"Some people say that liking starts from curiosity, so I am looking forward to whether your curiosity about me will sublimate into liking me?" A smart man will not make a promise easily.
Ke Qi is like this, and so is Li Qinghao, but one of them is an exception, and that is Nancheng Lie.
"Then... we'll see."
On the bed that was big enough to accommodate three adult men, Li Qinghao and Ke Qi were leaning against the head of the bed, with a white blanket placed between them.
As the saying goes: Those who cross the line are beasts, but those who do not cross the line are not as good as animals.
The two of them sat rigorously, neither of them daring to take a step out. It was as if what was taken out was not a certain part of the body, but every part of the body.
"I think..." Ke Qi snorted, "This is the first time in my life that I am worse than a beast."
Li Qinghao sarcastically said: "Buddha said that all living beings are equal. There is no difference between humans and animals. They are all animals. In science, humans are just higher-level animals."
"I didn't expect you to still care about Buddha." Ke Qi teased.
"No." Li Qinghao explained with a cold face, "I watch too much TV." When he was a child, Nancheng Lie especially liked to watch Eastern mythological stories, and would pester him to watch them together. I remember that during the Chinese New Year every year, Journey to the West was Main hit. After all, it was one of China's four great classics, so he could understand it. If you read a lot, you will be able to use a few words from Guanyin and Bodhisattva.
"Watching TV..." Keqi's face looked a little lonely, "TV has only one role for me, and that is international news."
"You..." Some things were inappropriate to ask, and he was not a talkative person, so Li Qinghao chose to remain silent again.
"Do you remember the shooting two years ago?" Keqi suddenly brought the topic to the edge.
Remember, of course I remember. Li Qinghao said in his heart, but what he said was something else: "Both you and Nancheng Lie said that I suffered because of you, but my classmates said that I died for love because I was abandoned by Nancheng Lie. I think, I should believe what you say, after all, no one will put this kind of responsibility on me. But if you are telling the truth, then why do my classmates have such a perception?"
"Isn't there a saying in China that makes people fearful?" Ke Qi asked.
China? Li Qinghao weighed it in his mind. He could tell from the other party's language that he distinguished himself from China. As a Chinese, this was absolutely incomprehensible.
Therefore, in the other party's consciousness, he is not Chinese. This can be understood in this way: firstly, the other party is indeed not Chinese; secondly, the other party is Chinese, but grew up in a foreign country.
Li Qinghao had already made a rough judgment about this guy who pretended to be anxious. He... didn't grow up in China.
"So that's just gossip?"
"Otherwise?" Ke Qi raised his eyebrows.
"Please continue." Li Qinghao gave in as a gentleman. He remembered that his classmates said that the first person who reported that he had committed suicide was Li Ka, who had graduated. Thinking of this, Li Qinghao smiled. Regarding Li Ka, that person already had the answer.
"My father is the prince of the Leiluo Kingdom. The king of the Leiluo Kingdom has a son and a daughter. The king's position has been inherited by men since the ancestors. My mother is a young lady of the Han family. The love between my father and my mother did not win over my grandfather. Therefore, for the sake of my mother, my father also gave up the throne and the country, left his hometown, and returned here with his mother. But my father was tired mentally and physically because he missed everything in the Leiluo Kingdom, so in the second year after I was born, my father He died. My mother also passed away when I was five years old, which was the third year after my father died. I was raised by my grandpa since I was a child..."
The eyes are the windows of the soul.
But when Li Qinghao looked at Ke Qi, he couldn't feel the emotion in it. He seemed... like he was endorsing, telling a story that had nothing to do with him.
The prince of Lei Luo Kingdom, the lady of the Han family... etc...
His heart was beating violently. He once asked his grandfather about his father, but his grandfather always avoided talking about it. And now Ke Qi is Han Mingxu, so what he said... said...
His heart was shaking, one after another, and Li Qinghao could hardly control it. Is this your own life experience? Is it about Han Mingxu’s true life experience