Qi Cong returned to his senses, and his first reaction was to turn his head to look around, then took out the hat that was originally prepared for Shen Jia from his backpack, raised his hand and put it on Gu Xun's head, frowning: "There are many people in the open-air parking lot. Miscellaneous, how do you even--um."
Gu Xun fed the ice cream into Qi Cong's mouth, glanced up at the brim of his hat, his smile widened, and bent slightly to look at Qi Cong: "Thank you Cong Cong." After saying this, he raised his eyes to Zhao Zhenxun and signaled no. A black car in the distance, "Can I borrow your little employee for a while? Just five minutes."
The morning sun shines thinly on Gu Xun, who is wearing a clean white t and light-colored jeans, illuminating his smiling eyebrows, cold white skin, three-dimensional facial features, sculptural perfect cheek contours, and a tall and strong figure. The adult male's sultry hormones are unbridled.
"... Hiss." I don't know who took a deep breath.
Everyone finally recovered.
Shen Jia looked back and forth at the poses of Gu Xun and Qi Cong that were clearly beyond the boundaries of ordinary friends, with a dumbfounded look on their faces, unable to speak. The other assistants also looked stupid as they were fed the shock fruit, their eyes quickly back and forth between Gu Xun and Qi Cong, gossiping with their eyes.
Only Zhao Zhenxun was rational in the audience. He was sure that there should be no paparazzi squatting around. He glanced at Gu Xun's car parked not far away, then looked at Qi Cong, frowned, and asked, "Do you want to be borrowed by Gu Xun?"
Everyone's eyes fell on Qi Cong again.
Gu Xun also lowered his eyes and looked at Qi Cong, who had recovered and spit out the ice cream scoop, and shook the ice cream box with a smile: "Follow me, there is ice cream to eat."
Qi Cong's whole person was stiff. He didn't understand why Gu Xun appeared here and acted like this. He took a deep breath and was agitated by Gu Xun's outrageous actions, he tried his best to remain calm and calm, and looked back at Zhao Zhenxun: "Mr. Zhao, can I leave for five minutes?"
Gu Xun smiled happily.
Qi Cong clenched his fists, not daring to look at other people's expressions, and added, "Mr. Gu prefers to joke."
Everyone: "..." Love to open a fart! Gu Xun's nickname "the young master who lives on the iceberg" is not for nothing.
Zhao Zhenxun couldn't stand it any longer, and said to Gu Xun, "Return my employees on time." After speaking, he looked at Qi Cong, opened his mouth, but didn't say anything, he just waved his hand sideways, indicating to Qi Cong Go and come back.
Qi Cong said thank you, returned the makeup box to Yuanyuan, handed the accessories box to another boy Xiao Han in the assistant, and finally looked at Shen Jia.
Shen Jia's face was concealed and abandoned with disbelief and confusion, and a little aggrieved. With a sullen face, she looked at Gu Xun, and then at Qi Cong: "You... you..."
"I'll explain to you when I come back." Qi Cong patted Shen Jia soothingly, then turned to Gu Xun and said, "Let's go." After speaking, he walked towards Gu Xun's car.
Gu Xun turned his head to look at Shen Jia, stopped at the place where Shen Jia was photographed, and followed Qi Cong.
After approaching Gu Xun's car, Qi Cong realized that there was an assistant standing beside Gu Xun's car. Seeing him coming, the assistant immediately walked to the car door, bent over to help him open the car door, and made a gesture of please to him.
Qi Cong: "...Thank you." He looked back at Gu Xun, then bent over and got into the car.
Gu Xun also got into the car. The door was closed, Qi Cong didn't wait for Gu Xun to speak, and said first: "My family is bankrupt."
Gu Xun stopped when he turned to face Qi Cong.
"I really need the job of Assistant Shen Jia." Qi Cong felt a little embarrassed, but some things had to be made clearer. He turned his head to look at Gu Xun, and said seriously, "Gu Xun, I don't understand why you are here, and I don't understand you just now... However, Jiajia gave me a job out of kindness, who had no social experience at all. , I can't just rely on being friends with him, and always deal with personal affairs and interfere with his work during working hours, that's not right."
Gu Xun slowly put the ice cream scoop into the box, with a smile on his face, and asked, "Your family went bankrupt? When did it happen?"
Qi Cong turned his head and replied, "At the beginning of the year."
At the beginning of the year, "Tianwen" went abroad in a critical period of major international film exhibitions.
Gu Xun didn't speak, the brim of the peaked cap cast a shadow on his eyebrows, making his eyes darker.
Gu Xun, who was silent and expressionless, immediately revealed the strong sense of oppression radiating from his bones, and the low air pressure spread out like ice, quickly covering the small space in the car.
This damn strangeness everywhere.
Qi Cong continued: "Gu Xun, you and Jiajia are both public figures. I am Jiajia's assistant. If you come to me without any scruples, you may bring Jiajia—"
"You mean, you want to keep your distance from me because of Shen Jia?"
Qi Cong shut up, looked at his fingers for two seconds, then turned his head to meet Gu Xun's gaze again: "I'm not for Shen Jia, it's for myself. I'm afraid Zhao Zhenxun will bring bad things to Jiajia because of me. I was fired because of the impact. My memory is still in the third year of my junior year. I didn’t finish my professional knowledge, and I had no social experience at all. It was difficult to quickly find a guaranteed job. Also… I am very short of money. Gu Xun, I really need this job."
Gu Xun's teeth clenched tightly without a trace. He turned his head and lowered his hand holding the ice cream, leaning back into the seat back: "I've affected your life."
Qi Cong also retracted his gaze: "Not yet."
The car fell silent.
After a while, Gu Xun moved. He stretched out his hand and put the ice cream on the armrest between the front seats, sat sideways facing Qi Cong, slightly pressed his shoulders and back, put his arms on his knees, crossed his hands, and after making a low "um" to attract Qi Cong's eyes, he turned slightly towards Qi Cong. Xian Xian smiled apologetically: "Sorry, I didn't think about it carefully. If this ice cream melts, I won't give it to you. I'll treat you to something better next time."
The invisible low pressure in the car quickly dissipated as Gu Xun's expression relaxed and his tone slowed down. Qi Cong shook his head: "No need to apologize... I know you didn't mean it... Thank you for the ice cream."
Gu Xun looked at Qi Cong, paused for two seconds, then leaned back a little bit, and said more slowly: "Qi Cong, I'm going to the airport soon. The promotion of "Tianwen" and the filming of "Above the Dynasty", I will be very busy for the next time. I came to you so rashly today, I want to have a word with you before I am too busy to leave."
Being able to communicate is a good thing, Qi Cong slowed down and asked, "What?"
"I only told you yesterday that I regret lying to you in the past, and I didn't have time to thank you. You didn't completely ignore or even hate me because of my past deception. I'm very grateful."
"...No need." Qi Cong retracted his gaze, "No need." As for what it doesn't need, I don't know.
He actually didn't know if he hated Gu Xun because of Gu Xun's deception.
Speaking of hate, it doesn't seem to be. He can feel that Gu Xun's deception is not malicious, and he is very grateful to Gu Xun for helping him out in the case of Shui Wuhen, and when he lost his memory, he probably hurt Gu Xun, I owe Gu Xun something.
He didn't hate him, but he couldn't naturally and calmly contact Gu Xun, who was a complete stranger. When facing Gu Xun, his emotions were chaotic, he didn't hate... and it was difficult to love.
"I also want to ask, can we... be friends again?"
Qi Cong was stunned for a moment and moved. Just as he was about to answer, Gu Xun continued, "I want to meet you again in real life, okay? Give us a chance to start from scratch."
From scratch, a word too tempting.
Can those hazy emotions that started from deception really start from scratch
Maybe Gu Xun's expression was too similar to the past when he spoke, maybe he wanted to get rid of chaos, maybe... Maybe he just wanted to know what the real Gu Xun looked like, and wanted to know the real reason for his deception. After a few seconds of silence, Qi Cong nodded.
Five minutes later, Qi Cong got out of the car.
Before leaving, Qi Cong bent over and rushed to Gu Xun in the car and said, "I saw the Weibo you forwarded, you... Can you stop mentioning me in public in the future?"
Gu Xun paused indifferently, then nodded with a smile: "Of course, I will wait until we become real... friends again, and then introduce our relationship to everyone."
Qi Cong breathed a sigh of relief, said thank you, and turned to leave.
After Qi Cong left, the mixed-race assistant brother immediately returned to the car. He started the car while fastening his seat belt, and said anxiously, "Brother Gu, I'm going to miss the plane."
"too skinny."
The assistant looked at Gu Xun through the rearview mirror in confusion: "What's so thin?"
"He." Gu Xun raised his hand and touched the car window, tracing the outline of Qi Cong walking away on the glass, "Why didn't I find out before, he is so thin. What is the average salary of an artist assistant now?"
The assistant couldn't keep up with Gu Xun's thoughts, so he turned the steering wheel and replied, "There are between 3,000 and over 10,000, depending on the type of assistant. Better bosses will give out a big red envelope at the end of the year. Brother Gu. , not all bosses are as generous as you."
From 3,000 to 10,000 yuan, Qi Cong's pocket money for a month was more than this amount when he was in school.
Gu Xun's nails scratched an unpleasant sound on the car window.
Qi Cong's figure turned around the flower bed and disappeared, he withdrew his gaze and no longer deliberately restrained, the slightly domineering pressure on his body leaked out again, and his tone was slightly anxious: "Even if the family goes bankrupt, he used to be a medium-sized family. The company's executives shouldn't be short of money now, something must have happened that I don't know about, and someone must be bullying... That's right."
He took out his mobile phone, opened a statement Weibo that was forwarded and insulted on Weibo trumpet, and his voice was low: "There is indeed a rubbish bullying him, right in front of my eyes."
…
After Qi Cong entered the studio, he found Zhao Zhenxun and took the initiative to ensure that there would not be such a case of leaving the post during working hours because of personal matters.
Zhao Zhenxun looked at Qi Cong for two seconds, then nodded: "You just understand."
After chatting with Zhao Zhenxun, Qi Cong found Shen Jia again and said that he would talk to Shen Jia about Gu Xun in detail at night. Shen Jiazheng was being pressed by Yuanyuan to trim his eyebrows, so he couldn't express his objection when he heard the words, he could only agree with one voice.
The shooting of the promotional photos was in a hurry. I had to shoot several sets of clothes a day, and everyone was very busy. Qi Cong was not very familiar with the assistant's work, so he could only wink a little, and when he saw that other assistants were overwhelmed, he took the initiative to help, and gradually he started to do it.
After seven o'clock in the evening, the shooting finally ended completely. Everyone was very tired. After getting in the car, they all collapsed and no one spoke.
Qi Cong glanced at Shen Jia, who immediately fell asleep on the back of the chair after getting into the car, took out a spare jacket and put it on his stomach, then took out his mobile phone, and opened the WeChat account where several unread messages were piled up.
Most of the news was sent by Qi Yin, and a few were... Qi Cong looked at Gu Xun's cat head portrait, moved his finger, and clicked on Qi Yin's WeChat first.
Mom: I found the hard drive and notes. I checked it. The hard drive is fine, and there is nothing missing from the notes. It has been sent to you, and it should be there tomorrow.
Mom: Mum, are you going to pick up your studies again
Mom: That's not bad. Didn't you want to take the postgraduate entrance exam? I think you have lost a few years, but if you study hard, you will definitely be admitted to the school you want to go to.
Mom: In short, no matter what you want to do, Mom supports you.
Mom: Are you busy
Mom: Baby, give me a message when you're done.
Qi Cong touched the word "baby" on the screen, smiled lightly, sent back a few messages to Qi Yin, then exited the chat box that looked at and Gu Xun, and clicked it open.
Gu Xun: I got on the plane.
Gu Xun: I got off the plane.
Gu Xun: Just take care of me.
The distance from the Internet and Gu Xun's familiar face and tone blurred the sense of strangeness. Qi Cong was in a trance for a moment, and the honest and shy Gu Xun three years ago flashed in his mind.
But he quickly regained his senses, recalled the strange Gu Xun today and the "start from scratch" conversation in the car today, clicked on the input box, found the icon of ice cream in the system emoji, and sent it.