The plot is different from what I thought [Quick Transmigration]

It's the beginning of February, and the end of the year is approaching.

The crew of "Seventeen" had a short vacation.

"Seventeen" is currently about a third of the way into filming, and Zhou Qi estimates that it will be finished before Children's Day next year.He doesn't take other jobs very much now. Apart from going to the film crew every day, he occasionally goes to emporio's offline activities, or shoots a magazine, or does an exclusive interview.

When "Seventeen" is released, he can leave the world.

Except for the first time he came to the world, and the two nodes that left the world, he couldn't get in touch with the unreliable system. He didn't even open any cheats when doing missions, and the customs clearance depended on the player's liver.

If he can be contacted, Zhou Qi thinks he will be interested and ask what price the original owner of the system paid this time in exchange for another person to fulfill his ambition in life.

Or ten years of life?or even longer?

Zhou Qi felt it was worthless.But maybe looking at it personally, seeing him spend several years and go to other worlds to spend a lot of effort to fulfill other people's ambitions, it is not worthwhile to exchange for the health of one hand.

But the original owner is willing.He is also willing.

This is where the system gets interesting.

As long as you are willing to pay a large enough price, you can "get for nothing" what you want.

More than a month ago, Jiang Zhengming said that he would break up with him, but unexpectedly, from New Year's Day to the approaching Spring Festival, until now, he really hasn't contacted Zhou Qi for more than a month.

As if he was autistic, Zhou Qi did not reply to his WeChat messages.

It wasn't until New Year's Eve, New Year's Eve, when Zhou Qi woke up in the morning, that Jiang Zhengming sent a WeChat message.Dry.

-Jiang Zhengming: Happy New Year.

-Jiang Zhengming: Are you out for dinner?

Zhou Qi put down his phone and went to draw the curtains.

It was broad daylight, and the daylight blindingly lit up the entire room.The snow outside the window is hazy. In previous years, City A rarely had one or two light snowfalls a year. This year, it fell very hard. From December to now, the snow has not stopped intermittently.

Zhou Qi squinted his eyes and looked out the window for a while, and finally replied: Where to eat?

Jiang Zhengming's comment on Zhou Qi has been changed from "dog b" to "scumbag".

-Jiang Zhengming: I have been cooking at a private kitchen for 30 years. I made an appointment last year.

-Jiang Zhengming: All the teams will go, as well as the coach.06:30 p.m.

You can judge whether it is Zhou Qi or Fu Ye who is typing over there by the reply speed of the message.

Just three or four seconds—

- Scumbag: Even the coach of the first team goes?You don't go home for the New Year?

-Jiang Zhengming: The coach, support, adc, and top laner are all in City A, okay?Song Li's parents also came to see him in City A now.

-Jiang Zhengming: Just have a meal, don't drink, don't delay going home.

after awhile.

- Scumbag: But you are not from City A, are you?

- Scumbag: Are your parents here?

-Jiang Zhengming: I didn't come.Are you coming or not?

The door knocked.Zhou Qi went to open the door first.

Fu Ye was in front of the door, looked at him for a while, and then asked, "Want to go for a walk?"

Zhou Qi glanced at his phone, it was 07:30 in the morning, and he hadn't had breakfast yet. "Where to go for a walk?"

Fu Ye: "The park on the east side."

Zhou Qi looked at him: "Aren't you afraid of being recognized?"

"I wear a mask. There are not many people in the park in the morning."

"Okay," Zhou Qi looked down at himself, "I'll change clothes, you wait for me."

Just as Zhou Qi turned around to change clothes, he paused, waved his phone to Fu Ye, and said, "I'm going to have dinner with the cmr team tonight..." After a pause, "Can you be at home alone tonight?"

Asking this question is a bit like a parent asking a child if they can be alone at home when they go out.

Very inappropriate.

Fu Ye sized him up for a while and said, "No."

Zhou Qi: "..."

"Today is Friday, so far you have only worked one day this week. So today, tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, you need to be home at night." Fu Ye glanced at his watch, "It's [-]:[-], change your clothes before [-]:[-] and go out .”

"..."

Fu Ye looked at him critically again for a while, then reached out and said, "Give me the phone."

Zhou Qi handed it over. "what?"

He looked at the screen and saw that Fu Ye had meticulously typed the two words "Don't go" and a "." on Jiang Zhengming.After a few seconds, he typed again: "Don't look for me."

"Okay." Fu Ye handed it back indifferently.

"..."

It snowed all night last night, and it has stopped this morning.

The swept snow piled up on both sides of the road, and when you stepped on it, there was a "creak" and "creak".

As soon as he went out, the cold air poured in.

Fu Ye waited for Zhou Qi by the side of the road.Tall, wearing a heavy black coat, black leather boots, and a scarf.Wearing a mask, which covered the lower half of his face, made his brows straight and superior.

Zhou Qi walked towards him slowly.

The right hand is behind the back.

Then wetly threw a handful of snow on Fu Ye's face.

Fu Ye: "..."

Zhou Qi remembered that when he was still a high school student, Fu Mingzhi stood motionless and waited for him on New Year's Eve.At that time, Fu Mingzhi was wearing his school uniform. When he came over, he held his hand inexplicably.

The two walked side by side, with a distance of half a meter, and neither of them touched the other.

Zhou Qi was thinking about what "job" Fu Ye would arrange for him tonight.

The last job was duo with Fu Ye.Fu Ye refused to let him play wild, and Zhou Qi was unwilling to make up for him, so Fu Ye finally went to sleep with him in his arms.

The last time he worked, Fu Ye asked him to read to him. He changed seven or eight books, all of which were classical Chinese. After reading for a long time, Fu Ye thought that he could not read well, that he could not punctuate sentences correctly, and that he could read well. not fluent.Finally, Fu Ye hugged him and went to sleep.

In the last job, Fu Ye asked him to learn to cook by himself. He was not allowed to cook noodles, and if he couldn't do complicated things, he learned to fry vegetables first.But Zhou Qi didn't like to eat green vegetables, so Fu Ye talked about the truth for half an hour, and it was noon, so Fu Ye made lunch, and took Zhou Qi to bed after the meal.

Zhou Qi doesn't know if Fu Ye sleeps or not, but he can't sleep anyway.

want to go to bed.

Get some fucking sleep.

Walked 100 meters, 500 meters, 1000 meters.

Fu Ye glanced at Zhou Qi unintentionally.

Zhou Qi walked with his head sullen, and he didn't speak, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

So childish.

like a child.

Fu Ye frowned slightly, thinking so.

After thinking about it, he moved his hand and took Zhou Qi's hand calmly.

Pull people over.

Shrunk from half a meter to [-] centimeters, from [-] centimeters to arm to arm, intimate.

Zhou Qi was startled as if he had woken up from his dream. He glanced down, then up, and looked at Fu Ye: "??"

It's been a long time.See no one on the road.Zhou Qi didn't let go, but he said remindingly: "Fu Ye, we broke up."

"Ah."

"Is it appropriate to hold hands after breaking up?"

Fu Ye glanced over indifferently: "It's not bad."

Zhou Qi didn't leave, and stood where he was. Fu Ye was in front of him, holding his hand and staring at him.Zhou Qi kept staring at him, until suddenly, Zhou Qi leaned over, quickly pulled off Fu Ye's mask, kissed him, and pulled the mask back again.

"Holding hands is fine, so kissing should be fine too." Zhou Qi licked his lower lip and said, "I've thought about kissing you for a long time."

But it's more than just wanting to kiss Fu Ye.

Still want to fuck him.

Fu Ye squeezed Zhou Qi's hand tightly, staring at him without speaking.

Zhou Qi: "Happy New Year, Fu Mingzhi."

Zhou Qi looked at Fu Ye with a little expectation, and waited for 2 minutes.

Then Fu Ye led him away.

Zhou Qi was led forward by him without hearing a word.Zhou Qi asked incredulously: "Do you have nothing to say to me?"

One second, five seconds, half a minute.

Fu Ye pinched his fingertips, and said in a calm tone, "Is it cold?"

Zhou Qi: "..."

Zhou Qi said: "It's not cold. It's the Chinese New Year, don't you have anything else to say to me?"

Like "Happy New Year"?

He said everything, but Fu Ye didn't reply, so he couldn't justify it, right?

Fu Ye held Zhou Qi's hand.One hand is cold and the other is warm.

Zhou Qi's fingers were thin and long, and he raised them up to scratch Fu Ye's palm restlessly.

Fu Ye clenched his poking fingers tightly, and the corners of his mouth under the mask turned up a little unconsciously. "No."

Snow had accumulated all night, and there was a thick layer above the ground in the park, which had not yet been stepped on.Originally, most of the people who came out for morning exercises were elderly people. Today is the New Year’s Eve, and they are all at home to celebrate the New Year. From the asphalt road to the park, almost no one is there.

Thick-feathered birds flew down, and the branches shook small dust-like snowflakes.In the winter sun folded extremely clear light.

Zhou Qi didn't ask why Fu Ye asked him out for a walk early this morning. He came anyway. He ran across a large snowy field that no one had stepped on, and started building a snowman with his bare hands.

The last time he made a snowman seemed to be in the fifth grade of elementary school.But after they were piled up, they were trampled down by a sixth-grade idiot.

Fu Ye put his hands in his pockets and looked at him from a distance: "Isn't it cold?"

Zhou Qi pushed out a snow head. "I'm a man, why so much shit."

"..."

Zhou Qi commanded: "You, go and pick up two pine branches of the same length for me."

"..."

Seeing that Fu Ye hadn't left, Zhou Qi turned to look at him: "Didn't you hear that?"

Fu Ye frowned, walked a long way, and came back with two dirty pine branches in disgust, and handed them to Zhou Qi.

Twenty minutes passed.

Zhou Qi: "Lend me your scarf."

Fu Ye glanced at Zhou Qi's pile of rice grain heads, ant waist, and snowman with big buttocks, and frowned tightly: "No."

Zhou Qi: "I'll wear it for 10 minutes, and I'll return it to you after 10 minutes."

It was past eight o'clock, and the sun was in full bloom.

There was a very bright light reflected on the snow, and Zhou Qi's eyes were also bright, looking at him.The fingertips were red with cold, pressing on the snowman's forehead.

It also smells like snow.

The taste of ice water, soil, and the sun mixed together.Very harsh smell.

Fu Ye got closer, suddenly remembered something, smiled, and said, "You promise me to take a picture of you, and I'll give you the scarf. You don't have to return it to me after you use it up."

"Photograph?"

"Ah."

Zhou Qi stood up straight, standing next to the little snowman. His body was as straight as a tourist taking a photo, and he made a "V" with his right hand, as if he was taking a photo with a place of interest.

"..." Fu Ye was quiet for a while, then said, "Turn your back."

"??"

At the age of 29, everyone checked Weibo at home and grabbed red envelopes.

After nine o'clock, there was a trending search on Weibo.

"Brother Zhou Qi".

This Weibo was sent in the super chat "Refresh 777 Random Map". Two photos were posted, one was a candid shot, and the other was a group photo of the little girl who posted the Weibo and Zhou Qi.

"I met 777 when I went to eat noodles at the ramen restaurant downstairs today!!! The real person is so handsome, I have to sign for a group photo!! There is also a little brother who went to the ramen restaurant with 777. 777 said it was his younger brother, Dai You can't see your whole face with the mask on, but it looks super handsome!!"

High-definition candid shots, a wooden table.

Zhou Qi was sitting lazily, dressed very lightly, with a dark green windbreaker, Martin boots, and was spinning chopsticks in his hands.There is also a wool scarf that is formally striped with him and does not match his style of dress.

Opposite him was another man, wearing a mask, with only half a profile face, with a narrow and high bridge of nose.The demeanor is very good, not like a regular customer of a roadside ramen restaurant.

This microblog was originally considered an "idol daily life" but when it was posted, the little girl who posted the microblog didn't recognize who Zhou Qi's "brother" was, but Chigua Luren was extremely quick and pinpointed the candidate——

Isn't this fucking Fu Ye?

Can you find another person with his temperament?

Some bigwigs quickly made head-to-body ratio comparisons, nose bridge curvature comparisons, eye socket depth comparisons, and mandibular angle curvature comparisons, including the tiny invisible mole on the right earlobe.

The result is that any comparison can be clearly deduced that Fu Ye is the one who accompanied Zhou Qi to eat ramen.

——The reason why it is called companionship is because only Zhou Qi has a bowl of ramen in front of him.Fu Ye was just watching Zhou Qi eat.

The super chat of "Little Sunflower Shuangjie" ushered in an unprecedented traffic peak in the New Year.

"Little sunflower double hero isrio???"

"777 and the actor are cousins??"

"I don't believe they are related by blood! Isn't it common practice for CPs to call each other brother and brother?"

"Fu Ye looks like a big boss, but in private he is a younger brother who can be called Brother 777."

"I'm the only one who noticed that the scarf on 777's neck is most likely Fu Ye's? That scarf obviously matches Fu Ye's clothes better, but it's on 777's neck!"

"No. You're not alone."

"...Is it really Fu Ye?"

"Hey, before Fu Ye didn't have gossip news, and he didn't have road shoots. It's been a few times this year, and it's all related to Zhou Qi, so there's no real situation, right?"

Fu Ye did not set up a personal Weibo.After following "Little Sunflower Shuangjie", he has a trumpet that no one knows about.

But on the surface, there is only one Weibo account of the studio.Fu Ye has never used this number.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, "fy studio" posted a very short Weibo.

"User @fystudio: It's me. No blood relationship."

On New Year's Eve, Weibo became a wave of excitement, and "Fu Ye's statement" directly rushed to the top of the trending search.

After issuing the statement, Fu Ye logged out of the studio's account.Before he had time to log back into the trumpet, Zhou Qi leaned over with a lollipop in his mouth, glanced at his phone, and suddenly smiled: "Brother, why did you post Weibo again?"

Fu Ye hid the phone behind his back expressionlessly: "I need to use it."

"Use it to read Xiao Huangwen?"

"..." Fu Ye lied hypocritically, frowning with a serious look of bluffing, "I don't read Xiao Huangwen."

"Liar." Zhou Qi said to him, "Last time I saw you searched for abo on the Internet. I also searched, and they were all pornographic articles with pornographic advertisements."

Fu Ye: "..."

"I also saw a small yellow article about you and my colleague abo." Zhou Qi thought for a while, "The domineering and evil president alpha and the shy and cute little girl omega."

Zhou Qi thought again, and added: "Oh, you are omega. Sweet milk-flavored pheromone."

Fu Ye: "..."

Fu Ye pulled out the sweet milk-flavored lollipop from Zhou Qi's mouth, and said coolly, "Stop watching such messy things from now on."

Zhou Qi refused to accept it: "Didn't you watch it?"

Fu Ye smiled: "I don't look at unrealistic things."