Chapter 96

"This is the funniest, funniest and best concert I have ever seen."

The concert finally ended smoothly. Although there were two oceans of joy in the middle of the concert, it did not have a negative impact on the concert at all, that is, it was a little biased. In short, all the fans who appeared were very happy, which can be said to be a great viewing experience.

"Thank you for spending such an interesting night with me."

Wu Tong walked out of the gymnasium and said with a smile to Meng fan, "no, strictly speaking, you really brought this fun."

Meng fan smiled wryly, "I'm helpless, too. Am I so funny?"

Wu Tong pondered for two seconds: "yes."

What else can Meng fan say? You're right.

"By the way, when will you go back to school? Do you want to go back together?" Wu Tong and Meng fan walked towards the roadside. From time to time, they could meet fans and say hello to Meng fan. Obviously, they became famous through this concert.

Wu Tong's invitation was very attractive, but after thinking about it, Meng fan shook his head: "I'm going back to Wenshi, I haven't been home for a long time."

It's been a long time. If it's not for rebirth, I won't see you again!

"OK, see you at school." Wu Tong pointed to a car driving a double flash not far away and said, "my brother came to pick me up."

"Well."

Meng fan nodded and waved.

Wu Tong got on the bus and left. Meng fan reached out to stop a taxi.

……

"Explain!"

Meng Caiwei opened the door, then walked back, Dabao Jinma sat on the sofa in the living room, and lost a word with great momentum.

"Explain what?"

Meng fan twitched at the corner of his mouth and pointed to the high-heeled shoes on Meng Caiwei's feet: "what high-heeled shoes do you wear at home? Is this to increase the momentum of his questioning?"

"Don't tell me anything else." Meng Caiwei's momentum stagnated, then pulled it up again and stretched out two fingers, "two things. First, who is that woman!"

"Sister Bai sent it to you, didn't she?" Meng fan, with an expression I knew, said, "shouldn't she also tell her name is Wu Tong, is she my college classmate?"

"That's it?" Meng Caiwei glanced sideways at Meng fan. Seeing that he didn't want to say more, she said, "you suddenly started running because this beautiful girl with traditional Chinese painting also runs every morning?"

Meng fan took a cranberry biscuit, tasted it, and ate another one. Then he said, "Gentiana has told you. Why do you ask me?"

"So you don't like boys?" Meng Caiwei was disappointed.

Cough cough.

Meng fan almost choked to death.

"Good, good, girls are OK." Meng Caiwei sighed, "forget it, just like you."

Meng fan was really convinced: "what do you mean, forget it, what is good, and what do you mean by your helpless appearance of compromise!"

"Stop talking about this."

Meng Caiwei skipped such an important thing directly, and she was afraid that she would be sad if she talked too much. "Second, what's the matter with laughing like that in the concert?"

I almost laughed. Meng Caiwei didn't think much, thinking that she had been at home for a long time.

The people present at the concert would not laugh much if they laughed up and down like that, thinking that it was because of the atmosphere that the smile would be infected.

But Meng Caiwei, who knows this matter, can't have stopped thinking about it.

Meng fan was anxious as soon as he heard this: "I still want to know! Why does it seem to be my reason? I just smile. Why, don't you laugh at a concert? It's even too high to stand up! I just smile like this. How can everyone laugh? It makes me look like a joke! Look at me, so funny, funny?"

Meng Caiwei saw Meng fan grinning. Although she felt happy inexplicably, it didn't seem to be as exaggerated as yesterday. She also grinned with it. No, no, no, she grinned with it, but she didn't seem crazy.

This... Was it really because I stayed at home too long yesterday?

Is the atmosphere here for everyone at the concert?

Actually, it has little to do with Meng fan?

Meng fan was relieved to see that Meng Caiwei didn't laugh. Fortunately, if he forcibly controlled the infectivity of this smile, it would still reduce the effect. Otherwise, he couldn't be funny in the future.

With a smile, everyone on the side smoked. What's the matter!

After glancing at Meng Caiwei's expression, it seemed that this matter was over. He took another Cranberry biscuit and put it in his mouth and said, "I'll go home tomorrow. Do you want to go back? Anyway, you're also stuffy all day here. It's better to go back and let my mother make up for you."

"Come on, mom can cook something to eat!" Thinking of the days when she was dominated by her mother's dark cooking, Meng Caiwei shivered all over. Then she thought of something and said, "you don't have to go back. My mother seems to be looking for my father. Where did my father... Come from?"

Thinking for a long time, I didn't remember.

Forget it. I don't want to. I study all kinds of buildings all over the world all year round. Who can know where he is.

"Not at home? I told her I wanted to go back before, but I didn't say a word." Meng fan is depressed.

Meng Caiwei said with a smile, "that must be to let you go back and throw yourself away. Then when you call and ask where she is, she will say, guess, that picture is definitely what my mother would like to see. Ouch, I'm a little regretful to tell you so." After a pause, he said seriously, "in fact, I was teasing you just now. My mother was at home."

"Meng Caiwei, as far as your acting skills are concerned, you still want to win a movie queen. Dream!"

"What does it mean to think, is it?"

"Yes, yes, high-heeled shoes queen!"

Meng fan picked up all the remaining Cranberry cookies and went back to his room.

After hesitating for a while, he still sent a wechat to Wu Tong: "my mother is not at home, so I don't go to Wenshi and go back to Hangzhou directly."

After about five minutes, Wu Tong replied, "I looked at the next ticket. There are still a lot of train tickets at more than one o'clock tomorrow afternoon. Do you want to go back together?"

"Good!"

Meng fan is very happy, but he is not stupid enough to ask if your brother will send you away.

"Your ID number is sent."

“33038119……”

"Buy it. Get on the train at the south station at 1:30 p.m. and arrive before 1:00."

"Well, how much is the ticket?"

"I didn't see it clearly. Ask again!"

"Ah, what just happened?"

Meng fan second counsels.

After chatting for a while, Meng fan began to draw illustrations, adding the illustrations of the novel he had drawn before. When he drew the thirteenth picture, he stung in his mind.

"Ding! Complete the task [illustrator] process 3; reward: points +500, painting skills +3, imagination +1."

So far, Meng fan has painted a total of 500 illustrations.

From the first picture after the mission to the present, the past time is less than a month, less than a month to draw 500 illustrations, but also quality and quantity, which is absolutely a terrible number.

Although Meng fan doesn't know many illustrators, he can be sure that few people in the whole industry can do so.

After adding three points of painting skills, Meng fan's painting skills have been +6. Plus his already strong painting skills, Meng fan's painting skills at this time can sling more than 90% of practitioners.

"Painting further, just in time to create their own comics."

For Meng fan, the metaphysical attribute of imagination is to increase the probability of inspiration. Only God knows when it will work.

"Dang! Dang!"

There was a knock on the door, and Meng Caiwei shouted outside the door, "did you sleep, didn't you come out to eat with me?"

"Did you wake me up after sleeping?"

Meng fan gave a white eye and began to drool at the table.

"In fact, if you are not an actor, you can feed yourself by this cooking." Meng fan gave a high praise for eating.

Meng Caiwei also frowned: "with sister's appearance, if you don't work hard as an actress, you will be forced to marry into a rich family and become a young grandmother. How can you have the opportunity to cook by yourself?"

"I'm afraid you have some misunderstanding about the rich and powerful?"

"I'm afraid you have misunderstood my temper?"