When I wake up, the actor has a cub

The lobby was quiet and solemn, and there was a black and white photo on the Eight Immortals table against the wall. In the photo, the young man had handsome eyebrows, handsome facial features, and a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

The guests in black and white formal attire walked to the altar one by one to offer incense, and almost everyone's eyes would stay on that photo.

It's really pretty.

Duan Congzhi looked at his posthumous photo for a while. There are not many photos of him. He takes one photo every year on his birthday. This year he is 22, but this photo was taken on his 20th birthday. I don’t know why they chose this one .

Maybe they don't know which one is the latest one. Qin Ke should know that every time he finishes taking a photo, the photo will be sent to Qin Ke.

Thinking of Qin Ke and Duan Congzhi's wry smile, Qin Ke knew it, but it was already an exception for him to hold a funeral in the Qin family for a person with a foreign surname.

He should be content.

Duan Congzhi wandered around the mourning hall, but he didn't see Qin Ke, and soon he convinced himself that the third master had tens of thousands of people every minute, how could he have the time to preside over his funeral.

The guests in the room all looked solemn, sad and regretful, Duan Congzhi rolled his eyes, he had never even seen most of them here, it can be seen that money is a good thing, the wealth of the Qin family is worthy of their performance.

He floated to sit on the altar with his own photo, swinging his legs boredly.

The incense burner was full of incense, and the incense ash fell out of the incense burner in rolls. Soon someone came to clean it up. Duan Congzhi became playful and blew on the incense burner. Another dust fell on the table after cleaning. layer of ash.

The man who wiped the table looked up, then lowered his head to clean up the dust that fell on the table.

Duan Congzhi remembered him, he was the son of the housekeeper Uncle Ying, and he took care of Tangyuan when he was not at home.

Duan Congzhi stopped teasing people, and continued to swing his legs in a daze, not knowing what Qin Ke was doing.

The guests didn't know when they left. When Duan Congzhi came back to his senses, Qin Ke was already standing in front of the table. Behind him were members of the Duan family.

His parents, Junior Martial Uncle, and others from Tongyuan Martial Arts.

Everyone's eyes were red, and the mother was holding a tissue in her hand, crying so hard that she was leaning on her father.She is the owner of the Tongyuan Martial Arts Gym, and it is she who Resolute Fengxing is talking about. Duan Congzhi has never seen her shed tears since he can remember.

He didn't really realize until now that he was dead, and his parents and relatives would never see him again.

Looking at his mother's half-grey hair, he suddenly regretted it. Although death was not his subjective wish, endless self-blame almost overwhelmed him. It would be great if he was more careful.

Duan Congzhi opened his mouth and called Mom.

No one heard her and she was still crying.

The white-haired man sends the black-haired man.

Duan Congzhi got down from the altar and wanted to stick to Duan's mother, but he was afraid of harming her, so he had to stand not too far away, watching them.

His father helped his mother to burn incense for him, and the younger martial uncle followed them, also burning incense.

The little uncle didn't get married when he was old. Duan Congzhi once said that he would provide for him in the future, but now he can't.The little uncle looked better than his parents, Duan Congzhi was slightly relieved.

However, he breathed a sigh of relief too soon.

Incense Insert|Into the incense burner, Duan Yun turned around and slapped Qin Ke.

There was a cracking sound, which was especially obvious in the quiet space, and Duan Congzhi, it should be said that he was a ghost, was dumbfounded.

Young Martial Uncle is very good at martial arts, he is the best military officer, and Duan Congzhi also learned Kung Fu from him since he was a child.

The little uncle never slaps people in the face. He said that slaps can only irritate the other party, and have no lethality.

Now he not only slapped Qin Ke in the face, but also slapped him. He could only do it on purpose.

Duan Congzhi thought fearfully: So it just looks better.

He looked at Qin Ke, then at the little uncle, and didn't know which one to feel sorry for.

After the beating was not enough, the little uncle sneered: "He is no longer here, who is Qin Sanye acting like this for?"

What does Qin Ke look like?Duan Congzhi looked at him again, not much different from usual, but even more serious.

Objectively speaking, Qin Ke can't be blamed for Duan Congzhi's death. Now that he was slapped in the face and then ridiculed, Qin Ke just suffered it.

Duan Congzhi stared at them blankly, never expecting that the little uncle has such a side, never expecting Qin Ke to bear it.

Fortunately, everyone in the Qin family has withdrawn, otherwise even if he endured it, this matter would not end well.

Qin Ke glanced at his photo, turned around and left, leaving space for their family.Duan Congzhi looked at his back, probably, not without anger.

As soon as Qin Ke went out, Duan Congzhi's consciousness became blurred. This feeling was a bit familiar. It was like this when he died.

When I opened my eyes again, I was in the cemetery.

The Qin family's financial resources are placed there, the cemetery is on the mountain, the environment is superior and the view is wide, Duan Congzhi is quite satisfied with his future residence.

There were many cars parked outside the cemetery, and bodyguards in black suits got out of the cars one by one.

The Qin family's bodyguards usually wear casual clothes, and formal clothes are for ostentation. Duan Congzhi's intuition is that there will be a show behind.

Soon three people were pressed and kneeled in front of the tomb, all three were disgraced, one was more embarrassed than the other, Duan Congzhi took a closer look, one of them seemed to be from the Lin family, and the Lin family was also one of the four surnames, it was the end of the crane.

The Patriarch of the Lin family was recognized as a beautiful trash when he was young. He was good-looking and had nothing to do with it.

He didn't make any progress at all when he was old, and other people's families were afraid that his brothers would fight against the wall, so Lin Hong did the opposite. He raised Gu and put everyone into the company, saying that he was the head of the family and the capable ones lived there.

His illegitimate children lived up to expectations, and they all fought like black corns, but none of them was useful, and they fought for several years without a winner.

The Lin family is getting more and more dirty, and this matter is a joke in the circle.

Having said that, Duan Congzhi can't recognize all the masters of the Lin family. He has been with Qin Ke since he was a child, and to a certain extent, he represents Qin Ke. They are not qualified to ask him to remember it.

The reason Duan Congzhi knew one of them was that besides being the young master of the Lin family, he was also a star. Duan Congzhi had seen one of his movies, and the martial arts was very beautiful.

Lin... What's wrong with Lin?

She looks quite good-looking, no wonder she can become a star, Duan Congzhi's objective evaluation, she deserves to be born of that embroidered pillow of the Lin family.

These people were pressed down to kowtow to Duan Congzhi, Young Master Lin's white forehead soon turned red, he raised his head, glanced in Qin Ke's direction, and was quickly pressed down again.

What a crime for such a little beauty.

Duan Congzhi took a look at Qin Ke, and as expected, his face was still expressionless, and he cast winking eyes at the blind man.

Since Qin Ke brought the man to him, it should be related to his death.Duan Congzhi still doesn't know why he died until now.

Qin Ke often goes abroad for various things, and occasionally takes him around.

That day, he and Qin Ke encountered a bit of chaos on the street, which was not unusual in terms of the security there, but it was such a coincidence that they didn't believe such a coincidence.

Everyone in the Qin family became vigilant secretly, until a person rushed towards him with a knife, Duan Congzhi laughed.

That's it?

He directly grabbed the man's wrist, turned sideways to avoid his attack, and pushed the man back along with the man's force, and the knife was in his hand in two or three strokes. He was about to show off the knife in his hand to Qin Ke, I felt a sharp pain in my chest.

Duan Congzhi couldn't tell what was going on at the time, he only knew that he was bleeding a lot, and he should be in a mess anyway - how much better would it be to be pierced by a bullet through his chest.

Qin Ke hugged him. Duan Congzhi originally thought he would say a few last words like in the TV series, such as expressing his heartfelt love at the end of his life. In fact, he couldn't open his mouth at all, and the blood flowed out of his body quickly, taking away his life and his life up the temperature.

Duan Congzhi's last thought was to be cold.

It's so cold.

He couldn't say anything, and with all his strength, he just kept his eyes open and looked at Qin Ke for two more seconds.

If he had known that he could still watch after death, what would he do with such a waste of energy?

Those few people kowtowed and were taken away by the waiting police car. Everyone backed away, leaving only Qin Ke in front of the tombstone.

Duan Congzhi sat on the tombstone and stared at Qin Ke. He had always been by Qin Ke's side, but he rarely looked at him unscrupulously. He soon discovered something different.

Today, Qin Ke wore a flower in his suit pocket—a black silk flower is also a flower.

Duan Cong was having fun while suffering, Qin Ke never liked these gaudy things, didn't he wear flowers for him today.

Qin Ke stood alone in front of the tombstone for a long time, so long that Duan Congzhi thought he had something in his heart to tell him. Although his heart was no longer beating, Duan Congzhi still felt his nervousness.

He still has expectations in his heart.

However, Qin Ke really just looked at it, and left after reading it.

Duan Congzhi stared blankly behind him, not far away, and soon lost consciousness again.

When he woke up again, he saw a book, to be precise, a novel, a novel called "The Little Wife of a Rich Old Man".

Duan Congzhi was taken aback by the title of the book, but he had nothing else to do right now, so he turned the pages of the book with a little disgust.

... Coincidentally, this old man is called Qin Ke.

Duan Congzhi became a little interested. Qin Ke was 28 this year and was pampered.

Duan Congzhi had doubts in his heart, so he continued to read, and after turning a few pages, he was absolutely sure that the Qin Ke in the book was the Qin Ke he knew, the third master of the Qin family.

The book is about ten years later.

At Qin Ke's 38th birthday party, he met Wei Zhizhi, a contestant who debuted on a popular talent show. This is the protagonist's little fresh meat.

This age difference, saying that father and son are not against harmony at all, they really are old men.

Duan Cong turned page by page, trying to find traces of his own existence. After turning two-thirds of the way, he finally found it.

His picture appeared!

"Wei Zhizhi entered Qin Ke's study room for the first time. He was a little nervous and a little surprised. There was a smile on his baby fat face that he couldn't hide. This smile froze slightly when he saw a photo. The photo The young people on the website are very good-looking, just this one photo seems to make the whole space come alive.

The wooden photo frame is heavy in his hand, this must be someone very important to him, right?Wei Zhizhi carefully put the photo back into the cabinet.

Uncle Qin is 38 years old, and it is normal for him to have liked someone. Wei Zhizhi tried hard to convince himself, but he couldn't laugh anymore.

Could the person in the photo be Uncle Qin's Bai Yueguang?

......"

Bai Yueguang, Duan Congzhi was stunned, it turned out that he still had the potential to be Bai Yueguang, he shook his head and smiled, and then gloated, Qin Ke's saw-mouthed gourd, it would be strange if he could explain it.

In fact, before reading this book, he firmly believed that Qin Ke would not like people.

He might find a suitable wife, form a family, and produce an heir, but he would never like anyone.

Duan Congzhi continued to turn backwards, but Qin Ke really didn't explain, he just hugged him in his arms.

"... Wei Zhizhi has been in a low mood since he came out of the study. He would look at Qin Ke from time to time, his eyes were wet. Qin Ke trapped him in his arms, and his voice was low and hoarse: 'What's the matter.'"

Duan Congzhi blushed a little, and read this paragraph awkwardly, and it turned out that the old house was on fire.

After exhaling a long breath, Duan Congzhi continued to turn backwards.

"...Wei Zhizhi looked at Qin Ke cautiously, and asked softly, 'Who is in the photo in your study?'

Qin Ke's eyes narrowed slightly, and after a while, he said in a low voice, "An old friend." '"

Duan Congzhi closed the book and didn't want to read it anymore. His heart was sore and bitter. He thought with a deadpan expression on his face: This is why he doesn't like people, just doesn't like me.

After all, I'm just an "old friend"

His ten years of companionship cost him his life, and it was only in exchange for the word "old friend", so why bother.

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