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When getting out of the car, Feng Yao sighed that Qi Jia lived in a good location, but the more he walked in, the more he realized something was wrong, the alleys were narrow and crowded, the neighborhood didn't even clean up the garbage in time, let alone the corridors full of small advertisements, and there wasn't even an elevator , can only go up the cold and dilapidated stairs.

The floor layout of the old house is extremely poor. The public kitchen is located in the corridor. With Feng Yao's physique, he is like a big dog in a hamster's nest. Only by walking sideways can he barely get oil stains. After entering the gate, he reveals an incredible He didn't expect that such a small place could be rented together. Two shirtless men walked around stepping on their slippers. After seeing Feng Yao, they looked him up and down, and then went into the paint-stained room. The door went.

After entering Qi Jia's room, Qi Jia took the vegetables bought from the roadside and said, "I'll go outside to wash the dishes, you can play with your phone first."

"Oh..." Feng Yao was still looking around like a curious baby. He found that Qi Jia's room was pretty good compared to the outside. Although the floor and wallpaper were seriously damaged and the furniture was old, at least it was clean. There are also several pots of green plants, and a small balcony less than one square meter protrudes from the small door on the other side, facing a tall commercial building not far away.

After a while Qi Jia came back, took out an induction cooker from under the bed, moved it to the balcony with a small square table, and miraculously took out a set of simple kitchen utensils from nowhere, and skillfully started cooking.

He was in a depressed mood, and he was busy with himself, without calling Feng Yao at all.

On the way back, he sent Li Wan one last message: "Wanwan, have a good time with him." After sending it, he deleted her, not wanting to read her reply.

He knew why Li Wan chose someone else.Money, romance, thoughtfulness... Finding a partner is always something to look forward to, and he is not only poor and boring, but also caressing about the market, borrowing money to buy a house for Li Wan in S City, never even thought about it.

Under Xiaodong's reflection, he even began to suspect that his feelings for Li Wan for so many years were all fake?

"Hey... can you do it? I haven't cooked, but you have to make a fire anyway?" Feng Yao urged, leaning against the bed.

Qi Jia heard the words and plugged in the induction cooker: "You'd better stay away, I'm not responsible for the splash of oil."

Sure enough, Feng Yao took two steps back: "Your living conditions are too bad, why is Shen Wenle treating you like this?"

"He is very kind to me, and I am the one who wants to live here."

"And saving money to get married?"

"No."

"What is that for?"

What are you doing?Among the rows of houses on the left and right of his hometown, only his house has not been renovated, and he is stuck in the tall and bright new houses around him. His mother seems to be short even in life, and his sister Qi Qi and her boyfriend are in a stable relationship Seeing that he had to talk about marriage, he couldn't let his only biological sister be wronged and her husband's family look down on her. Anyway, there were many places asking for money in the family.

And he himself is only 25 years old, and he can wait a few years for major life events, so he is naturally pushed to the back.

"We poor people just want to live a better life," Qi Jia replied, "Why don't you tell me about you, you're already a film star and you don't need money. I'm curious what plans people like you have for the future?"

"Buy a big house and live a chic life." Feng Yao said.

"Huh? That's what you're thinking about? Your house isn't big enough, and your life isn't chic enough?"

"I bought the land in China and it doesn't belong to me. I plan to retire at the age of 35, go abroad to buy some land, and then do whatever I want in the world."

"Speaking of which, when I was a child, what I yearned for the most was to own a farm like on TV... But what a pity to retire at the age of 35, will you not make movies in the future?"

"Movies can be shot at any time. What I mean by retirement is earning enough money. Do you understand financial freedom?"

Qi Jia put the lid on the pot, looked at the sudden heat, and wondered what she was thinking: "Oh, financial freedom..."

Feng Yao was very excited: "Let me tell you, I am the best at making money, and maybe I can reach my goal at the age of 30."

"Isn't your father taking care of you?"

"It won't happen in the future. I have a pair of grandparents in their 90s who are alive and kicking and in power. Let them know that my dad dares to bully their most precious grandson, so they don't want to take advantage of the inheritance."

These things are too far away from Qi Jia, so far away that it doesn't feel real to hear people say it in front of your eyes, not to mention that he is not in the mood at the moment, he poked the braised chicken in the pot and said perfunctorily: "Okay."

The two chatted one after another, and Qi Jia quickly finished a few fast dishes, such as braised chicken nuggets, scrambled eggs with tomato, fragrant dried shredded pork, sliced ​​cucumber, and a soup, which filled the small table to the brim.

One is a dick who rents her husband's house, and the other is a young master who lives in a mansion. The two sat face to face in the evening breeze in early May and had a home-cooked meal like a class dialogue.Because there were not enough stools, Feng Yao had no choice but to sit on Qi Jia's bed, and compared his height boredly to see if he was lying flat.

From this day on, whenever Feng Yao is free, he racks his brains to eat food—it is not accurate to say that it is not accurate, after all, it is charged according to the high price of 200 per dish. Accepted.

After dinner that day, Qi Jia squatted in front of the faucet on the small balcony to wash the dishes, while Feng Yao burped and blew the air, proud of himself like an old man.

Just after putting away the things, the door rang, and then came the unfriendly voice of the roommate: "Qi Jia, another friend wearing a mask came looking for you."

Qi Jia opened the door suspiciously, and found that it was Shen Wenle, so she quickly pulled him in.

"Huh, Mr. Feng?" After entering the door, the first thing Shen Wenle saw was Feng Yao in the middle, and he looked at Qi Jia suspiciously.

"I'll tell you later," Qi Jia said.

There were three grown men standing in the small room in Shilaiping, feeling cramped no matter what, after Qi Jia finished speaking, Feng Yao took the initiative to speak: "I'm leaving now."

In fact, he was not in such a hurry, but when Shen Wenle came, it would be embarrassing not to leave, so he had to put on a mask and hat and go outside.

When he turned around to close the door, he saw Shen Wenle grabbing Qi Jia's hand: "Jiajia, I need you!" Then a gust of wind came and knocked the door shut.

He knew that Shen Wenle was gay, and he was the one who suddenly appeared to help Qi Jia back then. Seeing how close the two of them are today, he couldn't help but have some thoughts, could it be that they...

As he walked, he thought, a pile of dumped garbage fell under his feet, and he felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

Until the evening, Feng Yao still couldn't stop the messy thoughts in his head, but he didn't turn a single page of the script in his hand.

Anyway, he had to ask tomorrow to clarify, and finally he came to a conclusion, although he didn't know why.

At this moment, the phone beeped, and a WeChat notification came.

It's Qi Jia.

"Fuck your mother Feng Yao!!! My bed was collapsed by you!!!"