Spare Tire is Gone

When Qi Cong speaks, his voice is very low and sandy, but not dumb. It is a very gentle and sultry voice, but because his usual tone of speech is too flat and habitually serious, few people will. Take note of this.

But when he lowered his voice and sang in a low voice, the sultry feeling of rustling was immediately magnified exponentially, fiercely stimulating people's eardrums.

The low and ambiguous, softly floating songs like the late night sea breeze spread through the audio equipment to the entire venue, and every sentence seemed to be pressed against a person's eardrum.

Everyone was stunned, and they turned their heads or turned their heads to look at the person standing in the center of the stage.

Qi Cong was standing on the stage wearing the most common white T and black trousers. Because he was too busy to cut his hair, it was still long. Most of the stage lights were turned off, and only a white overhead light fell on him, making him thin and deserted.

He stood stretched, not seeing the usual rigidity and restraint of newcomers. His eyes fell on a certain point in the distance. When singing, his eyes seemed to change superficially with the emotions in the song.

It's like an experienced singer.

Xiao Han and others in the audience looked stupidly at Qi Cong on the stage, their mouths slightly opened.

After being taken aback for a while, Shen Jia on the stage quickly dissipated the tension, looked at Qi Cong excitedly, and then turned and ran down the stage.

Zhao Zhenxun also showed surprise.

This voice... is so special.

The singing continued.

What Qi Cong picked was a love song with a high nationality, with few high-pitched parts, a slow rhythm, and low requirements for singing skills, but it tested the singer's emotional control ability.

Like this kind of song, if you are not careful, you will sing it dry and tasteless.

But Qi Cong did not. His sandy and sultry voice coupled with such a lyrical song is like a good dancer who has found the most suitable dancing shoes. Any jump is all seductive and addictive. Arc.

The hot wind of this summer seems to have become gentle and sentimental with the singing.

…

After finishing the song, Qi Cong put down the microphone.

Shen Jia in the audience immediately blew a screaming whistle, then clapped vigorously, and urged Xiao Han and others around him to applaud quickly, and exclaimed in excitement: "Good! Super good! Brother Sun is the best!"

Xiao Han and the others recovered and clapped vigorously. Many staff members couldn't help but raise their hands after seeing this.

The applause gradually became a line from sparse.

It seems...Isn't singing bad?

Qi Cong smiled, raised the microphone again to thank everyone, then turned around and walked to Zhao Zhenxun, waiting for the sentence to be pronounced.

Zhao Zhenxun looked at Qi Cong for a long time, then shook his head: "You are not suitable for idols."

Qi Cong's clenched palm slowly relaxed. Shen Jia, who had just run onto the stage, was shocked. The person in charge standing next to Zhao Zhenxun looked sideways at Zhao Zhenxun in surprise: "Old Zhao, you are playing—"

Zhao Zhenxun finished the sentence: "You are suitable to be a singer."

Qi Cong was stunned.

The person in charge was no longer surprised when he heard the words. He looked at Qi Cong up and down, and nodded in agreement: "Yes, this child has too quiet and too heavy temperament. The idol should have that "I am the most handsome, the most beautiful, and the most passionate in the world I don’t have the energy that I’m the most up-and-coming and the most worthy of love. He doesn’t have it.

Shen Jia approached Qi Cong and asked nervously, "Well, what should I do? That kind of...er, Jin, can you cultivate it?"

Zhao Zhenxun did not speak, and the person in charge answered. He said, "This is something in the bones of a human being. How can I cultivate it. If I say, this kid might as well become an actor. The actor needs this quiet and steady energy. He looks like this. He has a good temperament, and he is suitable for walking on the path of strength. A place that is too lively is not suitable for him."

"I will think about it again." Zhao Zhenxun said. Seeing Qi Cong still looking at him, his expression was rare and milder, so he calmed down, "Don't worry, there is a way for you."

…

Shen Jia's evening performance was very successful. After the show, everyone took the car to the hotel booked in advance, planning to catch a plane tomorrow morning to the next place of work-Yaocheng.

After Qi Cong returned to the room, he packed his luggage first, and then went to take a shower. After coming out of the shower, he habitually took out his phone and checked WeChat.

Gu Xun still didn't reply.

It has been a whole day from last night to now.

He hesitated, but still did not send another message, put down the phone and walked to the suitcase, took out the laptop from the inside, and sat down on the small table by the window.

Cold wind like a knife asked him to sign a contract after updating three chapters. He wrote one chapter yesterday, and two more chapters are needed.

The document was opened, thin and white fingers were placed on the keyboard, and after a pause, they danced slowly to fast.

…

The ringing of the cell phone awakens Qi Cong who accidentally fell asleep on the table. He frowned and sat up, and instinctively touched the computer's touchpad first.

The screen lights up, revealing the document magnified to full screen. On the document, the mouse cursor flashes regularly after a period. At the bottom of the document, the last automatic save time of the article shows that it is two past eleven o'clock in the evening.

Qi Cong looked at the time.

It is ten past eleven. He only slept for less than eight minutes. He picked up the phone and saw that it was a call from an unfamiliar number, and the secret expectation in his heart fell to nothing.

Not Gu Xun.

He rubbed his face and connected the phone.

"Hello, who?"

"You want to sign?"

A familiar female voice that would never be forgotten came out of the earpiece, and Qi Cong's eyebrows were immediately cold.

It is Wu Heng's girlfriend Lin Xiaozhi.

Lin Xiaozhi's words kept coming over like a machine gun: "I heard Wu Heng's editor say that Jiangtian.com's editorial department received your application for signing a contract. Cold wind he wants to sign you in person, ha! You also said you didn't want to rub Wu Heng Do you want to write "Chivalrous Bone"? Do you really want to force Wu Heng to die? Do you know how many calls for compensation for termination of contract he received from yesterday to today, and how much pressure he has endured! Why are you so good? Xun helped you, and the cold wind signed you again, and the one who returned to Nantian, and those old screenwriters who praised your good notes outline... the gurgling sound, can't you let Wu Heng go? Let him go. "

Qi Cong squeezed the phone tightly, first turned on the voice changer that comes with the phone, then put the phone back to his ear, and asked: "I'm finished? Then I'll hang up, please don't call me again."

"Is your heart made of stone!" Lin Xiaozhi collapsed and broke out, her voice shrill, "You can't write "Chivalrous Bone", how did you write Wu Heng—"

"If you call again, I will immediately contact the lawyer and sue Wu Heng for plagiarism."

Lin Xiaozhi fell silent abruptly.

"I know that Wu Heng's act of plagiarism is not easy to tell, but it doesn't matter, I don't have to win the lawsuit. I just need to let the lawsuit go on, drag Wu Heng, drag him all and "Xia Bone" "The related business couldn't go on, and he was consumed with the things he greedily stole."

Lin Xiaozhi's breathing became heavier and he was obviously panicked, but still pretended to be calm: "That way you will also be held back, you won't do this, you won't win."

"I will." Qi Cong's tone was cold and merciless, "If you continue to entangled, then even if you sue Wu Heng will make me bankrupt, I will sue. You are right, my life is indeed very good, you You can come and try with me."

beep.

Lin Xiaozhi hung up the phone.

Qi Cong put down his phone, pulled Lin Xiaozhi's number into the blacklist, leaned back in his chair, looked up at the ceiling of the hotel room, and did not move for a while.

It's time to get a new number.

The phone's ringtone suddenly rang again.

Qi Cong raised his hand to block his eyes, and did not respond.

The ringtone disappeared, and then it rang again.

Qi Cong finally moved, sat up straight and picked up the phone with force.

The words Gu Xun flashed on the screen.

Qi Cong was taken aback, his frozen expression quickly melted away, and he put the phone to his ear. It took two seconds to realize that the phone hadn't been answered. He took the phone off and answered the call, and then put the phone to his ear again. Unconsciously breathe lightly.

"It took so long to answer, and it made you sleep?" Gu Xun's voice came, low, warm, and a little sorry, "But what should I do, you will leave Nancheng tomorrow, I'll take half an hour I have just landed in Nancheng, and if you don’t bother you, I might not see you before you leave Nancheng."

Qi Cong suffocated, his eyes widened slightly: "You...you won't be..."

"The voice is so dumb, is it really awakened by me?" Gu Xun's voice continued, softer, "Sorry. Will it work for five minutes? If it works, open the door for me?"?

Qi Cong suddenly looked sideways towards the door of the hotel room, ignoring an answer, got up three steps and two steps to the door, pulling open.

Outside the door was empty, only the corridor lights were cold and clear.

The bulging breath in Qi Cong's chest disappeared.

"Brought you a little gift."

A hand suddenly hooked a small bag and stretched out from the right, and then a figure turned out, tall and long legs, wide shoulders and narrow waist, although only wearing a simple black T and black pants, with a peaked cap on his head to block it. Eyebrows, but still beautiful.

It's Gu Xun.

Qi Cong met Gu Xun’s gentle eyebrows with a smile, stayed for two seconds and then returned to his senses. He first glanced at both sides of the corridor, then stepped aside and asked, “How did you find it? Did you come to Nancheng for a job? ?"

Gu Xun put down the bag in his hand and scanned Qi Cong's arms, legs and collarbone unmarkedly from his loose pajamas. He raised his hand and pressed down half of his face, following Qi Cong's sign to enter the house, and back. Said: "The next stop of "Heaven Questions" is here, and the date is tomorrow. I hurriedly ended my work in Shencheng and flew over one day in advance."

Qi Cong didn't notice Gu Xun's gaze, closed the door when he came in, turned and looked at Gu Xun who had already walked to the bed in the room, suddenly felt that the hotel room was a bit small.

Or maybe it was because Gu Xun was too tall.

"The quilt is so neat and you didn't sleep?" Gu Xun suddenly looked back.

Qi Cong hurriedly moved his gaze away from Gu Xun's legs, fixed on Gu Xun's face, nodded, and shook his head: "I am ready to sleep."

Gu Xun let out a "huh", sat down on the bed, patted, played, and commented: "Yes, very soft."

"..."

With this kind of atmosphere, this kind of environment, this kind of non-embarrassing or awkward relationship between the two, Qi Cong didn't know how to answer Gu Xun's words. He walked to the TV cabinet opposite the bed, picked up a bottle of water from above, turned and leaned on the TV cabinet, handed the water to Gu Xun, trying to change the subject: "Did you come alone? Where's the assistant?"

Gu Xun took the water, bowed his head and twisted and said: "The first sentence in the door is to ask my assistant..."

"what?"

Gu Xun looked up and smiled at Qi Cong: "He has gone to open a room for me. It's in this hotel."

Qi Cong nodded to express his understanding. He looked down at the pattern of the carpet under his feet, and instinctively avoided looking at Gu Xun.

Silence spread.

"Your WeChat, I saw it."

Qi Cong paused, looked up at Gu Xun, tried to calm down his tone, and asked: "So what kind of gift do you want...have you thought about it? This thank you gift is to thank you for helping me out on the live broadcast yesterday."

Gu Xun leaned over, resting his elbows on his knees, slightly raised his head and looked at Qi Cong from below, and replied: "I have never heard from you that I was thinking about this, and when I finally thought about it, I found out again. one thing."

The distance between the bed and the TV cabinet was not wide. Qi Cong leaned against the TV cabinet. Gu Xun sat at the end of the bed and leaned over to look up from the bottom. The straight line distance between the two of them was almost 20 centimeters.

Qi Cong even felt that Gu Xun's breath was sprayed on his chest and abdomen when he was speaking.

He stood up slightly and asked, "What did he find?"

"Found..." Gu Xun suddenly stretched out his hand and grasped the crown pendant hanging on Qi Cong's collarbone. His eyes were slightly narrowed, and there was a little dangerous emotion in it, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, making a kind expression, and the tone was also Gentle, slender fingers rubbed the little crown, seemingly random, but in fact it was trying to crush the crown with force, with a soft and low voice, "I found someone wearing this for you.",, everyone remembers Collect the website or remember the website, the website is m.. Free and fastest update. No anti-theft and no anti-theft. Report error chapter. Ask for books to find books. Chat with book friends