After Going on a Blind Date with My Brother

Lin Wan stared at the anchor's beautiful back for a while, suspecting that he had read it wrong, and opened the comment section to see that someone with a quick hand had already posted a screenshot.

"Oooooo, thankfully, I was recording the screen, and I captured a beautiful moment!" The accompanying picture shows a huge face that flashes like a mosaic.

The charming eyes and red lips were not cut off at all, only a small half of the face was blurred.

Someone below couldn't help it: "What the **** did you cut, my goddess will cut it for you like this?"

"Isn't it? Is that a fairy who made you look like a ghost?"

The person who took the screenshot was aggrieved: "Big brother, I don't know if there is a second in that shot. I slowed it down at three times the speed, and it can only be like this."

"Don't look at the picture downstairs, the real person is as good-looking as the star, this picture should be deleted."

"Really, even if it was just a glimpse, I immediately broke my defense. My sister married me!"

Those who didn't see it were even more itchy, and kept asking what it looked like and how beautiful it was, and a bunch of people below described with great interest.

Lin Wan stared at the mosaic screenshot for a while, and finally failed to recognize it. It is still a bit difficult to recognize people with this mosaic.

But just based on the glance she just saw, she can be almost 100% sure that this is Wen Yimu.

Wu Yumei... Wen Yimu, even the initials are the same.

No wonder when I first clicked on the live broadcast room, I could easily attract attention.

Is your sister so awesome? It's amazing to be able to attract so many fans just relying on dance skills.

Lin Wan licked her lips and suddenly felt an inexplicable feeling, both a kind of sincere joy and pride, and a little bit of sourness.

It's like her treasure has been seen by the whole world, and she wants to hide her selfishly so that it won't be discovered by anyone else, as long as she loves and protects her.

Wu Yumei, oh no, Wen Yimu stood with her back to the camera for a while, then turned around and said softly, "I'll be here today, thank you for your support."

A netizen asked: "Sister Yumei, why do you only dance one dance today? I can't see enough."

The person who asked the question didn't expect to get an answer, because Wu Yumei's live broadcast has always been closed whenever she wanted, and she rarely interacted with netizens.

But this time, everyone unexpectedly saw the anchor's action of shutting down the live broadcast for a while, and then the pseudo-voice replied lightly: "I'm not in a good mood, so I won't dance."

Very willful.

The live broadcast was shut down, leaving only the bullet screens and gifts flying in the dark on the phone screen. Lin Wan glanced at it, and after it was broadcast for a while, Wu Yumei's number of fans increased by almost a thousand, while Lin Wan took a look. Wan's position on the gift list was also pushed to fifth.

Lin Wan simply topped up the money neatly, and then voted for himself to be ranked No. 1. The name was "Wu Yumei Global Support Association".

That's right, although seeing Wen Yimu secretly broadcasting live behind his back, and being so popular, he felt a little sour in his heart, but Lin Wan was still a little secretly delighted to see her sister's unknown side in private.

With Wen Yimu's status, her family would definitely not allow her to do such things to please others, and she would definitely hide from everyone when she danced. Even Lin Wan never imagined that she danced so well.

It's not that she knows how to dance, she is proficient in six arts, but she likes it from the bottom of her heart. Just like she likes to paint, Wen Yimu's dance has its own vitality.

Different from the refreshing feeling of white crane and snow lotus, when dancing, Wen Yimu is a demon concubine who brings disaster to the country and the people.

Such a soft and smooth face, such a perfect and delicate body, no matter how you look at it, she should be pampered in a golden house, but she unleashes her own charm, even if she doesn't reveal anything, she is so charming and charming, which makes people endure. Xiao Xiao couldn't help but think of her more beautiful appearance.

Lin Wan swallowed, and clearly felt the thumping of his heartbeat.

Wen Yimu couldn't escape this catastrophe. After all, this woman was so **** good for her to like, no matter which way she liked it.

What's more, Wen Yimu said "I'm in a bad mood today" just now. Was it because of me that I was in a bad mood? Lin Wan imagined Wen Yimu's appearance, and when he said these words in his original voice, he suddenly felt pity.

Even if she is greatly wronged and her sister is acting like a spoiled child, what can I do? Such a beauty, is she willing to be angry with her?

Lin Wan was defeated without hesitation, and once again became a beast of a beauty.

Then quietly opened WeChat, seemingly unintentionally and naturally sending a message to Wen Yimu: "Sister, I will start school next week (crazy hint.jpg

After a while, Wen Yimu returned the news.

Lin Wan happily opened it, only a solitary "?" lay on the screen, unable to see her sister's tone and mood.

Lin Wan's mouth was flat, a little aggrieved, but she couldn't restrain her heartbeat. She licked her face and sent a message to Wen Yimu: "I want to have a meal with my sister."

"It won't be so free after school starts." Lin Wan added, for fear that Wen Yimu would disagree.

With a pitiful expression pack, for fear that Wen Yimu would disagree.

Lin Wan scolded himself for being spineless, while waiting eagerly for news from Wen Yimu.

This time, Wen Yimu replied simply: "What do you want to eat?"

Lin Wan sighed sadly, how does my sister know how to eat? Although people take food as their heaven, eating is also a very warm thing, but every time we meet, it is eating, and it is really…

After all, it is really painful to pay attention to eating gracefully.

Lin Wan rolled on the bed and laid down without hesitation, "Barbecue."

Almost instantly, Wen Yimu sent her an address and schedule: "It's already booked."

Oh, my sister is really efficient.

After Lin Wan sent an OK emoji, the two never had any conversations.

The empty chat box now looks a bit desolate compared to the several pages of chat records every day before.

I don't know if Wen Yimu is still angry, or if it will be embarrassing to meet.

Lin Wan sighed, and simply clicked on Wu Yumei's live broadcast room again. Although there was no live broadcast, you could still watch the replay.

Only then did I find that Wu Yumei had already broadcasted many live broadcasts in just a week or two, and there was a fixed period of live broadcast almost every day, the length of which was variable, but it was broadcast every day.

Being so productive that she was asked by netizens, "Sister Yumei is so punctual, is she full-time?"

This one was replied by Wen Yimu in text: "It's just to decompress."

Lin Wan couldn't help but liked the host's reply, and then slowly opened the replay for aftertaste.

Almost every day of the live broadcast, Wen Yimu will choose a different style to practice, flipping the same dance song from scratch until he is proficient. She learns very fast, and it was jerky at first or twice, and her movements were not very coherent, and she could only see the softness of her posture.

After the third time, I became proficient, and after a few more times, I could almost surpass the original one, and jumped out of my own style.

It's tiring to look at.

In particular, an ancient flying dance was also the one with the highest playback volume, and it achieved a near-real reduction degree.

This time, it was also recommended on the homepage of the website. On the cover of the video, Wen Yimu was dressed in a red dress, dancing with water sleeves.

Lin Wan clicked in and watched the whole dance song intently. The red clothes fluttered and her figure was graceful. Wen Yimu was as light and agile as a real flying sky, as if she was going to ride the wind away in the next second and become a fairy in the sky.

She is also like a demon concubine who brings disaster to the country and the people. At a glance, people want to keep her at all costs.

Lin Wan stared at the freeze frame at the end, that is, the cover image of the video for a long time. After clicking Save, she simply set it as the mobile wallpaper.

I want to lick the screen.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Wan thought about what to do if Wen Yimu saw it, otherwise it would be exposed.

It doesn't matter, then say that you saw it by accident and didn't recognize it.

That's a two-way little secret.

Lin Wan was a little excited, and wished to express his feelings by shouting a few times at the window.

I can see my sister again the day after tomorrow.

Before that, as a good boy who loves learning (not), Lin Wan decided to write the homework. Although the teacher did not read it, it was a ritual after all.

After writing two political questions, Lin Wan couldn't help but began to draw on the scratch paper again. As he drew, the tip of the pen unconsciously depicted the appearance of Wen Yimu looking back in red.

Stunning, like peach blossoms in full bloom in the desert, it is the freshest color in the world. When you fall into your arms, you will never be able to leave your sight.

Lin Wan wanted to change to special drawing paper and brushes, but her brain speed was too fast, and she couldn't wait to draw all the details in one second. The flow of inspiration was like a flood opening, and she didn't have a chance to react at all.

You can only brush brush strokes, use the most common pencil to trace Wen Yimu's stunning color on the scratch paper with mathematical formulas on the side.

Hair, clothing, posture...these are all described in detail, and finally the eyes. The eyes that didn't appear in the video, but Lin Wan could see clearly in his mind, moved the tip of his pen lightly, looked back and smiled, and the country was captivated.

With a bit of the arrogance of a phoenix, the phoenix is ​​in the world, but it is not cold and alienated in its bones, but warm like a flame, radiating light.

Lin Wan herself didn't know how long she had been drawing. When she finally stopped writing, the night was getting dark outside the window, and the pencil was already a little short.

She put down the pencil, and then felt the pain in her fingers and back. It took too much effort. Lin Wan didn't have the energy to do anything else for a while, and just quietly looked at the sketch she just drew.

There is no coloring, the simple black and white outlines the outline, and the eyes are full of water, just like the finishing touch, and there is a soul in an instant.

It's so good to see that it's indescribable, and it's soul-sucking at a glance.

Even though Lin Wan was exhausted, his heartbeat was still pounding, and his face was flushed, an indescribable feeling.

It was as if all the heartbeats in this life belonged to Wen Yimu, and he could no longer be moved by others.

Lin Wan fondly stroked the painting, feeling the rough texture of the scratch paper, and automatically replaced it with Wen Yimu's flawless cheeks in his mind, so soft and sweet.

Want to kiss, want to hug.

Lin Wan buried his head on the drawing paper and took a deep breath, imagining it was Wen Yimu himself, and bit his lip unconsciously.

There is a little more shyness of the little daughter.

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