Chapter 270

  The car has been changed, but it is not very low-key, but compared with the previous one, it is also considered a lot of low-key.

  An Chen got into the car, followed by the others, and was on the road again, feeling that the time on the road took up most of the current time.

  An Chen finally perfected the lyrics of the opening song of "Xia Zhe" in the car, and Xia Jin can take a look at it when he arrives on the set.

  Although Xia Jin said to hand over all the opening songs to An Chen, according to the rules, he still has to give Xia Jin a purpose. Every profession has its own rules. Since you are engaged in this industry, you must abide by the rules of this industry.

  An Chen named this ending song "Xia", which seems a bit perfunctory, but it is clear at a glance, An Chen feels that it is okay.

  The journey was not far, and they arrived at the airport soon. An Chen put on a mask and got out of the car. Hua Zhi sent them all the way to the airport, and then said goodbye to them at the security check.

  A group of people come and go alone, although it looks a little lonely, but this is the normal state of life.

  The three arrived in Syracuse smoothly all the way. Xia Jin had asked about the flight information in advance and would send staff to pick them up outside, which was also very caring.

  An Chen felt that someone was taking pictures of him from the moment he walked to the lobby to the time he went to pick up his luggage.

  She glanced around, and then saw four or five girls taking pictures of her with cameras, but kept a certain distance from her and didn't come forward.

  An Chen thought he was a fan, so he didn't care too much, but how did he know his flight information? An Chen didn't think too much about it, anyway, it wasn't just a coincidence.

  An Chen's leg still hurts after standing for too long, so Ji Xuan has been supporting An Chen while Ling Han is picking up his luggage.

   "Those are fans?" Ji Xuan also saw the existence of several people, and they gradually got closer.

"probably."

   "It's strange, your fan management is quite strict, try not to do activities like this kind of itinerary, and they didn't come to you to ask for an autograph."

   "Brother, this is not a public itinerary."

   "This is not counted. When we came here, the time and activities were public, but when we leave now, it is considered a private trip, and when we will return to the studio is not announced."

   "Brother, check the information if you have time. It should have been leaked or sold. Whether they are fans or not, this flight information is not obtained through legitimate channels."

  An Chen is very tolerant to his fans, but there are still some principles to be followed in some respects. An Chen does not support the behavior of purchasing flight information privately.

  No matter what, she still hopes to separate the due boundaries from fans. On stage, in works, and in activities, they can interact at will, but for private life, the best state is not to disturb each other.

   I like stars, not wanting to take them off, but wanting to work hard to become a star. This is the idea that An Chen has always adhered to. She hopes to meet people who like her in an open and honest manner.

  After Ling Han finished taking the luggage, the three of them were about to go out, but the girls who were taking pictures directly stepped forward to block their way, and no matter where they went, they always stood in front.

   "Excuse me, please let me go." Although Ji Xuan was a little unhappy, she still asked them politely.

   "What's the matter with taking a few photos, what's the rush." ​​One of the girls said something in a very bad tone, and there was a tendency to take a step forward.

   "Excuse me, please step back a little." Ling Han stood in front of An Chen.

  An Chen didn't bother to stand, so he sat in a corner of the suitcase. It was obvious that these people were not fans anymore.

  The passers-by next to me also looked at this side curiously, and some people took out their mobile phones to film a farce here.

   There are too many beautiful things in the world, the wind blowing across the river bank in the early summer evening and you smiling like a flower in your teenage years.

  

  

  (end of this chapter)