The male god said he was straight

When He Xiao came out of Qixia's room, he happened to meet the female assistant standing alone on the balcony outside the hall.

It wasn't until he opened the door and entered the room that the woman asked, "Who the hell are you?"

He Xiao took off his coat and threw it on the bed, "What do you want to say?"

It would be an ordinary bodyguard who can confront Wei Yang, and the look in his eyes when he hugged Qi Xia in the lounge in the afternoon, the female assistant still feels a little nervous when she thinks about it, "Are you here for Qi Xia?"

He Xiao stopped touching the cigarette, took it out of his pocket, and sat down at the foot of the bed.

But he didn't answer the female assistant's words. He was silent for a moment and said in a deep voice: "It was Qin You's person that night, and the matter is temporarily settled. Be careful when dealing with you in the future."

The matter related to Qin You was settled lightly, and the female assistant was even more shocked, "You—"

But she still held her breath, took a deep breath, and said: "I don't know what your identity is, but you should also be able to see that Qi Xia doesn't like men at all these days. Over the years, I have been spotted not only once or twice, but I was blocked by Mr. Duqiu."

"It can be seen that you are not the kind who doesn't care about it. Now I ask you to make it easier for us low-level people. We won't be able to explain what happened."

He Xiao supported his knees with his arms, lowered his head, and just raised his eyes to look at her.

The female assistant said: "When will you leave, please let me know when you have thought about it."

Qi Xia had another dream that night.

In a daze, it was still the night eight years ago, when he collapsed on the back seat of the car and tried all his strength but couldn't even lift his fingers.

But there was still a residual consciousness in his mind, and it was the first time he knew that the sound of tires rubbing against the ground was so clear.

He could even hear his manager at the time slapping his face: "Qi Xia, don't blame me, if you want to blame, blame yourself for not knowing what to do. After tonight is over, we both have a way out."

Then his consciousness gradually withdrew. In a trance, he seemed to be carried by someone and got out of the car. He was so anxious, but he couldn't control his limbs. He heard a man say in a daze: "Send that room, let's go in." .”

This devil-like voice tormented him for many years, Qi Xia suddenly opened his eyes, his body was dripping with sweat, he blinked hard a few times, then raised his arms again, fortunately, he could move anywhere.

But the scene in the afternoon came back to mind, her mind was in a mess, Qi Xia turned on the light, got up and sat against the head of the bed for a while.

He remembered what he said to He Xiao at night, people can't always live in the past.

In fact, this is just talking about others. What happened to Chu Yi made him understand that he was somewhat extreme, and then he tried to change himself, but failed miserably.

The more Qi Xia thought about it, the more confused he became, but it wasn't him who could let himself suffer like this.

He reached out and opened the bedside drawer, randomly pulled out a script and spread it out on his knees.

The female assistant handled Qi Xia's fright the day before very well. Even if the Eighteenth Line had completely said goodbye to this drama, Qi Xia's Queen's cousin had to decide for herself how far this person would go.

So Qi Xia had another day of vacation to adjust his status. Although he didn't sleep well at night, he was used to getting up early, and he had finished working out a little after seven o'clock. He went back to his room to take a shower, and he showed up in the small rehearsal room on time.

When the sky was about to dawn, it was raining lightly outside, Qi Xia stood by the window, and could see the water droplets hanging on the flowers, plants, branches and leaves outside.

He suddenly found that the sweet-scented osmanthus was blooming in the courtyard, clusters of pale yellow star-pointed flowers, and a delicate fragrance floated in the air.

He stood there watching for a while, "Morning," came He Xiao's voice.

Qi Xia turned his head and saw that He Xiao had already walked behind him.

He Xiao's eye circles were black and blue, and he didn't seem to have slept well. He has always been a vigorous person, and his energy seems to be more abundant than that of a beast.That spirit, his eyes look like searchlights when he focuses on people, no, it's searchlights plus X-rays, bright and penetrating, this is the first time Qi Xia has seen it like this today.

Qi Xia said: "...Morning." Do you still care about what happened yesterday?

He silently brewed words of relief in his mind, but before he could brew them, He Xiao took out something from his pocket, "It's for you."

Qi Xia looked down, "...!" He seems to be at the age of playing with toy guns now?

The thing He Xiao held in his hand looked like a pistol, but the outside was the original color of the metal, the structure was a bit exposed, and some welding points could still be seen, as if it was handmade by himself.

Sensing what Qi Xia was thinking, He Xiao aimed the guy at the tree trunk outside the window, loaded the trigger neatly and pulled the trigger in one go. There was a bang, the sound was not too loud, there was no spark from a real gun, and there was no smell of gunpowder, but the tree trunk not far away With a shock, a piece of wood from the side of the tree belt was lifted.

Qi Xia: "...!!" God, what the hell is this?

He Xiao held the barrel of the gun in his big hand and pointed the handle at him, "Try it."

Qi Xia tried it on the spot. Although he was not sure where to hit, it proved that this thing was really lethal.

When He Xiao was teaching him how to load a bullet, Qi Xia suddenly remembered something, "We don't allow this to be taken privately here."

He Xiao said indifferently, "Just treat yourself as a slingshot made by yourself, with self-defense."

He didn't dare to count on Qixia's marksmanship, but he couldn't hit anything more than ten meters away, and monsters and ghosts close to him were always okay.

Qi Xia: "..." Whose slingshot looks like this...

Something seems wrong.

He looked at He Xiao belatedly and in amazement: "You did it yourself?"

He Xiao looked down at him: "Usually keep it in place, don't let people see it."

Qi Xia opened his mouth, wanting to ask He Xiao why he gave him this suddenly, but when he heard someone talking at the door, he swished the thing into his pocket.

He thanked He Xiao.

Soon, the female assistant came in with a stack of developed photos, glanced at the two of them, and said to Qixia, "The hard photos taken by Abel last time came out, take a look?"

The homemade pistol was a bit heavy in his pocket, and Qi Xia straightened his back with his hands behind him, looking calm and beautiful.

Flipping through the photos one by one, this group took the melancholy route. Qi Xia's face in the photos was as handsome as ever, but when He Xiao saw one of them, he suddenly felt a little dazed.

The photo is a close-up of Qi Xia's face, her expression is only slightly sad, but there are tears in her eyes that will not fall.

Seriously thinking about it, he had never seen Qi Xia cry. Qi Xia would blush when she was angry, and she would just be dumbfounded and silent like yesterday when she was panicked and defeated.

He Xiao suddenly couldn't stay any longer, the photo was still in Qi Xia's hands, he gritted his teeth and said, "I'll go upstairs first."

He didn't know if he was gone, whether the deer would feel uncomfortable, whether he would be reluctant.

The back of He Xiao who quickly disappeared at the door was indescribably desolate, only a few withered yellow leaves floated under the autumn wind to give him a bleak background.Qi Xia suddenly felt something, held a few photos in his hand, and kept his eyes fixed on the empty doorway.

The female assistant waved her hand in front of his eyes: "What's wrong?"

Qi Xia said, "What happened to him?"

The female assistant was taken aback, and said, "What can he have? Didn't you see it? He Xiao is not a person who can be ordered by others. With his aura, he must have been a leader in the army before. He is quite capable. It’s only a temporary period for us, if he really feels uncomfortable staying here, he will leave.”

Qi Xia: "Where can he go?"

Female assistant: "..." So serious?

So she could only continue to write, "He is an international friend, good at skills, and has a great advantage in language. For example, those large military consulting companies abroad specialize in dealing with government troops. Talents like him can be said to be very talented. thirsty."

Qi Xia said: "...that's so dangerous."

The female assistant said: "People with a big picture in their hearts think differently from you. Some people say that being an actor is hard, don't you also enjoy it?"

Every reliable brain tonic emperor is half a truth emperor.

After finishing speaking, the female assistant was afraid that Qi Xia would ask again, so she made excuses and left.

Qi Xia stood there in a daze for a while, there was something he didn't say, he felt that He Xiao was really going to leave.

Autumn did not come early this year, it was already October, and the weather was fine and warm, but the wind was blowing very fast.

Qi Xia read the drama "Li Ting Banquet" to the end just listening to the wind.

In the script, it was also autumn. Di Kou came to invade. The war in northern Xinjiang had been raging for several months.

At this time, the young master has completely become a down-and-out young master. He held hundreds of banquets in the capital city and even used himself as a gimmick in order to pay for the general's confidant. Therefore, he has been expelled from the clan.

Qi Xia was watching this scene, the young master and his motorcade were waiting for the general at the Changting Pavilion outside Beijing.

This was the last time they met, and the general said, "Are you coming to see me off?"

Qi Xia's mind was suddenly in a trance, he looked up and saw a figure at the door out of the corner of his eye, and turned his head to see that it was He Xiao.

He Xiao stood there, his body seemed to be able to block the entire door tightly, but Qi Xia didn't know how long he stood there.

Qi Xia put down her book, stood up, and said nothing.

He Xiao has the appearance of a typical tough guy, with a rough and rigid outline, and his two flying thick eyebrows look a bit flamboyant, but when his eyebrows are pressed down, the lines between his brows seem to be carved out with a knife, and he doesn't laugh often, and it's unreasonable Make people feel majestic.

But at this moment, He Xiao looked at Qi Xia with burning eyes, and seemed to have a little more warmth.

The two looked at each other for a long time, Qi Xia remained silent, and He Xiao walked in slowly.

He Xiao looked down at the book he had placed on the armrest, and said with a rare smile, "Are you reading the script again?"

This is actually asking knowingly, Qi Xia blinked, "Yes."

Then there was another silence, He Xiao lowered his eyes and thought about something, then raised his eyes to look at Qi Xia, "Shall I help you?"

Qi Xia was stunned for a moment, "Okay."

Then he bent down to pick up the book, and when he opened it, his hands paused on the first few pages, and soon he turned to the last few pages, and handed it to He Xiao, a pair of clear eyes looked at He Xiao for a moment : "Start here."

He Xiao stretched out his hand to take it. He knew that every time Qi Xia read a drama script, he had to be sneaky. There were not many chances.

However, Qi Xia pointed at that, and he was stunned after seeing the dark handwriting on the snow-white page.

He was stunned for a full minute, and he didn't dare to raise his head to meet Qi Xia's eyes during this minute.

When He Xiao spoke again, he felt that his throat was dry and sore.

He said, "Are you coming to see me off?"

Qi Xia said, "I'm here to thank you."

Qi Xia is worthy of being a professional. As soon as He Xiao uttered these four words, He Xiao seemed to see the desolation of the yellow sand all over the sky at that time.

Qi Xia said again: "This glass of wine, thank you for not getting rid of my absurdity and stupidity."

He Xiao lowered his head and turned his face away.

"This second glass of wine, thank you for your blessing."

He Xiao simply closed his eyes.

"This third glass of wine, I hope you get what you want, you are a swan flying high in the sky."

Then there was a long silence, the person who should answer the words did not answer, the person who should be urged did not urge, and only the wind whistling outside the window was in my ears.

Until He Xiao's eyes returned to the page, he said hoarsely: "My wish is to kill all the people who deserve to be killed in this world, to drive out Di Kou, to recover the rivers and mountains, to shed the last drop of blood, and to return wrapped in horse leather."

This is the last line of this scene. In the script, the protagonist, Young Master, leans over without saying a word, turns around and walks away.

That's all.

The silence in the room was suffocating. It took He Xiao a long time to find his voice, "What happened to this general?"

Qi Xia said: "It can be regarded as my wish was fulfilled, the battle was won, but it is true... that the corpse came back wrapped in horse leather."

When the book was closed, He Xiao tapped the indigo cover lightly with his fingers. The words "Li Ting Banquet" were written with a brush, vigorous and muddy. He asked, "Where is your son?"

Qi Xia thought for a while, "...It can be regarded as fulfilling his wish. Because of the military rations, the emperor praised him for his righteousness. His hobby that was originally looked down upon by others became national music, and later he became a music official all his life."

Each has his own wishes, each has his own end of the world, but this music official who never played the piano until his death, his piano was burned to ashes in front of the general's tomb.

Qi Xia lowered her head and lowered her eyes in silence after saying this sentence. For a moment, He Xiao wanted to ask him if he would like to follow him, but in the end he just handed the book in front of him, turned and walked out of the room by himself.