Yan Haoxiang just looked at a child who was drawing in a daze, and did not answer He Junlin's question, as if caught in a world of his own, blocking all interfering information
He had been in a daze recently, and He Junlin called him twice and went out to see the situation on Liu Yaowen's side without any reaction. Yan Haoxiang didn't know why he was distracted when he looked at that child, and Liu Yaowen suddenly squatted beside him
liuyaowen"Brother Xiang, can you understand what he's drawing?"
yanhaoxiang"Only he knows his heart"
Yan Haoxiang looked at the contract and several paintings on his mobile phone, but unfortunately he didn't know much about art. He only felt that the brushstrokes were very different, and the content was enough. They were talking here, and those children were completely undisturbed and focused on doing their own thing
Time was limited, so they couldn't stay in this place for a long time. The child who had been staring at Yan Haoxiang raised his head and looked at him for a moment, then lowered his head. The dean introduced to them that there were still some acquired autistic patients in the hospital. On the other side, he asked them if they wanted to take a look, but Yan Haoxiang shook his head and refused
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Song Yaxuan was just about to go to the next event when his agent reminded him that he hadn't posted on Weibo for a long time, and asked him if he had any pictures to send. When choosing a photo, he stopped at the photo Ding Chengxin took for himself and Liu Yaowen, and looked at the message Liu Yaowen sent before he had time to return.
songyaxuan"Brother, can you send out the shooting in the outfield?"
He didn't manage his Weibo account most of the time. After flipping through it, he had nothing to send, so he just let the broker send it. After Liu Yaowen arrived at the company, he immediately got into the conference room to discuss the series with the company's design department.
Song Yaxuan went to take a look at Liu Yaowen's Star Chaser, and it hasn't been updated for a long time. The last one was the Weibo he posted by himself, which he helped repair. There are comments below that can see that this is his usual way of repairing pictures, but he hasn't watermarked it yet.
There are also many people who speculate. Liu Yaowen and Song Yaxuan have good backgrounds, and it is unknown that they know each other. However, the conspiracy theories and private associations that Liu Yaowen was worried about did not appear. Can this be regarded as a preview?
"I'll go to the recording studio later"
"Take a rest first."
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He Junlin looked at a pile of brushes and paints that appeared in front of Yan Haoxiang, sat next to him, picked up two paints, and divided them into what was the difference between them. The two looked at it for a long time, except for the different names, they really didn't see the difference. Where is it?
hejunlin"How is it different?"
Yan Haoxiang is also sincere. He originally wanted to paint on a whim. He used to have a lot of random ideas, but now he can't remember to paint at all. He Junlin put the paint back in embarrassment, or he wouldn't torture himself
hejunlin"Hmm... why don't we play something else?"
yanhaoxiang"Can I read the books on your bookcase?"
hejunlin"Yes... why not?"
Yan Haoxiang admitted that he had no talent for art, and he was more sensitive to numbers, so he thought of He Junlin's bookshelf. He studied finance, so he should have a lot of books. In fact, He Junlin's bookshelf has many things, including magazines, financial books, and novels. There are also some small essays written by himself.
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As a result, when he was taking a shower, he suddenly remembered what was in the middle of the books Yan Haoxiang took away. It was unreasonable to go out suddenly while taking a shower, and he could only pray that Yan Haoxiang was not the one he read. After taking a shower anxiously, when he came out, he found that Yan Haoxiang was holding a piece of paper in his hand, and his face was still very red
hejunlin"What are you afraid of..."
