Little Gold Cup and Big BMW

Chapter 60

"Do you have a membership card? If you don't have the card, you can remember the card number, and you can get a [-]% discount... Otherwise, if you buy another magazine, I will help you get one?...Swipe the card for cash?"

He Lanba was checking out at the audio-visual book store. In his impression, this cashier girl who usually rolled her eyes a quarter of the way, had never spoken so lightly, which made him a little uncomfortable: "Ah, no... ...no need...cash...and I don't know that handsome guy at the back."

As expected, the cashier girl raised her eyes to look at Kai Molong in front of the magazine rack behind him.Kai Molong was flipping through a copy of "The Economist" magazine in his hand, and when he heard this, he took off his sunglasses and looked in the direction of the cashier in surprise.

Now it's all right, the cashier girl dropped the steel coin that was supposed to be handed to He Lanba directly under the cashier counter, and He Lanba was completely desperate for this face-seeking world.

Kai Molong closed the magazine and put it back on the shelf, came over and bent down to pick up the one-yuan steel coin at He Lanba's feet, got up and handed it back to the other party with a playful smile: "Then let's get to know each other now?"

He Lanba resisted the urge to copy the shoes.If I had known earlier, I shouldn’t have brought this guy out. People all over the street are obediently skating golden retrievers, huskies, and Labradors. He is the only one skating a lion. He really deserves to be watched.

The two left the bookstore, and He Lanba looked at a large stack of DVDs in his hand. They were all An Jiamian's movies, and they were all out-of-print items that could not be found in the United States. An Jiamian's DVDs were basically available online, but there were a few It's not easy to find the special niche ones, and he just bought them all in this small shop today.I really didn't expect Miss An Qi to come to China for a few days, and the man she misses after returning to the United States is not Kai Molong, but An Jiamian...

"She really said that as long as these are all you need?" He Lanba asked as he walked, thinking that Ms. An would open her mouth and ask Kai Molong for a limited edition bag or something, but the other party sent a string of keywords as follows: The entry of "An Jiamian" also added the sentence "A signature is the icing on the cake, and a lip print shows that you are sincerely grateful to me." The cigarette in Helan Ba's mouth fell on the sofa. Where can I get it for you? Get lip marks?But this really doesn't look like the little girl who is carrying the Balenciaga family and kicking Zhou Yangjie. He Lanba looked at the DVD and thought with a smile, maybe no matter how glamorous the appearance is, she is still a little girl after all, "... It’s fine to print it, but if I sign it, how about I send it out in disguise?”

Kai Molong didn't reply, He Lanba turned around, and saw Kai Molong standing behind and looking back at something.

He didn't call him, Kaimeron often looks like this recently, suddenly stopped and looked back while walking.The worst time was when he agreed to go to Binhai Boulevard for dinner before getting in the car. He Lanba fell asleep in the passenger seat and woke up to see where Nima’s car was parked. Kaimolong was gone. Throw it on the center console.

He rolled down the car window and looked out. It was pitch black outside, and he couldn't see any lights. Cameron didn't know which wilderness he drove the car to. He poked his head and arms out of the car window, shouting in all directions at the top of his throat. : "Hey—Kai Molong! Where are you hiding?! It's the pit senior!!"

He slapped the car door angrily, only the sound of deserted insects responded to him.He shook his head, turned on the headlights and was about to honk the horn, the dazzling headlights shone forward, and immediately revealed the unique eight-headed figure, Kaimeron was coming out of the forest, raising his hand to cover With strong light.Heh, the relationship between Mr. BMW and his master is really enviable.

Seeing Kai Molong come around and open the door to get into the car, He Lanba couldn't help frowning as he started the car without explaining, "...Did you just run to take a pee?"

Kaimeron reversed the car, silently turned the steering wheel to the left and turned the car around. He Lanba saw a black Volvo parked on the right side of the road.No one was in the car.That picture is weird.He looked at the silent Kaimeron again, and looked more carefully at Kaimeron's clothes.

The gray-black casual suit on Kai Molong's body was of a particularly slim fit type, with straight and hard lines, but He Lanba couldn't see any abnormal marks on the suit.

Although he has already touched the tip of the iceberg of Kaimeron's identity, it seems that he can't take a step closer, but this time he can fully understand Kaimeron's stubbornness, because this is not someone who can make people take a few deep breaths. A fact that can be accepted frankly.

If you don't say it, don't say it.But Kemeron didn't intend to tell him, and it didn't mean that he could whitewash the peace.

He Lanba looked at the Volvo thrown into the night in the rearview mirror, and turned his gaze back.There's no need to do unnecessary imaginings. It's impossible for Kaimeron to do such a thing. Those three miserable lives have nothing to do with him. Isn't that enough to slap those police officers?

Kaimeron walked out of the kitchen drinking a can of iced Coke. Helanba's bedroom door was ajar, but he didn't hear the crackling sound of typing on the keyboard. He stood in the middle of the living room and drank half a can of Coke one after another, turning his head hesitantly.

After 5 minutes, he still stood outside Helanba's bedroom, carefully opened the door, and saw that the light on the desk was on, but the owner of the study had already fallen asleep on the bed with a book covering his face.

Kai Molong walked into the room helplessly, took down the "Golden Branch" that covered He Lanba's face, folded the pages and put them on the bedside table, took off his glasses and pressed them on the book, bent down and took them off for Mr. Slippers, got up and was about to turn off the computer, when he saw a stack of papers scattered on the desk, Kai Molong looked at the stack of papers from a distance, blinked something strange, stepped forward and pressed his hand on the upside-down stack of papers He lost his figure, he guessed right, it was full of flamboyant "An Jiamian".

He picked up the stack of papers for signing, stared at each page in disbelief, and finally leaned against the desk unbearably, and said to the sleeping man on the bed: "Why don't you see me writing my name over and over again?" ? Kai Molong looks much better when written than this, okay?"

He Lanba slept very contentedly, and smacked his lips with his hands on his chest. He had rhinitis, and his mouth was always slightly open when he fell asleep.The bedroom was so quiet that only the sound of even breathing remained. After a long while, Kai Molong looked away from the slightly parted lips and looked down at the computer beside him. On the screen was the Gmail page. He saw the Instant chat box.

Jill: Don't let go of the autograph you promised!

Pa: When did I say that I would lose it?Don't worry, even if you tie An Jiamian, you must sign every DVD~

Jill: Oh, really? ! [Heart]

Pa: Is that heart for me?

Jill: of course

Jill: It's for Mr. Ann!

Kaimolong smiled and opened the chair and sat down in front of the desk. After thinking for a while, he replied directly using Helanba's account: I am Kaimolong.

It took a few minutes for Angie to reply: When did you guys share your email address so much?

Pa: Where is the love?I'm here to tear him down.In order to repay your favor, he practiced An Jiamian's signature day and night. He wrote it more than 500 times today, and now he is drunk.

Jill:? ! !

Jill: Seriously? !

Kai Molong glanced back at the ignorant Helan Ba ​​in his sleep, leaned back on the chair with his hands crossed comfortably behind his head, and watched An Qi brush thirty lines at a speed of one hundred yards. Slowly straightened up and typed on the keyboard: But you don't have to be so indignant, these signatures are guaranteed to be so fake that An Jiamian himself can't recognize them.

Jill: Kaimolong, give me Helanba's phone number!

Jill: Are there any good screenwriters in this world? !

Jill: He can't do this to me!

Kai Molong ignored the angry girl An Qi, said good night, exited the mailbox and shut down the system.

There was only one desk lamp left in the room, and the orange light illuminated the bookshelf on the entire wall above the desk. Kai Molong got up and took down a full-color tome and flipped through it. "Concerned about it, he leaned against the edge of the desk with the book in his arms, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed, and a funny picture of revenge popped up in his mind——

On a certain day of a certain year, he was sitting in the living room reading magazines as usual, and the screenwriter sat next to him with a smile on his face, holding a few DVDs: "Kai Molong, my buddy's cousin is your fan, I want to get your autograph."

At this time, he can turn over a page of the magazine without raising his head with the thrill of revenge: "Why should I sign? You are so capable, you signed it for me."

You don't need to look to know that He Lanba must have a deflated expression on his face: "...Are you serious?"

He spread out a page of the "SIGHT&SOUND" magazine and put it on the coffee table: "This is my signature, you can trace it accordingly."

The flamboyant and neither Chinese nor Western signature on the coloring page must be enough to make the screenwriter dumbfounded for a while.Then for the next few months, he just needs to enjoy the voice of the screenwriter complaining and complaining regularly every day.

"Damn it! The three words Kaimolong alone are perverted enough! Why did you sign it as 'Kaimolong'?! Do you still have humanity?!"

Not only do I have to sign as Kameron, but I also have to change my signature design every six months, so you should be prepared to write my name every day, 360 days a year.

He didn't know when he laughed out unconsciously. He looked down at the stack of signatures on the desk. Those three words seemed to have all turned into "Kai Molong" that drove Helan Ba ​​crazy. He couldn't help it. He smiled again, thinking that there would be countless episodes like this in the future, his mood suddenly became better.

Going to the door and turning off the light, darkness fell gently on the sleeping figure on the bed, but the darkness was not a dead silence, but flowing like a dream.

"This room is quite magical, your inspiration is everywhere." Kaimeron whispered, smiling and gently closing the door.

Goodnight, have a Ceasar's dream.