Who is not Bai Yueguang?

After saying these words, Bi He seemed to turn on a switch, and the tense lines of his whole body relaxed.He seems to have entered a state that he is best at. He seems to be indifferent to everything. In fact, he has almost convinced himself that even if Xue Qiao is surprised by him in the next second, no matter what the other party questions, it doesn't matter anymore. , it doesn't matter, he doesn't care.

He thought so, and waited for Xue Qiao to show an unacceptable expression, but he waited for a long time, Xue Qiao just frowned, but didn't raise his head, as if he had been thinking about something.

I have to admit that Xue Qiao looked very handsome and sexy when he was thinking, but Bi He didn't care to appreciate it at the moment, the ward was too quiet, he needed to think about something, so he began to wonder how Xue Qiao would speak, whether he should cheat Xue Qiao I'm sorry, maybe Xue Qiao will not forgive him, let Xue Qiao leave after the apology, he is a big star, so busy.

Bi He opened his mouth, but he couldn't think of what to say first anyway. He sank into the soft pillow and turned to look at Xue Qiao, only to find that the other party just raised his head and looked over.

He heard Xue Qiao sigh very lightly.

"Xiaohe." Xue Qiao looked at Bihe, there was no usual gentle smile between his eyebrows and eyes, and it didn't seem to be cold just now, but he looked helpless, "Am I not worth relying on?"

Bi He was stunned for a moment, he was a little confused by his question, he had a habit of speaking in a stupid way without thinking, and subconsciously said, wearing the mask of the yellow-haired Bi He: "What's the matter with me?"

Xue Qiao paused, then stood up and pulled the chair closer to the hospital bed, as if he had more to say.

Bi He tilted his head, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Then I heard Xue Qiao slowly say: "You looked at your phone and ran out anxiously. I want to ask what's wrong with you, and I'm afraid that something will happen to you in a hurry. In fact, I have been following you. Maybe you are too anxious , no matter how much I yelled, I didn't stop."

"I watched you do dangerous things, and in my heart... I don't know how to describe it. When you fell asleep, I wanted to ask the girl you saved, but she was also frightened. I'm not good. Excuse me, I don't know who to ask, I thought...anyone is fine, come and tell me what happened to Bi He, how did such a dangerous thing happen to you?"

Hearing what he said, Bi He opened his mouth to interrupt, but saw him smile very lightly, and then continued in a low voice: "You have been sleeping, but I have too many questions to find someone to answer , I... To be honest, I have never felt so angry, every second after you woke up made me restless, so that when An Jin came, I forgot to ask him what he knew."

When he mentioned the word anger, Bi He blinked his eyes, and said casually: "It's quite normal, you should be angry, because I'm lying to you."

Bi He is a person who tells lies in a way. In fact, he can and has the ability to make up new words to deal with Xue Qiao, but when Xue Qiao ran into him to save Sister Rui and the two, there were too many loopholes. Need to explain, Bi He suddenly felt boring, he used to play black-haired Bi He, because Xue Qiao liked it - he thought Xue Qiao liked it - but now he already knows, black-haired Bi He, yellow-haired Bi He is not Xue Qiao I like it, so what does it matter which Bihe he becomes in front of Xue Qiao?

He didn't want to lie anymore, so he might as well confess and be lenient—although Xue Qiao probably wouldn't be "lenient".

Bi He looked at the ceiling and said, "I'll tell you what you want to know - haven't you watched so many movies? Hmm... gang fights? It doesn't count, just... let's fight, hey."

He was talking nonsense, and when he turned around, Xue Qiao frowned again, looking really angry.His eyelashes trembled, and he said again: "I... Let me be honest, I lied these days, I didn't just return to China at all, no, in fact, I never went out at all... I... Forget it, it's too complicated , I don’t want to say, but I’m wrong anyway, if you’re angry, you can scold me, hit…you can hit me, and while we’re still in touch, just lighten… lightly, okay?”

Xue Qiao stared at him non-stop. He is always a person who is always blissful in the spring, and his cold appearance is also particularly scary.

Bi He's mind was turning slowly again. He thought that if Xue Qiao beat him, he would bear it obediently. If Xue Qiao asked him why he became like this, he didn't know how to answer, and maybe he could only answer in a foolish way. A "what are you doing".

He has been a yellow-haired Bihe for too long, and he no longer knows how to speak normally.

Thinking about it, he suddenly saw Xue Qiao stretching out his hand towards him, Bi He thought that he was about to be beaten, and subconsciously closed his eyes tightly.

There was a stabbing pain in his cheek, which caused Bi He to take a deep breath, and opened his eyes suddenly, only to see Xue Qiao curling his fingers next to his cheek, with no expression on his face.

Bi He stared at him blankly, then reached out his hand dully to touch the place that Xue Qiao had pressed, and found a hand of gauze.

Xue Qiao withdrew his hand, looked at him and said slowly, "I'm really angry."

Bi He paused: "...um."

"But." Xue Qiao sighed, as if he was about to reach out his hand again, Bi He thought he was going to press again, so he quickly stretched out his hand to cover the gauze wound on his cheek, but saw that Xue Qiao just pulled up the quilt for him, and then Squeezing the corner of the quilt, "I'm not angry with you for other things, do you remember what you said after you fell in high school?"

Bi He stared at him blankly, and he whispered: "You said that you will pay attention to it in the future, and you won't hurt yourself."

"Xiaohe, I have asked you many times, do you have anything you want to tell me? Is there anything I can help you with? But you never said anything. You just went there without looking back for such a dangerous thing. I even saw you collide with another car...I don't blame you, I just..."

At this point, he paused, and suddenly there was more frustration and depression that Bi He couldn't understand in his tone: "I'm not good enough, it's not worthwhile for you to ask for some help when necessary."

Bi He said blankly: "No..."

"If I were more reliable," Xue Qiao whispered, "maybe you wouldn't be hurt."

"...Wait." Bi He hesitated, "Why do you want to self-criticize? It's... I'm lying to you, I'm not what I used to be at all, and I'm not a good person at all, but I still want to Pretending to lie to you in front of you, you really don't...no...beat me up or something?"

Xue Qiao's gaze fell outside the small window of the ward, and it took a long time to turn back to look at Bi He, who was holding his breath, and suddenly smiled again.

His smile still looked a little helpless: "I've been waiting for you to speak."

Bi He was taken aback: "What?"

Only then did Xue Qiao slowly say something that Bi He hadn't thought of at all: "Actually, I saw you before the day you came to the airport to look for me."

Seeing that Bi He's eyes widened suddenly, he smiled again and said: "About three days before that day, I went to drink with a team of a TV show, and I left a private room on the way, and saw you in the lobby with some... ...friends together."

"You seem to be playing cards and having a good time. I'm not sure if it's you. After all, you were..." At this point, he smiled and added a digression, "Yellow hair suits you quite well."

Bi He felt that his head could not turn anymore, and he didn't realize how to reply him, so he heard Xue Qiao continue: "When I came back and passed by you again, I heard someone call your name, so I was sure it was you I originally wanted to say hello to you, but at that time you were already leaving, it was inconvenient for me to chase you out, and I didn't think too much about it at the time, so I went back."

"I sent you an email when I got home."

Bi He was taken aback: "But I..."

"Well." Xue Qiao said, "Your phone number has been changed, and I don't know if your mailbox is still in use. You haven't replied to the emails I sent you before. But I want to try, if I don't receive your reply I'll think of another way. The next day I had an announcement and went out of town, thinking about coming back and continuing to contact you. "

As he spoke, he looked down at Bi He, and his expression had returned to his usual look: "Then you came here."

Bi He was dumbfounded: "You already knew I was lying to you..."

"At first, I didn't think you were lying to me." Xue Qiao said, "I thought you might have something, and you didn't want to explain it to me for fear of trouble. I didn't think it had anything to do with it, after all, it was your own private matter."

"But after getting along for a few more days, I found that you still seem to be the same as before, with..." He smiled, "It's different from what I saw in the bar that day, and I was also surprised, but I think these You will definitely tell me what you want to say, and I have no position to ask you."

Bi He couldn't help but said: "I'm lying to you, how could I expose myself."

Xue Qiao said helplessly: "I think differently from you. I thought that when you wanted to talk, you would naturally talk to me... Speaking of this, I am actually quite frustrated. I have no way to be like you." Same as before, if you persuade me patiently, you will open your heart to me...Xiaohe, we have been separated for too long, and after you came back, it seemed like you lifted a shell and you no longer trust me."

"I..." Bi He almost lost his ability to speak at this moment, and could only stare blankly at Xue Qiao.

After Xue Qiao said this, he fell into a long silence. It was so long that Bi He's vision began to blur, and he heard him sigh again.

This sigh is not the same as all the previous sighs. If Xue Qiao was helpless and frustrated before, then at this moment he seems to have suddenly fallen into a quagmire that Bi He can't see, using a kind of sigh that can't be used in any way. Words—whether self-blame or regret—couldn't describe his current state.

"I've been thinking about it since the first day I saw you again." Bi He heard him whisper, "At that time, I shouldn't have listened to you."