiwei glanced at Meng Fan, and seeing that he didn't want to say more, he said, "You suddenly started running because this beautiful girl in Chinese painting also runs every morning, right?"

Meng Fan took a cranberry biscuit, tasted it quite good, and ate another piece, then said, "Qin Gang told you, why are you still asking me what I do?"

"So, you don't like boys?" Meng Caiwei was disappointed.

Ahem, ahem.

Meng Fan was almost choked to death.

"Okay, yes, girls. Meng Caiwei sighed, "Forget it, you can like it." ”

Meng Fan was really convinced: "What does it mean to forget it, what does it mean to be good, and what do you mean by your very helpless and compromised look!"

"Don't talk about that. ”

Meng Caiwei directly skipped such an important thing, and looked like she didn't want to continue chatting for fear that she would be sad if she talked too much, "Second, what's going on with laughing like that at the concert?"

She almost laughed, Meng Caiwei didn't think much about it, thinking that she had been staying at home for a long time.

When the concert was laughing like that, the people present didn't laugh much, thinking that it was because the atmosphere was contagious.

But Meng Caiwei, who knows about this, can't not think about it too much.

When Meng Fan heard this, he immediately became anxious: "I still want to know! Why does it seem like it's my reason, what's wrong with me just laughing, I can't laugh when I watch a concert, isn't this too much better than not being allowed to stand up! I just laugh like this, why is everyone laughing, making me look like a joke! Look at me, laughing like this, is it funny?"

Meng Caiwei saw Meng Fan grinning, although she felt inexplicably happy, but it didn't seem to be as exaggerated as yesterday, and she laughed along, no, no, no, she was grinning, but she didn't look like crazy.

This...... Could it be that I was really at home for too long yesterday?

The people at the concert are also in the atmosphere?

In fact, it has nothing to do with Meng Fan?

Meng Fan saw that Meng Caiwei didn't laugh, and he was also relieved, fortunately, if he forcibly controlled the contagion of this smile, he would still reduce some of the effect, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to laugh in the future.

With a smile, the people on the side all pumped over, what is going on!

Glancing at Meng Caiwei's expression, it seemed that this matter was over, and he took a piece of cranberry biscuit and put it in his mouth, and said, "I'll go home tomorrow, do you want to go back?" Anyway, you are in the house all day, so it is better to go back and let my mother make up for you." ”

"Come on, Mom's cooking can be eaten!" Thinking of the days when she was dominated by her mother's dark cuisine, Meng Caiwei trembled, and then thought of something, and said, "You don't have to go back, Mom seems to be looking for Dad." Dad... Where did it come from?"

I thought about it for a long time, but I didn't think about it.

Forget it, I don't want to, I spend all year round studying all kinds of buildings, who knows where he is.

"Not at home? I told her I was going back, but I didn't say anything. Meng Fan was depressed.

Meng Caiwei smiled: "Then I must want you to go back and pounce on her, and then wait for you to call and ask where she is, she will guess, that picture is definitely what my mother is happy to see." Ouch, I regret telling you a little bit of that. After a pause, he said very seriously, "Actually, I was teasing you just now, and my mother is at home." ”

"Meng Caiwei, you still want to be a movie queen with your acting skills, dream!"

"What do you mean by thinking, is it good!"

"Yes, yes, high heels!"

Meng Fan picked up all the remaining cranberry cookies and went back to the room.

After hesitating for a while, he still sent a WeChat message to Wu Tong: "My mother is not at home, so I don't go to Wenshi and go back to Hangzhou directly." ”

After about five minutes, Wu Tong replied: "I looked at the tickets, there are still quite a lot of tickets for more than one o'clock tomorrow afternoon, do you want to go back together?"

"Good!"

Meng Fan was very happy, but he wouldn't be stupid enough to ask your brother if he didn't send you or something like that.

"Your ID number. ”

“33038119......”

"I bought it, at half past one in the afternoon, I got on the train at the South Station. Arrive at the station before one o'clock. ”

"Okay, how much does the ticket cost?"

"I didn't see it clearly, you ask again!"

"Ah, what just happened?"

Meng Fan was stunned.

After chatting for a while, Meng Fan began to draw illustrations, making up for the illustrations of the novel that had been delayed before, and when he drew the thirteenth one, he had a dingle in his mind.

Complete the quest [Illustrator] Step 3, rewards: +500 points, +3 for drawing skills, +1 for imagination. ”

So far, Meng Fan has drawn a total of 500 illustrations.

From the first one after the start of the mission to the present, less than a month has passed, and 500 illustrations have been drawn in less than a month, and the quality and quantity are guaranteed, which is definitely a terrifying number.

Although Meng Fan didn't know many illustrators, he was sure that few people in the entire industry could do this.

After adding three points of painting skills, Meng Fan's painting skills have become +6, and counting his painting skills, which are not weak in the first place, Meng Fan's painting skills at this time can beat more than 90% of practitioners.

"I took my drawing skills one step further, just in time to create my own comics. ”

In terms of imagination, metaphysical attributes, for Meng Fan, are to increase the probability of inspiration exploding, and only God knows when the effect will occur.

"Bell!

There was a knock on the door, and Meng Caiwei called outside the door: "Did you sleep, didn't you sleep out to eat something with me." ”

"You woke me up when I slept, okay?"

Meng Fan gave a roll of his eyes, and began to drool when he reached the edge of the dining table.

"Actually, if you weren't an actor, you would be able to support yourself with this cooking. Meng Fan opened the meal, which can be regarded as a high praise.

Meng Caiwei also rolled her eyes: "With my sister's appearance, if you don't work hard to be an actor, you can only be forced to marry into a wealthy family as a young grandmother, how can you have the opportunity to cook by yourself." ”

"You're afraid that there is some misunderstanding about the wealthy family, right?"

"You're afraid there's some misunderstanding about my temper, right?"