Spare Tire is Gone

Specialty.

During the entire physical examination, Qi Cong has been thinking about this question.

Qi Yin attaches great importance to cultivating children's hobbies. Qi Cong has learned a lot of things, such as calligraphy, piano, drums, roller skating, taekwondo, sports dance, painting, origami, paper cutting, pottery, basketball, football, table tennis...this He just tasted most of the contents and put it aside when he found that he didn't like it.

Qi Yin is very open-minded in this respect. He never forces Qi Cong to learn anything. His "double-heartedness" towards him can be said to be indulgent. He only requires him to "make choices after trying, and think carefully when making choices, and can't go back." Once you choose, you have to stick to it."

Qi Cong followed this requirement, and finally chose calligraphy, piano, and taekwondo among the many things he had come into contact with.

At that time, Qi Yin asked him seriously about the reasons for choosing these options, and he also answered seriously: calligraphy is because he likes it, piano is to play the piano for his mother after learning, and taekwondo is to exercise and protect him in the future. mom.

But it seems that in the past three years, his three hobbies that he has persisted in for many years have also been abandoned.

Qi Cong gathered his thoughts, moved his shoulders and back, and found that his muscles were very stiff, and he had obviously neglected to exercise for a long time. He moved his fingers again, and then clearly felt a hint of reluctance when he opened his fingers.

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 had littered it, and skillfully folded it into a thousand paper cranes, while continuing to think.

You have to 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 have learned a lot of specialties and refined skills. He only practiced casually in his free time. After college, he was indulged in majors and has not played the piano for a long time. In front of those hard-working trainees. , It can be said to be uncompetitive.

Thinking of majoring in college, Qi Cong's origami took a nap, and then quickly returned to normal.

He took apart the paper cranes and began to fold the bench.

The main competition in the draft is singing and dancing. In this part of dancing, he only learned sports dance for a while in junior high school, but he didn't learn it deeply, and he has forgotten it long ago. As for singing, he grew up so much. Except for the national anthem and the chorus in music class, he almost never vocalized outside. It was not because he was bad to sing, but because he was not interested in singing, so he didn't know whether his singing was bad. It still sounds nice, there is no problem of out of tune.

The summary is: if he is really lucky enough to be sent to the draft, then he will probably be brushed down in the first round.

The bench took shape, Qi Cong stopped his hands, looked down at it, then slowly opened it, and began to fold the roses.

It is necessary to prepare in advance for not participating in the draft and failing to make a debut in the draft.

He once again thought of the major he studied at university—the major of drama, film, and literature. In layman's terms, it is a screenwriter.

Screenwriting, a career that is also related to the entertainment industry, but is easily overlooked, difficult to get ahead, and requires contacts 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, did not need to consider practical issues, 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. Therefore, among many literature-related majors, he chose screenwriting, which is not pure research, can be used to make money in society, and is rich in creativity and creativity. Infinite possibilities, seemingly close to the dream, but also able to take into account the reality of the profession.

At that time, Qi Cong also considered the possibility of the decline of the Qi family. He felt at the time that even if the Qi family fell, he should be able to rely on his studies to make his parents live well. After really learning screenwriting, he quickly discovered his innocence.

The major of screenwriting is not something you have learned. You will definitely find a relevant job in the future and be able to freely create the stories you want to create. This is a very restrictive profession, full of traps, consuming enthusiasm and energy, and it is difficult to stabilize life and income in a short period of time.

If I knew today, he should have...

"Qi Cong! Who is Qi Cong? Come and get the result."

Qi Cong returned to his senses, his strength was not well controlled, and the paper rose that had been formed in half was torn apart by him. He first responded to the nurse's call, then looked down at his palm.

Because it has been folded twice before, the surface of the paper rose is full of creases. With a broken piece, it looks very old and dirty, and it doesn't look good at all.

It's a bit like Qi Cong's life now.

Qi Cong paused, touched the tip of the rose's petal lightly, put it in the backpack, got up and walked towards the doctor's office.

…

After the physical examination, Qi Cong took the subway home. The unchanging environment in the carriage reminded him of the conversation between the two girls before and the blurry picture.

In a mess, he took out his mobile phone, opened the browser, and typed the word Gu Xun into it.

There is never a shortage of people to chat in the subway, and a word of no one knows where it comes from, and it gets into Qi Cong's ears.

""Chivalrous Bone" is so good to watch! Shui Wuhen is really a fairy screenwriter!"

The words that were too familiar made Qi Cong's fingers that were about to press the search pause instantly. He turned his head to look at the sound coming from, but only saw the black back of his head.

He frowned.

No trace of water? "Chivalrous"? Is it the Shui Wuhen he knows, the Chivalrous Bone he knows?

But "Xia Bone" isn't... he frowned fiercely. Just as he was about to find out where the sound was coming from, the phone suddenly shook. He bowed his head and saw that it was Zhao Zhenxun's call, and quickly connected.

"Qicong, where are you?"

"On the way back to the Shang County era."

"That's right. When you get home, go to Jiajia's bedroom closet and take out the yellow-labeled suit, and send it to the Vienna Hotel on 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 anxious, Qi Cong hurriedly replied: "Okay."

"Then you hurry up."

When the phone hung up, Qi Cong quickly discarded the things he had been thinking about and concerned about before, closed the open browser, locked the phone, looked up at the site prompt, and squeezed through the crowd and strode towards the subway exit.

…

Hurry up, Qi Cong finally arrived at the place Zhao Zhenxun said an hour later. He went up to the eighth floor of the hotel according to the instructions given by Zhao Zhenxun and knocked on the door of 807.

Zhao Zhenxun inside the door took the clothes in Qi Cong's arms, turned and stuffed it to a young girl with dyed purple hair, and said, "Go and iron it. Xiao Han! Let Shen Jia do the laundry, the clothes are already here. Yuanyuan , Shen Jia’s hair can be done simply, don’t put on makeup, just adjust the skin tone to make him look better."

Zhao Zhenxun said as he walked in, Qi Cong rushed to press the door of the house before it closed automatically, stepped forward, and approached the door thoughtfully.

There were about five or six people in the room. Everyone looked very busy. There were a lot of things on the bed and it looked a little messy.

With a sudden bang, the bathroom door flicked open. Shen Jia, with dripping hair and only wearing a bathrobe, rushed out of the bathroom at the urging of a thin and tall boy. When he saw Qi Cong, he did not forget to greet him: "Brother Cong, hard work. You bring your clothes, there is a drink on the table, you can drink it if you are thirsty.

Qi Cong stepped back and avoided a short-haired girl holding a garment ironing machine, and stood in an unobstructed corner, nodding in response.

"You still have time to care about this, sit down! Yuanyuan, blow his hair." Zhao Zhenxun pressed Shen Jia to the table, twisted Shen Jia to Qi Cong's face to the mirror on the table, and ordered. "As soon as you enter the venue, don’t be foolish and stay alone. When you see the screenwriters, producers, and directors you know, you can go up and say hello. Make a good impression."

Shen Jia raised her head and let Yuanyuan help her to blow her hair, and responded obediently.

Zhao Zhenxun still looked uneasy: "In short, you should pay more attention to yourself. There are many directors and producers in this exchange meeting. This is your opportunity, you must grasp it."

Shen Jia secretly murmured: "I still don't understand why this kind of exchange to discuss the development of the film and television industry would give me invitations, or this kind of temporary invitation. Shouldn't this occasion be the home of those producers and directors, I'm a singer. In it, I can’t understand what industry plans they are talking about."

Zhao Zhenxun obviously doesn't quite understand, but this is not the focus now. When the opportunity comes, you must seize it. He frowned and patted Shen Jia on the shoulder: "If you don't understand anything, you must listen to it. You are here to listen to industry trends as the representative of Mr. Shen."

Shen Jia finally calmed down.

After half an hour, the newly dressed Shen Jia walked out of the bathroom. He is wearing a light blue-gray casual light suit, a pair of white sneakers on his feet, short hair, simple and loose, coupled with handsome facial features and sunny temperament, there is a kind of youth between mature men and young boys. Handsome.

Zhao Zhenxun nodded: "Yes, this suit is really suitable for you. I'm almost late, let's go downstairs."

Shen Jia didn't move, and put on a pleasing expression: "Brother Zhao, can I bring an assistant into the venue?"

The assistants who were sorting things indoors heard the words and turned to look at Shen Jia. Qi Cong, who had been staying in the corner without disturbing everyone's work, also looked at Shen Jia.

How can Zhao Zhenxun fail to see Shen Jia's careful thoughts, glanced at Qi Cong in the corner, frowned, and replied: "You can take it, but you can't hold the assistant to chat all the time, you have to—"

"You must take the initiative to greet the producers and directors you know. I understand. Don't worry." Shen Jia happily interrupted Zhao Zhenxun's words, swished and rushed to Qi Cong's side, and said to other assistants while pushing Qi Cong out." Next time I take you to Ha on another occasion, you will have a share."

The assistants were amused, and turned their eyes back to Shen Jia, and then replied: "Farewell, I don't want to follow this boring occasion. I'd rather stay here and play with my mobile phone and wait for you to come out."

Zhao Zhenxun urged again: "Okay, stop chatting, the staff are still waiting."

Qi Cong was pushed out of the room by Shen Jia. He turned around and asked: "You want to bring me in?"

"Yeah, there are a lot of big-name screenwriters in this exchange meeting. Don't you learn this? As soon as I meet screenwriters I know, I will introduce you to you. There are many connections and many possibilities." Shen Jia lowered his voice and took a peek at the following. Zhao Zhenxun said, "Shhh, don't tell Brother Zhao, lest he nag again."

Qi Cong was taken aback for a moment, then his heart softened.

Shen Jia wrote down what he used to calm his parents. He patted Shen Jia's hand and whispered back: "Okay."

The exchange meeting was held in the Peony Hall on the third floor of the Vienna Hotel. The three people felt that this kind of professional exchange would be too multimedia to be present. As a result, when the elevator opened, the flashing lights were overwhelmingly lit.

Zhao Zhenxun reacted quickly. After turning Shen Jia, he lowered his voice and said to Qi Cong: "Protect Jia Jia into the venue, go faster."

Qi Cong returned to his senses and hurriedly stepped out to block the media that had gotten too close. He also reacted to his side protection. Shen Jia, who had already put on a standard polite smile on his face, walked to the venue.

During this period, Qi Cong frowned when he heard a reporter muttering "Why is it Shen Jia".

How is this disappointed tone?

The reporters weren't clinging to it, they scattered after the filming. The three successfully passed through the media and came to the entrance of the venue. Shen Jia and Qi Cong entered the venue smoothly with the pass cards given by their staff in advance. Zhao Zhenxun stayed outside to deal with it.

The two walked within two steps, and a huge commotion suddenly erupted behind them, and the sound of shutters came one after another. The reporters who were relatively silent when Shen Jia came over will all shout loudly.

Everyone is shouting, but no one's words can be heard clearly. In the noisy room, only one name is 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 flashing lights, a slender figure was guarded by the bodyguard assistant, passing through the group of enthusiastic reporters, and striding towards this side.

He has wide shoulders and long legs, and a soft burgundy shirt is attached to him in the walking room, which outlines a strong chest. The narrow waist line is bound by a black belt at the extension, and black slacks are wrapped. Long legs, strong lines of thighs are looming when walking. With the right hand hanging on his side, a hint of red can be seen between the fingers during the swing, the left hand is loosely hooked on the pass belt, and the cold white complexion is entangled by the dark blue belt, which is secretive and seductive.

Probably because he was uncomfortable by the flashlight, he lowered his head slightly, and a few strands of curly black hair fell back to cover his full forehead. The shaking of the hair tail blurred the outline of the long eyebrows, and the deep eyes under the eyebrows. Hanging, you can see the light shadows of the thick fan-shaped eyelashes sweeping under the eyes, and under the narrow bridge of the nose, the thin lips are straight, revealing 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 was crushed by the visitor.

Probably noticing Qi Cong's gaze, the person who had half-downcast eyes suddenly raised his eyes.

The eyes of the two met in mid-air.

Identical eyes, identical face, completely different temperament, upturned expression and dress. Qi Cong squeezed his palms abruptly and pressed his lips tightly. It took a lot of force to restrain his gaffe.

Who is this guy? Why does he have the exact same face as the person in his memory? Why is he also called Gu Xun? Why does he... look completely different from the person in his memory.

The man stopped when he saw Qi Cong, and then moved forward faster. The reporter was blocked outside the meeting, and the bodyguard and assistant were left behind by him. He stopped in front of Qi Cong, looked down at Qi Cong, and then smiled.

A smile with no warmth.

"Finally I find you."

The same voice, a terribly unfamiliar tone.

Qi Cong looked straight at him, his gaze swept across his face inch by inch, and finally followed the collar of his half-opened shirt and settled under his right collarbone.

A black mole lay quietly there, exactly the same as in the memory.

Qi Cong's chest rose and fell quickly, and a little bit turned his gaze back to the man's face to look into the other's eyes.

"I'm Gu Xun." The man's eyes had some dark emotions that he didn't understand. He bends down slightly, holds Qi Cong's hand hanging beside him, and slightly breaks Qi Cong's gripped palm. The ring on his hand leaves a slightly hard touch on the face of Qi Cong's hand, "You...remember me?" ?"

After he finished speaking, he backed away and glanced at the silly Shen Jia next to Qi Cong. He twitched at the corner of his mouth and turned and walked toward the depths of the venue.

Qi Cong lowered his head, the hand he was holding trembling, and slowly clenched it again.

"Brother Cong, do you know King Gu? He wouldn't be—" Shen Jia's voice disappeared the moment he saw Qi Cong's eyes. He stayed for a while, then panicked, raised his hand helplessly, put it down hurriedly, took out the handkerchief from his pocket, and carefully asked, "Brother Sun, what's wrong with you, you... don't cry."

Qi Cong wiped his eyes on his shoulders, took a deep breath to restrain his emotions, and said quickly: "Sorry, I'll go to the bathroom." After he turned and strode away, he didn't dare to stay for a second.