specialty.
During the entire physical examination, Qi Cong kept thinking about this question.
Qi Yin attaches great importance to cultivating children's interests and hobbies. Qi Cong has learned a lot of things, such as calligraphy, piano, drum set, roller skating, taekwondo, sports dance, painting, origami, paper-cutting, pottery, basketball, football, table tennis... This He just tasted most of the things in it, and when he found that he didn't like it, he put it on hold.
Qi Yin is very open-minded in this regard, never forcing Qi Cong to learn anything. His "half-heartedness" can be said to be connivance. He only asks him to "make a choice after trying, make a choice carefully, and never regret it. If you choose, you have to stick to it.”
Qi Cong followed this requirement. Among the many things he had come into contact with, he finally chose calligraphy, piano, and taekwondo and persisted.
At that time, Qi Yin seriously asked him why he chose these options, and he answered seriously: calligraphy is because he likes it, piano is because he wants to play it for his mother after he learns it, and taekwondo is for exercise and good protection in the future. mother.
But it seems that in the past three years, these three hobbies that he has insisted on for many years have also been abandoned.
Qi Cong gathered his thoughts, moved his shoulders, and found that his muscles were very stiff, obviously he had neglected to exercise for a long time. He moved his fingers again, and then clearly felt a hint of reluctance when he opened them.
Such hands may not be able to press the keys consistently and accurately.
He picked up an inspection result sheet on the ground that he didn't know who was littering, and skillfully folded it into a thousand paper cranes while continuing to think.
Gotta pick up the piano as soon as possible.
But only relying on this amateur level piano should not be able to impress Zhao Zhenxun. Nowadays, there are too many children who are good at learning more and are more skilled. People like him who only practice in his spare time, and who have not played the piano for a long time because of his obsession with his major after going to college, are in front of those hard-working trainees. , can be said to be uncompetitive.
Thinking of the major in university, Qi Cong's origami's hand paused, and then quickly returned to normal.
He took Qianzhihe apart and started folding the bench.
The draft is mainly about singing and dancing. For the dancing part, he only learned sports dance for a while in junior high school. As for singing, he has grown up so much. Apart from participating in chorus and piano solfeggio lessons in music classes, he has hardly ever opened his voice outside, so he doesn't know how good his singing skills are and whether he can sing in his ears.
To sum it up: If he's really lucky enough to be sent to the draft, he'll probably be picked in the first round.
When the bench was formed, Qi Cong stopped and looked down at it, then slowly took it apart and started stacking roses.
You have to make second-hand preparations in advance that you cannot participate in the draft and fail to debut in the draft.
He once again thought of his major in college - drama, film and television literature. In other words, a screenwriter.
Screenwriting, a career that is also related to the entertainment industry, but is easily overlooked, difficult to get ahead, and requires connections and qualifications.
When choosing a major at that time, Qi Cong was a rich second-generation, a winner in life who had the support and encouragement of his parents, without considering practical problems, and could choose a career based on his hobbies. At that time, Qi Cong liked watching movies and reading books, and felt that the process of incubating a story was wonderful, so among many literature-related majors, he chose screenwriting, which is not pure research, can enter the society to make money, and is full of creativity and creativity. Infinite possibilities, it seems to be a profession that is both close to the dream and takes into account the reality.
At that time, Qi Cong also considered the possibility of the Qi family's decline. At that time, he felt that even if the Qi family fell, he should be able to rely on his major to make his parents live well. After he really learned the major of screenwriting, he quickly discovered his naivety.
The major of screenwriting is not for you to learn, you will definitely be able to find related jobs in the future, and you will be able to freely create the stories you want to create. This is a very restrictive profession, full of traps, very consuming enthusiasm and energy, and it is difficult to make life and income stable in a short period of time.
If I had known today, he should have...
"Qi Cong! Who is Qi Cong? Come and get the result."
Qi Cong regained his senses, but he couldn't control the strength in his hands, and he tore apart a small part of the paper rose that had already been formed. He answered a nurse's call first, then looked down at the palm of his hand.
Because it has been folded twice before, the paper rose is full of creases, and with a broken piece, it looks very old and dirty, and it doesn't look good at all.
A bit like Qi Cong's life today.
Qi Cong paused, lightly touched the tip of the rose petal, put it in her backpack, got up and walked towards the doctor's office.
…
After the medical examination, Qi Cong took the subway home. The unchanging environment in the carriage reminded him of the conversation between the two girls and the blurred photo.
Surprisingly, he took out his mobile phone, opened the browser, and typed in the words Gu Xun.
There is never a shortage of people chatting in the subway, and a word came from somewhere and got into Qi Cong's ear.
""Chivalrous Bone" is so beautiful! Shui Wuhenda is a fairy screenwriter!"
The words that were too familiar made Qi Cong's fingers about to press the search stop momentarily. He turned around and looked at the place where the voice came from, but only saw the black backs of his heads.
He frowned.
No trace of water? "Bone"? Is it the Shui Wuhen he knew, the "Chivalrous Bone" he knew
But "Chivalrous Bone" is not... He frowned fiercely. Just as he was about to find out where the sound came from, the phone suddenly vibrated. He lowered his head, saw that it was Zhao Zhenxun's call, and quickly connected.
"Where are you Qi Cong?"
"On the way back to the Shang County era."
"That's right. When you get home, go to Jiajia's bedroom closet, take out the suit with the yellow label, and deliver it to Vienna Hotel, Wutong Road, Guangming District, as soon as possible! Don't take a taxi when you come, take the subway, the taxi may be blocked. ."
Zhao Zhenxun's tone was very urgent, and Qi Cong quickly replied: "Okay."
"Then hurry up."
After hanging up, Qi Cong quickly threw away the things he was thinking about and concerned about before, closed the open browser, locked his mobile phone, looked up at the site prompt, squeezed through the crowd and strode towards the subway exit.
…
Hurry up and hurry, Qi Cong finally arrived at the place Zhao Zhenxun said after an hour. He went up to the eighth floor of the hotel according to the prompt given by Zhao Zhenxun and knocked on the door of 807.
Zhao Zhenxun in the door grabbed the clothes from Qi Cong's arms, turned and stuffed them into a young girl with purple hair, and ordered, "Go and iron it. Xiao Han! Let Shen Jia wash quickly, the clothes have arrived. Yuanyuan , Shen Jia's hair is easy to do, don't make up, just adjust the skin tone to make him look better."
Zhao Zhenxun walked inside while talking, Qi Cong rushed to press the door of the house before the door closed automatically, stepped in, and brought the door thoughtfully.
There were about five or six people crowded in the room, and everyone seemed to be very busy. There were a lot of things piled up on the bed, which looked a little messy.
With a sudden bang, the bathroom door popped open, and Shen Jia, whose hair was dripping and wearing only a bathrobe, rushed out of the bathroom at the urging of a tall and thin boy, and when he saw Qi Cong, he didn't forget to greet and explain: "Brother Cong, It's hard for you to bring the clothes here, I just had a temporary trip and I'm short of manpower, so I can only trouble you, by the way, there are drinks on the table, you can drink if you are thirsty."
Qi Cong stepped back to avoid a short-haired girl holding an ironing machine, stood in a corner where no one was blocking her, and nodded in response.
"You still have time to care about this, sit down! Yuanyuan, blow his hair." Zhao Zhenxun pressed Shen Jia to the table, turned Shen Jia towards the mirror on the table, and asked Qi Cong's face to face the mirror on the table. "When you enter the venue for a while, don't be stupid and stay by yourself. When you see screenwriters, producers, and directors you know, go up and say hello, whether you know them well or not, just say hello, talk as much as you can, and strive for others. Make a good impression."
Shen Jia raised her head and let Yuanyuan blow her hair, obediently answering.
Zhao Zhenxun still looked worried: "In short, pay more attention to yourself. There are many directors and producers coming to this exchange meeting. This is your opportunity, and you have to seize it."
Shen Jia murmured secretly: "I still don't understand why this kind of exchange meeting to discuss the development of the film and television industry would give me an invitation, or this kind of temporary invitation. Shouldn't this kind of occasion be the home of those producers and directors? I sing alone. I can't understand what industry plans they are talking about."
Zhao Zhenxun obviously doesn't know much either, but that's not the point now. When the opportunity comes, it must be seized. He frowned and patted Shen Jia on the shoulder: "If you don't understand something, you have to listen to it. You should treat yourself as a representative of Mr. Shen to listen to the industry trends."
Shen Jia finally became honest.
Half an hour later, Shen Jia, dressed in new clothes, walked out of the bathroom. He wears a light blue-gray casual light suit with a pair of white sneakers on his feet. His short hair is simple and loose. With handsome facial features and a sunny temperament, he has a kind of greenness between a mature man and a young boy. handsome.
Zhao Zhenxun nodded: "Yes, as expected, this suit suits you. I'm going to be late, go downstairs."
Shen Jia didn't move, and put on a flattering expression: "Brother Zhao, can I bring an assistant in?"
The assistants who were arranging things in the room turned their heads and looked at Shen Jia. Qi Cong, who had been staying in the corner without disturbing everyone's work, also looked at Shen Jia.
How could Zhao Zhenxun not see Shen Jia's careful thoughts, glanced at Qi Cong in the corner, frowned, and replied, "It's okay to bring it, but it's not allowed to keep chatting with the assistant, if you want—"
"You have to take the initiative to greet the producers and directors you know, I understand, you can rest assured." Shen Jia interrupted Zhao Zhenxun happily, rushed to Qi Cong's side, and pushed Qi Cong out while saying to other assistants, " Next time I take you to another occasion, you all have a share."
The assistants were amused, and they all turned their eyes to Shen Jia, and another replied: "Farewell, I don't want to follow me on such a boring occasion, I'd rather sit here and play with my mobile phone and wait for you to come out."
Zhao Zhenxun urged again: "Okay, stop talking, the staff is still waiting."
Qi Cong was pushed out of the room by Shen Jia. He turned around and asked, "Are you going to bring me in?"
"Well, there will be a lot of big-name screenwriters in this exchange meeting. Didn't you learn this? I will introduce you to a screenwriter I know in a while. There are many connections and possibilities." Shen Jia lowered his voice and peeked at the following Zhao Zhenxun, "Shh, don't tell Brother Zhao, lest he nag again."
Qi Cong was stunned for a moment, and then his heart softened.
Shen Jia wrote down the words he used to reassure his parents. He patted Shen Jia's hand and replied in a low voice, "Okay."
The exchange meeting was held in the Peony Hall on the third floor of the Vienna Hotel. The three of them wondered whether too many media would be present at this kind of professional exchange meeting. As a result, when the elevator opened, the flashing lights turned on overwhelmingly.
Zhao Zhenxun responded quickly, turned around Shen Jia, lowered his voice and said to Qi Cong, "Protect Jia Jia into the venue, and hurry up."
Qi Cong returned to her senses, and hurriedly stepped out to block the media who were too close. She had already reacted by turning to protect her, and Shen Jia, who had a standard polite smile on her face, walked towards the venue.
During this period, Qi Cong frowned when he heard a reporter mutter "Why is it Shen Jia".
Why is this disappointed tone
The reporters didn't cling to it, and they dispersed after filming. The three of them successfully passed through the media siege and came to the entrance of the venue. Shen Jia and Qi Cong entered the venue with the pass cards given by their staff in advance, and Zhao Zhenxun stayed outside to deal with it.
The two walked in within two steps, when a huge commotion suddenly erupted behind them, and the shutter sounded one after another. The reporters who had been relatively silent when Shen Jia came over would all shout loudly.
Everyone was shouting, but no one's words could be heard clearly. In the noisy room, only one name was very clear.
"Gu Xun!"
"Gu Xun, you..."
"Mr. Gu Xun..."
Qi Cong stopped abruptly and looked back.
Shen Jia also showed an unexpected expression and looked back.
In the continuous flash of flash, a slender figure was guarded by the bodyguard assistant, walked through the group of enthusiastic reporters, and strode towards this side.
He has broad shoulders and long legs, and a light burgundy shirt sticks to his body while walking, which outlines a firm chest. His narrow waistline is bound by a black belt at the extension and wrapped in black slacks. Long legs, the strong lines of the thighs are looming when walking. His right hand hangs by his side, and a touch of red can be seen looming between his fingers while swinging, and his left hand is loosely hooked on the belt of the pass.
Probably because of the uncomfortable light from the flash, he lowered his head slightly, and the slightly curly black hair combed back fell down a few strands, covering his full forehead. Down, you can see the light shadows swept out by the thick fan-shaped eyelashes under the eyes, and under the narrow bridge of the nose, the thin lips are pursed straight, and there is a hint of the master's unhappiness.
Qi Cong looked at the visitor, his eyes widened a little bit, and the figure in a certain memory gradually became clear, overlapping with the visitor, and then being crushed by the visitor.
Probably aware of Qi Cong's gaze, the person whose eyes were half down suddenly raised his eyes.
The eyes of the two met in midair.
Exactly the same eyes, the same face, completely different temperament, earth-shattering expression and dress. Qi Cong clenched his palms sharply and pursed his lips tightly. It took a lot of force to restrain his gaffe.
Who is this guy? Why does he have the same face as the man in memory? Why is he also called Gu Xun? Why did he… look completely different from the person he remembered.
The man stopped when he saw Qi Cong, and then moved forward faster. The reporter was blocked from the venue, and the bodyguards and assistants were left behind by him. He stopped in front of Qi Cong, lowered his eyes and looked at Qi Cong, then smiled.
An indifferent smile.
"finally found you."
The same voice, a terribly unfamiliar tone.
Qi Cong looked straight at him, his eyes swept across his face inch by inch, and finally followed his half-opened shirt collar and settled under his right collarbone.
A black mole lay there quietly, exactly the same as in my memory.
Qi Cong's chest rose and fell quickly, and a little bit turned his eyes back to the man's face, looking into the other's eyes.
"I'm Gu Xun." The man's eyes had some dark emotions that Qi Cong didn't understand. He bent down slightly, held Qi Cong's hand hanging by his side, and opened Qi Cong's tightly clenched palm little by little, the ring on his hand left a hard touch on Qi Cong's hand, "You... Do you remember me? ?"
After he finished speaking, he stepped back and glanced at Shen Jia, who was beside Qi Cong with a dumb expression.
Qi Cong lowered her head, her hand trembled, and slowly clenched it again.
"Brother Cong, do you know Gu Yingdi? He wouldn't be—" Shen Jia's voice disappeared when he saw Qi Cong's eyes. He stayed for a while, then panicked, raised his hands at a loss, put them down again, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and asked carefully, "Brother Cong, what's the matter with you, you... don't cry."
Qi Cong rubbed his eyes on his shoulders, took a deep breath to restrain his emotions, and said quickly, "Sorry, I'll go to the bathroom." After speaking, he turned around and strode away, not daring to stay for a second.