It's another day for the broken vase

The wall clock on the wall of the living room pointed to nine o'clock, and after the two finished catching up with the episode of "The Peerless Adviser" that day, Feng Qianxing had no reason to stay here, and got up to leave.

Lu Qi sent him out, Feng Qianxing pressed the fingerprint lock of his own door, held the doorknob, thought for a moment and then turned to look at him: "Would you like to come to my house for a while?"

"Ah?" Lu Qi was a little surprised, but still shook his head, "No need, next time."

"What? Can't wait to come in and sit down? Then come in quickly." Feng Qianxing greeted warmly.

Lu Qi: "..."

You are afraid of being deaf.

This time it was not good to save the other party's face, so Lu Qi had no choice but to go to Feng Qianxing's house at the opposite door.

After Lu Qi walked into his house, Feng Qianxing secretly heaved a sigh of relief, sure enough, the thick-skinned is invincible.

Entering Feng Qianxing's house, the decoration is very simple, ordinary and comfortable, and it is not as exaggerated as imagined in the big star's house.After Feng Qianxing welcomed him into the door, he left a sentence, "Sit wherever you want, and look around if you want", and went to the kitchen to make arrangements.

Lu Qi just sat on the sofa for several hours, and now he wanted to walk around. After wandering around the living room, he wandered to the study.

He likes to look at the study of other people's house the most. Through the study, one can gain a deep understanding of the person's hobbies and knowledge, which are exactly what one cannot see just by looking at the outside.Like when he went to Lu Zhai yesterday, just by looking at the books in Lu Dongyao's big cabinet, he knew that Lu Dongyao was definitely not easy to deal with.

The books in Feng Qianxing's study are not as exaggerated as Lu Dongyao's, but the number is definitely quite a lot. Compared with Lu Dongyao's all-encompassing, his books are much more specific: there are mostly books on philosophy, performance, and literature. I even saw several brick-thick foreign language books. Because they were placed in a high place, I couldn’t see the specific language, but I could only see some curved ghostly symbols.Lu Qi was a little curious, wondering if Feng Qianxing, who can't speak English, can speak other languages?

The book was placed too high, and Lu Qi had to tiptoe to reach it; the book was too heavy, and he struggled to pull it out several times with sore hands. After pulling out most of it with great effort, the study door opened with a "click" Feng Qianxing held the salad and said, "I mixed some salad for you... what are you doing?"

"Ah? I'll just read your book." Lu Qi turned his head helplessly, Feng Qianxing opened his mouth to speak, suddenly opened his eyes wide, and said in a broken voice: "Be careful——!"

Before Lu Qi could react, the world was spinning for a while, and there was the sound of cracking glass in his ears, accompanied by a bang, and a muffled groan escaped.

After being stunned for several seconds, Lu Qi finally figured out what happened just now.

The thick foreign language book fell out, and in a hurry, Feng Qianxing threw away the glass bowl containing the salad in his hand, rushed over to protect him, the book fell on Feng Qianxing, and he was fine.

Lu Qi was pushed to the side bookcase, and a hand was thoughtfully placed on the back of his head to prevent him from hitting the glass.He tentatively pushed Feng Qianxing, and worried: "Are you okay?"

It took Feng Qianxing a long time to recover his language function, and he grinned and said, "...It's okay, how are you?"

"Sit on the chair soon, let me see where it hit?" Lu Qi pulled him to the chair and sat down, carefully pressed Feng Qianxing's head - the book hit the outside of the back of Feng Qianxing's neck , with a large bruise and a little bit of skin.

Lu Qi's complexion changed, did he hit the carotid artery?He asked Feng Qianxing: "Does it hurt a lot?"

"……fine."

Lu Qi stretched out his hand to hold him: "Go, go to the hospital!"

Feng Qianxing was taken aback for a moment: "Ah? Didn't he just get smashed? Wouldn't it be necessary to go to the hospital?"

"The bone structure of the neck itself is very fragile, and it is very easy to cause fainting. Go to the hospital to see."

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm not dizzy, hahaha, it's just that there are stars in front of my eyes, it's okay, let me take it easy." Feng Qianxing smiled and waved at him, facing Lu Qi's worried expression, he felt strangely ...It's actually a little cool.

"Don't take it seriously, it will be terrible if there are any sequelae." Lu Qi said seriously.

Feng Qianxing couldn't resist him, so he could only say: "You know that a celebrity like me, who suddenly leaves home to go to the hospital in the middle of the night, the next day, no, what will happen to the Internet tonight? It's okay, I used to There are fewer injuries in filming scenes? Don't worry about it."

Lu Qi was still worried: "Then I will find a way to call a doctor for you to come home."

"No, no, no," Lu Qi saw that if he didn't move, he simply grabbed him, Feng Qianxing immediately pretended to be sick, "Oh, don't touch me, I'm dizzy."

Lu Qi was so frightened that he immediately let go.

Feng Qianxing propped his forehead and said with a helpless smile, "Are you really worried about me?"

"Nonsense!" Lu Qi glared at him.

"Then you sit down, sit next to me, I'll be fine after a while."

Lu Qi: "...?"

What kind of cure is this?The corner of his mouth twitched, and he opened his mouth to refuse. Looking at Shang Feng Qianxing's expectant eyes, his heart softened for some reason, and he nodded and sat down.

"Now I believe what is said in the TV series, that kind of peerless master gently slashes the back of a person's head with his hand, and that person passes out." Feng Qianxing said with emotion.

Lu Qi poked his head to look at Feng Qianxing's wound from time to time, frowning slightly, with a worried look, "Of course, there was an accident before, a couple, the woman left a hickey on the man's neck, and it turned out..." He said in the There was a pause here, as if it was a bit difficult to say.

Feng Qianxing was curious: "What happened?"

"As a result ... the boy developed a blood clot in his neck, caused a stroke and lost his life."

Feng Qianxing was silent, and couldn't help reaching out to touch the back of his neck.

Why is Fat Si suddenly a little scared.

"But you don't have to worry too much. After all, this kind of thing has a small probability." Lu Qi glanced at Feng Qianxing's hand touching his neck, "...but I can't guarantee yours."

Feng Qianxing froze.

Immediately afterwards, he smiled calmly: "Don't tell me, I'm lucky, I can always..."

"Crash into a low-probability event." Lu Qi said.

Feng Qianxing: "...can avoid disaster."

I can't talk today.

"Do you have povidone iodine at home? I think a small piece of you has been smashed by a book." Lu Qi asked.

"Yes, it seems to be in the living room, can you look for it?"

Not long after, Lu Qi came back with a small medicine box, carefully disinfected Feng Qianxing, and put gauze on it.

After finishing the treatment, Lu Qi got up and said, "Okay, just take it easy, I'm going to clean up the salad and broken glass, don't move around."

After a while, I came back with a broom and mop, swept away the glass and salad, carefully poured it into a garbage bag covered with two or three layers, mopped the floor clean, and squatted on the ground carefully looking for it twice. After there were no glass shards, he stood up straight with peace of mind, and as soon as he raised his head, he met Feng Qianxing's eyes that he hadn't had time to look back.

Both of them were taken aback for a moment, and soon Feng Qianxing turned his head away in embarrassment, and asked Lu Qi: "Do you have paper, pens and tape in your study?"

"Ah? Check in the drawer." Feng Qianxing still didn't dare to look at him, "Why do you want that?"

Lu Qi opened the drawer under the desk according to his words, found the pen and paper, scribbled a few words, then tore off a piece of tape, tore it with his teeth, and stuck the paper to the garbage bag.

Feng Qianxing leaned over to take a look, and saw a few large characters written "There are glass shards inside, please be careful not to prick your hands" written on the paper.

Chuanze Apartment has a special person to collect the garbage, as long as the residents put the garbage bag at the door, someone will collect it. Lu Qi's move can be said to be very considerate.

Feng Qianxing's heart moved, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "Your handwriting is very beautiful. I saw someone on Weibo saying that this is called thin gold body?"

"Hey, what a thin golden body, it's not a writing brush. After practicing handwriting a lot, I will mix up some miscellaneous things. Wait a minute." Lu Qi said, and walked out with cleaning tools and garbage bags.

A few minutes later, Lu Qi came back, washed his hands, and apologized to Feng Qianxing: "I'm sorry, I messed with your books and hurt you."

"It's okay, I said you were just wandering around, I just didn't expect you to read that book," Feng Qianxing smiled slightly, "Small injury, just sleep and you'll be fine, it's okay."

Lu Qi turned his head to look at the book he had just picked up and put on the desk, he flipped through two pages and asked, "Is this... in Russian?"

"Ah."

"You...uh..." Lu Qi hesitated a little.

"It's okay, just ask if you have anything."

"Are you..." Lucy paused, "Are you Russian?"

"It's half of me," Feng Qianxing said, "I'm of mixed race, and my mother is from Huaguo. Do you think I look like a Chinese? I only have eyes like foreigners, and my hair is still black."

"Oh, that's it," Lu Qi nodded. He had already guessed that he was a foreigner, which was expected, but, "Why do you wear colored contact lenses?"

Feng Qianxing stretched out his fingers and scratched his face, "Well, there are some personal reasons..."

Hearing what he said, Lu Qi understood, and quickly said: "Mmm, it's okay, I'm just asking casually."

However, although Lu Qi said this sentence as understandingly as he wished, Feng Qianxing felt unhappy for some reason.

He suddenly had an urge to tell the truth about some things, but soon his rationality suppressed the out-of-control emotions, Feng Qianxing took a deep breath, now is not the time... just wait.

"Well, let me say something more...does anyone else know that you are a mixed race?" After holding back for a while, Lu Qi still couldn't help asking.

When Feng Qianxing looked at his bright little eyes, something warm and hot overflowed from his heart, and the corners of his mouth uncontrollably twitched wildly.

So Lu Qi was puzzled to see Feng Qianxing's mouth twitching, and replied with a face of whether to cry or to smile: "The media and fans probably don't know, so just get closer, my manager He and Xu Jiaming know. Ah—" Feng Qianxing thought of something, turned his head to look at him, "Now you know too."

For those who are closer, highlight the key points, do you hear it, the seventh tone - dear, the base tone - close!dear - close!

Feng Qianxing winked wildly, and almost used his eyelids to send Morse code.

Lu Zhinan nodded: "Yes, I also know, but don't worry, I won't say it." After a pause, he asked in doubt, "Are your eyes cramped?"

Feng Qianxing: "..."

Feng Qianxing turned his eyes away to look at the ceiling: "It's okay, I just got flying insects in my eyes."

Telepathy, failed.

After confirming that Feng Qianxing was fine, Lu Qi wandered around in the study room, flipping through this, touching that, and finally took out a few books on performance theory.

"Are these books useful? For improving acting skills." Lu Qi asked the newly promoted TV Emperor.

"Theory only accounts for a very small part. You also know that I suddenly became a star. I didn't know anything about acting before. I don't know some basic theories. It's not enough to know the truth. The more I know is to practice." Feng Qianxing didn't talk to him. The theoretical knowledge in the cloud, said bluntly, "These books are... well, my former manager picked them for me, and they are quite useful."

Feng Qianxing said at the barbecue restaurant, "If you are not good at acting, you have to practice more." It was not perfunctory to prevaricate him, after all, it was a personal experience.

Moreover, Feng Qianxing, like him, was a monk halfway through, so his acting experience might be very useful to him.

The more Lu Qi thought about it, the more feasible it became. He turned his head and looked at Feng Qianxing with sparkling eyes, and said, "Shall I discuss something with you?"