The male god said he was straight

He Xiao quickly completed the crowdfunding. Three days later, a small souvenir was delivered by courier. He came back at night after taking a shower, opened the box to see what was inside, and took out a mobile phone from his pocket, but it was not him. The commonly used one, press the switch, the screen lights up, and the monitoring of several rooms in the villa divides the screen into several squares.

In one of them, there was a small figure under the lamp. He Xiao's eyes softened instantly, with a smile on his lips, he tore off the clothes on the back of the chair and put them on neatly, pulled the door out of the room, and flipped from the open hall to On the terrace, I deliberately made my footsteps a little louder when I landed.

"Who?" A familiar voice came from the room immediately.

He Xiao didn't want to scare him, "It's me."

With a swipe, the balcony glass door opened, and Qi Xia stood at the door, looking at him with a slightly astonished expression.

Qi Xia is wearing pajamas at this time, but it looks more like home clothes. The white V-neck pullover is loose and soft, and the pants are also light-colored. It looks very elegant and elegant against his tall and thin figure.

He is a person who does not look ugly even when he is asleep, and the male god Fan Qicheng maintains it 24 hours a day, except of course when the unique cute nerve in his mind is running non-stop in an uncontrollable direction.

He Xiao couldn't help but look a few more times, and handed the things in front of him, "Look."

The outermost express package had been thrown away by He Xiao, and what Qi Xia saw when he looked down was a small gift box with a paper-cut pattern, and he immediately understood what it was.

He took it over and opened it, and inside the transparent cover was an exquisite motouqin, only as long as a palm, and even the strings were distinct, obviously a miniature version of the real musical instrument.

In fact, I don't care what it is, Qi Xia has seen a lot of good things, but this is the intention of giving back.

It's the first time for such a long time to accomplish such a major event. Qi Xia has not forgotten who made the effort, and the smile on the corners of his lips has not faded. He looked up at He Xiao and said, "Thank you."

Qi Xia's eyes are very bright, and she has a happy expression at this moment, as if her whole body will glow.

He Xiao's eyes were glued and he couldn't turn his eyes away. He hummed heavily and asked, "What do you want to thank?"

Qi Xia immediately looked confused: "Huh?"

He Xiao just stared at him, pursed his lips and said nothing, his two thick black eyebrows were habitually frowned, but there was a bit of a smirk in his eyes, which looked unserious, but surprisingly charming.

Qi Xia had never seen his expression like this before, after looking at it for a while, she suddenly thought of seeing each other in the elevator that night, and her heart rate was a little abnormal.

So he didn't think of the correct answer for a long time, and suddenly a few words flashed through his mind, and he promised him with his body.

This terrible association frightened Qi Xia himself. When he saw He Xiao's eyes that were gradually deepening, his heart beat like a drum, and the word shame dangled in his mind.

But still the same sentence, if you can't even ignore this sense of shame, then it's not Qixia!

So I don't know which whip drove my brain around in a circle, and suddenly I had a flash of inspiration, Qi Xia said: "...Let me write the adverb for you."

He Xiao was a little surprised, but also a little dumbfounded, "Writing?"

Qi Xia smiled at him implicitly, hiding his identity and fame deeply.This is good, the inscription is a great gift to a friend.

And he Xiao didn't know about this skill yet, so that's it, awesome!

A few minutes later, the study downstairs.

Seeing Qi Xia skillfully spread paper and rub ink, He Xiao was really surprised.

He knew that there were these things in Qi Xia's study, but he had never seen Qi Xia's brush calligraphy in the collection or in the photos. He originally thought that the brushes, ink, paper and inkstones were decorations.

However, Qi Xia's posture of holding the pen and hanging his wrist is very good, and he reads the handwriting in his mouth. The tip of the pen falls on the snow-white paper, and a few strokes are made to form the word "Yong". The strokes are strong and natural, and the font is as clear and meaningful as his own.

He Xiao liked it even more in his heart when he saw it. Leaving aside this new skill, Qi Xia's way of wielding his penis has a certain elegance and coquettishness. Just taking a photo of this and hanging it at home can be seen for half a lifetime.

He waited for the halo of the male god to shine unobstructedly on the earth under the nourishment of traditional Chinese culture, but due to his ignorance of traditional culture, he couldn't understand the deep meaning of Qi Xia's first writing of the word.

So He Xiao asked directly: "Why did you write Yong?"

The words that make up this word are usually forever and everlasting, which have good meanings.

Qi Xia's mind is straight at the moment, "I always write this when I first started."

He Xiao was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.

Qi Xia quickly shut up.

Soon, Qi Xia put down his pen and looked towards He Xiao with a calmer expression and a more elegant posture.

He smoothed things over for himself with a calm expression: "Yongzi Bafa, people who practice calligraphy always write Yongzi, just like Da Vinci drawing eggs."

He Xiao doesn't care about this, no matter what the degree is, as long as Qi Xia writes, he likes it.

But what did Qi Xia plan to write for him?

Qi Xia was also thinking about this question.

He took out a copybook from the drawer and spread it out on the table. It was Chu Suiliang's calligraphy, Qi Xia's favorite.He has to be able to write properly in order to be decent, but he won't tell He Xiao about this.

Picking up the pen again, Qi Xia felt worried.

"Sea memory bosom friend"?It's been used too much.

"Peach Blossom Pond is thousands of feet deep"?more!

"Ten miles of spring breeze is not as good as you"... what the hell! ? ...

Seeing that his handsome eyebrows were slightly frowned, He Xiao said decisively: "Write my name." For no reason, he just wanted to hear his name being called out by Qi Xia and watch Qi Xia write it out with a pen.

Qi Xia looked dull: "..."

He Xiao looked at him without blinking, "Write to He Xiao."

Qi Xia originally thought that he would have to come up with a poem, even one with Xiao Xiao. It doesn't matter if he can't think of it for a while, he can also ask the almighty Du Niang.

But He Xiao looked at him with very deep eyes, with expectations and helplessness in them, at this moment, Qi Xia felt that his joy and sorrow seemed to be contained in those eyes.

Qi Xia was stunned for a while, brushed his pen and ink, and wrote these two words one stroke at a time.

He Xiao looked at his serious and meticulous expression, and his eyes that were more clear and clear against the white paper, turned his face to the side for a long time and let out a long sigh.

After finishing the last stroke, Qi Xia got up and opened the drawer to find the small wooden box containing the seal. When she opened it, she found that it was not her own, so she immediately put it away and put it in the drawer.

He Xiao has always been a person who knows the priorities, what did he think of at this time: "Can I take a look?"

This is Teacher Shen's private seal. Although he didn't know why, Qi Xia simply sent the seal and the box to He Xiao.

Qi Xia's own name seal was firmly engraved on the paper, and He Xiao asked: "Why is your teacher's private seal with you?"

Qi Xia was stunned, "He originally asked me to give it to a friend of his, but that friend died in a plane crash when he was rushing back to China to attend Teacher Shen's funeral."

He Xiao turned his back to him, carefully looked at the seal with his fingers, and tapped the wooden box in his palm lightly.

And just behind He Xiao, Qi Xia put aside the words he wrote just now, glanced at his back, and soon, leaned over slightly with a pen, and wrote seven words.

He wrote very quickly this time, and his handwriting looked a bit scribbled, for whom was the wind showing off.

He vaguely remembered the first time he met on the terrace at the reception, just before Wei Yang and He Xiao appeared one after another, he once thought of this sentence.

Qi Xia felt that he was enveloped by a deep sense of sadness, and seeing He Xiao's shadow on the ground, he immediately crumpled the paper and threw it into the trash bin next to him.

At the end of October, the crew went to the mountains in the outskirts of S city to take location shots.

Qi Xia didn't have many plays here, but according to his usual serious and professional style, he still didn't expect to go with his gang in the later stage.

It is the fine autumn weather. Compared with the city, the scenery in the mountains is better. The leaves of the maple trees in the middle of the green forest are already red. The gift of the creator to nature, the color is more beautiful than the artificial carving.

The temperature on the mountain is low, but it still can't cool people's enthusiasm for the beautiful scenery. The crew's scene this morning was in a valley, and the scene was shot under a waterfall.

There are fiery red fallen leaves floating in the water of Qingbitan, rest at noon, and the staff took a lot of photos by the pool.

Holding the selfie stick, the female assistant felt dissatisfied when she took a few pictures by herself. She glanced at He Xiao and asked cautiously, "Can you take a picture for me?"

He Xiao glanced at the crowd in the distance, Qi Xia was still talking to the director, then turned to take the phone from the female assistant, "Yeah."

Then a few more people came back and joined, so when Qi Xia came over, he saw several people in his studio taking pictures.

After the female assistant took a few photos and took them down, Qixia said, "You take a few photos too, and post them on Weibo."

Qi Xia saw that it was He Xiao who was helping people take pictures, his eyes flickered a few times, and he said, "I'll come as soon as I go."

Who is Qi Xia? Although he is most commendable for his superb acting skills, in the eyes of people in the circle and fans, his face is just as brilliant as his acting skills.

So He Xiao saw him turn away from afar, completely unable to guess what he was going to do, Qi Xia calmly walked to the place where his daily use was placed, slowly took out the mirror from the box and looked at it.

After tidying up her appearance, Qi Xia went back again, and was taken aback when she saw it. The photo-taking was still going on, but He Xiao was gone.

The female assistant waved to him by the pool: "Come here."

Qi Xia was no longer interested in taking pictures, so the female assistant said, "Come here." He walked slowly to the edge of the pool, stopped between the photographer and a maple tree, and automatically took pictures for them, with his hands behind his back, and said lightly : "Let's shoot like this."

The female assistant was at a loss: "...!?" What else do you want?

He Xiao was answering the phone at this time.

The woman on the other end of the phone said, "I heard you're going back?"

He Xiao replied bluntly: "It's based on hearsay."

The woman said: "Your vocabulary has become richer. Where should I go to hear it? Your father told me. Why don't you leave?"

He Xiao lit a cigarette, thinking that you will never have a daughter-in-law when I go back now.

The woman suddenly smiled, and said with reservation: "Yang Yang said that you are in the same crew as her now, and you are with Qi Xia."

He Xiao took a puff of cigarette, but didn't make a sound.

The woman sighed: "After all this time, you still like him? I told you back then that you had to go after him if you liked him. You see, many years were wasted in vain."

He Xiao didn't speak again, even he himself couldn't explain why he didn't have an urgent possessive desire when he felt that Qi Xia was a particularly high-altitude flower, but after knowing that he was a natural fool, he couldn't stop it.

The woman continued with a tone of watching the excitement and not thinking it was a big deal, "But you said Qi Xia's personality is really straightforward, even your sister's temperament is correct."

He Xiao said, "That's his temper."

The woman laughed: "Okay, I know you like him. I saw some clothes that fit you two days ago. I asked Yang Yang to bring them to you. Remember to ask her to get them later."

He Xiao hummed as an answer, "Pay attention to your body."

Before hanging up the phone, the woman was still giggling, "I thought you really wanted to be a bachelor for the rest of your life."

He Xiao felt that in the current situation, it would be better for him to meet Wei Yang less. He estimated that with Wei Yang's temper, he would not give him anything he brought. Of course, he didn't care too much, so the hmm just now was somewhat a bit Perfunctory.

It's true that Wei Yang didn't give him anything, but it's always fun to tease people if they see some reaction, so Wei Yang always focuses on He Xiao as long as people are outside the scene all day long.

There was a night scene filming on the top of the mountain that night, and the originally dark forest was brightly illuminated by the lights of the crew. Qi Xia was sitting on the side resting, and he was in a good mood at first, until he noticed that Wei Yang glanced at He Xiao from time to time.

After a while, the filming of the previous scene had already started, and Wei Yang was waiting beside him, but no action could catch her eyes.

Qi Xia turned her head to look at the man she was paying attention to, He Xiao was lowering her head to play with a broken folding chair.

Qi Xia turned around and met Wei Yang's eyes. This woman is sorry for He Xiao and wants to turn her head back?

It's not like staring, but his gaze was cold enough. For a moment, Wei Yang looked at him if he felt something, and took a glance at him before turning his eyes away.

Originally, this was considered to have achieved the goal, but Qi Xia couldn't feel happy at all. Looking to the side, He Xiao, with a cigarette in his mouth, was riveting a screw that fell off the folding chair.

Qi Xia only felt that his chest was very tight, so he stood up without making a sound, without calling anyone, and went up to a higher mountain in the forest alone.

In the deep mountain, the night was empty and silent, Qi Xia kept walking, and the human voice was gradually thrown behind him.

With the big light at the back, he walked straight to the edge of the hillside, looked at the maple trees in the depths of the mountain for a while, and took out something from his pocket, which was the self-made slingshot He Xiao made for him. pistol.

Holding the gun in his hand and loading it neatly, Qi Xia slammed the trigger in the direction of the branches and leaves, with a "snap".

The frequency and strength of the branches and leaves shaking in the wind have not changed at all.

Qi Xia reloaded the gun a few more times, but after all the bullets fired, there was only a sound, and there was nothing else.

Just as he was about to come again, a deep and thick male voice came from behind, "You can't do this."

Qi Xia paused, feeling a little better, knowing that He Xiao would follow.

The rustling of feet stepping on fallen leaves soon came behind him, and then stopped. At this time, the distance between He Xiao and him was less than half a foot.

Immediately, He Xiao raised his two strong arms from both sides of his body, held his hand in his rough hand to adjust the position, aimed the gun at the target, held down his finger and pulled the trigger. With a snap, the branch on the opposite side snapped Break open and fall off the cliff.

Qi Xia's focus was not on the broken branch at all, he was almost completely embraced by He Xiao, his body was pressed against him, and he could feel He Xiao's body temperature through several layers of clothing.

Even the skin on his back could feel the powerful heartbeat of the person behind him. At this moment, he felt his blood flow rapidly in his body, as if he was jumping with joy but also as if he couldn't bear it.

Qi Xia struggled subconsciously, but He Xiao's two upper arms suddenly tightened to clamp his shoulders tightly, his muscles were so tight that they were as hard as cast iron. This movement was extremely strong and stubborn, that's all, Qi Xia was bound by him and couldn't play.

He Xiao's breathing was rapid and heavy, his face was pressed against Qi Xia's cheek, and his breath was almost hot on his ears, so he maintained the posture of holding him from behind without moving, and the gun in his hand did not shoot out again. .

Qi Xia didn't make a sound and didn't struggle anymore, but her body began to tremble.

He Xiao tightened his arms, and the smell of grass and trees on Qi Xia's body made his muscles tense. He could clearly hear Qi Xia's breathing getting faster and faster, and he could feel that the person in his arms was shaking even his shoulders. wince...

The author has something to say: I seem to have written this sentence several times: "If you can't even ignore this bit of shame, then it's not Qixia."

He's a bit of an avoidant personality, and he's good at autosuggestion.

What is manageable is that he rationally told himself that we are friends, so we should give them words.

What I can't control is that, like a middle school boy, I want to show off to He Xiaoxiu.

But having said that, if he wasn't so good at self-suggestion, my male god wouldn't have been bent for so many years and still think that he is straight. He deceived himself.

Let's just pretend to believe it. _(:з」∠)_