Woke Up, the Actor Picked Up the Cub

The lobby is quiet and solemn, with a black-and-white photo on the table of the Eight Immortals against the wall. In the photo, the young man has sharp brows, handsome features, and a smile that seems like nothing.

The guests in black and white formal attire walked one by one to the altar table and offered incense, and almost everyone's eyes would stay on the photo.

It's really pretty.

Duan Congzhi Gone looked at his photo for a while. He didn’t have too many photos. He would take one for his birthday every year. It was twenty-two this year. But this photo was taken on his 20th birthday. I don’t know why they chose it. Take this.

Maybe they don't know which one is the most recent. Qin Ke should know that every time he takes a photo, the photo will be sent to Qin Ke.

Thinking of Qin Ke's Duan Congzhi laughed bitterly, Qin Ke knew it, but it was an exception for him to have a funeral in Qin's house by a foreigner, no matter how much... it is impossible.

He should be content.

Duan Congzhi floated around in the mourning hall. He didn't see Qin Ke. Soon he convinced himself that the three masters, who were up and down every minute, would take the time to preside over the funeral for him.

The guests in the full house looked solemn, sad and regretful. Duan Congzhi rolled his eyes. He hadn't even seen most of it here, showing that money is a good thing, and the wealth of the Qin family is worthy of their performance.

He floated to the altar table with his own photo and sat down, swinging his legs boredly.

The incense inside the incense burner was already filled, and the incense ash fell on the outside of the incense burner in rolls. Someone soon came to clean it. Duan Congzhi became playful and blew a breath at the incense burner, and then fell on the newly cleaned table. Layer of gray.

The person who wipes the table looked up and lowered his head to clean up the ash falling on the table.

Duan Congzhi remembered him. He was the son of Uncle Ying, the housekeeper. He took care of the dumplings when he was away.

Duan Congzhi rested his teasing thoughts and continued to swing his legs in a daze, not knowing what Qin Ke was doing.

The guests didn't know when they left. Qin Ke was already standing at the table when Duan Congzhi returned to his senses. Behind him was a member of the Duan family.

His parents, little uncle, and others in the same source martial arts.

Everyone's eyes were red, and the mother held a tissue in her hand, crying out of breath, leaning on her father. She is the master of the Martial Arts Hall of the Same Origin, and she is the one who speaks vigorously. Duan Congzhi has never seen her cry since he can remember.

It was only now that he really realized that he was dead and his parents and relatives would never see him again.

Seeing his mother's half-white hair, he suddenly regretted it. Although death was not his subjective will, his endless self-blame almost overwhelmed him. If he was more careful, it would be fine.

Duan Congzhi opened his mouth and called to his mother.

No one heard, she was still crying.

The white-haired man sends the black-haired man.

Duan Congzhi came down from the altar table and wanted to stick to Duan's mother, but was afraid that it would be harmful to her, so he had to stand not far away and watch them.

The father helped his mother to incense for him, and the little uncle behind them also incense.

Xiao Shishu hasn't gotten married when he is too old. Duan Congzhi once said that he would come to support him, but now he can't support him. Xiao Shishu looked better than his parents, Duan Congzhi was slightly relieved.

However, he was relieved too soon.

Incense stick|Entering the incense burner, Duan Yun turned around and slapped Qin Ke.

With a bang, it was especially obvious in the quiet space. Duan Congzhi was stupid as a ghost.

Xiao Shishu is very skilled, he is the best military attache in the whole, and Duan Congzhi has also learned kung fu from him since he was a child.

Little Shishu never slapped people in the face. He said that slaps can only anger the other party, without any lethality.

Now he not only slapped Qin Ke in the face, but also slapped him, he could only deliberately.

Duan Congzhi thought with trepidation: It turned out that he just looked better.

He looked at Qin Ke and then at the little uncle, not knowing which one to cherish for a while.

After the fight was not enough, the little uncle sneered: "The person is no longer there. Who will show Sanye Qin like this."

What is Qin Ke like? Duan Congzhi looked at him again, not much different from usual, in other words, more serious.

Objectively speaking, Qin Ke can't be blamed for Duan Congzhi's death. Now, Qin Ke has been slapped first and then mocked.

Duan Congzhi stared at them blankly, never expected that the little uncle had such a side, never expected Qin Ke to endure it.

Fortunately, everyone in the Qin family has withdrawn, otherwise, even if he bears it, the matter will not end well.

Qin Ke glanced at his photo, turned and left, leaving space for the family. Duan Congzhi looked at his back, he should be, and he was not out of breath.

Duan Cong's consciousness became blurred as soon as Qin Ke went out. This felt a bit familiar. It was like this when he died. No matter how hard he tried, he could no longer concentrate and his consciousness gradually faded.

Open your eyes again is in the cemetery.

The Qin family's financial resources are there, the cemetery is on the mountain, and the environment is superior and the vision is broad. Duan Congzhi is quite satisfied with his future residence.

There were many cars parked outside the cemetery, and the bodyguards in black suits got out of the cars one by one.

The bodyguards of the Qin family usually wear casual clothes, and they wear formal clothes for pomp. Duan Congzhi's intuition is followed by shows.

Soon the three people were pressed down and kneeled in front of the tomb. All three were embarrassed. One was more embarrassed than the other. Duan Congzhi took a closer look. One of them seemed to be from the Lin family. The Lin family was also one of the four surnames, the crane tail.

When he was young, the Patriarch of the Lin family was recognized as a beautiful trash, except for his good-looking appearance, and a romantic nature. He also relied on the strength of the Lin family and his unique face to spend a lot of time and illegitimate children.

He didn't grow up even when he was old. Others were afraid of brothers smashing the wall. Lin Hong did the opposite. He raised Gu and put everyone in the company, saying that he was the master of the house.

His illegitimate children live up to expectations, all of them fight like a black eye, but none of them are useful. They have been fighting for several years and there is no winner.

The Lin family is getting more and more smoky. This is a joke in the circle.

Having said that, Duan Congzhi couldn't recognize how many masters of the Lin family were. He followed Qin Ke since he was a child, and to a certain extent represented Qin Ke, and they were not qualified to ask him to remember it.

Duan Congzhi knew one of them because he was a star besides being the young master of the Lin family. Duan Congzhi had seen one of his movies and the martial arts show was very beautiful.

Lin... Lin what?

He looks pretty, no wonder he can be a star. Duan Congzhi's objective evaluation is worthy of the Lin family embroidered pillow.

These people were crushed and knocked their heads with Duan Congzhi. Young Master Lin's white forehead quickly turned red. He raised his head, glanced in Qin Ke's direction, and was quickly pressed down again.

Such a little beauty, guilty.

Duan Congzhi glanced at Qin Ke, and he was still expressionless as he flirted with the blind man.

Since Qin Ke brought people to him, it should be related to his death. Duan Congzhi actually still doesn't know why he died.

Qin Ke often goes abroad for various things and occasionally takes him around.

He and Qin Ke ran into a little chaos on the street that day. In terms of public order there, it was not unusual, but it was a coincidence, and they didn't believe there would be such a coincidence.

Everyone in the Qin family became vigilant secretly, and Duan Congzhi smiled when one of them threw a knife.

That's it?

He grabbed the man’s wrist directly, dodged his attack on his side, and pushed the man back along with the man’s strength, hitting him in twos, and he was about to show off his sword to Qin Ke. I felt a sharp pain in my chest.

Duan Congzhi couldn't tell what was going on at the time. He only knew that he had shed a lot of blood. Anyway, he should be quite embarrassed-what could be better if a bullet passed through his chest.

Qin Ke hugged him. Duan Congzhi originally thought that he would say two last words like in a TV series, such as expressing his heartfelt feelings on his deathbed. In fact, he couldn't open his mouth at all. The blood quickly flowed out of his body, taking away his life.了温度。 The temperature.

Duan Congzhi's last thought was cold.

It's so cold.

He couldn't say anything, and when he tried his best, he just opened his eyes and looked at Qin Ke for two more seconds.

If he knew he would still be able to watch after death, what he was doing so hard.

Those few people squashed their heads and were taken away by the police car waiting aside. Everyone retreated, leaving Qin Ke alone in front of the tombstone.

Duan Congzhi sat on the tombstone and stared at Qin Ke. He had been by Qin Ke's side, but he rarely looked at him unscrupulously, and soon discovered something different.

Today Qin Ke wore a flower on the pocket of his suit—the black silk flower is also a flower.

Duan Cong made fun in the suffering, Qin Ke never liked these bells and whistles, and he didn't wear flowers for him today.

Qin Ke stood alone in front of the tombstone for a long time, until Duan Congzhi thought he had something to say to himself. Although there was no heartbeat, Duan Congzhi still felt his tension.

He still had expectations in his heart.

However, Qin Ke really just watched, and left after watching.

Duan Congzhi drifted staring behind him, not far away, and soon lost consciousness again.

When he woke up again, he saw a book, to be precise a novel, a novel called "The Little Wife of a Rich Old Man".

Duan Congzhi was caught by the title of the book, but there was nothing else to do at the moment, he turned the pages of the book with a little disgust.

...Coincidentally, this old man is called Qin Ke.

Duan Congzhi was a little bit interested. Qin Ke was 28 this year, and he was pampered. Although he was vigorous, he couldn't touch the words of an old man.

Duan Congzhi was suspicious and continued to look down. Turning a few pages, he was extremely sure that the Qin Ke in the book was the Qin Ke he knew, Qin Sanye, who is in charge of the Qin family.

What is written in the book is ten years later.

At the 38th birthday party of Qin Ke, he met Wei Zhizhi, the debut star of the popular talent show. This is the 18-year-old Xiao Xianrou, the protagonist.

At this age, saying that the father and son did not violate the peace at all, and he was really an old man.

Duan Cong turned page by page, trying to find traces of his own existence, turned two-thirds, and finally turned it.

His picture appeared!

"Wei Zhizhi entered Qin Ke's study for the first time. He was a little nervous and a little surprised. He had an unstoppable smile on his fat face with some babies. The smile was slightly frozen when he saw a photo. The young people on the website are very beautiful. Just this photo seems to bring the whole space to life.

The wooden picture frame is heavy in his hand. This must be a very important person for him? Wei Zhizhi carefully put the photo back into the cabinet.

Uncle Qin is thirty-eight years old, and it's normal for him to like anyone. Wei Zhizhi tried to convince himself, but couldn't laugh anymore.

Could the person in the photo be Uncle Qin's Bai Yueguang?

..."

Bai Yueguang, Duan Congzhi was stunned. It turned out that he still had the potential to be Bai Yueguang. He shook his head and smiled, then gloated. It was Qin Ke's saw-mouthed gourd, which was strange if he could explain it.

In fact, before reading this book, he firmly believed that Qin Ke would not like people.

He may find a suitable wife, form a family, and give birth to an heir, but he will never like anyone.

Duan Congzhi continued to turn back, but Qin Ke really didn't explain, he directly put the person in his arms.

"...Wei Zhizhi has been in a low mood since he came out of the study, and he has to look at Qin Ke from time to time. His eyes are wet. Qin Ke traps him in his arms, and his voice is low and hoarse: ‘What are you awkward.’"

Duan Congzhi blushed a little, and after reading this paragraph awkwardly, it turned out that the old house was on fire.

After taking a long breath, Duan Congzhi continued to turn back.

"...Wei Zhizhi looked at Qin Ke cautiously and asked softly:'Who is the picture in your study?'

Qin Ke's eyes condensed slightly, and after a while, he whispered: "An old friend. ’"

Duan Congzhi closed the book and didn't want to read it anymore. His heart was sour and bitter. He thought blankly: How can I not like people? I don't like me.

After all, I'm just an "old friend"

His ten years of company, even his life, is only in exchange for the word "old person", why bother.

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