Spare Tire is Gone

"Jiang Zhaoyan!" Before Qi Cong could speak, Shen Jia exploded first. He turned the peaked cap on his head back, and rushed towards Jiang Zhaoyan, "You TM actually dare to come, I—"

"Jiajia!" Qi Cong hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop.

Unwilling to stop, Shen Jia looked sideways at Qi Cong: "Brother!"

Upon seeing this, Jiang Zhaoyan relaxed his tight body, frowning to look at Qi Cong: "You went with this person again, didn't you say you didn't contact him?"

Hearing this, Shen Jia was about to rush forward again, his chest undulating vigorously, obviously furious.

This time Qi Cong stood sideways in front of Shen Jia. Shen Jia was so anxious that his brain was hot, and shouted: "Brother Sun! You wake up, don't protect him anymore, 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 was suddenly quiet.

Jiang Zhaoyan stood far away and did not hear their conversation. He strode over here with a face full of impatience. After approaching, he stretched out his hand to pull Qi Cong's arm: "What are you doing in a hug. Qi Cong, come here," Tell me clearly, what was your previous call—"

Qi Cong turned around following Jiang Zhaoyan's movements, looked at Jiang Zhaoyan's eyes, punched Jiang Zhaoyan in the abdomen, and confiscated a little bit of strength.

Jiang Zhaoyan snorted, his eyes widened and arched his back to cover his abdomen and retreated, looking at Qi Cong incredulously: "You..."

"Done?" Qi Cong took the tissue from Shen Jia and wiped the arm held by Jiang Zhaoyan. "My own apartment's door lock password, I want to change it. It's your turn to question?"

Jiang Zhaoyan looked at Qi Cong with a **** expression, and his tone of voice became unstable with pain: "Are you... are you evil?"

"Yes, I'm wicked." Qi Cong stepped forward and grabbed Jiang Zhaoyan's tie, pulled him over, fingers up, and a little bit to tighten his already loose bow tie, his voice was low and cold, "Just one Thinking that the reason why my parents lived in that ruined house in the hot sky is all because I blindly saw you, I wish I could kill myself...and you."

Jiang Zhaoyan had never seen such a cold and sharp Qi Cong. For a while, he forgot to react and only stared at Qi Cong.

Qi Cong stared at him, clearly having the most gentle and harmless eyebrows in the world, but there was a storm brewing in his eyes that was the opposite of gentleness.

"Jiang Zhaoyan." Qi Cong tightened his fingers further, and his voice was low, with a little sand, mixed with an uneven tone, a kind of dangerous sexy, "Let you go, you go, don't be obedient, I am not free now Pack you and appear in front of me again, it's more than just a punch." After speaking, he loosened Jiang Zhaoyan's tie, pushed him hard against the wall, and walked over him towards the apartment.

Shen Jia hurriedly followed Qi Cong and raised his fist threateningly when passing by Jiang Zhaoyan: "Have you heard? Stay away from Brother Cong." After speaking, he shouted to Qi Cong excitedly, and followed Qi Cong away.

The sound of words, the sound of doors opening, and the sound of closing doors completely quieted down the corridor.

Jiang Zhaoyan finally recovered, and later realized that he had been holding his breath, and his heart even ached slightly because of lack of oxygen. He took a deep breath, pulled off the tie that was so tight that he throats, and turned his head to look in the direction of Qi Cong's apartment.

That was... Qi Cong just now?

…

The check-out process was fairly smooth. After sending off the landlord, 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 disharmony in his heart suddenly became stronger.

Qi's family is a typical southern family. The whole family's food tastes are light, sweet and afraid of spicy food. But Qi Cong picked up a variety of spicy sauces from the apartment kitchen, and there was even an unfinished spicy scallion noodles in the refrigerator.

Qi Cong usually likes to use bath products with a clearer texture. He doesn't like bath products leaving a slippery touch on his body, but the shower gel in the apartment is very greasy at first glance.

Qi Cong didn't like to wear flip-flops, and felt uncomfortable wearing toes, but there were several double body drags in the apartment. One of them was probably worn for too long and the soles of the shoes were broken.

There are also, for example, the way of pillow placement, the choice of soft and hard bristles of toothbrushes, the texture of bath towels, etc. There are many lifestyle habits revealed through objects, all of which are different from Qi Cong's preferences.

It's too weird and too weird.

Standing in the middle of the bedroom, Qi Cong looked at the clothes in the closet that seemed to him somewhat rustic, and felt uncomfortable breaking into someone else's house by mistake.

"Brother Sun, do you want to take away the books on the shelf?"

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 and horrible novels on it, frowned, and replied: "No, contact the apartment property, donate it."

After working for more than two hours, the two finally packed their things.

When going out, Shen Jia first opened the door and probed and looked out, and made sure that Jiang Zhaoyan was no longer there. Then he opened the door completely and turned back to Qi Cong and said, "Brother Cong, let's go."

Qi Cong glanced back at the apartment that had always felt a strong sense of strangeness to him, and then he whispered and lifted the large suitcase at 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 unqualified, and he actually took away the part of the poster with the person printed on it.

Shen Jia followed and asked, "Brother Sun is interested in this movie? Let's go and watch it when it is released. This movie has just won an award abroad, and the quality is very high. By the way, there is something. It’s a coincidence that the star of this movie and the person you asked me to inquire about happened to have the same name. If I didn’t know that the star of this movie was a second-generation rich man who grew up in a foreign country, I almost thought you asked me to inquire. It's him."

Qi Cong suddenly turned his head to look at Shen Jia: "Same name? The man on the poster is Gu Xun?"

Shen Jia was startled by Qi Cong's reaction, and then shrank his head: "Yes, what's wrong with you, Brother Cong?"

Qi Cong's palms were a little sweaty, and he barely gotten into a gaffe, confirming and asking: "The star of this movie grew up in a foreign country? Are you sure?"

"I'm sure, Grandma Gu is from the Western country. He grew up in the Western country with her grandmother. When King Gu became popular at the time, these were all picked up by the media."

Grandma is from the West, isn't that mixed?

Qi Cong's beating heart slowly calmed down, and then sank.

It's not.

This person is not Gu Xun, the poor country boy he knew.

Also, how could it be that Gu Xun's silly guy couldn't even hide his emotions. When he was nervous, he couldn't speak, so how could he be acting.

He looked at the poster on the elevator again.

That chin arc...maybe it's similar to a good-looking person.

The two returned to the community. After parking the car and entering the elevator with Qi Cong, Shen Jia suddenly jumped out before the elevator was about to close, and waved to Qi Cong outside: "Let’s talk to uncle and aunt tonight, I I will pick you up tomorrow morning and have a good sleep!"

Qi Cong was stunned, and the elevator door closed before he could react.

The elevator began to move up.

Qi Cong returned to his senses, shook his head amused, and his mood depressed because of the poster improved slightly.

Lin Hui and Qi Yin didn't sleep at home and waited in the living room. Qi Cong did not talk to his parents as Shen Jia said, but urged Lin Hui and Qi Yin to rest as soon as he walked in.

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 so sleepy."

As expected, Lin Hui didn't say much, but instead urged Qi Cong to rest earlier.

After getting his parents done, Qi Cong simply took a shower, put on the pajamas that Qi Yin bought for him, and slept on the bed in his new home.

The night was very deep, and the body was very exhausted, but Qi Cong was reluctant to sleep. Since waking up in the hospital, he has been chased by all kinds of information and events. Until now, he finally has some 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 phone on the bedside table.

Moved his finger, entered a string of numbers that he knew well, and dialed.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is empty."

Qi Cong hung up the phone, a few seconds later, he moved his finger slowly, clicked on WeChat, ignoring the large amount of information in it, switched to the account interface, chose to switch accounts, entered the WeChat account and password that he used three years ago, and clicked Sign in.

A red word prompt appears: The account you 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 his old social accounts and applied for a new one.

Although he knows, but...Qi Cong put the phone back on the bedside table, pulled up the thin quilt to cover his face, restrained and thumped the mattress.

Why do you want to log off, even if you don't use it. Logged out, where should he go to find someone who has disappeared for three years.

…

The next day before going to work, Lin Hui dragged Qi Cong to work for a long time, until he couldn't delay any longer, then reached out his hand to touch Qi Cong's head, and left the house with a face full of reluctance.

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."

Twenty thousand, this may be all the money in the hands of the parents.

Qi Cong's throat moved, stretched out his hand to push the card back, and then took 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 them. This house I paid the rent for one year, and after one year, I will definitely give you a new one."

Qi Yin was stunned, and then slowly squeezed Qi Cong's hand that was handing the card.

"Gun... have you really paid off the money you owe?"

Qi Cong had been prepared for a long time, and naturally replied: "It's paid off. Jiajia helped me partly, and I raised some of it myself, and I paid it off."

The mother and son looked at each other, and in the end, 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 will take the money. Don't worry about home, just go ahead."

Qi Cong was relieved and reached out and hugged Qi Yin: "Mom, I will work hard to make money."

It didn't take long before Shen Jia drove from the hotel where he was staying and picked Qi Cong back to Beishi together.

All the luggage was put into the trunk, and Shen Jia and Qi Cong got on the train one after another. Standing next to the co-pilot, Qi Yin bends down to tell Shen Jia to drive carefully, and then looks at Qi Cong.

"Eat more."

"it is good."

Qi Yin stretched out his hand to touch Qi Cong's face, and backed away. Qi Cong waved to Qi Yin and raised the 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 slowly diminished, 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 where Lin Hui was working. He changed his clothes, wore Shen Jia's hat, and mixed with the parents who sent the children over. Through the window, he looked at Lin Hui who was holding a booklet and talking to a teacher in the classroom.

"Is that the new assistant teacher?"

"It seems to be, how come you become an assistant teacher at such an old age? Is your diploma not enough?"

"The assistant teacher has to assist in the management of several classes. It is very hard. Generally young people do it. Is this new teacher affordable?"

Some parents were discussing, Qi Cong pressed the hat on his head and turned to leave.

After returning to the car, Qi Cong took off his hat and turned his head to Shen Jia and said, "Go to Wenhua District."

Shen Jia started the car, hesitated for a moment, and tentatively asked, "Brother Gong, do you want to find that Gu Xun?"

"No." Qi Cong put his hat on his lap, "I just want to go and see." 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 the little things he fell in love with.

Half an hour later, the car stopped opposite a fried chicken shop on Xinhuai North Road, Wenhua District.

Qi Cong looked at the store, but didn't get out of the car.

Shen Jia felt that such a quiet and silent Qi Cong was particularly vulnerable, and asked carefully: "Brother Cong, do you want to go down and have a look?"

"This... used to be a coffee shop." Qi Cong retracted his gaze and smiled at Shen Jia. "I often come here for coffee after I was in college... Let's go. It takes several hours to drive back to Beishi. If we don't leave early, we might Will be blocked by the evening rush hour on the way into the North City."

"Brother Sun..."

"Let's go, I can't wait to see what you look like on the stage."

The orange sports car started and drove slowly 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 a garbage truck holding a cup of coffee. He wore a hat, sunglasses, and low-key, sliding his cell phone as he walked to a black car on the side of the street.

Suddenly, he stopped and clicked on a photo.

It was an obviously candid photo. In the middle of the photo, a man wearing an irregularly tailored black T and a peaked cap was leaning on an orange sports car. He was standing next to a thin body, with the tail of his neck and hair next to his shoulder, wearing a dress. White T, only the person with a vague profile speaks.

There are a few sensational characters on the photo-"Shen Jia's love affair has been exposed, and it's super sweet to be a couple with his girlfriend!"

After a while, he moved, locked his phone, strode into the car, and shut the unpleasant whisper outside the car door.

"Girlfriend? Blind paparazzi."