Chapter 47: 47 Come to my home

[Station X: U City Winter Comic Con Live Streaming]

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[? Isn't this just a small exhibition, so many people?]

[In the field, the venue was really small, but the quality of this one was very high, there were so many nice valleys that I pushed, and the quality of the guests was very high].

[Can the anchor get a shot of Mr. Snowflakes, I see someone said he looks great today.]

[Everybody Snowflakes crowd.]

[Hahahahaha there's a little Snowflakes stuffed in the crowd, supposedly the organizers oversold tickets, and Snowflakes said that since everyone's here, they'll all be able to interact with each other and sign autographs.]

[Heartache for Mr. Snowflakes' hand.]

[? Anchor went to the front row? Surprisingly photographed, ooohhhh white hair Sai Gao, this white eyelash is also too beautiful, hate that I was not at the scene, this face, who dares to say that he is high p ah.]

[Anchor turns on the filter.]

[Shut up, I was there, the anchor just caught me on camera, I'm ugly as hell.]

[Hey, this stingy thing called Hariman Culture, has it finally decided to give Snowflakes a logistics team? The logistic brother looks so tall, well-built, and so elegant.]

[Feeling that the logistics brother is very handsome? But he's got his scarf pulled up so high, and he's wearing a mask, so he can't see his face. Hey, Snowflakes even put the hat of the commander's cosplay costume on his head.]

[Logistics x Snowflakes, I can! Winter x Snowflakes , I'm not high anymore.]

The autograph pen spun around in Fang Zhiran's hand, and the man beside him took the poster handed over by the fan, squared it up, and spread it out on the table in front of him.

"Snowflakes Teacher, can you write me high school cheer?" The male fan in front of him asked excitedly.

"No problem." Fang Zhiran puts pen to paper and writes his blessing fluidly.

"Little Snowflakes, I still want a picture." The male fan said.

"I'll take the picture for you." Ji Xingchuan holds up his cell phone camera and walks around to the signing table, his voice patient and gentle, "Three, two, one, smile."

"Teacher Snowflakes, look at the camera, not at me." Ji Xingchuan says, "Here, take a new one."

Fang Zhiran: "......"

Who's looking at you.

It's just that Snowflakes-sensei just had a moment where he suddenly realized that having logistical help was really cool.

He was probably really busy and dizzy, so when Ji Xingchuan offered to give him logistics just now, he even naturally nodded, not even thinking to refuse.

"There are still 33 people behind us." Ji Xingchuan reminded, "Can you hold on?"

"Can." Fang Zhiran said, "The fans are better than me, they stood in line until now."

Ji Xingchuan swept his eyes over the boys, Fang Zhiran had hardly rested since two o'clock in the afternoon, except for those thirty seconds.

He was still beautiful, the silver-white hair hanging down his cheeks windless, and the smile at the corners of his mouth was not at all perfunctory.

The second dimension is a dream to escape from reality, and Fang Zhiran is the dream maker, responding to the expectations of the visitors.

As it was nearing 8pm, the last fan left happily holding the poster, and Snowflakes' book signing had finally come to an end.

"Not in s city." Ji Xingchuan took a break and was answering his mom's phone, "Isn't it just a documentary narration? You get Lu Zhu to record it for you."

"He's not available." Yu Jin says, "He's taken on another drama that says it's about running dog blood abuse with a ball, and has been practicing his sobbing and screaming all day in the office, haunting the floor that's empty."

"Then let the documentary take its time and wait for me for two days." Ji Xingchuan turned his head once, "......"

Fang Zhiran was paralyzed at the table, his mouth slightly open, and his soul seemed to be floating in mid-air.

"That's it for now, I'm going to get busy." Ji Xingchuan hung up the phone.

He reached out with one finger and poked at this puddle of Snowflakes on the edge of the table.

"Wake up." Ji Xingchuan said.

Snowflakes freeze solid.

[Wake up Junior, charge with me.]

Lin Qin laughs.

Snowflakes congeal.

Ji Xingchuan thought for a moment and cut back to the present tone.

[Fang Zhiran.]

[Your experimental data was not saved.]

The long white eyelashes moved slightly as the boy opened his eyes, the red pupils under the pupil enhancement turning towards him, his eyes suddenly regaining their clarity.

In a flash, the boy braced himself on the table with one hand, copied the prop gun in his hand, and with a flip, the hem of his black, silver-traced coat flopping, he half-kneeled on the table and pressed the gun against the side of his opponent's neck.

"Don't scare me." The boy said, "No save I'm really going to have a seizure."

Ji Xingchuan's jaw lifted slightly and the knot in his throat moved up and down.

The little Snowflakes run out of energy and become paralyzed into little puddles again.

"A queue perk for you." Little Snowflakes climbed off the table, "I learned it earlier by character video, and I didn't even have time to show it off today, so it's cheap, Mr. Winter."

He rubbed his somewhat sore wrists and back, "Let's go, get back."

The fans' gifts had already been taken away by the organizer's people for mailing first, so he just had to bring himself and this pile of cos props.

"I'll get it for you." Ji Xingchuan picked up the prop sniper rifle leaning against the table and slung it over his shoulder.

A uniformed, white-haired commander tugged after him with his hands in his pockets.

Fang Zhiran was used to seeing his senior brother's serious appearance in his lab coat, but now that he saw his senior brother staring at his commander's hat and carrying a cos prop gun, there was always a weird feeling of severity.

"Don't you get tired of seeing it every day?" Fang Zhiran muttered, "And come to stand in long lines."

"After reflecting on the fact that I couldn't catch up with the old chase, I thought, I can't just sit around and watch the world go by." Ji Xingchuan said, "Just get out there and see how much competition I have."

Fang Zhiran: "......"

"It's not like they're like you." He said, "They're fans."

"Am I different to Ranran?" Ji Xingchuan asked.

Fang Zhiran: "You only listen to half of what you want to hear, don't you!"

Ji Xingchuan poked him in the head with a prop gun.

[Commander, surrender to me.]

It's a line from an opponent in a game.

Not from winter, but Ji Xingchuan gets the emotion of this line extremely right.

"You're good, you're great." Fang Zhiran was clueless.

He went to the locker room to change, and while the two were talking, they were outside the arena.

A car contacted by the organizers was parked outside the venue, ready to pick up Fang Zhiran.

"Where do you live?" Fang Zhiran suddenly remembered the question.

"Thinking." Ji Xingchuan said.

"? You're just now starting to think?" Fang Zhiran was shocked, "Where's your all-consuming, all-powerful brain?"

"Usurped by the love brain."

"......"

The city of U is small and there aren't many hotels, so it should be pretty much overrun by out-of-town Snowflakes fans at this point?

It's this time of year, and it doesn't seem good for Mr. Winter to go out into the cold to find a hotel again?

What if you catch a cold, it's not good for your vocal cords, I'm a vocalist and I sure as hell can't allow that to happen.

So--

"Then I will ...... house for you to live for nothing for a little while tonight." Fang Zhiran whispered.

He had just finished removing his makeup, his frontal hair wet and damp, and he didn't look up when he said this, his long lashes lowered to hide the light of his discerning eyes.

The corner of Ji Xingchuan's mouth lifted lightly.

The car sped down the road at night, through the streets and alleyways, and turned into the old part of the city.

"Is the hotel the organizer booked for you so remote?" Ji Xingchuan asked.

"I didn't ask them to order it." Fang Zhiran said, "I'm from the city of U. I stopped by to go home."

Ji Xingchuan: "????"

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@ClearLightCulture: Today at the U City Comic Con, our organization's @Winter's Little Snowflakes is attending as a guest of honor, check out Little Snowflakes' beautiful pictures. [image]x9

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@阅读人：妈呀， Snowflakes goes there and sits there, I really think it's an NPC walking into reality, it's so strong, his gun-twirling action is so professional, he's practicing some small details specially for his character every time, really too dedicated.

@Want to see Snowflakes women's clothing: Can you urge the exhibitors to plan ahead, I'll ask you if you can! Shouldn't we know about the oversale in advance? Playing cos all know c clothing wigs are heavy, pupils wear a long time how difficult, Snowflakes today signed up nearly 20 points.

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@绿毛赛高：@晴灯文化，这次进步了，知道给 Snowflakes配后勤了，后勤哥哥看着很帅的样子，你们好会招人啊。

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@ClearLightCulture replied to @GreenHairSaiko: Little Lights is always good at what it does! Keep an eye out for new cosplayers in our house too!

When Fang Zhiran was looking for the key to open the door, the person behind him was still fixing his hair in the selfie mirror on his cell phone.

[Auntie, I'm Fang Zhiran's senior.]

"Do you think this sounds good, or ......" Ji Xingchuan changed his voice again.

[Hello Auntie, I'm Fang Zhiran's classmate.]

Fang Zhiran: "......"

With a turn of the key in his hand, he unscrewed the door.

The house (brand new) was presented to Ji Xingchuan, empty and unoccupied.

"My mom needs someone to look after her and doesn t live at home, my dad ...... I don t have this obscure thing." Fang Zhiran bowed his head and looked for two pairs of slippers, "Winter teacher, you don t need to be formal, just treat it as if you were in your own home ...... forget it, just as if you were in someone else s home."

Ji Xingchuan: "?"

"That's Snowflakes' nest." Fang Zhiran pointed to a bedroom, "You can go sit there for a while while I hurry and take a shower."

He wasn't very comfortable in his c-suit for most of the day and went into the bathroom, clutching his pajamas.

Ji Xingchuan didn't enter the nest, he carried the key to the door and went out to explore the map.

Downstairs, the community pharmacy is still lit, the grandfather at the counter wearing presbyopia glasses looking at the newspaper, lying on the ground a small white dog, the environment of the old town is quiet and peaceful, as soon as you step into the store, as if the time has gone back to the past.

"Hello, do you have a band-aid and medicine to invigorate blood circulation?" Ji Xingchuan asked.

"Haven't seen you around." Gramps pushed up his glasses, "What family's kid are you from in the neighborhood?"

"Building 1, 102." Ji Xingchuan gave a door number he had just seen from memory.

"Oh, Fang Zhiran." The old grandpa said, "No wonder the Internet says that you've studied until you're deformed, it's only been a few months, and you've grown so big."

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

"Me, I'm his classmate." Ji Xingchuan said.

Gramps pushed up his old glasses, "That road or more."

Ji Xingchuan : "......?"

"'So that's what it means. I learned it from Fang Zhiran." Old Grandpa said, "I'll get you medicine."

The old man's movements are slow, Ji Xingchuan is not in a hurry, just stand by the counter and wait slowly.

"You know Fang Zhiran quite well?" he asked. He asked.

"Familiar." The old man said, "That kid used to have no one to play with, and he liked to bring some comic books, and he'd come and sit in my store, and he'd make me read them, and sometimes he'd make me watch cartoons."

"You two often watch it together?" Ji Xingchuan was a bit surprised.

"That's not true." The old man said, "We don't get along, he doesn't turn on the pop-up, and he doesn't jump op, darn it."

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

What to do, suddenly you know why the outside world can't stand to look at the secondary world.

Fang Zhiran, how did you take the kindly old grandpa downstairs and make him into a dick stabbing ape.

Wherever Fang Zhiran goes, it's really scary.

"This bruise spray is good, Fang Zhiran used to use it a lot." The old man put something on the counter, "This is a band-aid, waterproof."

"He often ...... uses this?" Ji Xingchuan caught a message, "Why?"

"Fang Zhiran, a strong man killed on this area." The other party said.

Ji Xingchuan: "?"

Ji Xingchuan : "He fights well? Why?"

"How can the weak survive under the power of darkness."

Ji Xingchuan : "Uh-huh, being bullied, why?"

"The young king carries the mark of his family."

Ji Xingchuan: "Because his father owed a lot of money and ran away, his classmates and the children of people around him took it out on Fang Zhiran?"

"You can decode?" The old man pushed up his glasses.

Ji Xingchuan paid the money and slipped away with the plastic bag.

For the first time in my life, I was so resistant to admitting that I was secondary.

Fang Zhiran This bath is quite long, Ji Xingchuan came back, the bathroom is still the sound of rushing water, vaguely may be a little singing.

Ji Xingchuan placed the bag casually on the coffee table.

The coffee table skewed down toward one side.

He hugged the bag and sat down on the couch, which went limp on its legs.

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

No wonder the man had told him to go sit in the bedroom, the furniture out here was non-interactive and purely decorative.

The water stops and Fang Zhiran, in his pajamas, exits the bathroom.

"Hey, are you in a hurry to shower?" He asked.

Ji Xingchuan waved his hand, "This is for you."

"Band-Aids?" Fang Zhiran lifted the plastic bag, "I do need them."

He lifted the hem of his pajamas, and there was a bloodstain on his waist from the c-suit.

The Commander's shirt lining was designed with Velcro, which pressed tightly around his waist, which was hard on its own, and the fact that he was moving all the time for the book signing made it easy to bruise his skin.

But Ji Xingchuan was surprised to see it.

Perceiving the other party's unavoidable gaze, Fang Zhiran froze and lowered the hem of his coat.

Almost forgot, there's a plotter here.

What are you looking at? You're not to be seen.

He took the medicine and went to the bathroom.

Ji Xingchuan went into Snowflakes' den, sat on the edge of the bed, and swiped through Twitter for a while.

@ClearLightCulture: [Photo] x9, a small Snowflakes who is concentrating on signing the book. the logistic brother next to him doesn't show his face, but the little light tells you that he is also super handsome. All of us in the company have a very high face value! @coser- Jing Yu @coser- Xiao Yi

Ji Xingchuan raised his eyebrows lightly.

A few minutes later.

@Small Snowflakes's winter: today experienced cos logistics, not bitter and not tired, very happy, Snowflakes, the teacher is too hardworking, full marks for business ability (*^▽^*). [Logistics perspective Snowflakes 美图]x9, @晴灯文化, thank you, complimented me on my good looks, I think I'm good too. But I'm not from your company, please don't get me wrong yet.