The reborn superstar does not fall

Qi Anran looked at the black and white photo of Shen Qing hanging on the top of the mourning hall. In the photo, Shen Qing's eyebrows were gentle, just like his own personality.

Attend your own funeral?

Shen Qing may be No.1 in this world.

Qi Anran squinted her eyes, mocking herself in her heart, but she didn't feel happy at all.

The funeral was actually not luxurious. Although Ji Gehe was a popular star, his financial conditions were not that good. He debuted for only two years, and although he got a lot of endorsements with Shen Qing's help, he deducted For the company, after purchasing some clothing and watches for attending events, and leasing some high-end nanny cars, there is actually not much left.

Fortunately...

Qi Anran sighed, looked over the crowd in front of him, and looked at the man standing beside the altar.

——It’s not in vain that I have devoted my heart and soul to you for seven years, and I finally have a place to live after I die.

In just a few days, Ji Gehe seemed to be ten years older.

Qi Anran observed him quietly, there was still no ripple in her heart.Ji Gehe was wearing a suit, black tie, black gauze on his arms, and his back was bowed.

A head of carefully trimmed half-short curly hair is disheveled and messy, Ji Gehe has an unshaven beard, and thick dark circles under the eyes can be seen clearly from a long distance.

Qi Anran pursed her lips tightly, unable to tell whether the emotion in her heart was warmth or resentment.

A cameraman was specially selected to stand in front of the camera, and the worshipers lined up neatly, holding white chrysanthemums in their hands, and bowed hastily, in order to stay in the front camera for one more second.

Qi Bufu's arrival caused quite a commotion, the small mourning hall was crowded with people, Qi Bufu unceremoniously asked the two bodyguards who followed him to make a way for him, Qi Anran followed closely Behind him, one can vaguely hear the surrounding whispers——

"Why did Great God Qi come!?"

"Shen Qing is hiding something, he actually knows Qi Dashen!"

"Cut, what are you doing, such a big wrist is still here to compete with us little shrimps..."

"That's right, if I knew he was coming...I would..."

Qi Anran lowered his head and listened, and walked to the front, until Qi Bufu stopped and stretched out his hand to stop him before raising his head in a daze, Qi Bufu frowned and reprimanded: "What are you doing absent-mindedly! If you don't want to come, go home go!"

"I'm sorry," Qi Anran hooked his lips, concealing the complicated emotions in his eyes, and looked head-on at Ji Gehe who was standing not far away: "Hello."

Ji Gehe nodded slightly. When he observed closely, his exhaustion was almost invisible. His face was as pale as a ghost, and his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes. It was obvious that he hadn't had a good rest for a long time.

Qi Anran sneered, presumably the relationship between Ji Gehe and Chen Ziran was not as smooth as he imagined.

The person in front of him is almost completely unfamiliar at this moment. The young man who was full of dreams and longings when he first met has long been lost in the abyss of the entertainment industry, and the ones who stay are only those who will do anything for their own future. The strange Ji Gehe .

"Great God Qi," Ji Gehe looked at Qi Bufu in a panic, he is just a little idol who has just started to become popular, and there shouldn't be any intersection with someone like Qi Bufu who has already stood at the top of the pyramid, no one invited him Qi Bufu, but he came here as a matter of course, does he know Qing? "Why did you come? Sorry..."

Ji Gehe gasped weakly, leaned his forehead against the wall, his eyes dimmed, "I will find someone else to entertain you, Qing will be very happy if she knows that you are here too..."

Qi Anran was severely surprised by this gaffe.

Ji Gehe nodded in a trance to Qi Anran standing behind Qi Bufu: "Hello."

Qi Anran stared at him blankly.

Qi Bufu just glanced at him, then defiantly picked a plain white chrysanthemum from a flower pot at the side, went forward and put it on the desk.

Only then did Qi Anran come to his senses, and extended his right hand to Ji Gehe with complicated eyes: "... hello."

He smiled habitually, but unexpectedly, Ji Gehe staggered suddenly.

Qi Anran was a little worried, Ji Gehe's face was as pale as a dead person, he inevitably felt a little worried, so he stepped forward to help, but Ji Gehe dodged in a panic.

Ji Gehe got rid of his kindness, and hurriedly took two steps back, not daring to look into Qi Anran's eyes, and gently shook his head: "Sorry..."

Qi Anran said coldly: "Are you okay?"

Ji Gehe nodded, looked around in a trance, gasped for breath, and finally stared at the ground: "I'm sorry... I still have something to do, so I'll take my leave first."

After he finished speaking, he didn't wait for Qi Anran to answer, he hurriedly leaned on the wall and left, his back was in a panic.Like hell.

green……

That smile...

Ji Gehe shook his head, leaning against the wall without focus, his knees were weak, his left chest was empty, like a dry well buried in an abyss, bottomless.

He supported his chest, took a deep breath, took out a bottle of small pills from his pocket, poured them into his mouth and swallowed dryly.

Suddenly a glass of water was handed beside him, Ji Gehe was stunned for a moment, then looked over, Chen Ziran was wearing a light yellow sportswear and a baseball cap, with big toad glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Ji Gehe frowned: "Why are you dressed like this?"

Chen Ziran's hand holding the water glass trembled, then he pursed his lips tightly, and pulled off the toad mirror, his round cat eyes were full of anger: "Ji Gehe! Have you had enough!?" Why? Well, he didn't come to attend the funeral, so why should he be dressed in black?

Ji Gehe took a deep breath, feeling dizzy before his eyes, but he didn't want to argue with Chen Ziran, so he stood up and supported the edge of the flower bed, wanting to leave.

Chen Ziran ran forward to stop him in two steps, looked straight at him, and his aggrieved voice changed: "It's not my fault! Why do you treat me like this? Ji Gehe, you are my boyfriend ! Shen Qing has nothing to do with you long ago!"

Ji Gehe sighed wearily, and pushed him away, with a weak voice: "Cheng Zi, don't bother me now, it's already noisy outside. Don't you still have a new album to record, go back quickly."

"I don't want to!" Chen Ziran grabbed Ji Gehe's collar and dragged him in front of him, asking aggressively: "I just want to know what kind of plane you want to fly! It was you who said it yourself, did you treat Shen Qing?" Feelings! Aren’t you slapping me now? What does Shen Qing’s funeral have to do with you? I’m annoyed by seeing the grief-stricken look! What on earth do you mean? You still like that ugly monster!?”

"Chen Ziran!!" Listening to Chen Ziran's sarcasm, Ji Gehe's eyes became sharp instantly, matching the bloodshot eye sockets to look extremely ferocious, pulling off Chen Ziran's hand holding his collar, Ji Gehe lowered his voice He shouted loudly: "Are you enough? What is this place? How long do you want to mess around!" Behind are the guests who came to the funeral. This is the last resting place of Shen Qing. If the dispute between himself and Chen Ziran is discovered, There was bound to be chaos again.

He glared at Chen Ziran fiercely, strode past him and wanted to leave, but Chen Ziran said coldly again behind him: "Ji Gehe, are you so courageous? No one has ever dared to talk to me like that Well, who bought you the suit on your body, your car and your house, have you forgotten?"

Ji Gehe's footsteps paused, and after a while, he moved again, and a tired voice came from his back to Chen Ziran: "Okay, Orange, don't think about it, I still have something to do, let's talk about it later."

"……Hold!"

Chen Ziran stared blankly at Ji Gehe's leaving back, and angrily threw his glasses to the ground, "What a fucking bitch!"

Flicking his hair that fell to his forehead, Chen Ziran stared angrily at the roof for a while, spit on the ground, and then rolled his eyes and left.

-

Because he is the actor's younger brother, Qi Anran's appearance has also attracted a lot of attention. This figure who is not involved in the entertainment industry but occasionally appears in gossip magazines is no stranger to everyone. Qi Anran lowered his head to avoid everyone's gaze. At the same time, he saw Chen Ziran appearing in the back hall arguing with Ji Gehe.

Enough is enough, even good people will be angered by them, this is a mourning hall!If he was really dead, wouldn't these two people be afraid of their lives being killed? ?

"elder brother……"

Qi Bufu sent flowers back, Qi Anran tugged at the hem of his clothes, and whispered: "I'm a little tired, brother, shall we go back?"

Qi Bufu stared at him for a while, then raised his hand to touch his forehead, then quickly shrank back as if he had touched rubbish, frowning with disgust on his face: "I told you not to come out, but you still follow , it is of no use except to make trouble!"

As he said this, he twirled his hands, feeling the sweat between his fingertips, Qi Bufu cursed secretly in his heart——

——Do it yourself!

A handkerchief was thrown on his head, and Qi Anran stretched out his hand to take it off in a daze, with a blue and black checkered pattern, thicker than ordinary handkerchiefs, before he could figure it out, Qi Bufu grabbed his hand and roughly covered his forehead.

"Wipe your forehead!" Qi Bufu seemed very angry, "What a disgrace! You're so stupid!"

Qi Anran was covered with a handkerchief, couldn't help laughing, wiped his forehead, and stuffed the handkerchief into his pocket.Meeting Qi Bufu's menacing gaze, Qi Bufu smiled in a good mood: "Okay brother, don't be awkward, I'm so tired, let's go home."

Qi Bufu snorted, looked at the mourning hall, then turned and left without any hesitation.

Qi Anran lowered his head, although he was smiling, his face was as pale as ever. He walked outside the door, and finally took a look at the portrait of the man hanging high there.

"Heh...Shen Qing..." Qi Anran laughed blankly, lowered her eyes, and stared at her palm.A long scar left on the tiger's mouth because of filming a martial arts scene no longer belongs to him.

Qi Anran sighed, and quietly bid farewell to the air, "Goodbye, Shen Qing."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and strode away following Qi Bufu's footsteps, his fiery red hair drew an arrogant arc in the air, sharp and decisive.

In the mourning hall, Ji Gehe, who just came out of the back hall, stared blankly at the gate where Qi Anran left, his eyes blank.

That smile...that feeling...

green?

Ji Gehe came back to his senses, stroked his chest and panted violently for a moment, then suddenly stretched out his hand and slapped himself mercilessly.

— What a joke!The dead are dead.

Shen Qing was already dead, lying in the cold urn in the tomb.

Ji Gehe repeated this fact over and over again, his eyes gradually became cold.