“This is the funniest, most interesting and best concert I have ever seen.”

The concert finally ended successfully. Although there were two oceans of joy in the middle, it did not have a negative impact on the concert at all. It just took it a little off. In short, every fan who appeared was very happy. It can be said that it was a joy to watch.

The experience was great.

"Thank you for spending such a fun night with me."

Wu Tong walked out of the gym, smiled at Meng Fan and said, "No, strictly speaking, you really brought this fun."

Meng Fan smiled bitterly: "I'm helpless too. Am I that funny?"

Wu Tong pondered for two seconds: "Yes."

What else can Meng Fan say? Everything you said is right.

"By the way, when are you going back to school? Do you want to go back together?" Wu Tong and Meng Fan walked towards the roadside. From time to time they met fans and said hello to Meng Fan. Apparently they became celebrities through this concert.

Wu Tong's invitation was very attractive, but after thinking about it, Meng Fan still shook his head: "I have to go back to Wenzhou. I haven't been home for a long time."

It's been a long time. If I hadn't been reborn, I wouldn't have seen him again!

"Okay, see you at school then." Wu Tong pointed to a car with double flashers not far away and said, "My brother will pick me up."

"Um."

Meng Fan nodded and waved.

Wu Tong got into the car and the car drove away. Only then did Meng Fan reach out and stop a taxi.

…

"Explain it!"

Meng Caiwei opened the door, walked back, sat down on the sofa in the living room, and said something with great momentum.

"What's the explanation?"

Meng Fan twitched the corner of his mouth and pointed to the high heels on Meng Caiwei's feet: "What kind of high heels do you wear at home? Is this to increase the momentum of your questioning?"

"Don't talk to me about anything else." Meng Caiwei's momentum froze, then she pulled it out again and stretched out two fingers, "Two things. First, who is that woman!"

"Sister Bai sent it to you, right?" Meng Fan said with an expression that said, "I know it. Then shouldn't she also tell her that her name is Wu Tong and that she is my college classmate?"

"That's it?" Meng Caiwei glanced sideways at Meng Fan, and seeing that he didn't want to say more, she said hoarsely, "You suddenly started running because this beautiful Chinese painting girl also runs every morning, right?"

Meng Fan took a piece of cranberry biscuit, tasted it and it tasted pretty good. He ate another piece and then said, "Qin Xian has told you, why are you asking me?"

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

Cough cough cough.

Meng Fan almost choked to death.

"Okay, okay, girls can do it too." Meng Caiwei sighed, "Forget it, as long as you like it."

Meng Fan was truly convinced: "What do you mean, forget it, what do you mean, okay, okay, and what do you mean by looking like you have no choice but to compromise!"

"Don't talk about this anymore."

Meng Caiwei directly skipped such an important thing, and looked like she didn't want to continue chatting for fear that she would be sad if she talked too much, "Second thing, why did you laugh like that at the concert?"

She almost laughed and laughed, but Meng Caiwei didn't think much about it, thinking that she had stayed at home for too long.

Even though I was laughing so much during the concert, the people present didn’t smile too much, thinking it was because the atmosphere was so high that smiling was contagious.

But Meng Caiwei, who knew this, couldn't have thought more about it.

When Meng Fan heard this, he immediately became anxious: "I still want to know! Why do you make it look like it's my fault? What's wrong with me just smiling? You're not allowed to laugh even after watching a concert. This is worse than not being allowed to stand.

Why should I be too high? I just smiled like this, but everyone laughed, making me look like a joke! Look at me, smiling like this, is it funny?"

Meng Caiwei saw Meng Fan grinning. Although she felt inexplicably happy, it didn't seem as exaggerated as yesterday. She also laughed along with it. No, no, no, she grinned along with it, but she didn't look like crazy.

This...could it be that I really stayed at home for too long yesterday?

Everyone at the concert was also in a good mood?

In fact, it has little to do with Meng Fan?

Meng Fan was relieved when he saw that Meng Caiwei didn't laugh. Fortunately, it was okay. If he forcibly controlled the infectiousness of this smile, the effect would be reduced. Otherwise, he would not be able to laugh well in the future.

As soon as he smiled, everyone around him twitched, so what's going on!

After taking a look at Meng Caiwei's expression, it seemed that the matter was over. She took another piece of cranberry biscuit and put it in her mouth and said, "I'm going home tomorrow, do you want to go back? Anyway, you're bored here all day."

In the house, why not go back and let mom make up for you."

"Come on, what mom cooks is edible!" Meng Caiwei shuddered when she thought of the days when she was dominated by her mom's dark cooking. Then she thought of something and said, "You don't have to go back, mom seems to

I'm looking for dad. Where is dad...?"

I thought about it for a long time and didn't remember it.

Forget it, don't think about it anymore, he studies various buildings all over the world all year round, who knows where he is.

"Not at home? I told her before that I was going back, but I didn't say anything." Meng Fan was depressed.

Meng Caiwei smiled and said: "Then I definitely want you to go back and catch the chance, and then wait for you to call and ask her where she is. Guess what she said, that scene is definitely something my mother would be happy to see. Oops, so

As soon as I said it, I regretted telling you." After a pause, he said seriously, "Actually, I was just teasing you, my mother was at home."

"Meng Caiwei, if you still want to win the Best Actress Award for your acting skills, just dream!"

"What does it mean to think about it? It's good!"

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

Meng Fan picked up all the remaining cranberry cookies and went back to the room.

After hesitating for a while, he still sent a WeChat message to Wu Tong: "My mother is not at home, so I will go back to Hangzhou directly without going to Wenzhou."

After about five minutes, Wu Tong replied: "I checked the tickets. There are still quite a lot of tickets for the train at around one o'clock tomorrow afternoon. Do you want to go back together?"

"good!"

Meng Fan was very happy, but he would not be stupid enough to ask your brother if he would not give it to you.

"Send me your ID number."

“33038119…”

"After buying it, I will get on the train at South Station at 1:30 in the afternoon. I will arrive at the station before 1 o'clock."

"Okay, how much is the ticket?"

"I didn't see clearly, ask again!"

"Ah, what just happened?"

Meng Fan was stunned instantly.

After chatting for a while, Meng Fan started to draw illustrations and completed the novel illustrations that he had delayed before. When he drew the thirteenth picture, something clicked in his mind.

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

So far, Meng Fan has drawn a total of 500 illustrations.

From the first picture after the task started to the present, less than a month has passed. In less than a month, 500 illustrations have been drawn, and the quality and quantity have been maintained. This is definitely a terrifying number.

Although Meng Fan didn't know many illustrators, he was certain that there were few people in the entire industry who could do this.

After adding three points of painting skills, Meng Fan's painting skills have reached +6. Taking into account his already strong painting skills, Meng Fan's painting skills at this time can beat more than 90% of practitioners.

“My painting skills have improved, and I’m just in time to create my own comics.”

In terms of imagination, metaphysical attributes, for Meng Fan, increase the chance of inspiration bursting. Only God knows when it will take effect.

"Dang! Dang!"

There was a knock on the door, and Meng Caiwei called outside the door: "Are you asleep? If you're not asleep, come out and have something to eat with me."

"I was woken up by you even though I was sleeping, okay?"

Meng Fan rolled his eyes and started drooling when he reached the dining table.

"Actually, if you weren't an actor, you could make a living with your cooking skills." Meng Fan started eating, which was considered a high praise.

Meng Caiwei also rolled her eyes: "With my good looks, if you don't work hard to become an actress, you will have to marry into a rich family and become a young mistress. How can you have the chance to cook by yourself?"

"Are you afraid that you have some misunderstanding about wealthy families?"
Chapter completed!