An Jialu's vitality is really unusually vigorous and tenacious, he was stabbed and resurrected with full blood in less than a week, reloaded, and pulled Yuan Ziwen to watch the fashion show.

Although Yuan Ziwen doesn't know anything about fashion, she also likes to admire the long-legged and thin-waisted models on the catwalk, and more importantly, she can't miss any opportunity to get along with Anjialu.

She pointed to a long dress on the stage and said excitedly, "This one is so beautiful!" ”

An Jialu disagreed, "This kind of clothes with too cumbersome and gorgeous designs can't be worn out at all, and its style will only look good when worn on models, and ordinary women may not be able to control it." ”

He never cheers for every piece of clothing when he watches the show, and he has his own opinions.

The original seed nodded gently, admiring it in his heart.

An Jialu smiled, didn't say anything, but took her hand and put it between his legs as if no one was around, as if he was afraid that she would run away.

How can the original seed Wen still be in the mood to watch the show, and patronize to see Anjia Road. It's a pity that she is so caught by him, she doesn't know how to move at all.

As soon as the fashion show ended, Anjialu dragged Yuan Ziwen to the corridor of the exit, he laughed heartlessly, but the words he said could set people on fire.

"What should I do, I still want to kiss you after a night of restraint."

Yuan Zi Wen pretended to be dissatisfied, "Don't you like to talk about Fuxiang in person?" ”

"Were you angry that day for that reason? If you don't like it, I'll never kiss anyone again. His voice was soft, and Yuan Ziwen was powerless.

This boy can sacrifice his life and forget death for her at the moment when his life is hanging by a thread, and forget about those little things.

Yuan Ziwen smiled slyly, and rolled his eyes, "You take a picture of me, if it's beautiful, I'll consider it." ”

Anjialu replied honestly, "Okay, it's too dark here, let's go outside." ”

They ran to the bustling commercial street, where the lights were on, the traffic was busy, and there was a brilliant background everywhere. Yuan Ziwen held his head high, and walked in front of Anjia Road with what he thought was a sonorous step, but as soon as he raised his camera, he was hit by a black sports car.

Fortunately, the impact was not very strong, and Yuan Ziwen screamed in fright, and hurriedly ran over to help him up.

The driver of the sports car stuck out his head and shouted rudely at Anjialu, "This is a lesson for you, you remember!" ”

An Jialu looked at him in confusion, and then noticed the woman sitting in the co-pilot—her clothes, to be exact. He immediately remembered that he had taken a picture of her and had featured it in the last issue of Evangel.

"What happened?"

The woman turned her head and glared at him with slanted eyes, "You said that my outfit matches beautifully, so I agreed to let you take it." But you write about me like that in your column, it's too much! ”

Before Anjialu could react, the sports car drove away.

"Do you want to call the police?" Yuan Ziwen asked worriedly.

An Jialu didn't seem to hear her, turned around and staggered to a nearby bookstore to buy the last issue of "evangel". He flipped to his column three or five times, and his face changed suddenly after one glance.

The content of that issue was a series of photographs, street photos of women dressed in the same clothes and fashion shows, showing their unique personal outfits and styles. But the final theme becomes a contrast between the two, with a lot of sarcastic rhetoric in the column suggesting that these women have no taste and are following suit.

Especially the one just now, he was simply criticized for being indecent, and became a laughing stock in the circle of girlfriends.

As soon as An Jialu closed the magazine, the aura of the whole person changed, and it was the first time that Yuan Ziwen saw him angry. He raised his hand to stop the car and closed the door before Yuan Ziwen could sit inside.

Yuan Ziwen called a few times in the back, but he didn't respond. She was afraid that something would happen to him, so she hurriedly got into a taxi and followed.

An Jialu came to Gong Minhua's office and put the "evangel" in front of her, and he said, "Editor-in-chief Gong, why do you want to tamper with my topic? ”

How smart he was, he suddenly thought that the only person in the entire "Evangel" could do such a thing was Gong Minhua.

Gong Minhua ignored him, "It's a means to increase sales, your column is full of that content back and forth, readers will soon get tired of it, and everyone wants to see something new." ”

"But if you do this, no one will want to be my model in the future."

"That's your business."

Gong Minhua has always disliked this young man named An Jialu, he has no scruples in talking and doing things, and he has inadvertently offended many big names in the circle, this kind of person will bring trouble to "evangel" sooner or later.

An Jialu lowered his head and showed a look of loss for a moment, "Maybe you don't agree with my idea, but we shouldn't judge a person by a photo." ”

This incident made him angry, not so much because he was worried that someone would come to trouble him again, but because he was afraid that the passers-by in the photos would be affected by this column. Women are extremely concerned about their dress, and it is absolutely embarrassing to be criticized and ridiculed by an authoritative domestic fashion magazine.

Shen Ao personally called to apologize to An Jialu, who was lying on the bed lazily responding, a little absent-minded.

"Don't be unhappy, tomorrow is Sunday and we're going out for a walk?" The original seeds are warm and soothing.

An Jialu glanced back at her, his eyes almost fell out, and he quickly turned his head back and whispered, "Damn." ”

It was raining outside just now, and Yuan Ziwen's clothes were soaked, and after she took a bath at Anjialu's house, she came out with a bath towel in a big smile. The girl's white and slender body first came to the fore, with graceful and exquisite lines, and she almost didn't off her way home.

"Raw seed warm, you ...... Put your clothes on. ”

Seeing the cute look of his cheeks flushing, Hara couldn't help but want to tease him, and she sat down beside him calmly, following his movements that day, and put his hand between her legs. The boy's palms were dry and warm, and the skin touched as if an electric current was passing through it.

An Jialu looked at her helplessly, "Don't play, let's talk for a while, okay?" ”

The two of them lay on the bed and looked out the window at the still drizzling rain, talking intermittently. Yuan Ziwen liked the feeling of calm and serenity, and she felt that the two of them were like lonely young animals in the forest, relying on their keen intuition to find their companions and snuggle up to each other.

After a closer look, Yuan Ziwen found that there was a shallow scar behind Anjialu's ear.

"How did you get this?"

"The former adoptive parents always quarreled and threw things at each other when they disagreed, as if they were left behind by being hit by a teapot."

He still said in a nonchalant tone, like he was talking about someone else's business.

For Yuan Ziwen, the road to Anjia was a mystery many times, she only appeared when he was fifteen years old, and she could not participate in the past that had already happened. She longed to know every detail of his life, to remember all his habits and hobbies, and to be able to do it at her fingertips more accurately than to record her menstrual period.

"Does it hurt?" She asked.

"I forgot." An Jialu said and suddenly got up and took off his shirt, startling Yuan Ziwen.

She saw that the young man's fair and smooth upper body was covered with many wounds of different shades, some of which should have been burned by cigarette butts. Yuan Ziwen looked at it and felt sour sadness in her heart, and she couldn't help but reach out and touch it gently.

"I'm showing you this, just to tell you that it's not a big deal, it's all over."

Yuan Ziwen suddenly hugged him and pressed his face to An Jialu's chest. An Jialu was stunned for a moment, his expression became very soft, and they looked at each other, as if time had stood still.

Years later, Yuan Ziwen recalled that this was the closest they had ever come to love.

She believes that at that moment, An Jialu really likes herself.

The mobile phone rang, and An Jialu looked excited after picking it up, and he said, "Yuan Ziwen, I'll take you to a helicopter tomorrow!" ”

Yuan Ziwen was the first time in his life to take a helicopter, and it was boundless peacock blue as far as the eye could see, and the blue was so pure and dignified, like a huge and friendless glass bowl, upside down. The wind of the propeller blew in his face, blowing the long hair of the original seed and whistling in his ears. The whole city is in full view, and the thousand-storey high-rise buildings are like pearls, piled up with crystal clear red dust.

The helicopter flew around the air and slowly approached the roof of the skyscraper, which was ready for the shooting of Anjialu.

Yuan Ziwen poked his head out and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "It's really Hei Xun!" ”

Hei Xun is the lead singer of a rock band that has turned purple in recent years, and the orchestra took over an advertisement under Shending Group. Anjialu was also filming a commercial for the first time, and it was still working at height, and this extremely challenging task made him so happy that he didn't sleep all night.

The filming process went quite smoothly, and after the plane stopped on the roof of the building, Yuan Ziwen was the first to jump down and run to Hei Xun to ask for an autograph. If this is brought to school, it will not make the classmates envious to death! She wanted to sign an autograph and take a group photo, which was completely a posture of a brain-dead fan, and An Jialu stood aside and smiled kindly.

Hei Xunzhen is worthy of the "demon" in the mouth of the media, dressed in heavy metal elements, painted with bewitching eyeliner, and her eyebrows are more beautiful than girls.

He just blew in front of Anjialu with a glamorous and fierce visual wind, and said with a smile: "I heard that you are a busy person who can't even ask for a thousand dollars, I thought you would refuse." ”

An Jialu stuck out his tongue in embarrassment.

Although Hei Xun is a super idol star, he has no arrogance at all and is very easy-going. He said that there has been a series of commercial performances in the city recently, and he will stay for a while, and everyone will go to the bar to play together when he has time. Yuan Ziwen was the first to raise his hand in agreement, feeling that his luck was so good that he had nothing to say.

As soon as Yuan Ziwen put on the proud face of the head snake and was about to popularize the colorful nightlife of the city to Hei Xun, Anjialu's mobile phone rang.

Anjia will never forget it, as long as it is a design work that has been seen, it can be memorized. So he was able to spot at a glance which clothes were plagiarized from previous works on the fashion show, and he took pictures of them and posted them on his blog, openly pointing out the source and year of the plagiarism, which caused an uproar in the fashion industry.

Gong Min was so angry that he called Anjialu to the conference room of the head office, and all the senior leaders of the HA Group were also there.

An Jialu said: "I didn't do this to provoke any trouble, nor did I have any purpose, just to clarify the facts." Plagiarism is plagiarism, and this is a truth that cannot be denied. ”

Gong Minhua scolded sharply, "Do you know how much trouble you will cause "evangel" by doing this? You don't get paid for Evangel, but everyone has already assumed that you are an employee of Evangel, and your every move, word and deed will affect the reputation of the entire company. ”

Many of the plagiarized works listed by An Jialu are from the top designers in the circle, which makes them very faceless and feel provoked and humiliated by this hairy boy.

"The PR department will hold a memo, and you need to apologize to the designer."

"Why?" An Jialu's tone also cooled.

"It's for your own good, and you have to stay in this circle and don't let everyone be your enemy."

What Gong Minhua said is also very reasonable, but Anjialu is noncommittal.

After a long silence, he said, "I won't apologize, if they want to ban me, please." ”

After An Jialu finished speaking, he turned around and left, completely ignoring the anger of the senior leaders behind him.

Shen Ao did not attend the meeting, but sat on the sofa in the lobby and waited for him. An Jialu sat beside him and said, "I'm sorry Mr. Shen." ”

Shen Ao looked at him calmly, "I know you're right, but sometimes you have to be flexible in doing things, and you have to learn to protect yourself." ”

An Jialu looked out the window thoughtfully, and he said, "I remember you asked me before, why do you like to take pictures?" The reason is simple, it's a way for me to escape the real world, and the camera is my weapon. ”

An Jialu is not as chic as he appears, and he will also be lonely and panic, especially when he is wandering between several pairs of adoptive parents, and he will be so scared that he can't sleep every night. He is still young and has capital, but because he is young and sharp, he still doesn't know how to live peacefully with the world.

He said: "Mr. Shen, I hope you can terminate my column and publicly state that Evangel will not cooperate with me again in the future, I think this is the best solution." ”

Shen Ao patted him on the shoulder, "This road is still long, and there are opportunities." ”

After Anjialu was temporarily unemployed, he concentrated on classes during the day, and continued to mess with the teacher, fighting wits and courage. In the evening, he went to a nightclub with Hei Xun's rock band, and Yuan Ziwen also pulled Fang Xuan to accompany him.

Fang Xuan came completely because she was also a fan of Hei Xun, and when she saw the deity, her heart was full of joy and she danced happily. Soon, some people recognized the identities of this group of idol stars and rushed over to ask for autographs. Hei Xun really didn't refuse to come, and he also took advantage of the fiery atmosphere to perform a song live.

He said, "Anjialu, are you with us?" ”

An Jialu hesitated for a moment, and also took the stage generously. It was at this time that Yuan Ziwen knew that he could play drums, and he was still a middle and high master, and he was not inferior to performing with a professional orchestra. After a song, the whole hotel was shaken by the frenzied cheers, and it couldn't stop.

That night, everyone was not drunk, and the amount of raw seed warm wine was not shallow, but she found that drinking on Anjialu was like drinking water. Hei Xun handed him a Marlboro, and he skilfully clicked it.

"So you know how to smoke." The original seed blinked.

An Jialu was taken aback, and he said, "If you don't like me, you won't smoke it." ”

"It's okay, I will."

Yuan Ziwen held the beer warmly, but he couldn't drink it in a sip, and he only felt that his mouth was dry.

Yuan Ziwen didn't remember how many bars they had changed, but they had drunk until the sun was shining and it was dark. Fang Xuan had already fallen asleep, and Yuan Ziwen sat alone on the sofa and watched Anjialu and the boys in the orchestra talking and laughing, and she couldn't talk about any of the topics.

She suddenly realized that she really didn't know Anjialu, all she saw was the young man holding a camera and smiling softly. But everyone has another side, Anjialu is like a bird riding the wind and waves, sooner or later it will fly far away.

At dawn, Yuan Ziwen woke up from her sleep, she looked around and didn't see Anjia Road, so she called Fang Xuan to go to the bathroom in a daze.

Yuan Ziwen patted his cheek with cold water, and his head was still a fog. She and Fang Xuan walked out like ghosts, and saw two people standing at the end of the corridor kissing passionately from a distance.

In an instant, the original seed Wen woke up.

It was as if ten thousand thunderbolts had exploded in her mind, her body couldn't move, and she could imagine how shocked and distorted the expression on her face was at this moment. Fang Xuan followed her line of sight, almost didn't scream, and her round eyes showed a look of panic.

"Cousin......"

Yuan Ziwen didn't say a word, took Fang Xuan's hand and ran, as if he was in the wilderness. Fang Xuan looked at the trembling corners of her mouth and tentatively called her again.

After a long silence, Yuan Ziwen clearly heard the cold wind passing through his heart.

She said: "Fang Xuan, listen, you can't say anything about what you saw just now, even Luo Qianjun and Su Lisheng can't say it!" ”

If the other party was a woman, Yuan Ziwen would definitely pounce on her and fight her to the death. But he is a man, and he is still a popular rock musician who is loved by tens of millions.

Black Hunt.

Many days have passed since the summer vacation, and Yuan Ziwen has lived in seclusion most of the time, and even Luo Qianjun didn't pay attention to asking her to go clubbing. She locked herself in her room like an ostrich, thinking that the world was peaceful, but she couldn't control her sadness and flooded her like a tidal wave.

As soon as she looked up, she saw the bold words belonging to Anjialu plastered all over the wall, and the original seed Wen wanted to tear it off, but her arm stopped in mid-air for a long time, and she still took it back.

Grandma opened the door and said, "The boy named Anjialu called again, can you answer?" ”

"No." The original seed temperature is not good.

Grandma went out to call back and turned back into the house, she sat by the window and looked at Yuan Ziwen, "What's wrong with you, you quarreled with your friends?" ”

Yuan Ziwen has always been a hot person, and on the seven feelings, my grandmother rarely saw her depressed and unhappy. Yuan Ziwen shook his head, only saying that the weather was too hot and he might have suffered from heat stroke.

Grandma was afraid that her ADHD would get sick at home, so she took her to the theater to listen to the play. Who knew that it was such a coincidence, but I actually met Ju Yanqian and Fang Xuan accompanying the old lady to charter the venue. The old lady likes to play mahjong and listen to Peking Opera the most, and every time she goes out on patrol, she is hugged before and after, and the pomp is grand.

Yuan Ziwen looked at the row of Porsche Cayenne parked at the entrance of the theater and was distraught. She said, "Grandma, let's go, there is a theater in a few bus stops." ”

They were about to turn around and leave, when they heard Ju Yanqian's voice, "Mom? ”

She walked over with a smile on her face, and Yuan Ziwen had to be fully armed and put on the best posture to meet the enemy. At that time, she still didn't know anything about Fang Xuan's life experience, but the gap between her and Ju Yanqian had been frozen. Since she was seven years old, Ju Yanqian slapped her in the hospital, and the love between them is over.

The old lady said: "I just want to talk to a ticket mate, why don't we listen to the play together?" ”

Yuan Ziwen tugged at the corner of her grandmother's clothes, but her grandmother gently patted her on the shoulder and pulled her into the theater.

"The Drunken Concubine" was staged on the stage, and the old lady was excited when she heard it, she turned to her grandmother and said, "What play do you want to listen to next?" ”

Grandma said: "Then order "Champion Media", the Lord of Cheshire and Yang Yanzhao have experienced dangers and are a good couple, and they are lucky." ”

The old lady chuckled, "This lover will eventually become a family member who pays attention to the right family, no matter how bad it is, he has to have a similar temperament, and he is most afraid that his wife will not know how to abide by his duty, and he will not even care about the family." ”

Her words were obviously harshly reprimanded Ju Huiyin in front of her grandmother, and her grandmother's face did not change, "Children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren, and those who are elders don't need to worry too much." ”

"Children and grandchildren?" Old Madam Yuan sneered, "I hope that her original family will almost lose her children and grandchildren, but fortunately, Fang Yu left a son for Hongliang." ”

Fang Yu is the ex-wife of Yuan Hongliang's deceased.

Grandma was a little unhappy, Ju Yanqian hurriedly changed the topic next to her, but the old lady was determined to taunt Ju Yanqian in front of her in-laws today, and the words she said were more and more ugly.

The beauties on the stage are acting vividly, but the audience is competing with each other to perform more excitingly, life is really like a play. Yuan Ziwen suddenly stood up and slammed the teacup in front of him on the table, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

She said, "Old Madam Yuan, please don't talk too much. Mr. Yuan doesn't care about my mother's old past, what's the point of you taking it out again? Besides, my aunt also has an illegitimate daughter, why are you full of praise for her? Who is your daughter-in-law, you have to distinguish between relatives and relatives! ”

After Yuan Ziwen finished speaking, he turned around and strode away, completely ignoring his grandmother's anxious shouts and Ju Yanqian's instantly blue face.

The old lady was furious, "This girl is really getting more and more unruly, whose wild seed is it?" ”

Yuan Ziwen ran all the way out of the theater and walked a long distance before stopping. She tried her best to suppress the sourness in her nasal passages, not wanting to cry in the crowded city without regard to her image. She couldn't stand her mother being humiliated by those people with mean language, and she couldn't stand her grandmother's dilemma and frowning.

But she can't do anything, their family is indeed clinging to the original family to survive so far. If you send people under the fence and snort on people, you must be willing to swallow your anger.

She walked to the phone booth and inserted the magnetic card, and habitually called Anjialu. But as soon as he pressed the first number, his hand stopped.

The scene in the corridor of the bar that night naturally came to mind, and her heart ached.

Yuan Ziwen knew that there had never been such a thing as empathy in this world, and the great sadness fell into the eyes of others and he just smiled disdainfully. But whenever she talks about her troubles, An Jialu always listens carefully and never tires of it.

He said: "Tell me if you have any grievances, and I can act as a trash can for your emotions." Don't be sad anymore, you know? ”

From the initial blind worship to the current heart-to-heart, An Jialu has unconsciously played an irreplaceable role in Yuan Ziwen's life, and she really can't imagine the day she loses him.

Fang Xuan panted and caught up, "Cousin, are you okay?" ”

Yuan Ziwen walked out of the phone booth and looked blankly into the distance, she said: "Fang Xuan, I'm so scared, I've never been so scared like now......"

She has so many friends who respond to every call, but Anjialu is the one who lives in her heart. But the original seed temperature is calculated, day and night, and she can't imagine that her competitor is not Luo Peipei, not Fuxiang, but a man standing in the clouds.

Fang Xuan understood what she meant and comforted: "Maybe everyone was just drinking too much that day, and you also know that rock musicians are relatively open." ”

Raw Seed Wen shook his head.

Although she didn't have much experience, she could see that it was a kiss full of lust.

An Jialu's eyes looking at Hei Xun were different from those of the original seeds, and those black eyes were no longer calm and gentle, but full of scorching heat, like a rising flame. That kind of look is that he has never seen the most fashionable and beautiful clothes.

Yuan Ziwen went home and saw Anjialu standing at the gate of the community waiting for her from a distance. She looked away and tried to pass past him with a blank face, but An Jialu reached out to block her way.

He opened his mouth and said, "Yuan Ziwen, why don't you answer my call?" I'm going crazy looking for you. ”

It turned out that he had come to find Yuan Ziwen several times these days, and every time he caught up with his grandmother to go out, she was sleeping. Once the original seed temperature falls asleep, the earthquake can't wake up, and people who have no heart and lungs are generally like this.

The setting sun reflected on the glass overhead, as if desperately bleeding, and Anjialu's eyes reflected the last trace of warmth of the sun. He approached Yuan Ziwen and took her into his arms, holding her firmly.

He said, "Do you know I'm scared these days? I'm scared of the holidays because I can't see you every day when I leave school. You have your family and life, but these trajectories have nothing to do with me, and I am so worried that you will ignore me like this. ”

He took a deep breath, almost greedily indulging in her breath.

"It's good to see you, Raw Seed Wen."

His show of weakness with such fanfare made Yuan Ziwen's heart soften in an instant. It turned out that while she was uneasy, this young man was even more at a loss than herself. An Jialu has always been a calm and elegant person, as if he is completely unbound by the world.

But this time, he really messed up the rules, because he fell in love with Yuan Ziwen.

Yuan Ziwen closed her eyes, the confusion and apprehension of the days had become insignificant, and she didn't want to know the ins and outs of that kiss, she didn't care.

Yuan Ziwen only knew that she liked Anjialu, and she wanted to be with him. 166 Reading Network