Pounding Stars: Good morning, national male god

"Why? Lack of money?" Yuwen Dayi finally picked up a marinated peanut and peeled it in disgust under Qi Zishi's encouragement.

"The five elements lack money, and life is poor!" Qi Zishi said frankly.

When Yuwen Dayi looked at Qi Zi as if he was looking at an alien, he finally uttered a few words: "You are not the only child in your family, don't everyone else have any money?"

"My second sister must be rich, but... I haven't seen her for a long time."

Thinking of his second sister Qi Weishi, Qi Zishi's nose became sore and his flat mouth appeared.

"It seems that she is indeed a heartless person." Yuwen Dayi's tone was a little meaningful, and at the same time, his eyes when looking at Qi Zi became a little complicated.

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"What does a producer do?" Qi Zishi and Yuwen Dayi pushed the road after dinner.

"The producer is just doing chores." Yu Wenda shrugged.

"Oh, then your status in the crew is not very good, why do those people call you teacher?" Qi Zishi chased after him.

"Because I'm old." Yuwen Dayi said perfunctorily again.

Just chatting with each other, they walked back to Qi Zishi's home - the unnamed residential building behind the old rubber factory building that had to pass through the waste collection station.

"Won't you invite me up for a cup of tea?" Yuwen Dayi said the lines that men who molested lesbians in many dramas would say.

"I never drink tea, so there is no tea at home." Qi Zishi looked innocent.

"Then do you have water in your house?" Yuwen Dayi still did not give up, with a pious smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.

"Yes, but are you that thirsty? My house is an attic on the sixth floor. It's not worthwhile for you to go up to drink water." Qi Zishi persuaded.

"Well, that's right, then you go up." Yuwen Dayi finally gave up, Qi Zishi didn't miss it, turned around and ran upstairs.

Lying on the bed, Qi Zishi began to recall what happened today, "What is the intention of this uncle, he wants to come up to drink tea, he must be a flower picker! Sigh, bad luck, why do I always encounter picky hands wherever I work."

Qi Zishi sighed, and tilted his head to look at the mirror of the closet. Apart from being a little fatter, he was also very good-looking, and Qi Zishi was defeated by his own beauty.

"Dong dong dong" three knocks on the door interrupted Qi Zishi's sigh.

"Who is it?" Qi Zishi looked at his watch, it was nearly nine o'clock, and there were not many visitors to her house, or in other words, except for Wu Duoduo, there were no other visitors at all.

"咚咚咚" The people outside the door were silent, and there were still three knocks on the door.

Qi Zishi leaned over the cat's eye and looked out, but the corridor light had been broken for 800 years, and he couldn't see anything except a black shadow.

"Don't expect me to open the door if you don't speak!" Qi Zishi shouted angrily.

"Dong dong dong" knocked on the door again.

"Hey, you got into a fight with my sister, right?" Qi Zishi turned around and took a fruit knife from the coffee table, opened the door with a bang, and wanted to fight to the death with the "knocker" outside.

"Idiot, you really dare to open the door." Yuwen Dayi stepped in, took Qi Zishi back a step in shock, and shuddered when he thought of all the details of the crime committed by the flower picker. "You're crazy, why come up here, you can drink water!" Qi Zishi took out a jug of ice water from the refrigerator and handed it to Yuwen Dayi.

Yuwen Dayi didn't pick it up, but unceremoniously inspected Qi Zishi's house—although it was a bit too cold, it was still clean and tidy.