On this afternoon, Wang Jian, who was sitting on a recliner and watching the play through a thin window screen of sky blue, was blowing the air conditioner and tasting tea, while reading a book with Erlang's legs crossed, and from time to time let the little girl beat her legs and pinch her shoulders (in fact, the little girl herself wanted to beat his legs and pinch his shoulders, saying that she wanted to play cospy with him: he was a young lady, and she was a maid. Wang Jian saw that the little girl let herself play a young lady, not a eunuch, so she went to make trouble), and lived a leisurely and comfortable life.

However, it didn't take long for him to be at ease, less than an hour later, when he was interrupted by an urgent ringing.

It was his second cousin, Zeng Jingrong, who called him.

"Jianjian, are you going back to your hometown in Shishi?" As soon as the phone was connected, Zeng Jingrong's eager questioning voice came from the receiver.

"Ahh......h How do you know that I have returned to my hometown?" Wang Jian was shocked, and his heart was terrible on the spot, because just last night, when he was chatting with the other party on WeChat, he also said that he was enjoying the days when the Korean girl opened his mouth for his food, stretched out his hand, and took care of his postoperative recovery.

"How do I know? Didn't you brush the bucket today?

"Okay, you Wang Jian, you have already returned to China, and you lied to me that you are still in South Korea! If it weren't for me brushing up on Douyin today and seeing a photo of you and a little police flower at the police station, I would have been in the dark with your mother, Xiaoya, and the three of us!

"When did you go back to China? Why didn't you go back to Jiangcheng? What are you doing when you go back to your hometown? Why did you go to the police station? You can't do anything, do you?......?"

As soon as Wang Jian finished speaking, Zeng Jingrong's question with a cannon was like a bullet from a machine gun, "Da Da Da", and shot at him with a head and face!

Wang Jian's mind turned, and now he wanted to make it up, answering Zeng Jingrong's questions one by one.

He told the other party that he was indeed still in South Korea yesterday, but he took the Air China plane back to China early this morning, and he arrived in Shuzhou first, and wanted to take the train directly back to Jiangcheng to surprise them, but thinking that since he had grown taller, the pimples on his face and a mouthful of shark teeth had already been cured, and his current image was really different from what he used to be.

“…… I don't want to take a picture with them, do I? But this ...... After all, I have to ask someone to do something, and a week later, the new ID card will come out and someone else will send it to Jiangcheng. Taking a group photo, signing a name, and a gesture of effort, it is a matter of benefit but not expensive, it is all the people of the hometown, and the villagers see the villagers, where am I embarrassed to shirk?"

"Hmph! You're embarrassed to shirk, but people want to rely on you to become famous and make a fortune! It's the little police flower who took a photo with you, and she used to post dozens of videos, but no one cared about it, and as soon as the photo of her with you was released, how long did it take? It's only half a day, and the fans have exceeded 500,000! 500,000 fans, I heard that the advertising offers on the market have 10,000 or 20,000!"

Zeng Jingrong said on the phone, a little dissatisfied with him taking pictures with people indiscriminately, and then being taken advantage of.

"What? Wan Xiaoling made a fighting sound in the photo of me and her? Okay, she is Wan Xiaoling! What a good director! When I was at the police station, the master slapped his chest properly, and he must keep it secret for me, and he must respect my **, Nima, as soon as Lao Tzu turned around, he sold Lao Tzu, and he relied on Lao Tzu to attract fans!

"The fellow sees the fellow, there is no negotiation for selling you! I will no longer believe in any fellow countryman's friendship in the future!"

Wang Jian heard Zeng Jingrong say that Wan Xiaoling from the police station actually relied on a photo with him for less than half a day, and after she frantically increased her followers by 500,000, her heart suddenly became unhappy, and she felt like she was being shaded.

"Hmph! Now you know that you have been taken advantage of, right? Wang Jian, in the future, you have to stay away from ordinary people, especially women! Now you are the Tang monk meat who has entered the daughter country for them, 'everyone has to lick it', and it is a bite to lick! You have to be more hearty!" Zeng Jingrong taught him on the phone.

"Yes, yes, yes, sister, you are right! Eat a trench and grow wise, I will definitely have more eyes in the future!" 'If it is not my kind, its heart will be different', and in the future, I must stay away from strangers of the opposite sex......" He casually agreed, and when he saw Tang Qingwu, who was washing clothes in the bathroom, walked into the living room, he hurriedly said to Zeng Jingrong, there is a call from the mobile phone, and we will talk at night.

Then, he hung up.

"Haven't those fans of yours left yet, Jianjian?" asked Tang Qingwu, rubbing the water stains on his hands on the flower apron around his waist.

"No, hee-hee-ha, you're chasing me, and you're in high spirits!"

"Well, that's a bit of a headache! But with such a big sun and such a hot day, these fans are sincere enough just to see you. Tang Qingwu, who was standing next to Wang Jian and looking at the outside with him, first sighed, and then thought that these fans were all here for Wang Jian, in order to take a look at their idol, and smiled slightly, admiring the other party's perseverance.

Wang Jian flattened his mouth, shook his head and said:

"Sister Qingwu, these people outside are not all my fans. It is estimated that at least half of them are speculative, and where there is traffic, they will take advantage of the 'flow tribe'!"

As he spoke, Wang Jian put the grand scene of his "Jianjian Bun" No. 2 store that had been watched by people from all over the country because of an advertisement to the beauties around him.

The two of them talked for a while about the fans outside who were not afraid of hardship and heat, just like the New Year's holiday.

During this period, Wang Jian took out his mobile phone, turned on Douyin, swiped it for a while, and soon swiped the photo of Wan Xiaoling and him!

53.4w!

Sure enough, a photo made this woman soar into the sky!

In addition to Wan Xiaoling, Wang Jian has successively brushed a lot of photos with Wan Xiaoling, which are also photos with him sent by the police and auxiliary police of the Tingjiang Police Station, although the increase in fans is not as much as Wan Xiaoling, the first to eat crabs, but it is also tens of thousands, and the number of likes and comments under the video are all frighteningly high, and the comments are all "envy, jealousy and hatred" of the public servants who are "close to the water and get the moon first"!

"Nima, I have been used by these 'servants of the people'!" Seeing this, Wang Jian couldn't help but let out a sigh in his heart!

After lamentation, there is a deep worry about yourself!

Because his real image and height have been exposed, then, even if he still wears glasses, masks, and covers his face in the future, his long flowing hair that is about the same length as Meisaku in F4, but a hundred times more elegant than Meisaku, is also very easy to be recognized!

"Could it be that Lao Tzu can only temporarily survive this difficulty by 'swinging his sword and cutting the love silk' now?"

Wang Jian, who was half-lying on the recliner, gently stroked his own head with his own pair of "jade hands", which had been with him for almost a year, and only occasionally his cousin had simply trimmed it twice with scissors.

Wang Jian doesn't have a habit of having long hair, or wants to be a "people's artist", the reason why he has long hair is because after his nose and mouth were transformed by the mutant Douyin APP, he no longer dared to go to the barber shop and let "Mr. Tony" give him a haircut.

If you can't go to the barbershop, you have to ask your family to give him a haircut.

However, the three women in the family, whether it is Jian's mother, second cousin or Lin Xiaoya, have never learned hairdressing, so they don't dare to cut him any "flat head" and "broken hair", which require a certain amount of craftsmanship, at most they can only help him cut his hair of different lengths neatly, or when his hair is too long and has exceeded his shoulders, he can cut it short.

This is the fundamental reason why Wang Jian has had to show himself as an "artist" and a "mysterious artist" wearing glasses and a mask for most of the past six months!

He himself, in fact, doesn't like to have long hair, obstruct the view, it's troublesome to take care of, and it's hot!

However, as the old saying goes, a dog will have feelings after being fed for a long time.

Wang Jian, who has kept his long hair for more than half a year, is shiny and refreshing for his black hair, refreshing and elegant, each hair is like a miniature version of a small strut, extremely elastic, and always straight and supple, always swaying with the wind A black hair, slowly also developed feelings, feeling that this hair, just like his hands and feet, has become an inseparable part of himself!

At the same time, a long hair, sometimes let him add a kind of ancestral feelings and temperament, as soon as he reads ancient texts, a chant of ancient poems - for example, some time ago he cospy poet fairy Li Bai composed poems - spontaneously gave rise to an illusion that he had also become a literati, wearing a robe and long hair fluttering in a kind of far-reaching artistic conception of the great boldness and heroism!

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Ten minutes later, Tang Qingwu's flower apron was wrapped around Wang Jian's neck.

"Jianjian, do you really want to cut your hair? What a good hair, I have never seen such black, thick, straight and smooth hair as you in my life, just cut like this, it's a pity!"

Tang Qingwu held a pair of silver scissors, stood behind Wang Jian, staring at his black hair that was smooth without combing without a comb, and his heart was both envious and pity.

"Cut it, Sister Qingwu! My current situation is 'keep your hair without your head, it's hard to keep your hair behind', the lesser of the two harms! You still help me cut it short! If you want to keep long hair in the future, just keep it slowly!"

Wang Jian took a deep breath and said slowly, then slowly closed his eyes, and the expression on his face showed a resolute and resolute attitude of generosity and righteousness......