These striking words made Shirley stand there, thinking about them for a long time.
It wasn't until Lin Yi spoke again that he turned around and said "Ah", but didn't hear clearly what the other party had just said.
"I said it's getting late, it's time to go back and rest."
Lin Yi, who noticed that Shirley was distracted, didn't say anything. He just thought she was tired and repeated what he just said.
At this, Shirley nodded obediently, grabbed Lin Yi's arm with her little hand, and walked beside him very obediently.
On the way back to the hotel by taxi, I stayed quietly without talking.
It wasn't until Lin Yi brought him to the door of her room that Shirley raised her head and looked at the man, "Oppa, tonight is the happiest night I've had in the past two years."
She had a lot to say, but for some reason, she only said such a common sentence.
The remaining ones seem to be afraid to speak out, for fear of dissipating and being far away.
Afraid, yes, afraid.
What are you afraid of?
Afraid of Lin Yi??
It doesn't seem to be the case, but I can't tell exactly what it is. It's just a vague feeling.
"Just be happy, don't think too much, it will be better in the future, go in and rest."
Lin Yi, who felt slightly sorry for the other party, pursed his lips and smiled, then flicked his finger again and tapped Shirley's forehead.
There was no effort, it was very light, but it made Shirley in front of her feel very at ease, and there was a strong sense of security that drowned out the worry and fear.
After watching Shirley walk into the room and close the door, Lin Yi opened his room next door, walked in, threw his body heavily on the bed, and let out a deep breath.
He looked at the ceiling above his head with complicated eyes, and endless thoughts were rolling and intertwined in his mind.
Messy, disordered.
In such a spirit, I took a shower and fell into sleep until dawn.
Next door.
The same is true.
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The next morning, all the old people who went to the streets to drink morning tea, or white-collar workers at work, passers-by at stalls, and tourists could see a photo on the headlines of many newspapers and magazines when they passed by. p>
It was a photo that looked rather dirty and bloody. A figure who could vaguely be seen in a purple suit was lying at the door of the garbage station. The background was a patch of sewage and garbage. The donkey's face was so long that it was black and swollen.
Everyone made gestures.
The eyes that were closed tightly due to pain were so swollen that they could no longer be seen, and there were a few scars on the other side. If you wiped your eyelids, you might have almost gone blind.
In addition, the most gossip-provoking content of this photo appears.
On this person's chest and on the ground beside his hand, there are A4-sized papers scattered on the ground. If you look closely, they all have text, and on these papers is the title of this headline photo.
"Lan Kwai Fong Garbage Station, a Peerless Scumbag Surprised"
Under the title Full of Hong Kong Flavor, some entertainment news used a full two pages to describe what happened in Lan Kwai Fong last night, and put all the information prepared by Lin Yi.
, and even gave me some extra meals.
For example, Lin Yi just threw out a few forged letters from a woman seeking revenge from Quan Ning, but the Hong Kong media directly labeled him as a 'peerless scumbag'.
And described Quan Ningyi as a 60-year-old grandmother, a 12-year-old loli, and an image that would not let go of Thai shemales.
Another example is that Lin Yi just got an unfounded friend of Quan Ningyi to come out, accuse Quan Ning of eating Gillian's soft rice while planning to expand his business through her connections, and then kicked him away.
Plan.
As a result, the Hong Kong media newspaper immediately doubled up, saying that the other party squeezed out the 40-year-old uncle in the peninsula and knelt down and licked the feet of the company's 50-year-old aunt who weighed 200 pounds to get the position of CEO.
Another example is that the information Lin Yi gave only some psoriasis, skin diseases, and some messy Helicobacter pylori, so the Hong Kong media is not as reasonable as Lin Yi.
Sexually transmitted diseases, AIDS, or smallpox are all written in newspapers for free.
Every piece of news is too fake to be true.
But they don't bother to care whether it's true or not. What they are fighting for now is just a gimmick, and what they want is a sales volume.
Fortunately, for the sake of gimmicks, many of these guys put pictures of the documents and inspection reports prepared by Lin Yi in newspapers.
People who only know how to watch theater may just watch it for fun, but people who know more about the situation put more thought into the information prepared by Lin Yi.
At 10 o'clock in the morning, Lin Yi sat by the floor-to-ceiling window of Shirley's ocean view room, eating the refreshments brought by the room service, and reading the newspaper in his hand. If he hadn't been mentally prepared, he would probably have laughed like Shirley opposite him.
Laughed out loud.
"Hahaha, oops, I can't help it, oppa. The reporters here are so powerful. How could they have thought of showing the other party kneeling down and licking the feet of a 200-pound aunt and writing it in the newspaper?"
"Hong Kong Island's paparazzi are notoriously dirty."
After putting down one portion, Lin Yi took a bite of the shrimp dumplings, then picked up another and started reading.
The content is similar, and the photos of my own information are gradually being published on the pages of major newspapers. It seems that these people understand it. The pile of information they provide, every newspaper or magazine, invisibly shares the cake. I'll post some other interesting things about the gimmicks you've read about these pieces of information.
Only some small-scale miscellaneous magazines are thrown out all at once. They don't bother to care about how you share the cake, they just make money.
"Then what should we do now, oppa." Shirley imitated Lin Yi and took a mouthful of dumplings, speaking vaguely.
"What should we do? We have finished our work. What we should do now is to pack our luggage after breakfast, buy a ticket and fly to Seoul. A gentleman will not stand under a dangerous wall. After we get over there, eat melon seeds and watch them.
Play is the most correct choice."
Lin Yi said the word "running away" so freshly and refinedly. This extremely solid literary foundation is really inseparable from his previous life on forums, in games, and in various short video comment areas with various people.
It is a theory that was integrated after great writers gave their advice.
However, Shirley didn't give Lin Yi face, and directly dismantled him, "I understand, just run away like that fat guy last night."
"This is called tactical retreat." Lin Yi continued to argue.
Shirley was also amused by this sophistry. After laughing a few times, she nodded with great approval, "Indeed, Fat Brother left by boat, which is called running away. We can leave by plane, which is considered a retreat.
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Covering his face, Lin Yi had nothing to say.
Seeing this, Xue Li burst into laughter again, and the hearty laughter made Lin Yi, who was covering his face, also laugh lightly.
At the same time, backstage at this Asian Music Festival, in Girls' Generation's waiting room.