Qiu Mi felt that there might be something wrong with their brother Qi.
When the little assistant was tidying up things at the table, he couldn't help but glance back timidly—Jiang Qi, who usually throws his mobile phone around like a brick, is sitting on a chair with his elbows on his knees, holding the phone in his other hand. The phone stared intently.
If you look carefully, you can even see that Jiang Qi's bony wrist is trembling faintly.
He lowered his head slightly, his eyes, blocked by the broken hair on his forehead, were frighteningly bright, as if he couldn't restrain his morbidity.
Jiang Qi knew that he was sick. At certain times, his emotions could not be controlled and would become very extreme, ecstatic, gloomy, violent...
He has all these emotions, especially when it is related to Zhiqi, he can't control himself.
Just like now, when he looked at the private messages sent to him by the Weibo ID named 'Zhiqi', he felt that his heart was about to overflow.
It's... It's his little girl.
Jiang Qi almost greedily read the messages Zhiqi sent him on the first day, carefully reading each word, as clumsy and immature as if an elementary school student could not read, until he saw the last one, the boiling blood all over his body seemed to slow down. Slow down and calm down.
The boy's long eyelashes trembled slightly, thinking: She wants to come
At that meeting, Zhiqi is going to come to him
Realizing this, Jiang Qi couldn't help standing up suddenly.
Qiu Mi was taken aback by his sudden movement, and asked subconsciously, "Brother Qi?"
Jiang Qi: "When is the meeting?"
He only agreed to attend the meeting before, but he never took the initiative to ask about the time and place of the meeting, various arrangements and so on. But now... can't wait to find out.
Qiu Mi was stunned for a moment, and then the several dates engraved in his mind immediately made him answer reflexively: "Number 23."
That was eight days later.
Jiang Qi blinked, with a rare smile in his eyes, and nodded slightly to show that he knew.
Qiu Mi was stunned by his 'soft' look.
You must know that Jiang Qi was assigned to be Jiang Qi's assistant on the day "Watching the Sky" was launched. So far, it has been more than half a year. This is the first time Qiu Mi has seen him so "warm". Suppressing the joy in his heart, he asked, "Brother Qi, are you in a good mood?"
Jiang Qi even nodded, hummed, and then shook the phone in his hand: "Can I take it?"
He wanted to read the private message from Zhi Qi a few more times.
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Qiu Mi was dazed for a while, seeing that Jiang Qi was about to pick up his phone and leave, so he had to say with difficulty: "Brother Qi, this, this is my phone."
Jiang Qi took it away, what did he have to communicate with the outside world
"Oh." Jiang Qi also understood. After thinking for a while, he took out his mobile phone and handed it to Qiu Mi: "Then help me download a Weibo."
He decided to log in to that official account to read private messages in the future, so that he could receive messages from Zhiqi immediately.
However, Jiang Qi's request sounded like thunder in Qiu Mi's ears.
On weekdays, Jiang Qi, who is most used to eating melons on the Internet and those messy apps, will one day take the initiative to post on Weibo? Qiu Mi asked excitedly: "Brother, are you planning to open?"
Thinking of how many times before Shen Lei persuaded him to post some selfies on Weibo, his daily solid fans were ignored, but now that Jiang Qi "has figured it out", Qiu Mi couldn't help jumping up and down excitedly, and the result—
"What kind of business?" Jiang Qi frowned, and said coldly: "I just log in to my own account, and I will manage the account myself in the future."
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Qiu Mi never expected that this guy not only refused to do business, but also took away his business right? Now how can he pretend to be Jiang Qi as a forwarding machine with no emotion
However, Jiang Qi didn't think much of it at all.
He just didn't want the words Zhi Qi sent to him to be surrounded by Qiu Mi unscrupulously.
Sometimes, boys are also stingy.
After finishing speaking, Jiang Qi ignored Qiu Mi Shihua's expression, and urged him to download Weibo and log in to his account before leaving.
He lives in Dongcheng District now, and he got his driver's license test half a year ago. Driving all the way back, Jiang Qi glanced at the cell phone thrown on the passenger seat from time to time—half an hour ago, he would never have imagined that he would become like this The mobile phone is in a state of restless sleep and food.
He looks like an 'Internet addict'.
When people have expectations, they become dissatisfied. Zhiqi started sending him messages every day two months ago, sometimes once, sometimes several times a day...
It's fine if he can't see it, but now that he knows it, he will inevitably look forward to it.
He was waiting for the girl to continue to confide in him like a tree hole, but unfortunately the phone screen never lit up all the way.
Except for WeChat, Jiang Qi's mobile phone is almost empty, there is no entertainment app installed, and there is not even a push of spam. He simply never had the chance to 'misunderstand'.
It wasn't until he got home that Jiang Qi received the private letter he longed for as he wished.
In fact, the number of people who sent him messages from his account is countless, but they were blocked by Qiu Mi. Just now Jiang Qi set Zhiqi's message as "special" under his guidance, so Zhiqi sent him a private message, and the first Receive it in no time.
He has always acted recklessly and unexpectedly, but he surprised Qiu Mi by setting a fan as special.
The latter hesitated for a long time before asking hesitantly, "Brother Qi, this... do you know this fan?"
Jiang Qi nodded.
And Qiu Mi didn't know why, but he didn't feel very shocked. It might be because Zhi Qi's brushstrokes and words had already given him a perception that this fan was very familiar with Jiang Qi.
Jiang Qi didn't bother to turn on the lights when he got home, he leaned on the sofa following the drowsy atmosphere in the house, and looked at the private message that Zhi Qi just sent with his eyes without blinking. In fact, what the girl said were just some daily records. But looking at it makes people feel very warm.
[Zhiqi: Jiang Qi, Langlang has recovered, I went to see him today. ]
Langlang is the little dolphin that Zhiqi adopted, Jiang Qi remembered she said it in a private message before.
The corners of the young man's lips were slightly raised, and his sharp eyebrows were a little softer.
[Zhi Qi: There are still seven days, and I will be able to see you. ]
[Zhi Qi: DAY.60. ]
Jiang Qi's slender fingers moved to the screen, and for a moment, he almost couldn't help wanting to reply to Zhiqi - he wanted to tell her that if you want to see me, you can do it now.
How could he be willing to let Zhiqi wait for him like this
But his fingertips hung on the screen for a long while, but he still couldn't type the word. He didn't have the courage to contact her.
It seemed that during his three years in prison, the spirit that he had been holding on to, refusing to admit defeat and not fearing death, and pretending to be nonchalant after he was released from prison, suddenly poured out at this moment.
Jiang Qi leaned on the sofa as if he was exhausted, staring blankly at the ceiling in the dark room.
It's fine for him to have nothing, but now he's still a 'negative number', so how dare he drag Zhiqi and drag her down.
Jiang Qi knew too well what kind of temperament his girl was, as long as she saw him, she would be by his side desperately, always trying to pull him out of the swamp.
She completely disregarded the danger that she might be dragged down, and acted recklessly.
But Jiang Qi knows his own virtue, he knows that he... is hopeless.
Thinking of this level, the nerves in his brain seemed to be aching. Jiang Qi frowned and opened the drawer of the coffee table next to the sofa. Inside was a drawer full of medicine bottles written in English.
The boy took out a bottle in the dark, opened it casually, and ate it. If there was no water, he swallowed it raw.
Soon the pills were crushed and spread on the tip of the tongue, and the taste buds were soaked in bitterness, which gradually became numb. Jiang Qi also numbly felt the obscure taste between his teeth, and chuckled lightly at himself.
Every time he couldn't help but want to find Zhiqi, his head would hurt, as if he was always alert to his wishful thinking.
After taking the medicine, I will think of other things, such as the Fu Yunbing I met in the prison-a thorn in my face who never got along with him.
Jiang Qi remembered that when he was serving his second year in prison, his uncle Jiang Shi came to see him once.
Through the glass window, Jiang Shi's wrinkled and mottled face was dull and dull, and it took him a long time to say: "Aqi, that little girl came to you and asked, asked about your business."
Although the man's words didn't match the preamble and he hesitated, Jiang Qi still knew who Jiang Shi was referring to as the 'little girl' all at once.
Besides Zhiqi, which girl has he been close to
The young man's face was pale under his short cropped hair, and his brows and eyes were so cold that they were almost the same color as the iron windows of the prison. Hearing this, his eyes moved slightly, and he asked softly, "Did you say that?"
Jiang Shi quickly shook his head, looking a little timid: "No...you don't let me talk about it."
Yes, he forbade it.
From the moment he came in, the name 'Jiang Qi' should have disappeared from Zhiqi's life.
So Jiang Qi rarely raised the corners of his lips, outlining an arc similar to 'smile', his light-colored eyes stared at his uncle quietly: "It's fine if you don't say anything."
Don't say it in the future.
And when he was talking to Jiang Shi, it happened that Fu Yunbing came to clean up and saw this scene.
Seeing Jiang Qi's fluctuating expression when he heard the word 'little girl', Fu Yunbing suddenly laughed meaningfully.
After returning back, Fu Yunbing asked Jiang Qi in a strange manner: "Hey, boy, is there a horse outside?"
The prison environment is simple, and there are six people in a cell. They all looked over at the same time after hearing the words, and their eyes were eager to see the show—everyone knew that Fu Yunbing and Jiang Qi would not deal with each other.
Hearing this, Jiang Qi paused, turned around to look at him, narrowed his narrow Danfeng eyes dangerously.
He didn't say a word, but the aura around him became cold spontaneously.
"Who are you scaring, what's the difference between your virtue and ours?" Fu Yunbing was not afraid of him, biting a cigarette snatched from an unknown prisoner between his lips, looking at Jiang Qi with a playful and disdainful expression, Every word that can be said is heartbreaking—
"Anyone who has been in a cell can't wash it clean in his life? What the hell do you think you are?"
"How the hell are you worthy of a good girl? Bloody thing."
"After you go out, your bastard has already run away with someone else!"
"You don't deserve it, don't you know?"
Jiang Qi's temper is cold and stinky. From any angle, it seems that he has nothing to do with the word "good". At this moment, the blue veins on his forehead are naturally twitching.
His face was pale, and before his reason came back to his mind, he had already swung his fist at Fu Yunbing's disgusting face!
Jiang Qi served his sentence for three years and fought countless times in prison, but this time with Fu Yunbing was the most vicious.
At the end of the fight, the other four people in the cell came up to fight. The two of them had blood on their heads and faces, and stared at each other with red eyes.
Jiang Qi didn't care why Fu Yunbing hated him, and he didn't care if he didn't deal with him to find fault with him. He didn't come here to serve his sentence to make friends with others.
What he cares about is that Fu Yunbing mentioned Zhiqi in his mouth, so that won't work.
His little girl, even if she didn't want to say a word, how could she tolerate these dirty things
In the end, Jiang Qi was locked up in a small black room for two weeks.
The small black room is the confinement room of the prison. The small room less than five square meters is pitch-black, and only a hand-wide hole can see some light.
Coexisting with the smell of the toilet in the silent environment, people will be tortured unbearably after three days, which can be called the harshest criminal law in the prison.
However, Jiang Qi was severely punished this time because of repeated admonitions for "fighting" in prison.
But he didn't have any objections, and accepted the punishment quietly—for Jiang Qi, even a small black room with only five square meters was better than being squeezed into a cell with those people.
He has repeatedly committed crimes, and besides not wanting to be bullied, there is also a reason for this.
He deliberately wanted to be locked in a small dark room, at least...it's quiet here.
It is easier to think about things when you are alone in a quiet space.
The young man looked up at the palm-wide brightness in the high part of the room, and his crystal-like pupils seemed to be covered with a layer of dust.
Although he beat someone, Jiang Qi knew in his heart that he was 'out of breath'.
He understood that what Fu Yunbing said was actually correct, and it happened to hit the weakness he least wanted to face. He and Zhiqi are completely different, besides, he still has three years of criminal records.
Even though what Fu Yunbing said about 'Your son ran off with someone sooner or later' is nonsense, why should I go back to find Zhiqi
Maybe... maybe if Zhiqi had another boyfriend, it would be even more a kind of happiness for her, no matter who it was, it would always be better than her prisoner.
Forced to tear off the mask of false peace, Jiang Qi, who realized the bloody truth, felt a little out of breath.
The light-colored pupils were slowly covered with a layer of red blood, and the headache was about to split.
…
Memories gradually overlap with reality, even after more than a year, Jiang Qi still clearly remembers how he felt at that time.
The mirage has finally been pierced and collapsed, and that's it.
What Fu Yunbing said was actually right, he was not worthy.
Jiang Qi actually knew this better than anyone else.
Therefore, he never dared to go to Zhiqi, even though he wanted to go to her like crazy all the time.
But when Jiang Qi was in prison, he heard a literary young man say 'love is restraint', maybe he should restrain himself - restraint not to go to her, not to drag her down, not even to love her.
When you get used to it, it becomes numb.
After a long while of turmoil in his mind, Jiang Qi closed his phone with dim eyes.
#江琪Why never smile? #
When Calle's October issue was published, the boy on the cover was lying wet on the 'shore'. It was another scene that was synthesized by computer in the later stage. The extremely high-definition shooting allowed the boy's sharp facial features to be seen very clearly. Those glazed eyes were as cold as the clearest crystals, gloomy, deep and dark...
In the intertwined colors of thick ink, the boy only wore a white shirt, but he achieved what can be said to be the ultimate dark style.
This kind of extreme is perfectly suitable for Jiang Qi's own atmosphere.
Ji Ting said before that the issue of filming Jiang Qi would be the issue he was most satisfied with this year, and now it is not empty words.
Less than three days after the magazine came out, both the online e-magazine and the physical store have already sold out.
Whether it is the cover or the album of the internal magazine, it is a combination of youth and water.
The last page of the last chapter is more like a behind-the-scenes photo—Jiang Qi is wearing a big towel, his hair is half-dry and wet, and he is sitting on a high chair with his long legs propped up. His expression was a little dazed at the moment of the capture, which is rare to bring Some "ignorant and innocent" immature feeling.
This picture was quickly forwarded frantically by the majority of marketing accounts, and word of mouth rendered it into a so-called "out of the circle god picture".
Jiang Qi has rarely been exposed since he was born, and he has always been more gloomy. Until now, this snapshot seems to let the people who eat melons see the "simple" side. Of course, more reasons are Because he is so handsome.
While fans and passers-by praised him, Heizi was naturally not to be outdone.
Early in the morning, the rumors about Jiang Qi were slaughtered again.
But in this chaos, those who are interested have discovered a topic, that is #江琦Why never laughs? #.
Those who are interested have calculated that the movie "Watching the Sky" lasts 115 minutes, and Jiang Qi doesn't have a single smile in the whole movie. If it's due to the plot and character design, it's fine. magazines, including being photographed by paparazzi several times... He never had a smile on his face.
There are many types of celebrities in the entertainment circle, and it's not that no one has ever fucked a 'high-cold' personality, but it's rare to be able to become cold like Jiang Qi from the beginning.
There was also an enthusiastic discussion about this newly discovered melon eater, but the words were not very nice—
[= =: I think his facial nerves are a little out of order in the aspect of 'laughing', right? ]
[= =: Jiang Qi can be on the hot search even if he smiles or not? Does he live on Hot Search? Can the one-year marketing fee buy a building on the second ring road of Beijing? Tsk tsk, it's better to quickly explain whether you have molested a girl in the messy time of marketing! ]
[= =: Is there any meaning for people who laugh or not? Wouldn't it be a slap in the face if I laughed someday? ]
[= =: I found that some people are so malicious that it’s okay to laugh? Is Jiang Qi the original sin? ]
[= =: If he went to prison for attempting to qj, wouldn’t that be the original sin? ]
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There was an uproar and arguing, and when Zhiqi saw this trending search, he recalled the appearance of Jiang Qi he saw on the Internet, he really never smiled.
But of course she knew he could laugh, and mostly at her.
Zhiqi has long learned not to look at the malicious speculation about Jiang Qi on the Internet, and turned off the phone after scanning casually for a while.
She was also not worried about the impact these comments would have on Jiang Qi—the hilarious words across the internet were the most worthless, but Jiang Qi had spent his childhood surrounded by real cynicism from the people around him.
He already had an indestructible heart.
And she should be the same, as for why Jiang Qi didn't respond to those rumors on the Internet, she didn't have to care.
After all, those places where the sun doesn't shine are full of gutter bugs.
They are only willing to believe what they want to believe.
12.14, Lin Lan Longchen Entertainment's studio.
At nine o'clock in the morning, there will be a fan meeting for the crew of "Watching the Sky".
Zhiqi followed the guidance of the girl who sold her tickets before, and came to line up an hour early... In the end, she saw a group of densely packed heads.
Didn't it mean that the meeting will be in the studio, and only 2,000 people can enter? Why are there so many people now? Zhiqi lowered her head in panic and looked at the tickets in her hand.
In the end, when she was queuing up for the security check, she realized that a lot of people in that group were fans who couldn't get a ticket and stayed outside.
Zhiqi: "..."
Following Daliu into the studio, Zhiqi followed the number plate to find her seat and sat down.
The tickets she bought second-hand were not considered a good position, the middle row was left and right, but fortunately, the entire studio was just a small fan meeting, and there were not many people, so this position could clearly see the stage.
After taking his seat, Zhiqi took out the binoculars he had prepared.
The girl sitting next to her blinked her eyes when she saw it, and asked in surprise, "Is it so professional?"
Zhiqi smiled a little embarrassedly.
Her specialty is special, and she needs to observe animals with a telescope on weekdays. This has been bought a long time ago-it just comes in handy at this moment.
The girl next to her was very enthusiastic. Taking advantage of the fact that the main creator hadn't arrived yet, she chatted up to her lively: "Who are you after? Jiang Qi?"
Zhiqi nodded.
"Ah, me too." The girl held her face in both hands, star-eyed nympho: "He is so handsome, I managed to get this ticket, and I asked more than forty people in the class to grab it with me! I'll treat them to milk tea in the middle of the night!"
…
Zhiqi understood why she couldn't get a ticket.
It seems that her "intent" is really far inferior to the girl in front of her.
As he spoke, the studio lights dimmed.
"Ah!" The girl yelled immediately, rubbing her hands and said very skillfully: "This is the main creator coming up from behind soon, and there is lighting on stage."
Hearing this, Zhi Qi immediately lifted up the binoculars hanging around her neck and stared intently at the stage.
She saw a lot of staff working on both sides of the stage. After dawdling back and forth for about five minutes, the main creative team came up from the side steps in the binoculars.
Although they were far away, still separated by a layer of binoculars, Zhi Qi still caught Jiang Qi's thin figure at a glance.
Jiang Qi was 183 when he was a freshman in high school, and it is still the same now. His shadow Zhiqi has been remembered for many years, as if it is firmly engraved in his heart. At this moment, seeing the "real person" after a long time, his heart seems to be crushed for a moment. It was difficult to breathe as if it was pulled up, and the eye sockets were a little sore.
Among the hundreds of people, no one could notice the slight trembling of Zhi Qi's forearm holding the binoculars.
The girl next to him kept screaming in the noisy environment: "Ah, Jiang Qi is so handsome! He is indeed the man I fancy!"
Zhiqi also didn't care about the overwhelming shouts from the people around when they saw the main creator coming up, she just focused on Jiang Qi alone.
Seeing Jiang Qi sitting at the end of a row on the table, his expression was still so stubborn and cold, Zhi Qi was very familiar with it, even after he sat down, his fingers would habitually tap on the eaves of the table Little things haven't changed.
In four years, many things may be changed, but there are also many things that are indelible and indelible.
Zhiqi's palms were unknowingly wet with a thin layer of sweat.
At this time, Jiang Qi suddenly looked up at the auditorium.
The moment she clearly saw those light-colored pupils, the girl's hand trembled slightly, probably because of her own imagination... Zhi Qi had the illusion that he and him were looking at each other across a sea of thousands of people.