Spare Tire is Gone

After closing the live broadcast, Qi Cong uploaded all the evidence mentioned during the live broadcast to Weibo, and then shut down the computer.

Shen Jia threw himself in front of Qi Cong excitedly, and said happily, "Gu Xun was good just now—" His voice disappeared after seeing Qi Cong's expression.

Qi Cong adjusted his emotions, smiled comfortingly at Shen Jia, then looked at Zhao Zhenxun, and said sincerely: "Broker Zhao, it's a waste of your time, thank you for your help today."

"You are my artist, and it is my duty to help you handle these."

Qi Cong was taken aback.

Zhao Zhenxun got up and looked at his watch: "It's very late. I ordered the takeaway for you. After you finish eating, go to bed early, set your alarm clock, and get up early tomorrow to catch the plane. Don't get up late."

Qi Cong returned to his senses, and then got up: "Will Broker Zhao stay and eat together?"

"No, there's something else. Also, you can call me Brother Zhao with Jiajia." Zhao Zhenxun looked at Qi Cong, always letting go of his frowning brows, showing a rare hint of kindness, "Don't brush tonight. Weibo, I will help you control the follow-up. Qi Cong, now I believe what Jiajia said, you are really good. Work hard, I wish you will never remember Jiang Zhaoyan and the memories of the past three years." said Turn around and leave directly afterwards.

Click.

The door is closed.

Qi Cong stood for a long time, then looked at Shen Jia next to him: "You..."

"Brother Zhao accepted you! He is willing to help you debut!" Shen Jia pounced on Qi Cong, excited like a madman, "Brother Cong, I know that everyone will like you. You are so good, and many people will like you. !"

Qi Cong looked at Shen Jia's excitement, and some dark clouds suddenly dissipated in the deep depression in his heart. He held down Shen Jia who was constantly moving with excitement, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and a small smile appeared.

Some have been lost, and some have been gained. Life is actually fair.

His gaze fell on the phone next to the computer, and when he remembered what Gu Xun had just said, he suddenly had a strong urge to call Gu Xun.

I want to hear Gu Xun's voice, I want to thank Gu Xun for his help and maintenance, I want to... simply say a few words to Gu Xun.

The phone that had been quiet vibrated suddenly, flashing an incoming call from someone he was thinking about.

Qi Cong's heart beat abruptly, and then at a speed that he didn't realize, he released Shen Jia and went around the coffee table to pick up the phone and put the phone to his ear.

"I bought you a mango cake, it should be coming soon." Gu Xun's voice came out immediately, gentle, tolerant, and very reassuring, "I don't know if your taste has changed now. Don't do things online for now. Think about it, eat well and have a good night's sleep."

Gu Xun's background sound was a bit noisy, and it seemed that someone was urging Gu Xun in a vague manner. Gu Xun's voice pulled away and responded, after which the voice moved in again and became clear.

"I still have work to deal with, so I have to hang up. Are you...are you sure you want to keep silent?"

Qi Cong realized that he hadn't spoken all the time, and was busy opening his mouth, but he choked up a few times because he unconsciously held his breath for too long. He was a little embarrassed, he held the phone to his side to adjust his breathing, then took the phone back, and said in as calm as possible, "Thank you today."

Gu Xun's voice was a little deeper than before: "Why did you cough just now? Are you sick?"

"No, yes... I choked on drinking water." Maybe because he is not used to lying, Qi Cong felt a little warm in his ears. He instinctively flattened his voice, "Also, thank you for the cake."

Gu Xun was quiet for a few seconds, and his voice softened again: "Don't be so polite with me... Then I'll hang up, have a good dream, and good night."

Qi Cong called: "Gu Xun."

Gu Xun immediately responded: "Huh? I'm still there."

"...Good night." Qi Cong sweated a little in his palm, his mind was messed up, and he didn't know what to say, so he repeated unconsciously, "Good night."

A satisfying chuckle came, and Gu Xun replied good night again, and then hung up the phone.

Qi Cong stood for a few seconds before putting down his phone.

A head poked out from his side, eyes flickering, full of gossip.

Qi Cong returned to his senses, put his phone away in a hurry, and turned to Shen Jia: "The takeaway is coming soon. Wash your hands first. You can eat after washing your hands."

Shen Jia smiled, no longer embarrassed, turned around to wash her hands obediently.

…

Two takeaways arrived one after the other, one is digestible porridge and a few dishes of snacks and side dishes, and the other is a 6-inch mango cake with a card attached to the cake box.

Qi Cong opened the card.

[Will you feel better if you eat something sweet? Gu. 】

The card should be written by the clerk. The handwriting is not very beautiful, but it is written carefully.

Looking at the last word "Gu", Qi Cong curled his fingers, put down the card, picked up the phone, clicked on WeChat, looked at Gu Xun's avatar for a while, clicked on the dialog box, and typed.

Qi Cong: I received the cake, thank you.

Qi Cong: Do you have any other thank you gifts?

Qi Cong: Except for meals.

Gu Xun didn't reply to WeChat, he should be still busy. Qi Cong put down his phone and glanced at Shen Jia who was holding a bowl of porridge next to him and gobbled up. He secretly turned on the camera and took a picture of the cake and cards on the table.

…

Before going to bed, Qi Cong picked up the phone and looked at it again.

The WeChat icon was clean, but Gu Xun still didn't reply to the message.

Qi Cong looked at it and it was not too early.

Are you still busy? Or did you go to bed after you were busy?

He clicked on Gu Xun's WeChat avatar, put down his phone and lay down, closing his eyes to brew drowsiness, but found that he couldn't sleep. He opened his eyes again, and looked at the hard disk and notes on the bedside table with the moonlight shining through the window.

After a while, he sat up and turned on the lamp, picked up the top notebook and opened it.

A line of words appeared on the front page of the notebook, printed on his pupils.

[With a wind and moon, a misty rain, my family lives in the west of Diaotai. Selling fish is afraid of getting close to the gate of the city, and the situation is willing to go deep in the dust? 】

This is a poem he likes very much. When he named the protagonist of "Chivalrous Bone", he immediately thought of it, and almost instantaneously, he confirmed the protagonist's name.

Fengyue.

Windy, windy.

Qi Cong can still remember his passion and expectation for the work "Chivalrous Bone" when he wrote this line. He imagined that one day this work could be completed and put on the screen, and he imagined that the role of Liu Fengyue would come alive and be known by many, many people.

He thought a lot, but he didn't expect... Liu Fengyue would become Liu Fengyue described by others.

Perhaps it was impulsive late at night when Qi Cong suddenly closed his laptop, got out of bed and went to the living room to take the computer back to the bedroom.

He turned on the computer to log in to the old Jiangtian website, selected the management article, and directly cleared all the updated content of "Chivalrous Bone", then edited the article data, and deleted the three words Liu Fengyue in the main character column one by one.

Liu Fengyue's Liu surname was randomly chosen after he decided on the protagonist's name.

And a hermit who carried the charge of killing his father might not want to let the world know his surname.

Put thin, white fingers on the keyboard, tap lightly, and press Enter.

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Work: "Chivalrous Bone"

Protagonist: Fengyue

Author: the sound of gurgling water

Word count: 0

Collection: 219054

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