Ren Shuai was helpless, and took a photo with Cui Zixun.

Cui Zixun looked at his phone and said, "I'll fix the picture and pass it to you." ”

Ren Shuai was speechless.

He didn't want to take a group photo, and he wouldn't send this picture out, what kind of picture to fix.

Cui Zixun skillfully opened the retouching software, his appearance is relatively good, and he doesn't need major repairs, but he didn't wear makeup today, so he needs to adjust the texture and color of his skin.

As the saying goes, if you only fix yourself in a group photo, you are destined to be ignored in the future.

Cui Zixun also helped Ren Shuai repair the picture.

As a result, he was surprised to find that Uncle Li looked as if he was more handsome than him.

Although the sense of age is still there, the temperament is dead, and the world-weary eyes when taking a group photo reveal a strong sense of luxury.

In contrast, Cui Zixun is like a little fan who takes photos with idols.

That's not going to work.

Cui Zixun decisively revoked the operation and restored Ren Shuai to the cost.

After all, as the saying goes, who dares to be more handsome than me in a group photo, and from then on the rivers and lakes are passers-by.

After repairing the picture, Cui Zixun said: "Uncle Li, turn on the bluetooth, and I will send the photo to you." ”

After speaking, he suddenly reacted that the uncle may not know what Bluetooth is, nor what wireless map transmission is.

saw Ren Shuai unfold the folding phone, clicked twice at random, and said, "Pass it." ”

Cui Zixun's eyes lit up, he didn't even realize that what Ren Shuai was holding just now was actually a folding screen mobile phone, and he thought it was a traditional elderly flip phone.

This phone seems to be a new limited edition from the manufacturer, and he has always wanted to have it before, but unfortunately he didn't grab it because of the limited quantity.

I didn't expect Uncle Li to use it, it shouldn't be pirated.

Seeing that Cui Zixun was stunned, Ren Shuai urged: "Hurry up." ”

Cui Zixun came back to his senses at this time, and asked while passing the picture: "Where did you buy this mobile phone?" ”

"Someone else sent it."

His mobile phone is an accessory to the filming of "Who is the Real Murderer", but I didn't expect that the market is still out of stock.

Scalpers have doubled the price, which may not be grabbed.

Cui Zixun thought to himself, such a valuable thing is probably bought for him by Uncle Li's children.

After Ren Shuai received the picture, he glanced at it and found that Cui Zixun had only repaired himself.

A look shot at him like a knife.

Cui Zixun suddenly smiled and said: "You are naturally beautiful, ah no, your Yushulin Peak is like a shocking person, and you don't need to retouch the picture at all." ”

Ren Shuai didn't bother to pay attention to him.

Soon the flight attendant notified the take-off, asked everyone to fasten their seat belts, and opened the light shield.

In order not to communicate with Cui Zixun more, Ren Shuai hurriedly lowered the seat after the plane stabilized, and half lay down to prepare for sleep.

And Cui Zixun also lowered his seat, turned his head and said to Ren Shuai: "Uncle Li, I have a small song club tomorrow afternoon to promote the new album, do you want to go and see it?" “

Thinkers

Ren Shuai decisively refused: "I still have a job, I may not be able to leave, so I won't go first." ”

Cui Zixun sighed and asked, "Then I'll give you a copy of the new album, do you need to sign it?" ”

Ren Shuai thought to himself, he was already considered top-notch, and he spared no effort to promote the album, so he reluctantly gave him a face, take it.

And this kind of album is more valuable after signing.

"Okay." Ren Shuai nodded.

Cui Zixun smiled secretly in his heart, the uncle was obviously his fan, but he refused to admit it because of his awkward face.

As soon as he said that he wanted to sign an album, he immediately agreed.

Ren Shuai didn't want to talk to him anymore, so he simply turned his head to the other side.

Seeing this, Cui Zixun was even more sure of the guess in his heart, the uncle was shy after signing the album.

He was very understanding and did not debunk.

Then he quietly walked next to the agent and asked for an album, signed it and walked back to hand it to Ren Shuai.

found that Ren Shuai let out a slight cry and was actually asleep.

Cui Zixun didn't dare to disturb, and walked back to his original seat lightly.

The agent looked at him with an enthusiastic look, and reminded him kindly: "Don't get too close to him, maybe he just wants to get a relationship, get your private information, or wait for you to fall asleep to engage in candid photography, now just reveal some of your photos and sell them to the gossip operation account, you can get a lot of money." ”

Cui Zixun didn't care and said: "Uncle Li is just my fan, you think too much." ”

The agent was noncommittal and said: "The porter spent tens of thousands of yuan to buy a plane ticket, just to meet you?" ”

Cui Zixun said with a smile: "Uncle Li said that he went to Xiangshi and still had a job, and he didn't choose this flight just to see me." ”

The agent sighed in a tone of a passer-by: "He trekked across the city, would he do it for work, don't forget that his job is a porter, and the alley market is so big that he can't find a porter uncle, so he needs to go all the way to ask him to see the gate?"

Cui Zixun was speechless, but he believed that Uncle Li was not the person who the agent said.

Men's intuition is sometimes more accurate than women's.

Uncle Li is definitely in business class to fan him!

"We'll see."

Cui Zixun muttered, and began to close his eyes to recuperate.

Three hours passed quickly, and the plane began to land.

Ren Shuai was woken up by the flight attendant's soft words, woke up slightly, and stretched out.

Cui Zixun also began to pack his things and prepare to get off the plane.

After the air pressure ravaged the ears, the plane landed smoothly at the Xiangshi Airport.

Ren Shuai took the small bag he was carrying and walked out.

When passing by Cui Zixun, he politely said hello, but Cui Zixun stopped him by shouting.

Along the way just now, Cui Zixun always thought about the agent's words, and he didn't sleep steadily.

He wants to prove in front of his agent that Uncle Li is definitely his fan, not a paparazzi who wants to get his first-hand news.

"Uncle Li, you bought this flight in business class just to fan me, right?" Cui Zixun asked.

When the agent heard this, he stroked his forehead, and said that he had committed another second illness.

If you ask this in person, you will definitely say that you are a fan, can you still admit that you are a paparazzi?

When Ren Shuai heard Cui Zixun's question, he immediately wanted to give him three words.

After thinking about it, I felt that Cui Zixun was strange and pitiful, and took back the words again.

It's really not easy to be a top star, the pressure is too much, it's a good young man, it's stupid to say stupid.

He waved his hand politely and comforted: "Of course not, goodbye!" ”

After saying that, he walked off the plane briskly without looking back.

Cui Zixun was stunned, and then looked at the agent with a determined face and said: "I'm not wrong, Uncle Li is definitely my fan, and he just refuses to admit it for the sake of face." ”

The agent was silent, feeling that there would be reports on the gossip news tomorrow that Cui Zixun was suffering from paranoia.

Sure enough, the best way to get rid of fans is to get close to idols.

Ren Shuai didn't have time to pay attention to the top self-fantasies, and after getting off the plane, he contacted the driver who came to pick him up and went straight to the shooting scene.

Chapter 128: Blame the pitiful