"Jiang Zhaoyan!" Before Qi Cong could speak, Shen Jia exploded first. He turned the peaked cap on his head and rushed towards Jiang Zhaoyan, "How dare you come, I—"
"Jiajia!" Qi Cong hurriedly reached out to stop him.
Shen Jia was unwilling to stop and looked at Qi Cong sideways: "Brother!"
Seeing this, Jiang Zhaoyan relaxed his tense body and frowned at Qi Cong: "You went with this person again, didn't you say you didn't contact him?"
Shen Jia heard the words and was about to rush forward again, his chest heaving up and down, obviously furious.
This time, Qi Cong directly stood in front of Shen Jia. Shen Jia was so anxious that his brain became hot, and he shouted: "Brother Cong! Wake up, stop protecting him, he is not worth it!"
"I know." Qi Cong raised his hand to help Shen Jia turn his hat back, "There is surveillance here, you are a public figure, you can't do it, I will come."
Shen Jia suddenly became quiet.
Jiang Zhaoyan stood far away, didn't hear their conversation, strode here with a face full of impatience, and when he got close, he stretched out his hand to grab Qi Cong's arm: "What are you doing hugging and hugging. Qi Cong, come here, Tell me clearly, what was your previous phone call-"
Qi Cong turned around following Jiang Zhaoyan's movements, looked into Jiang Zhaoyan's eyes, punched Jiang Zhaoyan's abdomen, and confiscated a little of his strength.
Jiang Zhaoyan groaned, his eyes widened, his back covered his abdomen, and he stepped back, looking at Qi Cong in disbelief: "You..."
"Finished?" Qi Cong took the tissue from Shen Jia's hand and wiped the arm held by Jiang Zhaoyan, "The door lock code of my own apartment, if I want to change it, I can change it. It's your turn to question?"
Jiang Zhaoyan looked at Qi Cong with a ghostly expression, and his tone became unsteady in pain: "You... have you fallen for evil!"
"Yes, I've fallen for evil." Qi Cong stepped forward and grabbed Jiang Zhaoyan's tie, pulled him over, fingers up, and tightened his already loose bow tie a little, his voice was low and cold, "As long as a Thinking that the reason why my parents lived in that dilapidated house on a hot day is because I blindly fell in love with you, I wish I could kill myself... and you."
Jiang Zhaoyan had never seen such a cold and sharp Qi Cong, he forgot to react for a while, and just stared blankly at Qi Cong.
Qi Cong looked at him, clearly having the most gentle and harmless eyebrows in the world, but a storm that was the opposite of gentleness was brewing in his eyes.
"Jiang Zhaoyan." Qi Cong further tightened his fingers, his voice was low, with a bit of sand, mixed with a tone without ups and downs, which was dangerously sexy, "If you want to get out, get out, don't be disobedient, I don't have time now. Packing you up and appearing in front of me again will be more than just a punch." After speaking, he loosened Jiang Zhaoyan's tie, pushed him hard against the wall, and walked past him towards the apartment.
Shen Jia hurriedly followed Qi Cong, and raised his fist threateningly when passing by Jiang Zhaoyan: "Did you hear? Stay away from Brother Cong." After speaking, he excitedly called out to Qi Cong, and followed Qi Cong away.
The sound of talking, the sound of opening the door, the sound of closing the door, the corridor was completely quiet.
Jiang Zhaoyan finally regained his senses, and realized that he had been holding his breath all the time, and his heart was even slightly aching because of the lack of oxygen. He took a deep breath, pulled off the tie that tightened his throat, and turned his head to look in the direction of Qi Cong's apartment.
Was that just now... Qi Cong
…
The check-out process went smoothly. After sending the landlord away, Qi Cong and Shen Jia began to pack their luggage.
The last time he came and went in a hurry, Qi Cong didn't have time to take a closer look at the things in the apartment. After taking a closer look this time, the sense of disobedience in his heart suddenly became stronger.
Qi's family is a typical southern family. The food tastes of the whole family are light, like sweet, but afraid of spicy. But Qi Cong packed all kinds of hot sauce from the kitchen of the apartment, and there was even an unfinished spicy scallion noodles in the refrigerator.
Qi Cong usually likes to use bath products with a clearer texture.
Qi Cong didn't like to wear flip-flops, and felt uncomfortable wearing her toes, but there were several pairs of human body slippers in the apartment, and one of them was probably worn for too long and the soles were broken.
There are also many living habits revealed through items, such as the way the pillows are placed, the choice of the soft and hard bristles of the toothbrush, the texture of the bath towel, etc., all of which are different from Qi Cong's preferences.
So weird, so weird.
Qi Cong stood in the center of the bedroom, looking at the clothes in the wardrobe that he thought were a little rustic, and felt uncomfortable breaking into someone else's house by mistake.
"Brother Cong, do you want to take the books on the shelf with you?"
Qi Cong returned to his senses, looked around the bedroom again, walked out to the bookshelf in the living room, looked at the piles of dark horror novels, frowned, and replied, "No, contact the apartment property and donate it."
After more than two hours of work, the two finally finished packing their things.
When going out, Shen Jia first opened the door and looked out. After confirming that Jiang Zhaoyan was no longer there, he opened the door completely and turned back and said to Qi Cong, "Brother Cong, let's go."
Qi Cong looked back at the apartment, which always had a strong sense of unfamiliarity to him, and with a low response, lifted the large suitcase beside his feet.
After entering the elevator, Qi Cong looked at the poster on the wall again, but unfortunately he didn't know who was so incompetent, but he actually took away the part of the poster with the person printed on it.
Shen Jia followed and looked at it and asked, "Brother Cong, are you interested in this movie? Let's watch it together when it is released. This movie has just won an award abroad, and the quality is very high. By the way, there is something Coincidentally, the protagonist of this movie happens to have the same name as the person you asked me to inquire about, Brother Cong. If I hadn’t known that the protagonist of this movie was a second-generation rich man who grew up abroad, I almost thought you asked me to inquire. It's him."
Qi Cong suddenly turned to look at Shen Jia: "same name? The man on the poster is called Gu Xun?"
Shen Jia was startled by Qi Cong's reaction, and shrank his head back: "Yes, what's wrong with you, Brother Cong?"
Qi Cong's palms were sweating a little, she managed to restrain her composure, and asked, "The star of this movie grew up abroad? Are you sure?"
"I'm sure, Gu Yingdi's grandmother is from Xiguo. He grew up with his grandmother in Xiguo. At that time, when Gu Yingdi became popular, all these were picked up by the media."
Grandma is a Westerner, isn't that a mixed race
Qi Cong's fast-beating heart slowly calmed down, then sank.
no.
This person is not the poor country boy Gu Xun he knew.
Also, how could it be, Gu Xun that stupid guy can't even hide his emotions, he can't speak when he's nervous, how can he act.
He looked at the poster on the elevator again.
That chin arc... It may be that many good-looking people have similarities.
The two returned to the community. After Shen Jia parked the car and entered the elevator with Qi Cong, he suddenly jumped out before the elevator was about to close, and waved to Qi Cong outside: "Talk to uncle and aunt tonight, I I'll pick you up tomorrow morning and have a good night's sleep!"
Qi Cong was stunned, and before he could react, the elevator door closed.
The elevator started going up.
Qi Cong returned to her senses, shook her head amusedly, her mood slightly improved because of the poster.
Lin Hui and Qi Yin didn't sleep at home, waiting in the living room. Qi Cong did not talk to his parents like Shen Jia said, but urged Lin Hui and Qi Yin to rest as soon as they entered the door.
Lin Hui was not happy: "It's still early."
"It's getting late." Qi Cong deliberately raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, "I'm too sleepy."
Lin Hui really stopped talking, and instead urged Qi Cong to rest early.
After getting his parents, Qi Cong simply took a shower, put on the new pajamas that Qi Yin bought for him, and slept on the bed of his new home.
It was late at night and her body was very tired, but Qi Cong was reluctant to sleep. Since waking up in the hospital, he has been chased by various information and events, and until now, he finally has a little free time to be alone.
He went through the events of the past few days in his mind, then turned over and picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table.
He moved his fingers, entered a string of numbers that he knew by heart, and dialed.
"Sorry, the number you dialed is empty."
Qi Cong hung up the phone. After a few seconds, he moved his finger slowly, clicked on WeChat, ignored the large amount of information, switched to the account interface, chose to switch accounts, entered the WeChat account and password he used three years ago, and clicked login.
A line of red text prompts appears: The account you have logged in does not exist.
Shen Jia once told him that after he had a high fever and amnesia three years ago, because he felt troublesome and unaccustomed, he cancelled all the old social accounts and applied for a new set.
Although I know, but... Qi Cong put the phone back on the bedside table, pulled up the thin blanket to cover her face, and restrained her force and beat the mattress.
Why do you want to cancel it, even if it is abandoned? After logging out, where should he go to find someone who has disappeared for three years.
…
The next day, before going to work, Lin Hui pulled Qi Cong's gong, round gum, and lazily tore the coriander barium twist.
Qi Yin closed the door and said to Qi Cong, "Come with me."
Qi Cong happened to have something to say to Qi Yin, and obediently followed Qi Yin into the master bedroom.
"This is for you." Qi Yin took out a bank card from the bedside table and put it in Qi Cong's hand, "The password is your birthday. The money is not much, only 20,000, but it should be enough for you to transition."
20,000, this may be all the money in the hands of the parents.
Qi Cong's Adam's apple twitched, stretched out his hand and pushed the card back, then took out a card from his pocket and put it in Qi Yin's hand: "Mom, there are 40,000 in it, you and Dad will live with it. This house I paid the rent for a year, and after a year, I will definitely change it for you."
Qi Yin was stunned, then slowly clenched Qi Gong's hand over the card.
"Monggong... Have you really paid off the money you owe?"
Qi Cong was already prepared, and naturally replied: "It's paid off. Jiajia helped me part of it, and I raised part of it myself, and it's all paid off."
The mother and son looked at each other, and finally Qi Yin gave up first. She lowered her head and rubbed Qi Cong's thin fingers, and squeezed out a smile: "Mom believes you... I'll take the money, don't worry about your home, just go in."
Qi Cong felt relieved, reached out and hugged Qi Yin: "Mom, I will work hard to make money."
It didn't take long for Shen Jia to drive from the hotel where he was staying and pick Qi Cong back to Beishi.
All the luggage was put into the trunk, and Shen Jia and Qi Cong got on the bus one after the other. Qi Yin stood beside the co-pilot, bent over and told Shen Jia to drive carefully, then looked at Qi Cong.
"Eat more."
"good."
Qi Yin reached out and touched Qi Cong's face, then stepped back. Qi Cong waved at Qi Yin and went up to the car window.
Shen Jia glanced at Qi Cong, but didn't move.
Qi Cong fastened his seat belt with a calm expression: "Let's drive."
The car started slowly, and Qi Yin's figure in the rearview mirror gradually became smaller, and then disappeared completely.
Qi Cong retracted his gaze, looked at Shen Jia and said, "Jia Jia, I want to visit two more places before leaving."
More than ten minutes later, Qi Cong appeared at the place where Lin Hui worked. He changed his clothes and wore Shen Jia's hat, mixed with the parents who sent their children over, and looked through the window at Lin Hui, who was holding a booklet and talking to a teacher in the classroom.
"Is that the new assistant teacher?"
"It seems like, how come you are still an assistant teacher at such an old age, isn't your diploma enough?"
"Assistant teacher has to help manage several classes, it's very hard, usually young people do it, can this new teacher handle it?"
Some parents were talking, Qi Cong pressed the hat on his head and turned to leave.
After returning to the car, Qi Cong took off his hat, turned his head to Shen Jia and said, "Go to Wenhua District."
Shen Jia started the car, hesitated, and asked tentatively, "Brother Cong, do you want to find that Gu Xun?"
"I'm not looking." Qi Cong put the hat on his lap, "I just want to see." But he didn't know what he wanted to see. He only knew that after going to Beishi this time, he would probably have a long period of time, and he would not have the energy to take care of these little things of love.
Half an hour later, the car stopped opposite a fried chicken restaurant on Xinhuaibei Road, Wenhua District.
Qi Cong looked at the store and didn't get out of the car.
Shen Jia inexplicably felt that Qi Cong, who was so quiet and silent, was particularly vulnerable, and asked carefully, "Brother Cong, do you want to go down and have a look?"
"Here... used to be a coffee shop." Qi Cong looked back and smiled at Shen Jia, "I often come here to drink coffee after I go to college... Let's go, it takes several hours to drive back to Beishi, if we don't leave sooner, we might It will be blocked on the way into Beishi by the evening rush hour.”
"Brother Gong..."
"Come on, I can't wait to see you on stage."
The orange sports car started and slowly drove away from the lively Xin Huaibei Road.
Next to the fried chicken shop, a slender figure walked out of a small coffee shop that was mostly blocked by garbage trucks holding a cup of coffee. He was wearing a hat, sunglasses, and a low-key dress, sliding his phone as he walked to a black car on the street.
Suddenly, he stopped and clicked on a photo.
It was an apparently candid photo. In the center of the photo was a man in an irregularly cut black t and a peaked cap leaning on an orange sports car, and was sitting next to a thin man with hair on the back of his neck, wearing a White t, only the person with the blurred side face speaks.
On the photo are some sensational big characters - "Shen Jia's love affair is exposed, and it's super sweet to dress up with his girlfriend as a couple!"
After a while, he moved, locked his phone, strode into the car, and shut the door with an unpleasant whisper.
"Girlfriend? Blind paparazzi."