Chapter 7 Why Signatures
"Well! After eating such a thing, I think I can imagine the happy life of marrying Mr. Meng and having children!"

"Shut up!" Shang Tao almost choked to death at these words!
Bingshan also raised his eyebrows in an instant, and that stern face looked even more terrifying.

"Let me remind you first, I can't marry you, and I can't have feelings for you." Bingshan explained the righteous words.

Bei Yan flicked her earrings again, and asked, "How dare you say that before you get in touch with me?"

"..."

Will chat!
But at this moment, Shang Tao suddenly discovered that her earrings are a bit special, why do they look like a baby's silver bracelet?

I thought it might be a design problem, so I didn't ask.

Mo Yan narrowed her eyes, thinking that this girl was really interesting, "Baby, what do you think of me?"

As soon as the words fell, he took off his mask, revealing his full face.

After seeing it, there were only four words in Bei Yan's head: Looks better than Pan An.

But then she thought of something, the boss with a small mouth opened: "I know you!"

"I saw you on the road, there is your photo on the drink bottle! You are a star!"

The little girl's sweet voice spoke out in a very surprised tone, which is simply bursting with cuteness.

Mo Yang showed a mouthful of white teeth and smiled extremely charmingly: "Yes, I am a star."

Beiyan stared at him for a while, but she seemed to be thinking. After a while, she sighed again: "I saw a star, can you sign me?"

As she said that, Bei Yan put down her chopsticks, and took out a sunny day doll from her padded jacket pocket, which looked like it was made by herself.

Suddenly want to sign?
Sannan didn't know what was going on in her head, but Shang Tao politely took out the pen he was carrying from his suit pocket and handed it to Mo Yang.

Seeing Shang Tao's actions, Bei Yan said first, "Thank you."

Then he looked at Mo Yang and said, "Brother Xingxing, it's okay to just sign the doll!"

On sunny days, the place where the doll hangs down is covered with white cloth, so it is really good to sign here.

Holding the pen, Mo Yang asked: "You obviously don't know me, why did you sign it?"

Bei Yan blinked her eyes: "I want to sign just to get to know you, so I know who you are. You are older than me. It's not very polite for me to ask your name directly, is it?"

Do chat.

Mo Yang didn't ask anymore, but Meng Zixian always felt that something was wrong when he saw Bei Yan's sudden enthusiasm.

When Mo Yang picked up the pen to sign, Bei Yan twitched her two thick fingers, her big eyes rolled around.

In the three months since she went down the mountain, she has passed through several cities and seen many things in the world. She also met someone who asked her to be a "cospu" and asked her to be a model. influence of stars.

Even, the star's signature is very valuable in the eyes of their fans.

For example, clothes signed by celebrities, the original price is 100 yuan, and some people pay [-] yuan to buy them.

It's like she used to write scriptures by hand, which were obviously ordinary hand-copied scriptures, but was valued by a boss, who directly spent a lot of money to buy them!
Of course, she donated all the money to the temple that raised her.

She left some pocket money and bought sweet and sour candied haws for her friends in Dajie.

So she can understand the relationship between fans and stars, just like believers donating incense money to temples, it is a belief.

Buddha is a past person, and a person is a future Buddha, and a person can also become the belief of others.

Faith is a spiritual need and cannot be vulgarized by money, so there will be no fixed monetary measurement, then...

Her Sunshine Doll, which cost one yuan, was signed by a big star, which became a unique lucky item. It also came with a piece of scriptures written by her for peace of mind. It should be able to exchange for some food money, right?

(End of this chapter)

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