How to properly play the spare tire character

Qi Jingcheng rubbed the center of his brows irritably. There was a cup of bitter black coffee on the desk in front of him, and a mountain of documents was piled up beside him. The man's eyes were a little black, and his chin also had a blue shadow.

Looked terribly tired.

The phone screen lit up, and he subconsciously picked it up, unlocked it with his fingerprint, and the phone wallpaper that popped up was a gentle and elegant young man.

The young man's long black hair hangs over his shoulders, he probably just got out of the bath, his thick and slender eyelashes are covered with slight dew, like some kind of tacit temptation.

The other party gently raised his snow-like wrist, and the fingertips made of broken jade were a little pink, interspersed in the jet-black hair, which looked extraordinarily seductive.

This is his nominally beautiful wife.

Qi Jingcheng didn't have time to read more, but clicked on WeChat, and the only blank white profile picture on the top still didn't have the little red dot for information.

From last night to now, there has been no response, and the other side is silent, as if he has completely forgotten his husband.

Qi Jingcheng pursed his lips slightly, and clicked to open the dialogue box.

"Ah Ci, good night."

The man saw that the message he sent last night was wrapped in a green message box, and felt a little garish and ugly.

Qi Jingcheng can actually find that his wife's emotions are not quite right these days, and the time it takes for the other party to reply to him is getting longer and longer, even sending a message in the morning and receiving a reply until evening.

Xie Ci has his own job, but in fact he has a lot of free time, so how could he be so distracted to reply to a message?

Qi Jingcheng never felt that he was a sensitive and suspicious person, but his wife's appearance made him feel a little uneasy.

Could it be that Xie Ci is in a bad mood recently?Or he accidentally said something that provoked the other party, or the other party was really tripped by something.

Qi Jingcheng frowned more and more tightly, his eyes were fixed on the frame of the other party's portrait, he hesitated for a while, and he clicked to invite the other party to make a video call.

The phone screen automatically dimmed, and Qi Jingcheng's dark eyes fell on his own shadow reflected on the screen.

The hair on the forehead was too messy, and the exhaustion in his expression could not be concealed no matter what.

Qi Jingcheng subconsciously raised his hand to straighten the hair on his forehead, but before he could straighten it, Xie Ci connected to the video.

The screen of the mobile phone is no longer black, but reflects the handsome and clean face of his wife.Qi Jingcheng's fingers were slightly stiff, and he put his fingers on the table pretending to be gentle, his movements seemed a little unconsciously restrained.

"Ah Ci, good afternoon."

The young man was probably on the balcony at this time, and Qi Jingcheng could vaguely see a cup of tea and an open and folded book on the tea table behind him.

The wife is still quiet, and no one else is a guest at home.

At this time, Xie Ci didn't seem to have expected that Qi Jingcheng would call suddenly. After all, generally speaking, her husband is usually very busy at this time, especially now that the other party is back at Qi's house, there will only be more things to do.

The young man's eyes were as warm as the moon and wind on a spring night, and he said, "Good afternoon, aren't you busy today?"

Qi Jingcheng straightened his back unconsciously, he didn't want to show any tired posture in front of Xie Ci, just like a male courting a mate, he would never allow himself to lose his image in front of the one he likes.

But in fact, he has forgotten at this moment that the body he is in now does not belong to him. The original owner and Xie Ci have already passed through this period. They are lovers who have lived for many years. Impossible not to see.

Sure enough, the young man on the screen seemed to sense the energy he had forcibly cheered up, and his expression relaxed. Yue Mo still felt a little distressed, so he said a few more words.

Or some words that make people tired of listening, nothing more than maintaining the body, supplementing sleep energy and the like.

But Qi Jingcheng listened very seriously. The man's black eyes were fixed on Xie Ci, and there was a rare gentle look on his usually calm face. His preference for young people was almost obvious.

He almost took a notebook to write down Xie Ci's words and deeds.

Xie Ci probably also realized that he had talked too much, he paused, and slowed down his tone: "Jing Cheng, is there anything else you want to call?"

Qi Jingcheng was taken aback, in fact, he didn't call Xie Ci because of something, he just wanted to see him, even to hear his voice.

But such a reason was too nasty for Qi Jingcheng to say.

Xie Ci pursed his lips knowingly, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up a little: "Did you leave the documents at home? You were always like this before, and you are not allowed to be counted down."

When the young man mentioned the past, his tone became obviously lighter, with a bit of anger.

When Qi Jingcheng heard the words, the expression in his eyes cooled down inch by inch, but he concealed it well, and Xie Ci didn't see it.

The pen cap in the man's hand was almost pinched and deformed, but he still could only smile on his face: "That's all in the past... But I'm really not calling today because of documents or work."

Xie Ci paused slightly as he sat on the wicker chair, rubbed the pages of the book with his slender fingers, and looked up at the man.

It's like a gentle and lovely cat poking its head out.

Qi Jingcheng couldn't think of anything for a moment, he couldn't control his eyes, and found that the person who fell in love was really not rational.

For example, at this moment, he can't remember what he thought was 'nasty' at all.

The man's deep black eyes were full of tenderness, like ruins and roses finally blending through time and space. He said, "I called because I missed you."

Xie Ci was stunned for a moment, her husband hadn't expressed his heart to him so bluntly for a long time.

It's been too long, they have always treated each other as guests, even if they sleep on the same bed, they are only back to back.

They have nothing to say, and most of them are extremely embarrassed to find topics.Qi Jingcheng no longer had a tacit understanding with him, and they no longer talked about everything with each other.

Even a third party is likely to appear in this marriage.

Xie Ci felt sour, and finally felt that her familiar husband had returned.

The young man's black and white pupils were half downcast, and the under eyelids were unexpectedly a little red.

People are easy to be spoiled and arrogant. When he is sure that his husband still loves him, all the forbearance and grievances in the past burst out together.

Qi Jingcheng really didn't expect Xie Ci's reaction after hearing this sentence. His beautiful wife's eyes turned red almost instantly, and the water marks at the end of each other's eyes could be seen through the screen.

Qi Jingcheng was at a loss for the first time in his life.

He didn't understand why his wife was crying, but he knew that her wife had probably suffered a lot of grievances where he couldn't see her.

Qi Jingcheng always puts more emphasis on his career. In his original world, he was an out-and-out workaholic.

Many times, he may forget that there is a little lover waiting for him at home.

Qi Jingcheng felt so guilty, so he racked his brains, coaxed patiently, and even expressed his willingness to show Xie Ci his amazing singing and painting skills in order to divert his emotions.

A song was out of tune from the beginning to the end, and finally made the young man smile.

Qi Jingcheng leaned very close to the screen, his black eyes fixed on Xie Ci, he was like every ordinary husband who loves his wife deeply, his tone was a bit awkward: "Ah Ci, your messages are getting slower and slower."

Xie Ci pursed his lips: "...you are busy with some things during this time, so I don't want to bother you."

Qi Jingcheng interrupted him: "It's not particularly busy, and I won't be annoying."

Xie Ci's lips curled into a smile: "Understood."

They stayed tenderly for a while before Xie Ci hung up the phone.

After turning off the screen of the phone, Xie Ci faintly heard a clear and crisp notification tone next to his ear.

"The current score of the spare tire is cumulatively A, which has reached the basic score of leaving the world. It is known that the energy of the white hole in this world is too strong, and the risk factor is too high. The host can choose whether to leave?"

Xie Ci gently blew on the tea leaves in the teacup, leaned his body on the rattan chair, and his gentle temperament changed almost instantly.

The face is still the same, but now it looks slow and easy.

He said, "No, stay in this world."

"After receiving the wishes of the host, you will continue to play the role until it is recovered or appears unexpectedly."

Xie Ci stroked the rim of the cup. The sound of this system was extremely stiff. It was probably a sub-system assigned by the company to help temporarily. Xie Ci paused and said, "How is 006 recovering?"

The sub-system replied in a straight-forward manner: "Most of the abilities and concrete abilities of System 006 have been eroded by the differentiation of white holes, and they have been sent to the system trade union for body remodeling. The host does not need to worry too much."

Xie Ci put down the teacup gently, and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, the points spent by 006 will be deducted from my account."

The sub-system responded with two beeps, and then there was no more sound.

**

Since Xie Ci added WeChat with Qi Mingcheng that day, the other party hasn't moved much.

It seems that both sides have completely forgotten about each other.

Xie Ci has been on vacation for the past few days, and Qi Jingcheng is not at home. When Xie Ci was sorting out the photo album, he found a photo album of him and her husband in college.

The young man sat sideways on the side of the bed, turning pages one by one, his movements were very gentle, as if he was holding some precious treasure.

Turning all the way to a group photo of a hot pot restaurant, Xie Ci had a faint smile on his brows and eyes.

When this photo was taken, Xie Ci and Qi Jingcheng were having a temper tantrum, and neither of them paid attention to the other. In the end, Qi Jingcheng awkwardly came to hold Xie Ci's hand.

The emotions couldn't be stretched anymore, Qi Jingcheng couldn't be so young and mature for a moment, the other party babbled a lot like an elder, first he had a deep self-criticism, and then he said that Xie Ci had neglected him like this The attitude hurt him.

In the end they reconciled as before.

Xie Ci flipped through the photo, and found that behind the photo was a paragraph written in Qi Jingcheng's handwriting.

"On October 2019, 10, I made Ah Ci angry, but it was indeed my fault. I shouldn't be jealous and make Ah Ci sad. I decided to come here if I have any trouble with Ah Ci, or have a knot in my heart. Let’s go to a hotpot restaurant, Qi Jingcheng.”

After reading this passage, Xie Ci was taken aback.

He suddenly turned the photo album from front to back again.

In fact, there are Qi Jingcheng's handwriting on the back of many photos. This album itself has been preserved since the day they established their relationship.

Xie Ci's fingertips trembled slightly, it turned out that her husband loved him so deeply when he didn't know it.

The words and sentences written by the other party are very plain and life-like. They may not have the gorgeous and elegant rhetoric like poetry, but they are inexplicably exciting.

Xie Ci suddenly remembered the reason why he liked the other party in the first place.

Is it just because the other party is his salvation?

No.

It was because of Qi Jingcheng's steady and careful attitude, and his unique tenderness towards him.

The other party's love has always been blazing, like the tide wrapped in the scorching sun, it will completely drown Xie Ci in it.

Xie Ci suddenly wanted to call Qi Jingcheng, but the strange thing was that when he thought of his current husband, the sweet and sour feeling in his chest disappeared without a trace.

It's as if Qi Jingcheng in memory and her current husband are two separate people.

The current husband has always given him a strange sense of strangeness to a certain extent, and Xie Ci's full of love can't be completely poured into him.

Xie Ci treasured the photo album on the bedside, looking at the sunlight outside the window, he suddenly didn't want to lock himself at home all the time.

He put on the white shirt and jeans that he and his husband had met for the first time, raised his wrist slightly, and tied his long hair into a high ponytail.

Looking at Wen Shun's face in the mirror, Xie Ci was in a daze, as if he was still in college.

He and her husband are still a pair of lovers who have no gap and are passionately in love.

Xie Ci went to that hot pot restaurant.

He went on foot, Xie Ci was very patient, and his posture was focused and elegant when walking.

Xie Ci has already unknowingly transformed into a jewel-like beauty in the eyes of others, under the careful care of her husband for many years.

Xie Ci had just arrived at this store, and the weather was getting colder. Xie Ci's slender, white knuckles were holding the doorknob, but another pair of wide and slender wrists were holding the doorknob with him at the same time.

Xie Ci trembled, subconsciously avoided, and raised his eyes slightly.

He crashed into the dark blue sea tide, and in a trance, the sea water wrapped his whole body.

The sea water is like a lover holding them, absorbing into the young man's body.

Qi Mingcheng staggered his wrists slightly back, he smiled and said, "Mr. Xie, what a coincidence."

The tone of the young man's speech rose slightly, and the button on the neckline was buttoned to the top meticulously.

That strange sense of familiarity struck again, and even made Xie Ci's heart tremble.

He managed to stabilize his emotions, and said in a low voice, "...it's a coincidence."

Qi Mingcheng curled his fingertips, probably restraining some kind of floating mood, and said in a soft tone: "Mr. Xie, is he coming to eat hot pot alone? Why don't we share a table and treat it as a meal."

Xie Ci pursed his lips, feeling a sense of loss of control in his mind, he said involuntarily: "Okay."

The two chose a seat by the window. Xie Ci was very quiet when picking up the dishes, but Qi Mingcheng chatted with Xie Ci with a smile on his lips. Generally speaking, the atmosphere was very good.

The owner of the hotpot restaurant knew Xie Ci, Xie Ci was gentle and elegant, he and Qi Jingcheng had visited this hotpot restaurant many times before, and the boss remembered him as normal.

The boss is a somewhat rich middle-aged man. When he saw Xie Ci and Qi Mingcheng, he smiled and said, "Mr. Xie, right? It's been several years, and you and Mr. Qi are still so close."

Xie Ci was taken aback, and just about to explain, the boss said again: "You and your husband are a perfect match, should they be married?"

The smile on Qi Mingcheng's face was bright and clear, and he took the boss's words very naturally and said: "Yes, I got married a long time ago."