"Okay, I won't eat today. Thanks for your help. If you want to take a photo, please take a group photo. Whose phone will be used to take the photo?"
A girl in the crowd raised her right hand and said, "I, I, I have a camera. I'm good at taking pictures. I'll take pictures for you. Can you take a picture with me alone at the end, Sister Guan?"
Guan Yan nodded: "No problem, I'll leave it to you."
They found an open space around the morning market. She stood in the center position, with two bodyguards on her left and right, and the others stood in staggered order according to their height.
It was a bit like taking graduation photos, but in the end everyone struck a different pose.
After taking the photos, she told them to put a sticker on her face if they wanted to publish their works. Then Guan Yan and the other two left the morning market to see the ice sculptures.
She spent more than 10,000 yuan this morning to buy something that made her feel satisfied and happy.
The Ice Sculpture Square is not far from here. It is faster to walk there than to drive. It is also good to take a slow walk to help digest the food.
When the three of them walked side by side, with Guan Yan standing between them, they would look like a Chinese character "凝" (concave).
Xu Nianyi had something to say. He smiled playfully and imitated the fan from before, saying, "Sister Guan, can you hold my hand to absorb some good fortune?"
He saw that she actually let the little girl touch her hand, which shows that this trick is effective.
How could a grown man or woman not know his little tricks? Guan Yan stretched out his left hand and said to him, "Suck it."
Who would have thought that he would not let go of her hand after giving it a little color, and put it into his right pocket while holding her hand which had not been wearing gloves just now because she had to eat.
The euphemism is: "Do I need to keep my pockets warm?"
Indeed, not only his pockets, his body temperature is also a little warmer than Guan Yan's, and he is used to applying hand cream, so his skin is relatively warm, and it is much more comfortable to hold than wearing gloves.
This wasn't her intention to touch someone's hand. Guan Yan felt at ease letting him warm her up, but still reminded him, "Aren't you afraid that your fans will see it and ruin your reputation?"
Male anchors with good looks like idols will lose a lot of fans once they fall in love. They just hold hands, but outsiders don’t know.
Xu Nianyi was so happy that her wish came true. She looked left and right, up and down, and felt that the weather was really good today. She said nonchalantly, "A talented cosplayer isn't afraid of losing their reputation. Besides, they're so envious when they see me holding your hand, how could they think of quitting being a fan?"
I have to say that Xu Nianyi knows his fans very well. The Baoers really want to get close to Sister Guan, not to mention some fans who saw her true face today. They all stuck to her with shining eyes. Who wouldn't love a beautiful sister who has money and treats them to dinner?
When the fan base becomes large, you may often see irrational fans jumping around, and think that there are quite a lot of such fans. In fact, if you really compare, there are still more rational fans.
Moreover, from the reactions on the public screen every time she came to the live broadcast room, it was clear that most of his fans liked her. Many of them supported her and his brother, and some of them even started writing fan fiction about the three of them...
Xu Nianyi didn’t understand why there were so few people who kowtowed to him and Guan Guan. Was it because he was not worthy?
Ever since Guan Yan started following them, she inexplicably felt that they were entertainment anchors with good looks, but in fact, they both made their fortunes through cosplay. It was because these two faces were too superior that she always forgot this.
"I'm sorry I was so superficial and forgot you guys mainly make a living as cosplayers."
The two of them were chatting happily and holding hands passionately, while Xu Ruguan on the right was in a very down mood.
He is not the type of person who would say something like "hold your hand to absorb some good fortune."
There is a sunny doll on Guan Yan’s left and a cloudy doll on her right. The low pressure on the cloudy doll is almost spreading to her head.
When she looked to the right, she felt that Xu Ruguan seemed to have returned to the background board in the live broadcast room, with his head slightly lowered and his lips pursed, as if isolated from them, but silently maintaining the same pace, looking pitiful and fragile.
He seemed to notice her gaze and glanced in her direction. His beautiful light amber eyes seemed calm and without a trace of emotion in the sunlight.
Guan Yan didn't ask him if he was unhappy. She just looked him in the eye and said, "Little mushrooms are going to grow on your head."
Xu Ruguan smiled immediately, but even when he smiled, it was a reserved type, with the corners of his lips and eyes slightly curved, which was impossible to see unless you looked closely.
It is a pleasant surprise for an introverted and lonely child to have his or her low mood noticed by someone who cares about him or her.
It’s like, before I even learned how to beg for candy, it flew over to me.
He whispered to her with a hint of joy, "It won't be long now."
Oh~ That’s the president just now.
Guan Yan was struck by the beauty filter again. It was probably because she was naturally more attracted to calm and elegant beauties like him, so even though they had the same face, she still thought Xu Ruguan was more handsome.
Xu Nianyi was a bit more careless and asked, "What kind of mushroom is that?"
Guan Yan casually said, "I said, the hazel mushrooms yesterday were delicious."
"Then let's go next time? There are still a few things we haven't tried, so we can try each one once. The sparerib hotpot is pretty good too."
The few of them walked and talked, and in about ten minutes they arrived at the crowded Ice Sculpture Square.
Guan Yan really envied Xu Nianyi's hands, which were as warm as a stove. How could one have such a physique? It was too winter-friendly.
Only when standing under the real ice sculptures did Guan Yan feel the shock that he could not experience when looking at the pictures. The numerous ice sculptures of different shapes, several people tall, gave a psychedelic feeling of industrial cyber.
Any work photographed facing the light can be said to be breathtakingly beautiful.
The sun was shining brightly, and Guan Yan found a perfect angle to capture the scene of the ice dragon spitting pearls.
This trip is worth it. No matter how many photos and videos you look at, it is not as good as coming here in person and watching this ultimate visual feast up close.
Because of last year's popularity, the scale of all aspects of Harbin this year will be larger than last year, so the ice sculptures in this ice sculpture square will also be more exquisite and larger than last year, making Guan Yan's eyes shine again and again.
It’s a pity that the temperature in City G is not low enough, otherwise she would have to ask someone to carve some in the yard.
While she was taking a photo, Xu Ruguan disappeared.
After taking the photo and blowing on her frozen hands, Guan Yan asked Xu Nianyi, who had been standing behind her taking the photo, "Is he your brother?"
Xu Nian replied that he was going shopping, and then he naturally held her hand and rubbed it to warm it with his breath.
But because he was taking pictures, his hands were also very cold...
Guan Yan felt that his rubbing didn't have much effect, and she felt tired from holding her hands up, so she casually said, "I heard that abdominal muscles are warmer."
Xu Nianyi, who had just been immersed in this interaction that looked like a young couple and secretly delighted, blushed when he heard this. At this moment, he seemed to be able to hear the sound of his own heartbeat. He bent down slightly and leaned close to her ear and said, "Then let's change places. There are too many people here."
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