Who is not Bai Yueguang?

It was already past lunch time, but a table of guests in the shop who were chattering and drinking hadn't left yet.The proprietress sat at the door cleaning the tableware that had piled up at noon. The old bowls that had been used many times were piled up in a large plastic bucket.

The proprietress brushed the bowl and looked back. The group of people happened to be about to leave, and they called the boss drunkenly to pay the bill.

"Come and clean up!" The boss shouted in the store, the lady boss wiped her hands and got up, but saw a person crawling on the table, who seemed to be drunk.

"Drunk too much?" She stretched out her hand and pushed, and the person lying on the ground bounced up, and looked over with wide-eyed eyes.

The proprietress was also a little scared: "Hello, handsome guy?"

In fact, Bi He couldn't see the face of the proprietress in front of him clearly at all. He just felt that the alcohol in his stomach was overwhelming, and while he was burning uncomfortably, it seemed that something was rushing up in his chest.He stared at the front with rounded eyes, feeling a little nauseous, then turned his head and looked around dully, thinking that it would not be good to vomit in someone else's shop.

He and the proprietress stared at each other for a long time, then stood up abruptly, rushed out, crouched next to the sewer cover and retched.

The proprietress: "...!!!"

Bi He really drank too much, he was not able to hold alcohol at first, and after he finished speaking, he was forced to drink several big cups by Huang Ge's group of people who seemed to be smiling but not smiling. He only felt that his body was full of alcohol, and his stomach was uncomfortable Can't spit out anything, can only squat over there and retch.

The weather in the past few days has not been as hot as before, but the sun is still shining brightly at this point. Bi He stood up unsteadily, and slowly moved away under the horrified eyes of the proprietress.

Back in Tongzilou, the bare-bottomed children were still playing in the corridor, Bi He made a face at them, the little poor children ran away in a swarm, Xiaoying's mother who was washing clothes in front of the sink was hit by the little poor children who came running After a while, he pointed the cannon fire at Bi He: "I'm going to die!"

Bi He went upstairs in desperation, passing by the door of Xiaoying's house, at the half-open window, Xiaoying secretly watched the video under the cover of exercise books and textbooks.

"Your mother is here!" Bi He shouted out of his heart.

"Oh my god!" Xiaoying was taken aback, and hurriedly hid her phone. After a while, she realized that the voice was wrong. When she looked up and saw Bi He, she immediately rolled her eyes, "Brother Xiaohe, are you bored?"

"You didn't go to school?" Bi He asked.

Xiaoying glanced at him with caring eyes for a fool: "Today is Saturday."

Only then did Bi He realize that he was so drunk that he didn't know what day and night it was: "What are you secretly watching? Be careful, I'll tell your mother."

"You can't." Xiaoying didn't believe him, and took out the phone and looked at the screen and laughed.

Bi He propped his elbows on the window sill and leaned over to take a look, and as expected, he was looking at her male god again.Bi He had watched this variety show, but it wasn't the one I saw in a small restaurant that Saturday night.

"Cut." Bi He tapped Xiaoying's head disdainfully, "Nympho."

"Don't you appreciate such a good-looking person in front of you?" Xiaoying didn't even raise her head, "Ah... Brother is really handsome..."

Bi He stretched out a finger and poked her shoulder: "Well, my brother and I are high school classmates."

Xiaoying raised her head: "Really?"

Bi He nodded seriously: "Really."

Xiaoying pointed outside: "Grandma Wang is jumping rope on the roof."

Bi He didn't turn his head back: "Come on, how can she skip rope when she's an old bone."

"How is it impossible?" Xiaoying said, "You can brag."

"..." Bi He paused, "You are so ungentle, how can you marry a male god when you grow up?"

"Who is going to marry a male god?" Xiaoying showed the eyes of a caring fool version 2.0, "Good-looking people can only be seen from a distance and not played with. Brother Xiaohe, you are quite old, why don't you even do this?" Understand."

Bi He: "...Oh."

Xiaoying withdrew her gaze from the screen, stared at Bi He for a few times, then suddenly got up and approached Bi He to smell it, and immediately moved away in disgust: "My God, you're going to drink again."

Bi He also felt that he smelled of alcohol, and didn't want to talk to Xiaoying, so he waved his hands and shuffled back to sleep.

When she turned around, she heard the loud laughter of the variety show coming from Xiaoying's mobile phone.

"I'm sure many girls want to know this question! All of you here must answer honestly—what kind of person is your first love?"

The host's voice became even louder as soon as the host's words came out. After a mess of human voices, Xue Qiao's deep and smiling voice floated into Bi He's ears through a cheap mobile phone.

"My first love..."

Bi He opened the door dizzily, thinking that if he slept for a while, he might be dreaming again.

When he fell into the pillow and fell asleep, he really had a dream.

Bi He knew it was a dream, because the man in front of him was the real black-haired Bi He.

The sunshine in the dream was so good that it made his and Xue Qiao's faces brighten up.

"From the context of the second paragraph, this should be the past perfect tense, so choose..."

Xue Qiao's voice was low, and he seemed very patient. Bi He was sitting next to him and listening carefully, but for some reason, he suddenly lost his mind and turned to stare at his tough and smooth side face.

Looking at it, I also forgot to listen to what Xue Qiao said.

"Xiaohe?" Bi He didn't come to his senses until Xue Qiao called out several times.

He blinked, and said a little embarrassedly: "Ah, sorry."

"What's wrong?" Xue Qiao asked with concern.

Bi He's thick eyelashes trembled, and he looked up at Xue Qiao, who was looking at him intently, his pupils were light-colored under the sun, and for a moment, Bi He felt that the world was a little too quiet.

He felt his face was slightly hot, looked around slowly, and quickly lowered his head.

"No, it's okay, let's continue..."

When Xue Qiao's voice flowed slowly in the air again, Bi He pressed the back of his hand to his cheek desperately.

Maybe it's too hot.he thought in a daze.

Bi He was awakened by the heat.

Although the weather is not as hot as the previous few days, it is still summer after all. The old fan in Bi He's house has not been used for a long time, and a thin layer of dust has accumulated.He was too sleepy when he entered and had no intention of cleaning, so that the sweltering heat blocked the continuation of the dream.

When he opened his eyes, there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead and the back of his neck.

At this time, the wine had passed a little bit, and Bi He felt a little pain in his head. He turned his head and looked out the window, and it was already dark.

He lay still, staring at the ceiling for a while.

I felt hot again while lying down, so I sat up slowly.The girl who lived on the same floor was going out to work the night shift, and she was standing on the balcony talking to Xiaoying's mother; Da Wu, who was driving a truck downstairs, was washing dishes and singing at the same time.

There is also Xiaoying, who is pretending to recite English texts as soon as she hears it.

But Bi He still wondered why the room was so quiet.

For a moment, he was a little confused about what he was doing. He lowered his head and sniffed his clothes, but there was still a smell of alcohol.

He sent Xue Qiao a text message during the day, and he knew that the other party had finished work early today, so he must have gone home by this point.Bi He looked at his clothes and decided to go to the public bath to take a bath and change clothes before going back.

Making up an excuse and tossing himself, Bi He chose the latter.

He was playing a troublesome game that had to be piled up with countless lies, but he didn't want to stop.

Bi He recalled what Xue Qiao said in the variety show, and rubbed his stomach with his hands.

His stomach was empty, he was hungry.

The car drove on the viaduct, and there was a bit of a traffic jam. The driver slowed down and reached out to turn on the car stereo.

As soon as Qiuqiu listened to the music, she was delighted: "Uncle Wang, you are quite trendy."

"That's not true." The driver smiled, "Isn't this Xiaoxue's song?"

"It's not Brother Qiao's song, it's a character song." Qiuqiu corrected with a smile, "Is Yan Shaowu's character song in "Wolf Smoke" written well? I know the girl who composed it!"

The driver nodded half-understood, Qiuqiu became addicted to chatting with him, and stopped by to watch the drama that was going to be aired during the winter vacation.

Xue Qiao sat in the back seat and gave her a funny look. The street lights beside the viaduct were on, and a beam of warm light flowed from under his eyelids.

Qin Liran lowered his head and pressed the phone, and said to Xue Qiao: "Since I won't be playing Feng Qizhen, I will take some more activities for you during this time."

Xue Qiao turned his head and cooperated: "I listen to your arrangement."

"The TV station will have an anniversary party in a while, and I will tell you the specific arrangements." Qin Liran looked up at Qiuqiu in front of him, and reminded, "Qiu Qiu, remember the itinerary."

Qiuqiu immediately agreed: "Hey, no problem!"

After finishing speaking, he asked again: "Brother Qin, what kind of party is the TV station? You don't want Brother Qiao to sing, do you?"

Before Qin Liran could answer, he laughed "puchi".The smile hadn't come back yet, when she turned her head and saw Xue Qiao raised her head to take a silent look, the smile froze on Qiuqiu's face, and she closed the zipper on her mouth twice with "hehe".

Of course, Qin Liran would not be in the mood to joke with her, so he turned to Xue Qiao and said, "I didn't ask you to sing solo, just sing the theme song with other guests of "Old Friends Apartment", and then interact with the host."

Xue Qiao paused: "Can we just sing in chorus?"

"Yeah." Qin Liran didn't look up, "I asked them to delete your solo."

"Pfft, Brother Qin, you understand too well." Qiuqiu couldn't help but turn around and interject.

Xue Qiao silently turned his head to look out the window, he didn't really want to speak on this matter.

Qin Liran flipped through the itinerary he had recorded, and said: "Go back and rest early, I won't follow tomorrow's event, I have something to deal with, Qiu Qiu."

Qiuqiu hurriedly turned her head: "Yes!"

Qin Liran glanced at her leisurely: "Don't make any problems."

"Relax, don't worry." Qiuqiu agreed with a guilty conscience.

Qin Liran turned his head and said something to Xue Qiao: "Yesterday Huang Shen asked me to jointly stir up scandals, but I didn't agree."

Xue Qiao was a little disgusted with this kind of thing, and frowned upon hearing this: "Who?"

"Huang Shen, he has brought a newcomer." Speaking of another manager who is also Huang Yao's trump card, Qin Liran said calmly, "His methods are not simple, so be careful when you go in and out of the house recently."

"Well, don't worry." Xue Qiao said.

Qin Liran flicked his mobile phone, and after a moment of silence, he casually said: "How long will your friend stay?"

Xue Qiao tilted his head: "What's wrong?"

"Among the younger artists in the company, only you and Ji Yan are on the front line." Qin Liran's tone was flat, "It's inconvenient to have outsiders living at home."

Xue Qiao smiled.

Qin Liran didn't hear him, so he raised his head to look at him, and saw Xue Qiao leaning back on the seat, looking out of the window slightly, Qin Liran could only see half of his side face.

"Xiaohe is fine." It took him a long time to hear Xue Qiao chuckle, "Don't worry."

Qin Liran was silent for a while, but stopped talking.

The car drove off the elevated road and went all the way back to Xue Qiao's house.

"Brother, I'll pick you up at six o'clock tomorrow." After Xue Qiao got out of the car, Qiuqiu stuck her head out of the car window to remind her.

"Don't worry, you can sleep longer." Xue Qiao said, "Go back and rest, good night."

"Hey, brother!" Xue Qiao had already walked towards the elevator in the parking lot, when Qiuqiu remembered something, called him back, picked up the paper bag at his feet and handed it to him, "Don't forget things."

"I really forgot." Xue Qiao smiled, "Thanks, let's go back soon."

As he spoke, he tilted his head to look at Qin Liran: "You should also rest early and leave."

Qin Liran glanced at the beautifully packaged dessert bag in his hand, his expression unchanged.

Xue Qiao said goodbye to several people, and the tall figure disappeared into the parking lot.

Qiuqiu turned around cautiously: "Brother Qin, let me take you home first?"

It took her a long time to hear Qin Liran say: "No, I'll see you off first."