Looking at the twisted Xia Yuewen, Guo Yang shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Okay, Xia girl, don't wash your hands? What do you want this little white hand to be dirty." ”

Saying that, Guo Yang paced to the poster posted on the wall, looked up and down for a while, and said to himself: "This is my outfit at the concert last time, it seems that the stage angle is well designed, and no one has photographed me in front so far." ”

Speaking of this, Guo Yang smiled a little happily, and reached out to sign his name on the poster, "So you won't be afraid to wash it off." ”

Speaking of this, Guo Yang turned his head and looked at Xia Yuewen behind him, but found that she was looking at her palms in a daze.

Seeing her like this, Guo Yang couldn't help but smile bitterly again, and said as if reminding: "Hey, Xia girl, did you hear what I said?"

Xia Yuewen was shocked by Guo Yang's voice, and when she heard his words, she hurriedly hid her hand behind her, and when she raised her head, she found that the poster on the wall had been signed with a big "Ai Bing," and her eyes were suddenly moved with tears.

She looked at the poster on the wall in a daze, slowly walked to Guo Yang's side, and said in a trembling voice:

"Thank you, Ai Bing, this photo was taken by me at your concert, this is the first time I have listened to a concert, I just wanted to dig up some material, but your song "Love Iceman" is really good, but it's a pity that I didn't take a picture of your face because of the lighting at that time. ”

Speaking of this, Xia Yuewen looked at Guo Yang's face with tears in her eyes, looked at it carefully, her cheeks became red again, and she lowered her head and said softly: "Now I finally know what you look like." ”

Because of the impression of Xia Yuewen in the previous life, Guo Yang looked at her who was reserved and slightly shy in front of her, and he still couldn't turn around in his mind for a while.

This feeling is a little strange, and I always unconsciously overlap the image of Xia Yuewen in the previous life with the shy girl in front of me. This sense of contrast, which is similar to a split personality, makes Guo Yang even a little afraid to accept that this little girl in front of him is the ice and snow queen who will dominate the press in the future.

At this moment, Uncle Tan, who had already gone to the printing workshop before, hurriedly trotted in, glanced at Guo Yang vigilantly, and then whispered in Xia Yuewen's ear: "Xiaowen, the one surnamed Qiu is here again, and now he is outside the door." ”

Although his voice was not loud, it still reached Guo Yang's ears because it was too close.

Hearing Uncle Tan's words, Xia Yuewen's brows furrowed slightly, and her face was still a shy girl just now, but it became cold in a blink of an eye.

She glanced at Guo Yang carefully, looking in a dilemma.

When Guo Yang saw her appearance, he understood and said, "Since you have guests, then I won't bother for the time being, and I'll come back to visit another day." ”

Guo Yang must have made up his mind at this moment, since he has changed his historical trajectory beyond recognition after he was reborn, and he even has an intersection with a great god like Xia Yuewen, then he must seize this opportunity, at least not let her become a constraint for himself in the future.

But hearing Guo Yang's words, a trace of panic flashed in Xia Yuewen's eyes, and she hurriedly said: "Don't, don't leave first, I'll send him away first, and we'll talk again when we come back." ”

What a once-in-a-lifetime thing it is for an idol to come to the door, and she hasn't figured out Guo Yang's intention yet, how can she let him go so easily, thinking of this, Xia Yuewen greeted Uncle Tan and hurriedly walked out.

Hearing her words, before Guo Yang could argue, he saw her turn her head and leave the room, and in desperation, Guo Yang could only find a place to sit down and wait quietly.

Guo Yang himself was left in the room, sitting on the chair that Xia Yuewen had sat on before, Guo Yang looked around boredly, this room is not small, except for half of Xia Yuewen as an office, the other half is blocked by a curtain, which should be her resting place.

Turning his gaze back to Xia Yuewen's desk, this is where she writes copywriting, and the desktop is covered with a glass in order to be flat, but because the previous rummaging has become a little messy, under the various manuscripts in the disorder, Guo Yang vaguely found some photos, which were pressed under the glass countertop.

Driven by curiosity, Guo Yang put aside the messy manuscript and looked at the photos below.

The photos under the glass table, mostly photos of three people, should obviously be a group photo of Xia Yuewen and her parents, these photos contain her at every age, but it seems that her father looks a little sick in the last few photos, thinking of her father's early death, Guo Yang can't help but feel relieved.

Among the many photos, Guo Yang saw the only group photo, which should be a family photo, in this photo Guo Yang saw a familiar face, that is, Xia Zhongsheng, he was holding an infant baby in his arms, with a very comforting smile, thinking that he should be holding his granddaughter Xia Yuewen.

Speaking of Xia Yuewen's background is still excellent, her grandfather was a pioneer in the Chinese journalism industry, in his own era, Guo Yang felt more than once that Xia Yuewen's success, her own ability is certainly one thing, and Guo Yang has a deep understanding of this. But more importantly, she was adored by her grandfather, otherwise she wouldn't have developed so quickly.

But it wasn't until he came to this tabloid that Guo Yang understood that the truth may not be as he imagined, in that era, Guo Yang didn't know that Xia Yuewen had such an experience.

However, thinking that Xia Yuewen's newspapers and periodicals in that era were also good at writing entertainment reports, Guo Yang felt a little relieved in his heart, and he thought that he should have feelings for this "southern small entertainment" in it.

"Hmph, there are customers? What customers can be more important than me? I still don't believe it, as far as your broken newspapers are concerned, who else can read them except those charlatans!"

At this moment, a shrill sound came from the courtyard outside the house, which was as piercing as the voice of the old bustard, which made Guo Yang feel a little disappointed.

The content of his words made Guo Yang feel even more angry, and he regretted it a little, saying that he was a doctor in the andrology clinic, and he was even more unhappy when he heard his words.

As soon as this voice fell, Xia Yuewen's slightly crying voice came, "You stop me, don't go in, there are customers of our newspaper inside!"

With Xia Yuewen's eager voice, Guo Yang turned to look, and a man in a silver-gray suit walked in. As soon as he entered the door, he glanced Guo Yang up and down, his eyes full of recklessness and disdain

Guo Yang's gaze swept over his face, only to feel that there was a trace of yin owl between his eyebrows, and his thin lips were a little mean, and when he noticed his eyes, he had already guessed who he was.

Xia Yuewen also walked in with the man in a gray suit at this time, glanced at Guo Yang nervously, reached out to pull the man's arm, and said, "Qiu Xingjian, you let me out!"

It's just that her hand just grabbed the cuff of the man known as Qiu Xingjian, and he threw it aside.

Looking at Xia Yuewen's eagerly weeping appearance, Guo Yang couldn't help frowning and glanced at Qiu Xingjian coldly.