little widow

Shi Qi looked blank: "Live broadcast? What live broadcast?"

He obviously forgot about kicking the phone out from under the quilt earlier.

Gong Xingchuan didn't remind Shi Qi, but pulled his hand out from under the quilt, slipped his five fingers in between his fingers, and clasped his fingers together: "Are you tired?"

Of course I'm tired.

Shi Qi leaned on his uncle's shoulder and thought, whoever insisted on going back and forth on the bed seven or eight times would be exhausted.

But he didn't express the dissatisfaction in his heart, but raised his head, panting while kissing Gong Xingchuan's Adam's apple.

[This room has not been sealed yet, so the patron's father must have contributed. 】

[Xiao Qi is so soft in private, she cried and wanted to have it. 】

[Your number upstairs is gone. 】

[Is it still upstairs? 】

[Oh my god, can the lens be changed?Since you are so happy, why don't you let us have a bite of dog food? 】

[Come on, hurt us! ! ! 】

[Baby Xiaoqi, please say something, Mama misses you so much, ying ying ying. 】

With Shi Qi in his arms, Gong Xingchuan glanced at the dense barrage from the corner of his eye, and followed the fan's wishes to change the angle.

He put the phone upside down on the pillow.

Fans with a black screen suddenly: "..."

"Your fans want you to say something." Gong Xingchuan didn't care about the wailing all over the screen, he lowered his head and blew into Shi Xi's ear.

Shi Xi shrunk under the quilt, and said in an irritable tone, "You lied."

"My fans think I'm a murderer, I don't have any fans anymore."

Gong Xingchuan's arms around him suddenly tightened.

Most of the time, Shi Qi behaved invulnerable, and all external slanders could not penetrate his disguise.

However, the opposite is true.

It's not that Shi Qi doesn't care, but that he cares too much.

He knows that the audience thinks his acting skills are poor, that netizens think he has too much scandal, and that fans can't hold their heads up on the Internet because of his private life.

He knows everything.

He just didn't know how to feel sorry for himself, and even dared to draw a knife on his arm.

Such a sharp blade left criss-crossed cuts on his arms, and was washed white by the cold water, leaving a few ugly scars now.

Gong Xingchuan couldn't bear Shi Qi's appearance in front of the fans, so he put the phone upside down on the pillow.

"You have fans." Gong Xingchuan continued to kiss the back of his neck.

"No." Shi Xi retorted angrily.

Gong Xingchuan said again: "Yes."

"no!"

"Have."

"Gong Xingchuan!" He finally woke up, turned over and rode on his uncle, "Why do you always make me happy? If you don't, then you don't. I'm used to being scolded, and I won't be overwhelmed by such a trivial matter..."

Before he finished speaking, Gong Xingchuan gently pressed the scar on his arm.

Shi Qi paused for a moment.

"Yes." Gong Xingchuan said softly, "Xiao Qi, you have me."

Even if the whole world abandons him, Gong Xingchuan will accompany him.

"Actually," Shi Xi's eyes were hot, and he put his hands on his uncle's shoulders, "Actually, I know I have fans."

"...But I don't want them to like me."

"...I'm not a particularly good entertainer, and I have an annoying number of flaws."

"...I don't want my fans to be hated because of me."

Let's all hate him.

He didn't have a good reputation anyway.

But who doesn't want to be liked by others?

Shi Qi is a well-known artist, and it is precisely because he has accepted infinite malice that he expects to be recognized by fans more than others, and is also more afraid than others to accept fans' love.

"They are very good people in reality, why do you have to be scolded on the Internet for me?" Shi Qi was confused and said seriously, "Uncle, it's fine if I have a clear conscience, but back then... I really left you."

Gong Xingchuan asked back: "So what?"

Shi Qi let out a few desperate whimpers.

"I shouldn't have let you go." Gong Xingchuan pressed his palm against his waist.

Even though those scars have faded away, or have long since disappeared, Gong Xingchuan still remembers that Shi Qi was once disheartened because of them, and almost died because of them.

"Xiao Qi, you shouldn't blame yourself. You should ask me why I couldn't get you out of..."

Shi Qi suddenly stretched out his hand and covered Gong Xingchuan's mouth: "Stop talking."

It's been a long time since he thought of Shi Xiangguo and Ding Xin, but there was no turmoil in his heart.

The pain that I once mentioned was like tearing a scar, and it just dissipated in the wind.

Shi Qi didn't want to hear Gong Xingchuan blame himself.

"It's my own choice." He closed his eyes, listened carefully to his uncle's steady heartbeat, and he also calmed down, "I can't blame others."

"Time Habitat..."

"Uncle, listen to me." Shi Xi grabbed the words, and the light in his eyes gradually became firmer, "I won't fall into it again."

"...How can I hurt myself for this kind of scum?"

Gong Xingchuan kissed his palm, and then turned off the live broadcast.

Shi Qi noticed: "What happened to the phone?"

"It's nothing." Gong Xingchuan turned over and pushed him into bed again, "It's getting dark."

It's time to sleep.

Shi Xi blushed and bent his knees, trying to reason that he was too tired, but unfortunately he was defeated by Gong Xingchuan's attack in the end, and slept until noon the next day.

Then the hot search exploded.

This time it's not because of Shi Qi, but because of Gong Kai.

The content of the live broadcast led by Gong Xingchuan caused an uproar, and because some people released the information that Gong Xingchuan and Gong Kai were not related by blood, Shi Qi's fans began to crusade against his ex-husband.

Countless people suspected that Gong Kai had violent tendencies, and some people found the blurred scar on Shi Qi's wrist from the photos in the past.

Shi Qi once tried to commit suicide by cutting his wrists.

This obvious fact, like an undercurrent under the vast ocean, shuttles coldly through the hearts of everyone who pays attention to this matter.

They start apologizing for every word they have ever said in the past.

Shi Qi reposted Gong Xingchuan's Weibo post, and the number of comments skyrocketed by tens of thousands.

There are blessings and sorry.

Those who hate Shi Qi, because of his true feelings revealed in the live broadcast, regret it too much.

Those who like time and place cry bitterly because of the truth that is within reach.

But only Gong Xingchuan has the most complete and purest time habitat.

As for Gong Kai who hurt Shi Shiqi... I am afraid that he will not live in peace under the Nine Springs.

As the end of the year approaches, the recording of "Double-Faced Pie" is drawing to a close.

This variety show with CP speculation as its selling point, because of the participation of Shi Qi and Gong Xingchuan, the ratings were overwhelming, and it became the annual total ratings champion without any suspense.

Of course, the plot is like a runaway wild horse, which has long gone astray.

The little prince played by Shi Qi and the regent played by Gong Xingchuan are lingering, and Lu Hang has also properly made love to Pei Yun's side.

The two pairs of CP with the most attention were almost eliminated by each other several times in the confrontation again and again, but the producer racked their brains to bring them back to life for the sake of ratings.

When Shi Qi and Lu Hang chatted in private, they were itching with hatred.

One of them has the backing of Gong Xingchuan, and wants to finish recording the holiday early; the other has a mine at home, and they don't care about the appearance fee given by the program group at all.

As a result, they complained and complained, and both of them recorded until the last day before finishing filming one after another.

Shi Qi and Gong Xingchuan died together without any suspense, and Pei Yun and Lu Hang also died for love just as the fans analyzed.

"Double-Faced Pie" ended perfectly under the audience's curse, and the New Year is getting closer.

On New Year's Eve, it snowed from the sky.

Gong Xingchuan brought Shi Qi back to the Gong family.

The mansion near the suburbs has been deserted for a long time, Gong Xingchuan gave Chen Han and He Lan a vacation, and now everything depends on them.

Shi Qi and Gong Xingchuan didn't care, after all, this was the place where they lived together for three years.

What's more, the mansion is cleaned regularly, and they only need to re-cover the quilt.

Shi Qi rushed into the kitchen with the bacon he had begged from Aunt Feng, and carrying the suitcase, he searched for his uncle all over the room.

Finally he found Gong Xingchuan in the bedroom.

Three years later, the layout of the bedroom was exactly the same as when he left.

"You will always come back." Gong Xingchuan had already spread the quilt, and was squatting on the ground, trying out the newly bought heater.

Shi Qi is afraid of the cold, no matter where he goes, even if there is floor heating, he still likes to rely on the heater to keep warm.

Shi Qi put the suitcase beside the bed, moved to Gong Xingchuan's side in small steps, squatted down, and buried his face in his arms: "Are you so sure that I will come back?"

"Not sure." Gong Xingchuan turned on the switch of the heater.

The warm wind instantly enveloped them.

"But I'll wait for you here."

He let out a muffled "Yeah" and waited for a while until his hands and feet warmed up, and finally raised his head, with the lingering drizzle-like warmth brewing in his eyes: "I want to watch the Spring Festival Gala."

"It's not time yet." Gong Xingchuan rolled up his sleeves and adjusted a few buttons on the heater, "What do you want for New Year's Eve dinner?"

"The meat given by Aunt Feng can be used to make dumplings."

"Okay." Gong Xingchuan thought about it for a while, and felt that it was feasible, so he got up and took Shi Qi to the kitchen.

As Shi Qi walked, he sighed, "Why doesn't Aunt Feng want to celebrate the New Year with us?"

When they went to pick up bacon, Shi Qi and Gong Xingchuan took turns to fight, but they couldn't get Aunt Feng to leave the deserted small courtyard.

"Don't be sad. When Aunt Feng was young, she went to Lishui with the person she liked, and she celebrated the New Year there, so she is not alone."

Shi Qi seemed to understand and nodded, seeing that Gong Xingchuan was handling the bacon, he washed his hands quickly, put on an apron, and was ready for battle.

He doesn't know how to cook, Gong Xingchuan knew it well, it's hard to make it too obvious when it's Chinese New Year, so he washed two cabbages and told him to peel them off.

Shi Qi carefully peeled for 5 minutes, and when the party started, he immediately quit.

Gong Xingchuan had expected this to happen a long time ago, so he took the cabbage leaves that Shi Qi had torn into pits, chopped them into fine pieces, put them in the freshly chopped bacon and stirred them carefully.

The living room echoed the opening words familiar to the audience: "CCTV, CCTV, here is..."

Sporadic fireworks bloomed outside the window.

Far away from the downtown area, without the shackles of laws and regulations, the gorgeous and short-lived fireworks also have a shelter.

When Gong Xingchuan was kneading the dough, he heard Shi Qi yelling outside.

It seems to be saying something beautiful.

Probably fireworks.

Like a child.

Gong Xingchuan thought again, Shi Qi didn't have a childhood, so it would be great if he could make up for it now.

What those people owed him, he had to pay back.

On New Year's Eve, Shi Qi ate eighteen large dumplings.

He sat cross-legged on the sofa, ate one for himself and gave one to Gong Xingchuan, glanced at the TV screen, and laughed out loud at the sketch.

They are nothing more than vulgar jokes, with occasional new ideas, but they can't arouse Gong Xingchuan's interest.

But the man gradually understood that what made Shi Qi laugh was not the sketch or the Spring Festival Gala, but his completely different life.

From meeting Gong Xingchuan at the age of 16 to the reunion at the age of 21.

The bell rang, Shi Qi, who is now 22 years old, put down the dumplings in his hands, and kissed Gong Xingchuan a long kiss.

He said, "Uncle, I love you."

Gong Xingchuan put his arms around Shi Xi's waist, and kissed back tenderly: "Send Weibo?"

"Huh?" He blinked.

"Marriage certificate."

"Ah..." Shi Qi laughed belatedly, "I forgot about it."

He took out his mobile phone, found the photo of the marriage certificate he had taken earlier, and posted it on Weibo.

——Thank you for willing to spend the rest of your life with me.