The male god said he was straight

When he got home, He Xiao discovered that Qi Xia had brought home two sets of scripts. He opened them up and read them. On the cover, there were a few large characters "Li Ting Banquet".

Qi Xia went back to the study room and took out a small wooden box from the desk drawer. When the wooden box was pulled open, there was a small Tianhuang seal inside. Qi Xia dipped some ink pad with the seal and covered it firmly on the cover.

It is impossible for He Xiao to recognize a seal script with several strokes twisted into several bends, "Is this your private seal?"

Qi Xia put the stamped cover aside to dry, "This is Teacher Shen's seal, and he originally wrote "Li Ting Banquet"."

So it is consolation to take out another set of stamping the private seal of a deceased teacher. It is worth mentioning that Teacher Shen's private seal is actually in Qi Xia's hands.

He Xiao touched his chin and stood aside, as if he could see what he was thinking, Qi Xia said: "This is Teacher Shen's relic, and I was originally asked to pass it on to an old friend of his, but the person he wants to pass it on is not there yet. I have no choice but to keep it myself."

Today Shen Shaojie talked about Mr. Shen’s relics. In fact, Qi Xia himself also had them. When Mr. Shen was dying, he and Wei Yang’s father were the only ones guarding the hospital. This thing was given to him alone to avoid the heartless people. Obviously he didn’t want it. Let others know, so he won't tell Shen Shaojie.

Qi Xia said, carefully put the seal back into the box and put it away, and soon took out a wooden box of about the same size from the drawer.

He Xiao: "...?"

Qi Xia was a little embarrassed: "..." This is his own. When he was acting together in a drama a few years ago, he saw Mr. Shen stamping the script and thought it was very tall, so he carved one according to it.

Qi Xia ignored this sense of shame for a moment without psychological hindrance at all. The same Tian Huangshi was stamped firmly on the cover of his own script, and the shape and position were similar to those of Mr. Shen.

He Xiao: "..."

After Qi Xia finished tossing around, he brought the script back to the room by himself. He Xiao found that his life was actually very simple. There was a notice on the notice that as long as he didn't mess around when he was at home, he had almost nothing to do except exercise, read scripts and practice basic skills.

After getting something of interest, Qi Xia plunged into the room and didn't come out all afternoon. He Xiao stayed by himself for a while, and simply turned to the balcony of Qi Xia's room from the balcony of the living room. Maybe he is used to him always being in front of him. Qi Xia watched He took no surprise at a glance and continued to bury his head in his script.

He Xiao sat cross-legged on the ground, finished smoking a cigarette, and took out a bag from his pocket, which contained the brazed steel pipes and small hardware he used for daily use from the utility room a few nights ago. He wanted to see if he could assemble these little odds and ends into a pistol himself. The brake frame was finished last night, and it only needed further assembly.

Time always passes quickly when you are concentrating on doing things. In a blink of an eye, the sun was setting and I heard a crisp ringtone in the room. I looked back and looked in. Qixia turned off the alarm clock on her mobile phone, stood up and put the script aside, then raised her hand to untie it. Unbuttoning the coat, he slowly took off the coat and threw it on the bed, and then moved his hands to his waist in front of him.

He Xiao: "..."

The shell was quickly pulled and loaded, and with a bang, the small and sharp steel rod flew out and dinged towards the wall beside the balcony.

The person who was untying the belt turned around when he heard the voice, "...!!" Oh my god, I forgot that there was someone on the balcony.

He Xiao ignored the careless and bewildered deer, packed his things in twos and twos, got up and put his arms on the railing, and jumped back to the open hall neatly.

Qi Xia stood on the ground with red ears, but he didn't have much time to continue to stare blankly. He set the alarm clock because Chu Yi's small reception was tonight.

However, his brain has never followed other people's scripts, and this time it finally turned on him.

Qi Xia changed her clothes and went downstairs, He Xiao and the female assistant were in the living room.

He Xiao's thick eyebrows were slightly frowned, and the female assistant was wearing an exquisite dress, and said to him: "You don't want to go today, I thought about it, it's better for me to go through the scene for you in this situation, and I will do it later. Tell Chu Yi that you have a cold and need to rest."

Qi Xia: "..." Being rejected, this is different from what was agreed.

Originally, the most ideal plot was that he brought a pair of azure porcelain bottles to congratulate Chu Yi in a polite and non-enthusiastic manner. After all, Chu Yi had nothing wrong with him, and his hardworking, humble and dedicated acting skills were also online. , A few blocks better than those little fresh meats of his same period.

After being stunned for nearly half a minute, Qi Xia said, "Okay."

If you don't go, you don't go.

After listening to the female assistant, she tidied up and went out in a swaying manner. Qi Xia sat in the living room and didn't go up. She simply turned on the TV with the remote control and sat on the sofa to watch silently.

Qi Xia seemed to be still concentrating on watching, her eyes fixed on the screen for a moment.

He Xiao sat on the side and didn't make a sound. If you look carefully, you can see that Qi Xia's eyes are empty and unfocused. There is a direct sales advertisement on the TV. The complete set of XXXX cooking machines only costs 998.

Knowing why he was so depressed today, He Xiao felt somewhat helpless, but now he is more concerned about the crux of the problem: "Why are you so sensitive about sexual orientation."

Qi Xia's eyes almost drifted over, her expression was still blank, yes, why.

After a long time, his eyelashes drooped, "My parents are very traditional, and the entertainment industry is chaotic. I can't let them down again."

What kind of circle is his circle? There are a lot of handsome men and beauties everywhere, and there are a few good men standing on high places, and the men who break in will care about you. After such a stir, it's hard to tell the sexual orientation.

Qi Xia suddenly remembered his male manager at that time, who also made him obey the rules, and always hated him for pretending to be arrogant and ignorant.

"People look at you to give you face. No matter how many people want to climb into his bed, they can't do it. Who do you think you are nobler than?"

"I'm an actor, not a male prostitute."

"Don't put gold on your face, the young master of the nightclub is much more beautiful than you now, you can't tell the fuck yourself, don't be tired and suffer with your predecessors."

"Qi Xia, I'll just talk about it today, and I can't help you next time."

Qi Xia stood up resolutely and turned to go upstairs, but a few steps behind the sofa, there was a large photo hanging on the wall, and it was him holding the trophy standing on the radiant stage of the Academy Awards.

The hardships of the past intertwined with the colorful flowers in front of him, Qi Xia suddenly felt dizzy.

But out of the corner of the eye, he saw someone who seemed to be looking at him, Qi Xia turned his head, He Xiao's eyes were very serious, and they fell directly on him.

Qi Xia: "..." No, what he said just now.

He couldn't remember it, so he had to ask.

He Xiao was a little helpless, Qi Xia had to be distracted, he didn't say anything just now.

But now he has something to say, "Today's reception, do you want to go?"

Qi Xia: "..." Although apart from sexual orientation, he admires Dao Yan and Chu Yi the most in the circle, and it is estimated that these people will be there tonight.

But people are hard to tear apart, do you understand?

But He Xiao had already stood up, looked him up and down for a while, "Let's go, I'll take you there."

Qi Xia turned around and walked upstairs.

He Xiao was a little worried: "Do you think your body is upright?"

Qi Xia said: "I'll find clothes for you to wear."

He Xiao: "..."

This kind of small circle gathering does not require formal attire. What Qi Xia found for He Xiao was a thin leather jacket, which was given to him by an editor of a fashion magazine years ago, but it was too big for him.

He Xiao wore it just right, and Qi Xia was a little worried on the way, "We don't even know where to put the invitation card, you can definitely go in."

He Xiao felt that his focus was too strange, "Swipe your card with your face."

Not long after, the car stopped at the door of Chu Yi's small villa, and someone took them in. When they approached the living room, Chu Yi came out by himself, still smiling brightly, "Mr. Qi."

Seeing this picture without a trace of haze or suspicion, Qi Xia blushed a little. It was indeed just as he thought, a small private party, not too many guests, but there were still a few people sitting in the living room nodding to Qi Xia It doesn't even count.

Seeing Qi Xia coming, they got up and said hello, Chu Yi was very considerate and left Qi Xia to sit here.

Instead, he took him and He Xiao to continue walking inside, saying, "Director Yan and the others are inside."

Qi Xia walked in, and the brightly lit small hall was full of colleagues from his last drama group.

And his female assistant, when she saw him coming, she got up and smiled and told him to sit down: "Is it better after taking the medicine?"

Qi Xia took a seat next to her, and said yes to smooth things over for her.

And He Xiao was sitting not far from Qi Xia, and all the people present were talking about trivial matters in and out of the play. Although Qi Xia still didn't talk much, he looked very serious when listening to people talking, and it seemed that he was really I really like the atmosphere of this kind of people and groups.

He Xiao went there with the intention of correcting Qi Xia's peculiar thinking, and he couldn't believe that after seeing Chu Yi in the same frame as his family, Qi Xia still couldn't wake up.

But Chu Yi was present, and the other owner hadn't met face to face. Just as this thought flashed in his mind, a tall figure suddenly appeared at the door of the small hall.

At this time, Qi Xia was sitting with his back to the door, so he felt that there was someone behind him leaning on Chu Yi's face.

Chu Yi only glanced behind him, and a bright smile instantly burst out from those black and white eyes. This kind of joy from the heart is very contagious.

Someone held a cup in the small hall, "Mr. Qin."

Qi Xia turned her head and saw Qin You, Chu Yi's marriage partner.

Looking back at Chu Yi's eyes full of love that can make the world shine, this moment cannot be said not to be shocking, Qi Xia has been acting for so long, and he understands that eyes are the most difficult to fake.

So I thought Chu Yi liked him before...

It was a complete misunderstanding.

Qi Xia: "...!!!" Oh my god!

He hurriedly lowered his head to serve the wine, and took a long sip in silence.

Right now, his feelings are similar to those when he was changed into a girl's skirt by his aunt when he was a child. Relaxation and embarrassment fly together, shameless and angry.

As soon as Qi Xia thought about it, his eyes went blank. He Xiao knew that he understood. On the long and bumpy road to save the Bengkai male god, he had fought and failed repeatedly, and finally won one round tonight.

However, he underestimated the enemy again, and what happened after that night taught He Xiao again that the mind of the so-called male god is something ordinary people can't guess and control even if they try their best.

Qi Xia's strange brain circuit ran out like a mad dog on the road that none of them could predict.

The author has something to say: Hahahaha, Qi Xia's thinking and style reminds me of a CCTV program "Zhengda Variety Show" a long time ago.

The host traveled all over the world, talking a lot about customs and customs, and suddenly found something that a dog didn't recognize, and he dinged, "Excuse me, what does this do?"

"Male god, what are you thinking about?"

"Male god, what do you want to do again?"

Qi Xia: "(⊙v⊙)."