Who is not Bai Yueguang?

Bi He opened his eyes, the bus passed by a shopping mall, and the carousel in the square at the entrance was shining with colorful lights, and a group of little Douding sat on it so happy that their facial features were all laughing together.

He looked away, looked at his face reflected in the car window, and carelessly twitched the corners of his lips.

Even if his hair is dyed black, he can no longer be the same person he used to be.

The car enters the station and exits the station. If you don't get off here, you will leave Tongzilou.Bi He looked up at the side of the street, but sat still.

Drunkness surged up again and again, Bi He felt a little irritable, and didn't even know where he should go.He felt that there was nothing wrong with his life in the past few years. He had a simple residence, did not eat well but did not worry about it, and had few friends. .

But An Jin will check it out soon, and then he will know all his life in the past few years, and what he looks like now.

As soon as Bi He thought of this, he couldn't help but bumped his forehead against the window glass. He didn't have time to let An Jin know, so what, he just instinctively wanted to stay away, and subconsciously didn't want the other party to know the fool with the yellow hair Bi Wo.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with this Bi He, but anyone—anyone who knew the black-haired Bi He, he didn't want them to know this Bi He.

Go back to Xue Qiao's house.

At this moment, he strongly wanted to go back to Xue Qiao, even if he went back, he would still lock the yellow-haired Bihe in the box.

Bi He took the car back to the city expressionlessly all the way, got off the car and walked leisurely to Xue Qiao's community.The place where Xue Qiao lived was where celebrities gathered, and the transportation was convenient but not crowded.By this point, there were not many people on the street anymore.

One or two sports cars whizzed by, and the wheels ran over the puddles on the side of the street, splashing half of Bi He's pants.

Bi He: "..."

At this moment, the malevolent smile of the man with flower arms on the wine table flashed across his mind, the calm and indifferent expression of Sister Rui standing by the river flashed for a while, and An Jin's voice kept saying "" You haven't changed at all, you're the same as before."

The nerves in Bi He's mind broke with a "snap", he took a long breath, and raised his head suddenly, "Ah!"

The sports car that had already sped away suddenly came back, and stopped in front of him with a screeching brake.

Bi He held his breath in his chest, and turned his head to look blankly at the cool car body.

The car window was rolled down, revealing a strange and good-looking face: "Are you crazy?!"

Bi He: "???"

He felt that the other party turned around and scolded him for being crazy, which is also quite crazy.

But the voice was a little familiar.

Bi He looked at him for a long time, the man raised his chin, and said arrogantly: "Don't yell on the street, it's embarrassing."

After speaking, the car window was raised and closed, and he left with a "swoosh", spraying Bi He with car exhaust.

Bi He: "???"

He looked around inexplicably, and he was almost sober after being drunk for a while, shook his head that was still hurting badly, and walked into the community.

Xue Qiao should come back from the event today, and Bi He thought about the excuse for a long time in the elevator, and finally picked the one he thought was the most suitable to deal with the problems he might face later.

However, when he opened the door, the room was completely dark, still the same as when he went out during the day.

It seems that Xue Qiao really hasn't finished his work yet.

Bi He breathed a sigh of relief, changed his slippers in the entrance, carefully put his shoes into the shoe cabinet, and then turned on the living room light and entered the room.

As soon as he entered the room, he felt that he was full of alcohol, so he hurriedly opened the window that was locked when he went out, went back to the room, took his pajamas and went into the bathroom.

Xue Qiao was away for the past few days, and Bi He didn't care about his hair. The black pomade he put on a few days ago was almost expired, and when he stood in front of the mirror after taking a shower, the black color had gradually faded.

Bi He was extremely sleepy, his upper and lower eyelids were so sticky that it was hard to distinguish them, but his remaining rationality was pulling his nerves vigorously, making him drag himself back to the room to take out the pomade, and dab his head at the same time bit by bit indiscriminately.

After that, he threw the clothes into the washing machine like a walking dead, and spent 12 points on his research, before he started to spin up Xue Qiao's high-end washing machine that he had never seen before.

After finishing all this, Bi He almost collapsed on the sofa, and considering the newly dyed hair, he poked his neck in a very funny way.

Director, acting is really tiring.

he dozed off thinking.

The sound of the door opening and the sound of talking mixed together, causing Bi He to open his eyes suddenly, almost bouncing off the sofa.

Seeing Bi He suddenly jumped up from the sofa, Xue Qiao was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Haven't you rested yet?"

"You're back." Bi He stood up and greeted him mechanically, and then saw the manager who came in with Xue Qiao, "Qin, Brother Qin."

Qin Liran nodded to him as a greeting.

The two walked into the living room, and Bi He took a step back subconsciously.

He didn't know why he was a little nervous, even after taking a shower and changing clothes, he still felt that he smelled of alcohol.

"Why is your face so red?" Xue Qiao approached him, and naturally reached out to touch his forehead, "Are you uncomfortable?"

Bi He shook his head: "No, it's just a little headache."

Xue Qiao frowned immediately when he heard the words: "The sequelae of last time? Have you been to the hospital these two days?"

Bi He lowered his head and said nothing.

"Xiaohe." Xue Qiao's voice sounded above his head, "Don't make fun of your health."

Seeing that Bi He still didn't speak, he said again: "I will accompany you to the hospital now."

Bi He hurriedly wanted to speak, but heard Qin Liran beside him calling faintly: "Ah Qiao."

Bi He turned his head and looked over, seeing the other party's gaze behind the glasses was a little cold: "The matter just now is not finished yet."

"Not in a hurry today." Xue Qiao said, "You have worked hard, go back first, I will take Xiaohe to the hospital."

Qin Liran didn't speak, and turned his head slightly to look at Bi He.

Bi He hurriedly said: "I, I, I... I'm fine, it's just hot, let's talk about business."

"Are you really okay?" Xue Qiao asked worriedly.

Bi He shook his head quickly, but still shrunk his neck back.For some reason, he was a little afraid of Xue Qiao frowning.

At Bi He's insistence, Xue Qiao gave up. Bi He moved to the room sensibly, but was stopped by Xue Qiao. The other party went into the kitchen to warm up a glass of milk and stuffed it into his hands, before he and Qin Liran concentrated on talking about business.

Bi He didn't leave or stay, so he had to pretend to be a transparent person sitting at the dining table and drinking milk carelessly.

Xue Qiao and Qin Liran's voices were not loud, but the house was so big, Bi He could still hear their conversation.

"The promotion of "Wolf Smoke" will start in autumn." Xue Qiao's voice was very calm, "It's not suitable for such a heavy role, I don't want to lose my concentration when acting."

Qin Liran didn't speak, and his expression was not happy: "Then what do you want to play?"

"Wait until there is a character you are interested in." Xue Qiao said, he looked into Qin Liran's eyes with a serious expression, "Liran, you don't have to be too impatient, trust me."

Qin Liran also looked at him, the eyes behind the lens were beautiful and focused, the surroundings were quiet, the expression on his face was changing little by little, the eyes were very complicated.

"This is a leading actor that is sure to explode, and the quality is also..." He said a little unwillingly.

Xue Qiao smiled, and suddenly Bi He coughed from being choked by milk from the dining room behind him, Xue Qiao turned his head and called, "Xiao He, what do you think?"

Bi He was taken aback for a moment, he never thought that choking on a sip of milk would attract the attention of the other side, he raised his head hesitantly: "Ah...ah?"

"The character I talked to you about last time." Xue Qiao looked calm, "Do you think I should take it?"

Bi He didn't turn his head around, and said in a daze: "It's just as long as you like it."

Xue Qiao smiled, turned to Qin Liran and said, "I will not change my mind."

Qin Liran was silent for a while, and finally nodded in compromise: "Since you have decided, so be it."

After speaking, he stood up and said goodbye, and took a look at Bi He before leaving.

For some reason, Bi He felt that his eyes were a little cold.

After the door was closed, the living room became quiet again.Bi He stood where he was, and asked Xue Qiao a little uneasy: "Did I say something wrong?"

Xue Qiao laughed: "No." As he spoke, he reached out and stroked his hair.

Bi He lowered his eyelids slightly, his eyelashes trembling.

"Have you finished drinking?" Xue Qiao took the glass in his hand, went into the kitchen to wash the glass, "If you are sleepy, go to sleep."

The light in the kitchen is warm yellow. Because of the open kitchen, Xue Qiao doesn't often cook dishes with oily smoke at home. The whole kitchen is simple and clean, with the same neat atmosphere as the owner.Xue Qiao stood in front of the sink, facing Bi He sideways, his handsome side face reflected in the warm yellow light, giving him a sense of distant tranquility.

Bi He stared blankly for a while, then slowly said: "I'm not sleepy, I want to watch TV."

Xue Qiao put the water cup into the cupboard, turned on the TV for Bi He, and put the remote control into his hand: "Look first, I'll take a shower."

"Yeah." Bi He nodded, retracted into the sofa and really pressed the remote control.

There was the sound of rushing water in the bathroom, and Bi He pressed a circle of channels. Lizhi TV was doing a special program, introducing the big IP drama "Wolf Smoke" that had just been completed some time ago.

He looked at the young man in the southern military uniform on the screen. His eyebrows, eyes, nose, and lips all overlapped with the wind.

Looking at it, Bi He felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and he didn't know when he fell into the sofa.

Xue Qiao came out of the shower, and the washing machine not far away made the beeping sound of finishing work. He changed his footsteps and took Bi He's T-shirt and trousers out of the washing machine to dry, and then put the towel around his neck to start again. Into the living room.

There is an advertisement on the TV, which is a bit noisy, but the people on the sofa are sleeping soundly.

Xue Qiao got closer, squatted down beside the sofa, and saw Bi He's sleeping profile when he lowered his head.

Bi He is indeed a good-looking boy, and he will always look like a young boy, handsome and clean.He nestled sideways on the sofa, with half of his face buried in the shadow, and the exposed half was fair and clean, but his brows were frowning when he fell asleep, not very happy.

Xue Qiao looked at it quietly for a while, but didn't notice the soft look on his brows and eyes.

But after a while, he realized that something was wrong, and he moved closer to look at Bi He's face, and then reached out to touch his cheek.

Immediately, he frowned immediately, got up and went back to the room to change out clothes, went into the guest room and took Bi He's, walked back to the sofa, bent down to Bi He's ear and whispered to him: "Little He, wake up."

Bi He fell into a drowsy sleep, moved his body and buried his whole face in the sofa.

Xue Qiao reached out and pushed his shoulder with just the right amount of strength: "Xiaohe."

Bi He opened his eyes impatiently, his expression blank.

"You have a fever." Xue Qiao whispered, "Let's go to the hospital, come."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to pull Bi He. Bi He suffered from a headache and was not awake at all. He frowned and lay on the sofa: "Sleepy."

"Sleep after seeing the illness." Xue Qiao said irresistibly, seeing that he was lying still, he put both hands on his shoulders and half dragged and half hugged him to sit up.

Bi He complained in a daze of dissatisfaction, Xue Qiao pressed him to prevent him from falling back, and said in a low voice: "Then you sleep first, I will carry you."

Bi He closed his eyes and didn't know if he heard it, Xue Qiao didn't allow him to refuse, and reached out to change his clothes.

When her fingers touched the opening of his pajamas, Xue Qiao paused, then unbuttoned it with a normal expression, and changed his clothes for him.He pulled his own coat and put it on for Bi He before bending over to carry him on his back.

As soon as he walked to the door and opened it with some difficulty, but there was the sound of the key turning, Xue Qiao glanced at the door lock unexpectedly, and took a step back.

As soon as Qiuqiu opened the door, she was stunned: "What's wrong with this?"

"Xiaohe has a fever." Xue Qiao said, "It's just in time, help me get my things."

"Oh." Qiuqiu stretched out his hand to pick up something slowly, and didn't react until halfway through the movement, "Wait, Brother Qiao, are you going to the hospital just like this at this point?"

Xue Qiao said: "Otherwise? He has a fever."

Qiuqiu said "Ouch": "If you have a fever, you can take antipyretics, and you should at least wear a coat and a mask, right?"

Xue Qiao was stunned for a moment, only to realize that he was only wearing a black shirt, and he didn't bring any of the "outing equipment" that the swing and swing reminded him, so he sighed.

"Put him down first." Qiuqiu closed the door, stepped forward to touch Bi He's forehead, "Fortunately, it's not too hot, let him go and have a look."

Xue Qiao disagreed: "He just bumped his head a few days ago, so he can't keep being so careless."

Qiuqiu wanted to say something, but Bi He called out in a daze: "... Ah Qiao."

Xue Qiao quickly responded.

"I don't want to go to the hospital." Bi He's forehead hung on Xue Qiao's shoulder, and his soft hair gently swept his neck, "I want to be at home."

His voice was very soft, but he didn't know which word convinced Xue Qiao.

Xue Qiao sighed, turned around and went back to the guest room with Bi He on his back, Qiuqiu was stunned, put down her things and followed in.

Carefully putting Bi He into the soft bed, Xue Qiao said to Qiuqiu: "Sister Qiu, I'm sorry."

Qiuqiu immediately understood: "I'll be right back." Then she turned around and went out again.

As soon as Bi He's head touched the pillow, his body moved immediately, and he turned sideways and curled up into a ball uncomfortable.

There was a thin layer of cold sweat on his forehead, Xue Qiao touched his forehead with the back of his hand, and put it on the back of his neck for a while, then got up and turned on the air conditioner in the room, went into the kitchen to get a glass of fresh water Wo bedside.

He sat on the edge of the bed without saying a word.

Qiuqiu quickly bought a thermometer and antipyretics and came back. Xue Qiao measured Bi He's temperature, helped him up and took antipyretics, and then let him tucked into the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Seeing that Bi He's expression became more stable, Xue Qiao led Qiuqiu out of the guest room quietly, and asked her in a low voice, "It's so late, what's the matter?"

Only then did Qiuqiu remember the purpose: "It's nothing, you forgot your phone in the car at night, and I'll bring it back for you."

It was only then that Xue Qiao realized that the mobile phone with the private number was not in his hand. He patted his forehead tiredly and said with a smile, "I'm really going to be dizzy from work. Please run for a while."

"Of course you don't have to be so polite with me." Qiuqiu said, took the phone from the bag and returned it to Xue Qiao, "Then I'm leaving, brother, it seems that Bi He is fine."

"Go back and rest." Xue Qiao sent Qiuqiu to the door, thought about it but was worried, "It's too late, I'll take you back."

"No, no, no!" Qiuqiu said, "I came in Sister Han's car, and she is waiting for me in the parking lot."

Only then did Xue Qiao nod his head: "That's fine, be careful on the road."

After seeing off Qiuqiu, Xue Qiao turned around and realized that the TV hadn't been turned off yet, the advertisement had already finished broadcasting, and the special program was replaying.

Xue Qiao bent down to turn off the TV, and the moment before the screen went black happened to be his own camera.

He just remembered, it seems that every time Bi He watches TV, he is in the camera.

Xue Qiao stood quietly in front of the TV for a while, went into the guest room and sat down on the edge of the bed, Bi He didn't sleep soundly, kicked off the quilt, pulled the quilt over Bi He's stomach and thighs, and softly The bangs are parted.

Bi He opened his eyes blankly at this moment.

Almost instantly, the expression on Xue Qiao's face changed.

Before Bi He woke up, the expression between his brows and eyes was almost tense, the corners of his lips didn't have any curvature, he just sat quietly on the side thinking about something, his whole person was alienated and indifferent that outsiders had never seen .

But the moment Bi He opened his eyes and looked at him, he subconsciously softened his brows and eyes, his eyes were calm and gentle, without any aggressiveness.

Bi He stared at Xue Qiao's eyes as if he was looking very seriously, but Xue Qiao knew that he was not awake.

Sure enough, soon Bi He closed his eyes sleepily again, and then Xue Qiao heard him whisper softly: "Ah Qiao..."

Xue Qiao paused, bent over to get closer to him, and heard two soft words.

"come on……"

Bi He threw his mobile phone into the drawer. Originally, he was supposed to sit down and do his summer homework as usual, but he couldn’t calm down after sitting at the table for a while. He couldn’t write any more after only writing the word “solve” in the math test paper. .

He felt he had done nothing wrong.

He doesn't like An Jin, so he can't give hope to the other party. It should be right to draw a clear relationship earlier. Originally, they are also people from two worlds. For Bi He, who is not good at communication, communicating with An Jin is actually a bit tiring.

But he has seldom rejected others so decisively, and he always feels uneasy.While in a daze, the phone in the drawer suddenly vibrated.

Bi He took out his mobile phone and looked, but it was Xue Qiao who hadn't seen him in the past few days during the holiday.

He picked up the phone, and Xue Qiao's smiling voice came from over there: "I'm passing by the bookstore, and the lower part is out early, come and see."

Bi He was taken aback, then nodded subconsciously: "Okay, I'll come."

"No hurry." Xue Qiao said, "Be careful."

After hanging up the phone, Bi He picked up his phone and wallet and was about to go out.

The living room was quiet, Bi He's mother was preparing dinner in the kitchen, and Professor Bi, who was supposed to be in the study, was also in the kitchen, talking to Bi's mother in a low voice.

Bi He took a glass of water to drink, and faintly heard that the two seemed to be planning to go back to the countryside to see Bi He's grandmother.

Bi He put down the water glass, went to the kitchen door and knocked on the door frame: "Dad, Mom, I'm going to buy a book, and I'll be back soon."

Hearing his voice, both parents turned their heads. Professor Bi just said "Yes", and Bi's mother said a few more words: "Be careful, do you have enough money?"

"Enough." Bi He replied, "I'm going out."

He changed his shoes and went out with his bag on his back.

The summer vacation was the hottest time in City D. Bi He raised one hand to block the sun above his head, and took two bus stops to the bookstore near the school.

Xue Qiao stood waiting for him at the door. During the holidays, the boys didn't wear school uniforms, simple T-shirts and trousers, but they seemed to have suddenly changed from handsome in school days to handsome in adults.

Bi He trotted a few steps to him: "I've been waiting for a long time."

"Your face is a little pale, aren't you feeling well?" Xue Qiao asked with concern.

Bi He shook his head: "No, I just ran in a hurry."

"What's the rush?" Xue Qiao smiled, "Let's go."

The two entered the bookstore, and the novel they had bought together had indeed been released ahead of schedule, and it was placed on the most conspicuous new book shelf at the door.

"My house is going to have dinner, I have to go back early." Bi He said regretfully, still looking at the cover of the novel.

"Then let's read a short paragraph first." Xue Qiao paid the money and handed the book to Bi He, "Didn't you always want to know what happened afterwards?"

Bi He thought his proposal was good. There happened to be a bench in the shade outside the bookstore, and the two sat there. Bi He bowed his head and flipped through the books, while Xue Qiao sat quietly and looked at his mobile phone.

Xue Qiao replied to his friend's WeChat messages and turned off his mobile phone. When he turned around, he saw Bi He's serious expression, as if he had to read the punctuation marks clearly.

After a while, Bi He closed the book, turned his head to look at Xue Qiao, and said with a disappointed expression, "Sure enough, he is dead."

Xue Qiao smiled and said, "You spoiled the story."

Bi He was taken aback for a moment before he realized it, and apologized, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Xue Qiao moved his long legs and leaned back on the back of the chair, "By the way, I forgot to ask you, how did you do in the final exam?"

"Very good." Bi He said, paused and suddenly blinked a little slyly, "The comprehensive score of science is higher than yours."

Xue Qiao was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed "haha": "It's not surprising, you are already very good."

Bi He pursed his lips in embarrassment, and asked, "Is your class going well?"

"It's also pretty good." Xue Qiao nodded, "The performance is really interesting, but there will definitely be less time to go back to school in the future."

Bi He nodded: "After all, it takes time to study professional courses."

At the end of last semester, Xue Qiao suddenly signed up for an acting course and became an art student to everyone's surprise.In most majors, art students—especially acting and fine arts, are the shortcuts that scumbags find to go to college. Top students like Xue Qiao rarely take this path.

But Bi He knew that this was the only way Xue Qiao wanted to go.

When the summer vacation is over, they will be promoted to the third grade. Bi He will officially become a college entrance examination candidate who counts down every day, and Xue Qiao will no longer just go to acting school on weekends and holidays. He will even sacrifice most of his time at school to attend classes and exams .

It is not easy for ordinary people, but Bi He somehow and blindly thinks that as long as it is Xue Qiao, it will be fine.

Thinking of this, Bi He tilted his head and looked at Xue Qiao motionlessly.

Xue Qiao felt his gaze, and met his gaze: "What's wrong?"

It was also because the other party was too handsome, maybe it was because the weather was too hot, and Bi He couldn't tell what it might be, but he felt his cheeks burning for no reason.After staring at Xue Qiao for a long time, he suddenly laughed, his eyes curved.

"Come on," he said.