Chapter 62:

More scary titles are always easier to attract crowds of onlookers.
Many onlookers clicked in and took a look at the headline. Oncoming was a man sitting in a cafe seat, leaning forward, whispering to the mass of air in front of him, and doing a variety of affectionate strokes.
Everyone was suppressed.
This video was filmed from the back, and all they could see were the man's back, jaw and a little nose.
No one saw all the man's face and expression at the moment.
Don't use the man's face and expression.
Only from the man's body movements, they can feel the man's deep affection!
This video.
At first glance, sand sculptures.
Think hard core.
There seems to be a little bit of terror in the hard core.
These complex emotions not only linger in the viewer's mind, but also fully highlight in the comment area under the video:
"Is it A Piao who was touched?"
"It was so touched."
"Hahahahahahahaha I don't know why I can't stop at all hahahahahahahaha!"
"The camera is exposed in the upper right corner of the video, and the phone case is exposed in the lower left corner of the screen. It is speculated that the man is an up master. Although he is acting against the air now, special effects will be applied later."
"I declare that this up test has no full score for physical performance."
"Knock on the blackboard, ask me to communicate with the art practitioners in time with the master of the body and incorporate it into my team."
"I only have one focus, he is handsome."
"Handsome is just one word, no other adjectives are needed."
When there is a hot spot, there is heat.
When there is heat, there are people paying attention.
Afterwards, it was tagged with the TAG of #今日沙雕视频#, transferred to the game group, and was again seen by him.
Suo was surprised when he saw it.
This... Could it be?
This... shouldn't it be?
He felt that the protagonist in the video looked like someone he knew, but he felt that he could not be the other person anyway.
Wei Wei was frightened and doubtful, he couldn't help but zoom in on the video, from the beginning to the end, watching it over and over again...
At the same time, the most popular video in Douyin for most of the day is also completely popular.
Each Up master followed the man in the video, stroking the air in front of him affectionately in various postures.
But after all, not everyone is a master of the body.
Therefore, the videos sent out after that have no affection, no horror, and become more sand sculptures.
So #今日沙雕视频# became #今日沙雕事件#, which spread more widely among the crazy laughter of everyone hahahahaha.
It also resulted in finally making up his mind to go to any one in the group to open the group, and I saw...
Dan Ding Ziruo: "Have you watched that sand sculpture air video?"
Shiling Ling: "Have you watched it too?"
The wind and rain between fingers: "You all watched that video?"
The little monk of Liuwei is very happy: "The little monk also knows what the video is this time!"
Suo Ren said with difficulty: "You all... Then what do you think the truth is? Is it... him?"
Everyone was at a loss: "What is the truth, what is he, what are you talking about?"
The deer passed by the fragrant grass and silently posted a picture for Suoren.
A woman walking on the front line of gossip can always know all kinds of information in time and analyze the truth from it.
But today, she and Suo Ren reached a tacit agreement.
She doesn’t know, is the man in the video...
"The crowd looked for him a thousand times, and suddenly looked back, but the man was in the dimly lit place." Thinking Buqun was late, and the poem appeared, especially Fan, "--Isn't this the father-in-law?"
In a hurry to think about the sentence, Feng Yu and Dan Ding said separately.
"Yes, it's the father-in-law."
"Look at that tall back, look at the coquettish posture, look at the slightly exposed chin, this is the father-in-law, hahaha."
Suo Ren kept silent and uploaded the video directly.
Watching the video, everyone who laughed a second ago was like a duck who was caught in the neck, and the laughter stopped abruptly.
In silence.
Suo Ren Youyou said: "Yes, is he?"
There was silence again, and the words of Suo Ren were lonely and stubborn.
Until Shilingling's sentence broke the silent ice: "Where did you find this one... I was looking at the version of a little girl."
The egg is calm: "I saw the brawny version."
Wind and rain between fingers: "What I saw is the female version."
Liuwei Little Monk: "The little monk saw the monk version."
Lu Guofangcao still does good deeds and stays behind: "This version is the source version of today's air video."
Silence again.
Everyone in the group instantly fell into the same panic as Suo Ren.
They unanimously made the same move as Suo Ren, and they played the video back and forth.
although……
but……
Anyway...
In the end, Suo Ren, who has experienced a series of emotional fluctuations, took the lead to speak out: "In fact, I think that although he is like, he is not very similar."
As soon as this sound was heard, the group was almost as if they had found a weather vane, and they immediately agreed.
Dan Ding Ziruo: "Yes, that's right, can anyone imitate the different fireworks like father-in-law?"
Wind and rain between fingers: "It's not like."
Shiling Ling: "I don't think so."
Little monk of Liuwei: "Uh, in fact, the little monk thinks...there are always many similar people in the world."
No longer thinking about poems, he resolutely said: "Look at this beautiful body language, look at this powerful emotional rendering, and I want to know that it is absolutely impossible to be the father-in-law! If the father-in-law has this acting skills, just make a debut. Why do you work so hard to write novels every minute and make big money?"
Seeing so many people denying collectively, Suo Ren suddenly felt relieved.
He nodded and said, "Yes, definitely not."
then……
Someone issued another sentence.
It is the deer who has been walking around the periphery of the discussion, but can often make a crucial shot.
Lu Guofangcao said quietly: "What if..."
silence.
There was silence again.
Today's group is really a silent heaven.
Finally, the monk came out and asked cautiously: "Um, donors, should we withdraw the above statement?"
The egg calmly said: "It's been more than two minutes, I can't withdraw it."
Wind and rain between fingers: "Swipe the screen and go up."
Shiling Tombs: "[Various football special screen pictures]"
Suo Ren: "[Various game special screen pictures]"
Not thinking about the group: "[Chang Henge.jpg][Pipaxing.jpg][Li Sao.jpg][Peacock Southeast Flying.jpg]"
The chat in the group broke up, but everyone did not.
With mixed feelings, they went to talk to Li Shuoxing for private chat and left messages:
"Brother, you have to write articles slowly. People have to live for a long time. Don't force yourself too much. When you are going to travel and relax, you will accompany you with a squeak!"
"Father-in-law, I recently ate a walnut that tastes very good. I bought a box and gave it to you. Remember to knock a small dish when you write."
"Ximu, this is my usual secret formula for maintenance. I don't tell anyone casually. Look, don't tell it."
...
Two hours later, at eleven o'clock in the evening, Li Shuo Xingfu, who had finally finished writing today's 6,000 words, landed on QQ, and the software was stalled for a moment by various news.
He clicked one by one, and gained:
2 cans of fish oil.
A box of walnuts.
Tour invitation once.
1 Secret Formula for Maintenance.
Qualified for half a month with the domestic football team.
A well-known Internet celebrity temple in China to host a meeting and chat privilege.
Li said Xing: "???"
Li Shuoxing was at a loss.
He was cold-heartedly warmed by others.
It's too warm to sweat.

At the same time, in the game.
Since Ximu left, Su Mingqian has organized the house first and then sits down to read according to his usual habits.
It usually takes between one and two hours, and he can always finish reading something.
But today is a little different.
Su Mingqian felt that there was a hook around him, always hooking his attention.
It's not very rude.
It's itchy, gently, isn't it the kind of teasing you.
It is this seemingly non-existent feeling that makes people unable to resist...
He was holding the journal, and before reading the two lines, he couldn't resist the temptation of the hook and glanced at the doll sitting next to him.
No, I'm still reading, I have to finish reading the book before looking at the doll.
Su Mingqian quickly retracted his gaze and continued to look at the journal.
But there are no two lines.
The hook caught him again, and his eyes shifted again...
After seeing this for three or five times, Su Mingqian gave up the entanglement. He admitted that he had failed, silently put down his books and came to Ximu dolls. He watched the doll earnestly for a moment, and after finding many features similar to Ximu on the doll, he suddenly raised his hand and poked the doll.
"Ximu..."
The doll did not speak.
Su Mingqian poked again.
"Ximu Ximu Ximu."
The doll still did not speak.
But its body fell back gently, as if Ximu was staggered by himself.
The corner of Su Mingqian's mouth showed a smile.
He took the doll, strolled around the room, and then entered the production workshop.
The door of the production workshop was closed tightly, and there was some noise inside.
An hour later, Su Mingqian came out again, and the villain had brand new clothes.
Su Mingqian placed Xiaoximu on the table.
He sat on a chair, admiring Xiao Nishiki, touching each other's small hands, touching each other's feet, and then touching each other's small face.
Feeling it, Su Mingqian suddenly wanted to get more clothes for Xiaoximu.
Small clothes making workshops can do it, but I don’t know what kind of clothes look good...
He was a little sad secretly, and whispered:
"If only there were the latest issues of fashion magazines."
Suddenly, there was a "ding".
A mechanical tone appeared in the lounge.
"The journal has been refreshed."
Su Mingqian was taken aback for a moment, got up and went to the self-service periodical rack in the lounge. At a glance, he saw four books refreshed on the periodical rack screen, one of which was a fashion magazine.
He bought it.
but.
Su Mingqian said to himself: "If the doll has clothes, there should be some exclusive furniture, right? If there are magazines introducing home furnishings, that would be great..."
The voice fell, the self-service magazine rack was refreshed again, and another home magazine was published.
Su Mingqian stared at the shelf for a long time.
Suddenly he pulled the corner of his mouth, as if it was a smile.
Then, he bought home magazines, and then returned to Ximu doll with two magazines.
Look at the doll while reading the magazine.
although……
I feel a little embarrassed for Nishiki.
But thinking about Nishiki often doing this to himself, it feels nothing.
It's just courtesy.
and……
It's really fun.

The next morning, Li Shuoxing went to the game.
As soon as he went online, he saw the system store flashing.
What's wrong, have new things been refreshed?
Li Shuoxing took a look at the location and saw that the store suddenly added a new list. The new list was named Su Mingqian's Wish List. He selected the list and looked inside.
Small clothes, small pants, small coat, small shoes, small table, small chair, small bed, small wardrobe
All kinds of small and exquisite things for dolls.
Li Shuoxing was stunned.
I just went offline for a long time, right?
Why did such a strange project suddenly pop up...
He opened the system narration in a puzzled place, what exactly happened yesterday.
See it at first sight.
[Su Mingqian unbuttoned the clothes and pants of the Ximu doll and glanced inward. 】
"..."
"..."
"..."
Li Shuoxing glanced at himself subconsciously.