little widow

The crashing waves coated the coastline with a layer of silver.

Considering Lily's fragile heart, Shi Qi changed the topic with a smile: "Sister Lily, Xiao Qi who is so heavenly is coming back, are you not happy?"

"Happy...I'm so happy." Lily gritted her teeth.

But quite pleased.

After Shi Qi reunited with Gong Xingchuan, he was depressed in his own way.

He doesn't confront Gu Xi, who has taken his number one male lead, and doesn't fight with the director whose ass is crooked to Nantianmen.

In the eyes of outsiders, Shi Xi is no different from usual, only Sister Lily, who has been taking him with him, knows that Shi Xi is in a bad mood.

very bad.

If Shi Qi was in a good mood, even if all members of the Gong family were dead, he would choke Gu Xi to the point where he had nothing to say, and then posted the recording of the director's words on Weibo.

It's not like he hasn't done this before.

Lily doesn't like artists with too sharp edges and corners. Shi Qi is too individual and rebellious, but the shining points on him make his shortcomings cute.

He is a natural actor, God rewards him with food, if he doesn't go this way, it's a waste!

Lily's cell phone on the desk ding-dong rang.

He Lan: Mr. Gong is still in a meeting.

Lily: Did he find Shi Qi's Weibo?

He Lan: Mr. Gong stared at the phone for a minute, he should have found out.

Lily: ...OK, I see.

Since Gong Xingchuan didn't say anything, she didn't have to force Shi Xi to delete Weibo.

Besides, deleting it at this time is useless.The Internet has a memory.

Lily felt her hairline start to recede uncontrollably again.

No matter how ups and downs there are on the Internet, it can't affect Shi Xi's good mood. He rolled a few times on the beach and basked in the sun paralyzed.

The phone started vibrating again.

Shi Qi thought it was Lily calling, so he connected without looking at it.

He said happily: "Why, you are not happy enough? How about I take you to see Gong Xingchuan..."

"Shiqi." A dry and hoarse voice interrupted him.

Shi Qi fell from the dream into reality, and the hand holding the mobile phone showed a vein.

The voice asked: "Gong Kai's first seven, why don't you go home?"

In the first 16 years of Shi Qi's short life, he lived like every unfortunate child.

He had an alcoholic father and a calculating mother.They lived together in a tube building in the old town.

The Tongzilou was half old but not old, rumors of demolition were passed on from neighbor to neighbor.Everyone seems to believe that as long as they persevere, they can get rid of the torment of poverty by relying on the demolition and resettlement funds.But year after year, there are countless versions of the word "demolition" on the wall, but the demolition team did not come, but the building is still there.

Shi Qi likes Tongzilou, because there are human touches in Tongzilou.

Standing in front of the door, he could see the fat aunt diagonally across from him rolling up his sleeves cooking braised pork, and he could also see the hands of the old man next door stretching out his clothes on the window sill.

There are miniatures of all ordinary people in the world in Tongzilou, but Shi Qi's parents don't want to be imprisoned in this square inch.

The heart is higher than the sky, and the life is thinner than the paper. This is probably the kind of person you are talking about.

Shi Qi's alcoholic father is half asleep and half awake all the year round. Sometimes when he comes home from school and the door is opened a little louder, he will be kicked into the room and beaten up, and then in the short sobriety of the other party, he will regret it apology.

At first Shi Qi would forgive his father, but later he understood that an apology is just another excuse for the parents, and for his father, it is more like a guarantee for the next kick.

So 16-year-old Shi Qi chose to resist. He went to a nightclub to wash dishes, and by coincidence, he met Gong Xingchuan.

He is the glimmer of light in his bleak life, the spring breeze intoxicated by his fantasy in despair.

After answering the phone, Shi Qi walked to the parking lot, smoked absently with a cigarette in his mouth.

He thought that if Gong Kai died, his parents would let him go.

Facts have proved that Shi Qi had oversimplified things.

Shi Qi drove back to the city and chose an unfamiliar road on the viaduct.

he's returned home.

The Tongzilou in the old city stands tall, with three or four mahjong tables downstairs, surrounded by middle-aged and elderly men in white sweatshirts, like flies around rotten meat.

Shi Qi's car caught their attention, but he didn't stop it.He circled the Tongzilou twice, stepped on the accelerator and left.

After Shi Qi married Gong Kai, his parents moved to the new community next to Tongzilou.

Across the street, advertisements for high-end apartments were posted everywhere. Shi Xi followed the route he remembered, drove downstairs to his parents' house, put on a mask, and hurried upstairs.

The corridor exudes the peculiar earthy smell of cement soaked in water.

Shi Xi walked in a hurry, covered in sweat, and sweat began to drip from his forehead.

He thought of the dark and narrow cabinet, of the cane soaked in cold water, and of many, many things he thought he had forgotten.

Finally he stopped in front of a security door.

When there is no need to knock on the door, the door is already open.

There were two excited reporters sitting in the room, listening to Shi Xi's father talking.

boom--!

Shi Qi kicked open the anti-theft door, and with a deafening kick, the cameras in the hands of the reporters were knocked out.

"Mr. Shi..."

"Get out." Shi Qi glanced at the press card on the reporter's neck, "No matter what you hear or see today, don't try to post it on the Internet... Don't blame me for not reminding you."

The faces of the reporters turned blue and white, and one of them seemed to refute, but was grabbed by the wrist by his companion.

"Let's go." Unwillingly, he picked up the camera and left Shi Qi's house in a hurry.

Shi Qi closed the anti-theft door again, walked to the table as if nothing had happened, and poured himself a cup of tea.

"Shi Qi, you..." His father's face was flushed, and veins appeared on his forehead.

Shi Qi's father, named Shi Xiangguo, works as a skilled worker in a factory and has no education. When he is angry, he only clenches his fists fiercely.

"It's rare, you didn't drink." Shi Qi shook his head with a half-smile.

He is no longer a 16-year-old boy, and he will not shrink back because of Shi Xiangguo's scolding.

"You still know to come back?" Shi Xiangguo was furious.

He said, "I don't owe you anything, why come back?"

"You are my son, and I am your father! I gave you your life, and you owe me all your life!"

Shi Xi closed his eyes and sighed faintly.

He changed the subject: "Where's Mom?"

"Don't bother her, she's crying!"

"Crying?" Shi Qi smiled, feeling ridiculous, "I really don't know who is your real son, Gong Kai or I."

Embarrassment flashed in Shi Xiangguo's eyes, and he raised his hand to slap him.

Shi Qi looked at his father calmly, without avoiding it: "You hit me today, and I will be interviewed tomorrow... The media asked how the injury on my face came about, how do you think I will answer?"

His father withdrew his hand guiltily, and retorted, "It's only right and proper for me to teach my son a lesson!"

He sneered endlessly: "Stop talking nonsense... why did you call me back?"

"You still have the face to ask me?" Shi Xiangguo gained confidence again, and pulled out a newspaper from under the table, "You and Gong Xingchuan got together?"

The crumpled newspapers were stained with dirty oil, and the anonymous tabloids were full of fanciful gossip, only this time they got it right.