Sustained high temperature

Feng Qi walked slowly on the side of the road.Although he has a very good record among domestic male models, but because he is extremely low-key, and models are not as well-known as celebrities, few people can recognize him when he is wandering on the street.

However, because of his outstanding image and temperament, passers-by turned their heads frequently.

The voice in his head continued for a long time, causing Feng Qi to have a splitting headache.

Just as the traffic light was about to change, he saw a little child carrying a big schoolbag walking forward in a daze, and a big truck was coming fast.

Feng Qi's heart tightened suddenly, he took a few steps forward, grabbed the child by the back collar and dragged him back.

He was tall and strong, and he didn't care much when he was in a hurry, so the child was strangled by the collar.Because of being grabbed suddenly, the child's entire brain was occupied by fear and suffocation, he cried out with a "wow", and threw his fists like raindrops at Feng Qi.

The truck rumbled past him with a cloud of dust and sped away.

Pedestrians gradually surrounded behind him, people who didn't know the inside story, they had a sense of justice, they attacked them together, surrounded Feng Qi in the middle, and scolded him bloody.

The dense sound of cursing in my ears, the crying of children, and the loud sound of waves hitting the rocks in my head all came together.

Feng Qi felt that he was in a black mosquito net, but this mosquito net was useless at all, instead it cut off the light. Countless mosquitoes buzzed against his ears, but they couldn't catch them no matter what.

He pushed aside the crowd irritably, and walked in another direction, when a girl's shrill voice slammed at him: "Do you think you are so good-looking? Why do you bully children? You have no quality, you have a skin! "

Feng Qi paused, turned his head, and looked over seriously.

The girl blushed suddenly.

Feng Qi glanced coldly at the crowd around him, his expression indifferent.

The girl looked ordinary, but because of this furious action, she automatically separated from the crowd and stood in the middle like a pole, with her chest heaving slightly, she couldn't tell whether she was shy or angry.

Feng Qi thought it was very ridiculous.It's his business to explain or not, it's their business to know the reason.

Blame him, okay.

Why the extra appearance?

Do you think that belittling the beauty of others can cover up your lack of confidence in your appearance?

There is a word, called cover up, which seems to be very suitable for the current situation.

Feng Qi asked softly: "Do you still want to say: 'A good-looking skin is the same, but an interesting soul is one in a million', and, do you think you are the one in a million?"

Feng Qi really hated this sentence very much.

The girl's face turned even redder, but her lips turned pale from her tight pursing.

Feng Qi didn't pay any attention to the comments from the people around him that he was "arrogant", "shameless" and "bullying women". He said impersonally: "There are many people who are not confident. Your words reflect that you Quite lacks this kind of self-confidence. From this, it can be inferred that you are just the same as me, the same, and you are not as good-looking as me—a layman."

After saying this, Feng Qi turned around and left.

He is the most unconfident person.Therefore, I especially look down on people who have no self-confidence, just like looking down on myself.

Blocking off the cursing behind her, Feng Qi walked very conspicuously, as if she was on a runway, her every step was heroic.

Feng Qi walked away with his proud steps, and finally stopped on a stone bench in a park.He squatted on the ground, laughing out loud, so indulgent that he slapped the stone with his palm.

Sometimes laughter is good, but it can also be painful.

The palm of the hand slapped the stone too vigorously, and it swelled up quickly, numb, itchy and painful.The laughter stopped, but Feng Qi's hands didn't stop.

After a long time, Feng Qi sat on the ground with his back leaning on the stone chair.He was a little dazed and suddenly didn't know what to do.

In fact, he hadn't been this aggressive in a long time.There was indeed a tyrannical element in his nature, but he rarely showed it.The actions just now were obviously overdone.In particular, he is also considered a public figure.

He felt a headache, and the waves in his head were endless, forcing him to seduce him over and over again.

Feng Qi sat there in a daze, her arm was suddenly knocked off.Lin Chuyan sat next to him and glanced at him uneasily.

Feng Qi looked at him dumbly, as if he couldn't speak, it took him a long time to say: "What's wrong?"

Lin Chuyan was even more confused.He didn't know what he was going to do, and followed him quietly all the way while holding his clothes, only to catch a glimpse of his self-contradictory appearance.For a while, he was arrogant, and for a while he was downcast. Now this dull appearance is even more miserable.

After being relatively silent for a long while, Chu Yan stretched out his hand to him, with a milk candy in his palm, he tilted his head like a primary school student and asked earnestly, "Do you want candy?"

Feng Qi hung his head wearily, and said in a low voice: "Don't eat."

Lin Chuyan withdrew his hands, hugged his knees and looked at the sky, and stopped talking.

But Feng Qi felt uncomfortable.He turned his head to look at Chuyan, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Lin Chuyan shook his head, thought for a while and said, "I've seen a photo of you."

"Oh." Feng Qi has nothing to say, he has taken countless photos, it is not surprising that people who have seen him have an impression of him.

Lin Chuyan stood up quickly as if he wanted to prove something, and said to him, "That one is like this."

Hatsumura imitated his pose and eyes from that photo.He tried his best to show that he has no desires and desires, and he is alive as if he is dead. Unfortunately, he is born with no talent for acting. He just looks like he is staring, his lips are tight, and he looks like he is about to fight with someone.

Feng Qi couldn't help grinning.

Lin Chuyan sat back down in frustration, and sighed: "I can't learn it." That kind of look is not something anyone can have.

Feng Qi smiled slightly and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Lin Chuyan jumped up suddenly, and said, "This!" He handed the coat to Feng Qi, "Thank you, I can't take it."

"Is there anything I can't take?" Feng Qi looked at the thin coat on his body and frowned, "You don't wear much."

"But you wear less clothes, and," Lin Chuyan said in a low voice, "we don't know each other either."

Feng Qi felt very indifferent.If he wanted to give it, he just gave it.So he took the coat, put it on Lin Chuyan again, and said, "I know your name, Chuyan, little flame."

Feng Qi looked like a strange and warm big brother, even though he didn't know the reason for his kindness, Lin Chuyan still felt quite comfortable in his heart.In addition, his desolate and lonely back just now was too shocking, and Lin Chuyan couldn't refuse him.

Lin Chuyan smiled at him: "Little Huomiao sounds too naive. I'm almost eighteen."

"Isn't it already?" Feng Qi remembered the ID card.

"We are only half a year old, a few months away." Lin Chuyan said.

Feng Qi nodded, children nowadays are so obsessed with age.

Lin Chuyan sat closer to him and asked, "You see, you've already seen my ID card, but I still don't know your name?"

Feng Qi pressed the center of his eyebrows, looking a little tired: "Feng Qi."

"Which Qi?"

Feng Qi tilted his head back slightly, exposing his slender neck, and recalled his mother's serious voice: "You want me to go to the palace, send me to the palace. The Qi of Qishui." Considering that this set of answers has been used for so many years, it still feels awkward to read.

Lin Chuyan was a little envious, because his name had no provenance.Even though Feng Qi's name was picked out from a poem, he couldn't feel any artistic conception, but it still felt quite powerful.

How easy it is to name.Recite poems, recite words, recite ancient prose.

Too bad he won't.

Thinking of her, Lin Chuyan's heart was about to shatter.Damn, a drug dealer among all living beings who everyone shouts and beats.

Lin Chuyan stuffed a piece of candy into his mouth, crushed it vigorously, and swallowed it.He stood up and said sincerely to Feng Qi: "Your name sounds really nice."

Feng Qi smiled: "Aren't you going home?"

Lin Chuyan was stunned, and after a few seconds, he frowned and chose to tell the truth: "I don't have a home."

Feng Qi took a look at him, then turned around and let out a soft "oh".

Lin Chuyan laughed: "It's okay. I'm not upset because of this, it's okay."

"I don't think it's related." Feng Qi glanced at him, "Me neither."

Lin Chuyan looked at him aggrievedly, is this brother polite, can he speak?

Feng Qi couldn't help but laughed again: "Give me a candy too."

Lin Chuyan took out one and gave it to him, complaining, "Why don't you just give it to you? Pretend that adults don't eat candy."

Feng Qi peeled off the candy wrapper, said with a smile: "I didn't want it just now, and I didn't say that adults don't eat candy."

Lin Chuyan was eager to perform, and immediately restored his expression at that time.He lowered his eyes, glanced at the candy in Feng Qi's hand from the corner of his eye, and said coldly, "Don't eat it." Looks like you won't eat."

The corners of Feng Qi's eyes were curled up, eating candy, watching this two-year-old boy write, direct, and act.

Lin Chuyan looked at him and felt very confused.He was obviously smiling, but why did his eyes still have the lingering despair like that photo?

"Are you unhappy?" Lin Chuyan asked straightforwardly.

Feng Qi replied casually: "Do I have to be happy?"

Lin Chuyan shook his head and said, "Anyway, I must be happy when I smile. I think smiling is good, easy and comfortable, so I pursue happiness."

Feng Qi sighed with a bit of self-deprecation and half-truth: "There are so many emotions, but the only pursuit of happiness is not to be ungrateful to emotions such as sadness, anger, and regret."

Lin Chuyan was dumbfounded, not knowing how to answer.He hadn't thought about this question. Last second, he was ambitious to conquer the despairing eyes of the other party, but now he was a little confused.

Lin Chuyan was at a loss, so after thinking for a long time, he took out the last candy from his pocket and handed it to Feng Qi, looking at him helplessly, hoping that he would be happier after eating the candy.

Feng Qi held the candy and sighed.The crimson sunset glowed in the sky, Feng Qi stood up, and tapped Lin Chuyan's head a few times with her fingers: "If you can pursue happiness, then be cruel to other emotions, little one."

His voice was soft, but it sounded like a sigh of regret from an old man in his twilight.Chu Yan suddenly felt very sad.

ten minutes later.

Lin Chuyan stood outside the supermarket holding a large bag of candy, frowning as Feng Qi walked away slowly.

Lin Chuyan found out that Feng Qi gave him a bag of candies and a coat.

And he sent nothing.

Lin Chuyan was extremely entangled: not only failed to defeat him mentally, but also told him that he should not despair even if he died.On the contrary, materially, he lost completely.

The author has something to say: a story about growth and redemption.The protagonist will change slowly, and this stage is relatively sad.

This subject is not very easy to write, and I'm not sure if I can write it well, so let's try anyway.