Dressed as cannon fodder, I mistakenly took the heartthrob script

Qin Ning slept for an unknown amount of time, and when she woke up, she was already lying in her room.

He turned on the bedside wall lamp and slowly woke up.

Downstairs was very quiet, and the small banquet seemed to be over.

The time displayed on the mobile phone is 01:30 in the morning.

It seemed that he had slept for almost five or six hours and had little for dinner. No wonder he was hungry.

Qin Ning put on her coat and wanted to go downstairs to get something to eat.

Aunt Zhou was very caring. Considering Qin Ning's gastrointestinal discomfort, she usually ate small and frequent meals. Before going to bed, she would prepare some convenient light snacks for Qin Ning.

She seemed to know Qin Ning's taste very well, and the porridge and side dishes she prepared each time were exactly to Qin Ning's liking.

Qin Ning went downstairs as usual, bypassing the living room.

The living room was very dark, so Qin Ning went to the kitchen on the other side of the living room, relying on the weak wall lamp for illumination.

However, the kitchen light was on.

Qin Ning was taken aback, thinking that Aunt Zhou had forgotten to turn off the lights, so she pushed open the folding door and walked in, only to meet Ji Yingxian who was wearing an apron.

Ji Yingxian was standing in front of the integrated stove, holding a porcelain spoon, cooking porridge.

Hearing the movement, Ji Yingxian turned his head and saw Qin Ning standing by the door.

He made a wrong hand, and the handle of the spoon suddenly hit the handle of the casserole, making a crisp crashing sound.

Qin Ning tightened his neckline and asked blankly, "Why are you here?"

Ji Yingxian clenched his fist to his lips, pretending to cough, but didn't dare to look directly at Qin Ning.

"I'm hungry, I'm going downstairs to cook something," he said.

Qin Ning did not doubt that he was there, said "Oh", and walked slowly into the kitchen.

Ji Yingxian's back was tense, the porcelain spoon was unconsciously stirring the bubbling white rice porridge, and he followed Qin Ning's figure out of the corner of his eye.

Qin Ning walked around the kitchen, and found that Aunt Zhou seemed to have forgotten to prepare snacks for him tonight. Thinking carefully, maybe it was because the banquet was too busy at night, so she didn't take care of it.

He was opening the refrigerator, preparing to cook something for himself, when he heard a light cough beside him.

"that……"

Qin Ning turned her head, "What?"

Ji Yingxian lifted his jaw towards the casserole, "The porridge is too much, do you want to eat it?"

Qin Ning lowered his eyes and glanced at the shrimp porridge boiled in the ocher-colored casserole.

Just after turning off the fire, a thin layer of orange-red shrimp oil was poured over. The chopped scallion was rolled in the thick white porridge, and the bright red shrimp was alternated with it, which was very attractive.

This casserole is not big, about five inches long, and it is a typical tableware for one person.

Qin Ning looked up at him, but didn't answer in silence.

Ji Yingxian's ears felt hot when he watched him, and he touched his nose unnaturally.

Qin Ning smiled happily.

"Okay."

10 minute later.

restaurant.

Qin Ning slowly stirred the porridge bowl with hot smoke, and there were four small porcelain plates in front of him, including four light side dishes.

Sweet and sour pickled radish, fried capers with minced meat, freshly baked thin-skinned rice rolls, and a fried egg in soy sauce with chopped green onion.

Judging from the weight, it is indeed a double serving.

But the snacks in it are all for one person, it's hard to tell who the one-person snack is for.

Ji Yingxian held a small bowl of porridge and didn't move, but paid close attention to Qin Ning's movements.

"Is it...cough, why don't you eat?"

Originally, he wanted to ask if it was not to his taste, but he seemed to care too much about the words, so he changed his words in a hurry.

Qin Ning turned to look at him, and asked without answering: "It's a bit hot, wait a minute."

Ji Yingxian said "oh", but didn't speak.

Qin Ning continued to stir the shrimp porridge, and within half a minute, a porcelain bowl was pushed in front of him, and he raised his head.

Ji Yingxian said: "This bowl is not hot."

He added another sentence, "I haven't eaten."

Qin Ning smiled, "Well, thank you."

Ji Yingxian's cheeks were slightly hot, he turned his head hastily, and said "um" indistinctly.

Qin Ning was very hungry. The small porcelain spoon circled the porridge, scooped up half a spoonful, and began to eat slowly.

Ji Ying caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Not far away, there was a gap in a certain bedroom on the first floor. Aunt Zhou poked her head out and saw the two sitting face to face in the dining room. The atmosphere was quite harmonious.

During this time, Ying Xian was always messing around in the kitchen at night, she was wondering what she was doing, and now she got the answer.

Aunt Zhou smiled helplessly and closed the door quietly.

After eating the porridge, Qin Ning didn't go back to the bedroom to rest.

He wanted to digest his food before going back to the bedroom.

Ji Yingxian didn't know why, and he didn't leave in a hurry, he ate the half bowl of shrimp porridge slowly, very ink stained.

Qin Ning stood up with the bowl in hand.

Ji Yingxian got up and asked suddenly, "Where are you going?"

Qin Ning looked at him blankly and said, "I'll go and put the bowl in the dishwasher."

Ji Yingxian: "Oh."

He drank the shrimp porridge in a few mouthfuls, grabbed the porcelain bowl from Qin Ning's hand, and said, "I'll do it."

Qin Ning looked at Ji Yingxian's back in a daze, and thought to himself, why is he so weird.

After Ji Yingxian started the dishwasher, he opened the door and came out. He saw Qin Ning standing by the French window in the living room, looking outside, his brows and eyes showing a bit of loneliness.

Ji Yingxian pursed his thin lips, his heart felt as if it was being squeezed tightly, and it was throbbing with pain.

He glanced to the side, then turned off the light and walked away.

Qin Ning looked at the snow-covered lawn from a distance, and then raised his eyes to the eaves, with surprise in his eyes.

As a southerner, he knew for the first time that there would be a row of fine ice cones under the eaves, and that there would be a layer of white frost on the brackets of the iron swing.

Increased knowledge.

Just as he was full of emotion, his hand was suddenly pulled towards him by a warm palm.

Immediately afterwards, a slender fairy firework stick was stuffed into the palm of his hand.

Qin Ning: "?"

Ji Yingxian said awkwardly: "I want to do what those people do, I want to set off fireworks, and there is no shortage of Ji's family."

Qin Ning: "???"

Then, a furry winter hat and scarf were put on his head.

Ji Yingxian coughed lightly and said, "Let's go."

Qin Ning was dragged out of the living room for some unknown reason, and walked to the balcony of the living room.

Ji Yingxian took the lighter and lit the fairy stick in Qin Ning's hand.

Shila-

The orange light illuminated Qin Ning's beautiful face, his black eyes slightly widened, and his eyes were full of broken stars, which seemed inconceivable.

Seeing his strange reaction, Ji Yingxian lit a few more, and the faint smell of gunpowder smoke permeated the outdoors, and the winter wind blew past without leaving any traces.

It was very quiet outside, only the sound of "Zi Zi Zi" passing by the fairy wand.

After a silent silence.

Ji Yingxian touched the tip of his nose, pondered for a while, and said, "There's no need for those people from the Qin family to think about it. People like that can't be called family members at all. They're all white-eyed wolves. No matter how nice they are, they won't be satisfied."

He said to himself, frowning, as if he didn't like the Qin family's relatives very much, but he didn't pay attention to Qin Ning's surprised gaze.

After a few seconds, Qin Ning suddenly understood Ji Yingxian's intentions.

In the memory of the original owner, on the festival many years ago, he was on the second floor, looking at the Qin family's old house lonely. The Qin Hui brothers lit fireworks, and the family laughed and had fun in the courtyard.

Qin Hui even teased the original owner, causing him to suffer from a serious illness, and moved away from Ji's house since then, Mr. Ji was afraid that he would be hurt by the scene.

Ji Yingxian was worried that he would remember the unpleasant past, so he took him out to set off fireworks.

He was comforting him in his own way.

The fairy wand in his hand gradually cooled down, and the spark-like fireworks continued to bloom, illuminating Ji Yingxian's handsome face.

Qin Ning looked up at Ji Yingxian with a smile on his face.

"I love so much."

The black pupils of Tian's eyes reflected the star-like fireworks, like adorned with brilliant and dazzling stars.

Ji Yingxian was slightly taken aback, his heart rhythm suddenly missed a beat.

He pursed his thin lips tightly, turned his face away, and said "huh" in a low voice, but he didn't realize that the tips of his ears were already red.

"You, you, give me the little wooden sticks you have ordered."

Ji Yingxian said.

Qin Ning handed over the burned stick, Ji Yingxian reached out to pick it up, but accidentally grabbed Qin Ning's hand.

Qin Ning looked at him in surprise.

Ji Ying hurriedly let go, "I, I, I..."

He "I" for a long time, but did not say anything.

Qin Ning smiled, "I should go back and rest."

He put the small wooden stick into the garbage basket in the corner, nodded to Ji Yingxian, then opened the door to enter the room, and went upstairs.

Ji Yingxian put down his hand a little disappointed, as if the warmth of Qin Ning's fingertips remained on his fingertips.

And the other side.

Qin Ning stood at the corner of the stairs, turned his face slightly, and looked back at the living room.

There is a blind spot where he is standing, and when he looks over from the balcony, he cannot see this side.

After a pause for a few seconds, Qin Ning pursed her lips and smiled, before continuing to go upstairs.

Wake up the next day.

Qin Ning packed up her belongings and prepared to live alone in that house in the suburbs.

Wang Hai also came over according to the time he asked to help with the things.

When Qin Ning went downstairs, only Mr. Ji was drinking tea and reading the morning newspaper in the living room, and Aunt Zhou was cleaning up in the kitchen.

Hearing the movement, Mr. Ji looked up.

"Xiao Ning, are you going today?"

Qin Ning nodded, "Stop to Shuangqin on the way."

Mr. Ji said: "Be careful outside. If you need to buy something, let Wang Hai go. Be careful to lock the door at night. If you encounter something urgent, you can..."

When he said this, he stopped abruptly.

Mr. Ji folded the newspaper, smiled, and didn't answer, just said: "You go there first, I'll ask you to send some things over later."

Qin Ning said, "Well, okay, I'll go there first."

Mr. Ji watched Qin Ning off with a smile. Aunt Zhou just came out and saw Qin Ning getting into the car through the French window.

Aunt Zhou said: "Let's go now, Xiao Ning didn't stay for a few days."

Mr. Ji unfolded the newspaper unhurriedly, and said inscrutablely, "Don't worry, we will stay longer in the future."

Aunt Zhou: "?"

Mr. Ji seemed to think of something interesting, and laughed happily.

Aunt Zhou became more suspicious.

the other side.

The top floor of Ji's company.

CEO's office.

The employee put the erroneous documents on the desk and stood beside him tremblingly, waiting to be reprimanded by Mr. Ji.

He waited and waited and waited and waited.

But just waiting for a word...

"Hurry up and redo, let the project team focus on reviewing."

The employee raised his head, his eyes widened.

Is this the end? ? ?

Seeing him staring at him blankly, Ji Yingxian frowned in surprise and asked, "Do you have any objection to my words?"

"No, no no no no."

Employees shook their heads like rattles.

He anxiously picked up the folder on the desk, and ran out of the office in a hurry.

Ji Yingxian hummed, and went back to his own business.

Assistant Liu watched the whole process and couldn't help sighing, "Mr. Ji seems to be in a good mood today."

Ji Yingxian raised his eyebrows, "Is there?"

There was an uncontrollable smile on the corner of his mouth, which was easily noticed by others who were close to him, but he himself did not notice it.

Assistant Liu nodded in his heart, yes, and it was very obvious.

Thinking about the new year's day of Ji's family last night, Mr. Qin also went there, presumably the source of his good mood has something to do with this matter.

Of course, he is well aware that his own Ji is always arrogant and arrogant, so he didn't point it out.

Assistant Liu only nodded, affirming his statement.

Ji Yingxian didn't ask any further questions, he was busy.

However, the internal chat group of the company's employees exploded.

The employee who left the office returned to his work station, turned around and sent a message in the WeChat group.

[Four-Eyed Chicken]: The little devil is in love! ! !

[Four-Eyed Chicken]: Uncharacteristically, he didn't swear, and only asked to change the file! ! !

There was silence for three seconds.

Soon a row of people swiped the screen to reply.

[Worker]: Sure enough, the hand that appeared in the video conference that day was tricky, and the little devil can take the initiative to eat fruit, so the identity of that person must be unusual (holding glasses)

[Small Milk Cake Girl]: Winter is really the season of love, I've lost love again, let me see what the little devil's wife looks like, I'm so desperate.

[Worker]: Wait, it's been a few months since he broke off the engagement with that surnamed Qin. It's hard not to think he's a scumbag when he has a new love so soon.

[Roller washing machine]: The new machine has been dug up and blacked out (Conan-style reasoning)

[bjrwdgj10086]: We are different, my channel is still stuck in that he has a fiancé, why did he change? ?

……

The chat gradually shifted towards gossip, and the chatter became more and more lively, and there was even a tendency to pick people up, until a message appeared.

[Liu Xun]: Mr. Ji didn't change his partner.

As soon as these words came out, the entire audience froze and fell silent, and no one said a word.

After Assistant Liu sent this sentence, he didn't realize that he was surprised/thundered, put away his phone with a smile, and raised his head to ask Ji Yingxian.

"Mr. Ji, what about Wang Hancheng?"

Ji Yingxian pondered for a while, and said, "Let him dictate all the memories of that year, record them verbatim, and then sort them out and give them to me."

"If it doesn't work, find a well-known psychiatrist to guide him to recall. It's best to remember it in detail."

Assistant Liu nodded, "Okay."

Assistant Liu closed the laptop and left the office.

After he went out, Ji Yingxian opened the desk drawer and picked up the exquisite wooden box placed in the innermost.

Hey.

The lid is open.

Ji Yingxian stared at the paint-peeled black pen in the box with a complicated expression.

He didn't seem to want to see that person that much anymore.

When Qin Ning arrived in Shuangqin, Ke Song had just picked up the courier from the guard, and he handed the courier to Qin Ning.

Qin Ning took the package and opened it as he walked.

There is a very delicate black invitation letter and a black jade brooch in the express box.

Ke Song helped Qin Ning carry the express box and the black jade brooch.

Qin Ning unfolded the invitation letter. As he expected, it was an invitation letter for the annual meeting from the He family, and the date was set for the beginning of next month.

He closed the invitation letter and walked slowly towards the R&D building.

Lao Qian and the others have been concentrating on experimenting recently, and they are getting closer to success. Some time ago, the first experimental product was about to be born. During the period, something happened and it failed. He is hurrying up to break through the problem.

When Qin Ning arrived at the laboratory on the first floor, Lao Qian and the others were recording experimental data in the isolation room.

Seeing Qin Ning approaching, Lao Qian was very happy and walked over quickly.

"Little Qin."

With the contact between the two, Lao Qian's respectful title of "Mr. Qin" to Qin Ning has changed to a closer "Little Qin".

Qin Ning smiled and called "Uncle Qian".

Old Qian gently grabbed Qin Ning's arm and dragged him to the next office.

As soon as he was seated, he said excitedly, "Xiao Qin, it won't be long before the first experimental product will come out. There is a high probability that your disease will be cured in two or three years."

Qin Ning is also very happy. Although there is a gap with his expected one year, the Shuangqin R&D team has tried its best to carry out this experiment. Originally, this experiment was quite difficult for Shuangqin.

"Thank you, Uncle Qian."

Old Qian said: "What's the hard work, you put so much money in it, and you take care of our family members, we are willing to work for you."

"Besides, this research is more related to the development of medicine in our country. To be honest, I haven't experienced the feeling of passion when I was young for a long time. Now, I have the feeling of returning to my youth."

Qin Ning asked suspiciously, "Take care of your family?"

Old Qian said: "Yes, not to mention the fruit and other things that were sent to our family earlier, and the New Year's Day gift yesterday, I didn't even have time to thank you."

"Now that you've talked about this, don't worry about it in the future, the salary is high enough, Xiao Qin, you don't need to bother sending people to our homes to deliver things, we are all very embarrassed."

The more Qin Ning listened, the more confused he became. He only allocated a sum of money to Mr. Shen in his personal account for him to add to the salary of the researchers, but he didn't send anyone to visit their family members.

It's not his doing.

Qin Ning asked: "Did the person who delivered the things yesterday wear silver-rimmed glasses, speak softly and politely, with a northern accent?"

Lao Qian didn't know why Qin Ning asked such a question suddenly, he was taken aback for a moment, and answered truthfully, confirming Qin Ning's deepest guess.

Qin Ning smiled gently, "Then I know."

Lao Qian quickly remembered the data, and went to fetch recent experimental data for Qin Ning to read, both good and bad, so that Qin Ning could understand the situation.

Qin Ning was watching, and Lao Qian said again: "Xiao Qin, you were hospitalized for coughing up blood a while ago, are you really okay?"

Qin Ning said, "It's much better."

Old Qian patted him on the shoulder lightly, "Pay attention to your body, we will research the first experimental product as soon as possible."

Qin Ning said with a comfortable smile, "I will pay attention and look forward to the results of the experiment."

Old Qian also smiled.

Qin Ning stayed in Shuangqin until 05:30 in the afternoon. He ate some porridge and vegetarian dishes in the staff cafeteria before returning to his place of residence.

On the way back, I stopped by to buy some decorative items.

The original owner lived there for a long time, but it was still empty. He wanted to add some things to increase the breath of life.

Wang Hai made a mistake once. He didn't dare to let Qin Ning go up and down the stairs by himself. He personally sent him into the room, and even checked the corners vigilantly before leaving in peace.

Before leaving, he asked Qin Ning to lock the doors and windows, just like treating a child who has no common sense in life.

Qin Ning couldn't help laughing.

After Wang Hai left, Qin Ning opened the easel, put it on the balcony, took out the drawing board, and prepared the oil paints, turpentine and blending oil that needed to be used.

The original owner didn't know how to draw, and Qin Ning had never touched a pen in front of others. Seeing that the original owner's house was empty, he couldn't help but start painting for decoration.

The entire apartment faces south, so you can draw some simple and bright oil paintings for decoration.

Qin Ning first draws on the canvas with a pencil. He draws the first draft very carefully. It takes an hour to finish the pencil draft. Before writing, he habitually writes his designed personal signature.

He is preparing the paint and preparing to fill in a large area.

There was a knock on the door.

Qin Ning put down the drawing board and paints, walked over and opened the cat's eyes, looked outside, and saw Ji Yingxian.

After a moment of confusion, Qin Ning opened the door.

Ji Yingxian's cheeks were illuminated by the light from the room. For some reason, Qin Ning felt that not only his face was illuminated, but also his flying eyebrows.

"Is there something you want from me?"

Qin Ning asked.

Ji Yingxian raised his hand, revealing what he was carrying.

"What the old man told you to bring."

Qin Ning reached out to take it, but Ji Yingxian didn't see any intention of leaving. He tentatively asked, "Do you want to come in for a cup of tea?"

Ji Yingxian hesitated for a moment, but didn't answer right away.

Qin Ning thought he didn't want to come in, so she said, "Then thank you for coming over to deliver the things."

He grasped the handle of the door, with the tendency to close it.

Seeing that he had no intention of keeping him, Ji Yingxian was in a hurry, "Then I'll go in and stay for a while."

Qin Ning was slightly stunned, and smiled lightly, "Please come in."

He turned sideways to make way for Ji Yingxian.

Ji Yingxian coughed lightly, stepped into the room pretending to be calm, and changed into a pair of clean cotton slippers under Qin Ning's instructions.

The slippers were bought by Qin Ning when she came back today, and she originally planned to prepare an extra pair in case any guests came over, but who would have expected them to come tonight.

Qin Ning went to the kitchen to boil water, and put the box that Ji Yingxian brought over by the way.

He opened the carton, and saw that these cartons contained finely packaged creamy strawberries, and fresh strawberries that were rosy in white were wrapped in foam one by one, which was very delicate.

Qin Ning put them in the refrigerator one by one to prevent spoilage.

And Ji Yingxian wandered around in the living room, and saw the wooden easel on the balcony with the sketched paintings on it.

When did Qin Ning learn to draw?

He walked over and glanced at the colored oil paints and two oil-based items on the shelf, and he was quite well prepared.

At this time, Qin Ning came out with hot water and made a cup of fruit tea for Ji Yingxian.

The fruit tea bag was given by Qin Ning to be taken away by Mr. Ji earlier, so it happened to be used.

Ji Yingxian held the teacup and blew gently.

He asked, "Can you draw?"

Qin Ning smiled slightly, "When I was free in the hospital, I followed the online tutorials to learn some fur."

In fact, it’s more than superficial. He worked part-time in a training class when he was in college, and learned from the oil painting teacher there. He worked part-time for a few years, and he studied oil painting for a few years. After graduation, he would also paint a few in his free time, and usually donated them to nursing homes. grandparents.

Ji Yingxian said "oh", without further questioning, he walked to the balcony with a teacup in his hand, facing the canvas.

suddenly.

When he saw the inscription in the lower right corner, his eyes froze.

Seeing that he didn't move suddenly, Qin Ning even bent down to look at the canvas with disbelief on his face, as if seeing something unbelievable.

Qin Ning asked blankly, "What's wrong?"

thump—

The teacup slipped from his palm and landed with a clatter.

Water stains were scattered all over the floor, and various dried fruit slices were lying on the tiled floor.

A black shadow flitted in front of Qin Ning's eyes, and Ji Yingxian hurriedly pressed his shoulders, his expression shocked and unbelievable.

"You drew this?!"

Qin Ning looked at the easel with his head tilted in a cloud of mist, and nodded without knowing why.

"I drew it."

Ji Yingxian took a deep breath, his voice was extremely hoarse.

"Where's the manuscript? Did you copy it, or...or..."

If this was not a copy, would Qin Ning...

Could it be...

He dared not think about it.