I heard that I'm a black fan

Chapter 39 39. The Concert ([-])
The porridge on the table is still steaming, and you can hear a needle drop in the quiet surroundings. Li Zhien sat in front of the table, picked up a spoon, dug a spoonful, put it in front of his mouth, blew gently, and then put it into his mouth .

The porridge has no taste, but the whole person is warm after eating it. After tearing the mustard on the table and putting it in the porridge, it tastes even better with a little salty taste.

There are two kinds of medicine in the medicine bag next to it, and a label paper is attached to each medicine, with the usage and dosage written on it.

Li Zhien took out a box of medicine and looked at the writing on it. People often say that the writing is like a person, but why is the handwriting written by An Sheng so ugly? It is even more abstract than the writing of elementary school students. At first glance, the black dot is a typo, so I painted it on by myself.She smiled knowingly, as if she had already thought of what he looked like when he was writing.

"Ding dong~"

Li Zhien's cell phone rang.

It's a text message from Anson.

"I forgot to tell you. I'm afraid you won't be able to eat enough porridge. There are buns in the pot in the kitchen."

Li Zhien put down his phone, walked into the kitchen, saw a pot on the stove, touched the lid of the pot lightly, it was indeed hot, opened the pot lid and a gust of water steam rushed towards his face, and there were two steamed buns in it.

She put the buns on the table and texted An Sheng back.

"You packed it?"

After sending out, she got curious and stretched out her index finger to gently poke the skin of the bun, which was very soft and fun.

"Of course not. I just went to buy medicine and bought it by the way."

"I thought you packed it yourself."

After Li Zhien sent the text message, he picked up the bun and took a bite. It tasted very good and the noodles were soft.

An Sheng also sent a text message quite sincerely: "You think too highly of me, and I can only cook porridge and make some fat-reducing meals without technical content."

"Thank you very much today." Li Zhien thought of everything An Sheng had done today, and thanked An Sheng sincerely.

"You're too polite, boss. It's not a matter of course to do things for the boss." An Sheng has learned how to flatter.

Li Zhien looked at the message on the phone and burst out laughing "噗嗤". Although she said it in a text message, she had already brought into An Sheng's usual look when she was out of tune.

Immediately afterwards, An Sheng sent another message.

"Although I do these things for the boss as a matter of course, if the boss gives me some rewards, then I can accept it."

At this moment, An Sheng, who was in the parking lot outside Li Zhien's community, sat on his motorcycle and smiled happily after sending this text message.

After a while, Li Zhien's text message came back.

"Okay, what do you want."

An Sheng thought for a while and found a groundhog emoticon package, and sent it to Li Zhien.

Li Zhien, who was drinking porridge, almost spit out the porridge from her mouth when she saw the emoji she posted.

She saw a groundhog kowtow crazily, with a line written on top of his head.

"One or two yuan is not too little, and 100 or two hundred is not too much."

A person's character can be seen from the emoji. The more nonsensical it is, the more it can reflect whether a person is serious or not. It is obvious that An Sheng is not serious.

"Okay, go to the finance department to get the money tomorrow."

Li Zhien replied the text message and continued to drink porridge.

Many cars parked around An Sheng one after another, and without exception, they would take a second look at the man sitting on the motorcycle. The smiling An Sheng was much gentler than the usual stern-faced him.Even the boys who walked past couldn't help but peek at him.

"Okay, I'll go straight then."

Li Zhien, who was eating porridge and steamed buns, enjoyed it a bit. It was the first time for her to eat these things together in this way. It was indeed much more delicious than dry porridge.

Before I knew it, the two buns had already been eaten, and the porridge had bottomed out.

"Eat well and remember to take your medicine. By the way, you can't take your medicine right away after eating. You will take it later."

This is An Sheng's last text message with Li Zhien.

According to An Sheng's notes, Li Zhien opened the medicine and didn't take it right away. She picked up the pen that An Sheng had just written notes on the table, and drew on the note An Sheng wrote.

In fact, it's just boring to pass the time, and now I can't take medicine right away, that's the only way to go.

Li Zhien continued to paint on the black dots that An Sheng painted just now, and then slowly added two braids on both sides of the black dots, and then she drew out the body, and finally a black-faced villain was drawn for her; she looked at This ugly villain smiled happily. It seems that he has no talent for drawing. Looking at the words on the note and the villain she drew, Li Zhien thought for a while, folded the note and put it away up.

The hot water that was poured just now has become warm now. She took the medicine and cleaned up the table, took the thermos bucket and bowl into the kitchen, wiped her hands and walked out.

Looking at the clock on the wall, the sweat from sleeping just now had dried up, and it was uncomfortable sticking to her body, so she walked towards the bathroom.

An Sheng returned to the fried chicken restaurant and looked at the busy waiters. He also started to work, clearing the table and helping others order food.

Flowing clouds and water.

Hand in hand.

After finishing the rush, An Sheng took two hamburgers, went up to the second floor, and walked to his study.

He turned on the computer and started writing his script. After discussing with Li Zhien last time, he already knew what kind of script he wanted to write. He has been writing silently for a month.

Three episodes have now been written and the fourth is in the works.

With a hamburger in his mouth, he opened the document with ease. His habit is to roughly browse what he wrote before. This will not only help him consolidate, but more importantly, if he finds something wrong, he can also make corrections.

"Squeak~"

The door of the study was pushed open, Zhao Lang walked in and turned on the light in the room.

"Why don't you turn on the light again? Knowing that yours is fine, but not knowing yours, you think you are doing something sneaky."

An Sheng looked back at him, chewing on the hamburger, and muttering, "I'm used to it, I can write without turning on the light."

"Be careful with your eyes." Zhao Lang reminded, pulled out a chair and sat beside him and asked, "How much is the script?"

"Three episodes." An Sheng stared at the document on the computer intently.

"I forgot to ask you just now, didn't I just send a porridge, why did it take so long?"

An Sheng threw the wrapping paper into the trash can, "Well, I bought her some medicine by the way."

"Tsk tsk tsk." Zhao Langkai said in a strange way: "Why do you still buy medicine for someone? You are so considerate."

An Sheng chose to ignore his yin and yang, and said solemnly: "What's wrong with buying her medicine when she's sick?"

Zhao Lang smiled unexpectedly and deeply: "It's okay, you can do whatever you like."

"Crazy."

An Sheng tore open the package of the second burger and started eating.

Zhao Lang stared at the computer, "Are you sure Li Zhien will read your script?"

An Sheng then turned to look at him: "What's wrong?"

"I think your name will be reduced by half."

Zhao Lang pointed to the four eye-catching characters in the computer document.

"My Uncle"

　Wen Chaogong is about to start.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)