Sustained high temperature

"Look directly at the dark blue sky, walk over step by step, slowly hold your breath, and let the sea water flow over, from your ankles to your knees, and then to your chest. When the cold water almost reaches your eyes, close your eyes Eyes. Come here, come here, come this way."

Feng Qi clenched her fists tightly, a drop of cold sweat dripped from her forehead.

Xia Rong frowned and looked at him: "Are you uncomfortable?"

Feng Qi unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, pushed back the broken hair on his forehead, revealing some red eyes.He took a deep breath, tried to clear the voice in his head, and said slowly: "It's okay, it's a little hot."

Xia Rong nodded, tapped his fingers on the table, and the two of them were silent for a moment.In the end, it was Xia Rong who spoke: "Don't renew the contract, have you considered it?"

Feng Qi showed an inexplicable smile: "Yes."

Xia Rong stared at his smile with puzzled eyes: "Feng Qi, you are 27 years old. As a model, this age does not have much advantage. But think about your previous record, and with your conditions, once the transformation is successful, you There may be immeasurable achievements."

The man on the opposite side of the desk has a perfect figure on the picky catwalk, especially his eyes, which are strong in oriental color and have personal characteristics, have always attracted attention on the international catwalk.

Those distant and indifferent eyes glanced casually, making people feel that the person in front of them seems to be far away, but it is not cold.This pair of eyes gave people just the right sense of distance, coupled with Feng Qi's somewhat lonely temperament, he was easily separated from the crowd.

And Feng Qi smiled even wider, nodded and said: "But I have been in the modeling industry for ten years."

In fact, this is not too long.

In this company, Feng Qi is not the most important model at this stage, but perhaps he is the most special.

Xia Rong hardly ever saw him smile, especially the unreadable smile like now.

Xia Rong has only been transferred over the past two years to take over Feng Qi's management affairs, but he is not very familiar with him. In fact, he has never seen Feng Qi have even a close relationship with anyone in the company.

Xia Rong feels that he is like a self-enclosed boy in school, even though Feng Qi is already 27, maybe this is why Feng Qi's career cannot reach a higher level.

At the age of 20, he became famous in the first battle, and major brands cast olive branches on him one after another. In those one or two years, he walked all the big shows in the world.Feng Qi, who has an impressive appearance and outstanding expressive ability, may be able to reach the peak.

Xia Rong really felt it was a pity, but he knew that Feng Qi had no intention of doing this.Although he is focused on his work, he lacks fighting spirit.Even if you don't intend to go to the international runway again, you don't intend to transform.In the current situation where domestic models are cross-border electric shock movies or reality shows are so hot, as long as he is willing, he can still have a good development, but Feng Qi is not moved by it at all, and refuses all of them.

Xia Rong has no other choice, the contract expires, it is up to Feng Qi to decide whether to stay or not.He stretched out his right hand to Feng Qi: "Then I wish you a better place in the future."

Feng Qi held his hand, the corners of her eyes slightly curled up, "Thank you."

Xia Rong looked at his tall back and stroked his chin thoughtfully. Feng Qi seemed to be relieved at that moment, but it made him feel that it was just the relief that Feng Qi thought he had, but in fact he fell into a bigger predicament among.

Xia Rong shook his head, collected his thoughts, and continued to work.Now that Feng Qi's contract has ended, this person has nothing to do with him.

Feng Qi walked out of the company's gate, the weather in early March was still cold and cold.Facing the biting cold wind, Feng Qi was expressionless, and was about to step down the steps when he was suddenly hit hard, and he instinctively stretched out his hand to grab the person who hit him.

It's a boy.As thin as bean sprouts, Feng Qi grabbed his back collar with one hand.

He turned his head and pursed his lips stubbornly.A pair of eyes were bottomlessly black, the corners of the mouth were bruised, and there were several scratches on the face, but after seeing Feng Qi's face clearly, his eyes became startled and nervous.

Being sized up by such eyes, Feng Qi was stunned.

But the boy broke free from him and ran forward, he said something to Feng Qi in a weak voice, Feng Qi couldn't hear clearly.

Footsteps sounded from behind, and the security guard stopped beside Feng Qi, wondering to himself, "This kid is really weird."

Feng Qi turned his head to look over, the security guard smiled at him, and began to chat: "He came to ask me if our company was hiring cleaners, I thought he was quite young, so I asked him how old he was, and he was so frightened that he hurried Run away." The security guard scratched his hair, and asked with a silly smile, "I don't look so scary, do I?"

Feng Qi shook her head, her eyes focused on the ground in front of the steps.

He walked down the steps, picked up a small bag that the child had dropped on the ground, opened it, and saw that there was a pile of small change in it, and even an ID card.

Feng Qi took a few glances: Lin Chuyan, a foreigner.

The person in the photo is much healthier than the one I saw just now. There is still flesh on his face, and he is not as thin as he is now.

Feng Qi held the card and stood there for a minute.

He caught a glimpse of the kid back again, standing by the flower bed, staring at the ID card in his hand.

He was so thin that it was unbearable to look at him.The height may be about 1.7 meters, but because of the skinny body, the figure looks extraordinarily small.But unexpectedly he looks good, he is a very clean boy, his thin cheeks can't stop his energy, and his eyes are as bright as incandescent lamps.

Feng Qi somehow thought of his high school years, what was he like during that time?

Just one piece of trash.

Feng Qi put her eyes on him generously.

The child was wearing an old thin coat, and his legs were trembling slightly, probably from the cold.

Feng Qi was also only wearing a shirt, with his jacket in his hand, but he seemed to have lost consciousness, he couldn't feel the coldness at all.

Sensing Feng Qi's gaze, the child clenched his lower lip, his expression tensed and vaguely filled with awe-inspiring righteousness.

This child obviously belongs to the kind of person with a story, Feng Qi suddenly felt a strange emotion, he showed a strange smile, walked over and said to him like teasing a child: "Chuyan, you dropped something .”

Lin Chuyan opened his eyes wide, never expecting that he would be called that, and stood there stupidly looking at Feng Qi.

Feng Qi didn't smile anymore, just looked at him a few times, and asked: "Cold?"

Lin Chuyan shook his head reflexively, but unconsciously gathered his clothes together.

Feng Qi's eyes sensitively caught this detail, he stuffed Chuyan's ID card back into the bag, and put the bag into the coat pocket on his arm.

He directly put his coat on Lin Chuyan: "Put this on."

With more weight on her body, even though she was warmer, Chu Yan still naturally wanted to refuse.

Feng Qi left without looking back.

His back was so special that Chuyan's words got stuck in his throat.

For a moment, Lin Chuyan almost felt that taking this dress was like taking away a shackle from him.

In this gloomy afternoon, Feng Qi's back was so light that it was almost impossible for people to recognize him from the gray sky.

He left far away, and the distance between Chu Yan and Chu Yan was filled with the sharp sound of cars and the noise of crowds, and Feng Qi was like a cloud of dust, floating in the air, no one could catch him .

Chu Yan thought in surprise: This feeling came again.

Three months ago, he escaped from that dark place.It was the first time I took a long-distance train, and the moment I got out of the station, I saw a huge poster of this person. Feng Qi on the electronic screen in the building opposite the station was really shocking.

The face was stern and three-dimensional, and his eyes were only looking directly at the camera, but his gaze was like a flash of lightning, cold and threatening, passing through the bustling crowd and shooting straight into the hearts of the people.

At that time, Chu Yan couldn't simply describe the photo with good or bad. He just felt that the exhaustion and fear accumulated on the road all fell into his heart.

That night, he looked at Feng Qi's photo and cried loudly.

Chu Yan couldn't understand, how could someone have such eyes?Desperate to know life and death, indifferent as a stone.It's as if you give him everything and he won't take it, he doesn't want anything.

Can a person live without thinking about anything?

Chu Yan, who had finally escaped, yearned for a good life and a brand new future, but Feng Qi's eyes almost made him doubt life, and he was almost knocked down by Feng Qi.

Even though that photo frightened him, it seemed to have some kind of hidden meaning that always bewitched Chu Yan to look at it.

Nervous and unable to contain himself, Hatsumura wanted to check it out almost every day, until the poster was replaced a few weeks ago.

He came here today just after seeing a job advertisement, but the police interrogation by the security guard made him panic. He was afraid that his secret would be discovered, so he ran away in a panic and ran into the person in the poster. Faintly excited, she even subconsciously whispered that sentence to Feng Qi just now: "I don't."

Lin Chuyan will not be intimidated by that look, he wants to overcome it.

The author has something to say: finally opened this article.Ah, the studies are really heavy, but I can't hold back.

A novel written completely according to my own preferences, I hope readers will like it too.

Let's get rid of the mine: If the protagonist is concerned, you can make up a book of quotations from the sophomores.

Since the author is extremely naive in the second grade, this article is also extremely naive in the second grade.