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Saihantara Grand Hotel.

Tomorrow's event will be held in Saihantala Park, and for convenience, the newspaper has set up a hotel where the writers will stay.

The hotel is not particularly luxurious, but it can be called three stars.

Not all the people who came today, except for the five of them in Chenyang, there are only four or five people staying in the hotel now, and there are only eight or nine people in total, and the rest will arrive tomorrow morning.

Of course, Zhang Bolin and several other lecturers did not come.

Under Wen Xia's organization, everyone went to the hotel lobby at noon, where there were already reserved private rooms.

Some of the authors who came to participate today have known each other for a long time, some have participated in the past, and some have already met in the group but have not met in reality.

Eight or nine people, with little effort, opened up the atmosphere.

A group of people drank two bottles of Moutai, and no one drank it.

The main thing is that there will be a lot of activities tomorrow, everyone is also doing what they can, the whole meal lasts until one o'clock, the amount of Chenyang wine is not good, and everyone is persuaded to drink a few glasses on the head.

After the dinner, Chenyang was almost helped upstairs by Wen Xia.

Along the way, Xiao Nizi's hair surged into her nose, like a cat's claw scratching her heart, making Chenyang feel uncomfortable.

wanted to break free, but this little girl just didn't let go, and stumbled, and a few times this little girl almost stuck up with her whole person.

Chenyang leaned on the wall with one hand, and the other arm was put around Wen Xia's neck, there was no obstacle between the two of them, supporting him, Xiao Nizi walked crookedly.

Because of this posture, the posture that Wen Xia posted on is also strange.

Sometimes it's two people who come face to face, sometimes it's Wen Xia's whole body that presses over, but no matter which posture, the two soft balls in Xiao Nizi's arms are like two jelly, bumping into him at will.

Chenyang was a little dazed when he was drunk, and then he was bounced around like this, and his blood and qi were surging, and he was even breathing with shortness.

Instinctively, he looked down at Wen Xia, although Wen Xia in front of him was a little blurry, but from this angle, Xiao Nizi's beauty became more and more out of control.

The red fluttering little face is like an apple blossom blooming in summer, white and red, delicate and moving, even with it, because the sweat oozing from the sideburns is a little pure as morning dewdrops.

Seeing Xiao Nizi humming and continuing to walk with her head down, seeing the door of the room, Chenyang's arm suddenly strengthened and hugged Wen Xia over.

Before she could speak, Chenyang kissed Wen Xia fiercely on the face, took out the room card and opened the door, and said vaguely, "Don't send it again, be careful to eat you." ”

Drip!

The door opened.

Chenyang pushed open the door and went in, closing Wen Xia out of the door.

He did drink a little too much today, but he still had his senses, he couldn't do such a thing as a bastard by getting drunk, and of course, he didn't have that much restraint to ensure that the meat delivered to the door would not be eaten.

……

Next.

Ten o'clock.

Entrance to Saihantara Park.

Many people are waiting, there are newspapers' own media, there are local TV media, and there are many book lovers.

At this month of the year, major newspapers hold such gatherings of writers, and everyone is engaged in the media, and such gatherings will more or less communicate with each other, and by the way, they will hold a live webcast to publicize and publicize.

And usually, not many people pay attention to such gatherings except for book lovers, even if they are serious book lovers, in fact, no one likes to pay attention, at most just watch the recorded video.

Therefore, the annual winter outing will be said to be a live webcast, but in fact, there are not many online viewers.

But this year is different.

Chenyang and Zhang Bolin scolded each other and were black on the Internet, the water army apologized, Mo Shaofeng withdrew, and there were many insiders who wanted to explode on the spot.

And now, these two parties are actually going to meet!

Is there anything more exciting and energetic than this?

The strongest tearing lineup of the year is about to be launched, and the audience who eats watermelon can't wait for a long time, as soon as the live broadcast room opens, the number of people will go up.

Thirty thousand.

Fifty thousand.

Lakh!

In less than five minutes, the number of viewers in the live broadcast room has exceeded 120,000!

The barrage is even more flying.

"Damn, why haven't you come yet?"

"What do you mean by singing? Doesn't it say it starts at ten o'clock?"

"Malegobi, Lao Tzu got up early today, by the way, is Zhang Bolin here?"

"Zhang Bolin's turtle son still dares to come? This is also through the screen, either through the screen Lao Tzu went up or kicked it. ”

Zhang Bolin's fans also arrived later, and when they saw that someone in the comments was scolding their idols, they were immediately indignant, "This means that Lao Tzu was not at the scene, otherwise Chenyang would be stupid and forced Lao Tzu to kick away." ”

"Damn, who are you talking about upstairs?"

"Your grandfather, I said what's wrong with Chenyang!"

"Grass, you say it again. ”

"Say it again, say it again, I'm afraid of you!"

"Where are the sunshines? There's Zhang Bolin's sunspot here. ”

"Where are the cypresses? There are sunspots in the morning sun!"

Before the live broadcast started, the two fans were already in a fight, and countless fans poured up, and the barrage was completely blown up.

Words on top of words, words after words, the whole screen is densely packed with words flying back, as for what is written, no one can see clearly, of course, the cover that was originally hung on it is now unclear.

Newspaper.

Many editors who couldn't go to the site because of their work were also watching the live broadcast.

However, when they entered, they found that they were all ashamed of the situation in front of them.

"It's too fierce. ”

"No, I've watched our live broadcast for three years, and I haven't seen this happening. ”

"Huh, look at someone swiping gifts," the editor who most wanted to notice the gift read the message word by word, "Message: Please ask the editor to say something for me, do you like Zhang Bolin's death family?"

"I'm rubbing, this kid is too much now, but seriously, this is the first time I've seen someone give us a gift after watching our live broadcast for so many years, and I also brushed a rocket. ”

"Me too, I was moved to tears. ”

"It's not you who hosts, it's a fart!"

"If a few more people brush rockets for us, our bonus in the second half of the year will be guaranteed. ”

……

Scene.

Ten o'clock and one.

100 meters from Saihantala Park, there is an RV coming this way.

Because there are a lot of people, the RV drives very slowly, and after walking for less than 100 meters for three minutes, the RV is parked sideways at the entrance of the park.

As soon as the car door opened, Zhang Bolin stepped down.

Local TV stations and newspaper live broadcasters immediately surrounded them.

"Mr. Zhang Bolin, why did you come to participate in this winter outing? ”

"Do you know that there will be a morning sun on this winter outing?"

"Is it true that the Internet now says that you are spending money to hire the navy Hei Chenyang? If so, are you afraid of losing?"

The security guards stepped forward and immediately surrounded Zhang Bolin in the middle to ensure his safety.

Facing the swarming reporters, Zhang Bolin looked very calm, he looked at the camera with a smile, "There is one thing I have to clarify, I didn't find someone Hei Chenyang, as for the matter of those water armies, I don't know." ”

With that, he took a step towards the park.

Because of identity, fans can only watch from the periphery of the security line, and when they saw Zhang Bolin coming over, Zhang Bolin's fans were shouting at the top of their voices.

"Teacher Zhang Bolin, I love you. ”

"Teacher Zhang, can you sign for me? ”

"Come on, Mr. Zhang, the cypress tree will always be with you!"

At this moment, a silver-white van drove not far away.

Again, the van drives very slowly, but because of the skill, the van stops much faster than the motorhome.

As soon as the car door opened, some sharp-eyed fans pointed to the van and shouted, "The morning sun is coming!"