Star of tomorrow

If someone else said this, Xu Shuo could still deny it, but it was Qi Chen who spoke, so Xu Shuo really didn't dare to insist.

Qi Chen is the "cash cow" of the black boxing match. If he really wants to find someone, the organizer of the black boxing match will find him immediately. When the time comes, a pair of handwriting—no, let alone the right handwriting, the foreman will know very well He received two copies of the money that day, and he knew everything as soon as he asked.

Xu Shuo licked the corner of his mouth, made a gesture of surrender, took out a stack of crumpled change from his pocket, and handed it to Qi Chen: "That's all, I have no money."

When Qi Chen took the money over, more than half of it had already been lost, Xu Shuo said, "It's all paid for the bed."

Ji Xing originally thought that the other party would refuse to admit it to death, but he didn't expect to get the money back. No matter how much the money was, he was relieved a lot. Now seeing Xu Shuo trembling with Qi Chen again, he couldn't explain it in his heart Yue Yue, standing behind Qi Chen, made a face at the group of people, and gestured with the middle finger.

Very arrogant!

Xu Shuo: "..."

Qi Chen followed Xu Shuo's gaze and turned his head, Ji Xing frowned in embarrassment, sighed, looking very innocent.

Now that the money is about to come back, Ji Xing just feels refreshed and enlightened, it's worth reciting a poem!

He was standing on the roof of the top floor, the sky had completely darkened, Qi Chen warmed up the food and brought it upstairs, and lit a coil of mosquito coils. Although there were no lights on the top floor, and there was no atmosphere to speak of, the aroma of the food inexplicably brought out a Cozy feeling.

The two had dinner on the small broken table and chairs that Ji Xing sat on, and the chairs were still a little crooked, and they creaked when they moved.

He looked around while eating - no one else came up to the top floor, so Qi Chen set up tables and chairs here, and there were a few potted flowers in the corner, but they had already withered, and half of them might be iron intended to be used as a flower stand The frame was thrown alone on the ground, surrounded by weeds growing from the cracks.

"Do you come here often?" Ji Xing opened a beer, took a sip comfortably, and asked.

"I don't come often, occasionally." Qi Chen was affected by Ji Xing's cheerful atmosphere, and he rarely relaxed, "When I think about things, I will come up and sit alone."

"That's so lonely." Ji Xing said while eating, "I think we can tidy up this place, light up the lamp or something, change the tables and chairs... Oh forget it, you will be angry again later."

Qi Chen was amused: "Change if you want, I don't care here."

"It's weird." Ji Xing glared at him, touched Qi Chen's rice bowl with beer, and said happily, "You said it, so I'll come here when I have time?"

"Row."

"Here, here." Ji Xing stood up and turned around, and said excitedly, "Get some small lights to hang, change to bigger tables and chairs, get a barbecue grill, and replant these potted flowers... Hey, you will Are you growing flowers?"

"I haven't raised it before." Qi Chen thought for a while, "It should be possible."

"I raised it before," Ji Xing sat down, raised his legs and said, "It doesn't matter if you raise it or die."

Qi Chen twitched his mouth, lowered his head to drink the soup, Ji Xing poked his finger over, and said, "Hey, what a smile! It's just like that, it's so pretty!"

Qi Chen was a little stiff for a moment, and hid back.

Ji Xing doesn't hold much alcohol, so he drank three bottles of beer while eating and chatting in a short while, which made him a little dizzy.

"You." Ji Xing shook his toes, and said lazily, "You don't smoke or drink, and you train hard on weekdays. Is it really just for fake punches here?"

Qi Chen was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Of course not."

Ji Xing turned to look at him.

But Qi Chen only said this sentence and stopped explaining.

Ji Xing had no choice but to ask again: "You really like boxing, right?"

"Yeah." Qi Chen nodded, crushed the beer can that Ji Xing had drunk, and said, "I hope to go back one day."

Where are you going?Ji Xing can understand this without asking, he follows Qi Chen's gaze and looks into the distance, the night scene in the distance under the twilight is like the Milky Way hanging upside down, it is too beautiful to behold.While in a daze, he heard Qi Chen say again: "Are you going to continue like this forever?"

"what?"

"The work of the Golden Triangle means nothing to you." Qi Chen put his hands on the pillow, looking at the dark sky

If you look carefully at the sky for a long time, you will find that there are large expanses of starlight covering the sky above your head, densely packed, making you reluctant to blink.

The stars have never disappeared, it's just that people don't look up anymore, it's just that too much light covers them, and the stars themselves never care if they are blocked by other things.

Qi Chen was thoughtful, and said in a low voice: "You are wasting time now, and the time will pass by in a flash. At first you feel that you are helpless, it is a tactic to delay the attack, but when you get used to it, you will get stuck here. This is Advice from someone who has been here."

Ji Xingxin said: Am I just here to survive?It's like going through a big survival game.

As Su Changyu said, he has a way out, so many things don't matter - even if he came to the Golden Triangle to experience torture, it was just a small episode in his life.

But there seemed to be many secrets hidden in Qi Chen's words, and those unfinished words made him very curious.

"Who has been here?" He leaned closer and asked in a low voice, "So you are stuck here now? Why?"

Qi Chen didn't answer, and the two looked at each other. When Ji Xing came back to his senses, he realized that there was only a breathing distance between the two of them. As long as one of them moved forward slightly, they could kiss together.

Ji Xing felt that he was really not good at drinking. He seemed to be drunk with only three cans of beer.

Drunk in those eyes that hide endless stars.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have beautiful eyes?" Ji Xing murmured.

Qi Chen didn't answer, but he didn't dodge either, each other's breaths were entangled, and the hot air was blowing on the face, bringing up subtle desires, and an unspeakable ambiguity quietly grew somewhere in the darkness, and the vines entwining each other bloomed beautifully. The twin flowers are gently stirred by the wind, dangling in the heart, giving birth to the fragrance of lust.

Qi Chen's throat moved, his voice was low and shaking his chest: "You're drunk."

Ji Xing laughed out his small dimples, his eyes painted the man's tough and sharp facial features, and finally fell on those slightly thin lips, muttering in a low voice: "Maybe... yes..."

Then Qi Chen poked him between the eyebrows with a finger, and pushed him away little by little without any doubt.

"Hey, hey!" Ji Xing frowned in pain, "It hurts!"

Qi Chen sat up, he was wearing jeans, and the reaction somewhere was particularly obvious.He bowed slightly, shielding his head with one hand, and said calmly: "I'm going down first, don't drink too much."

Ji Xing: "..."

The wind blew away the smell of alcohol, Ji Xing watched the man leave, and said in his heart: What's going on?

Ji Xing stared blankly for a while, not daring to drink any more, and stuffed some food into his mouth like a little hamster, stuffing his belly full.

His mind was still full of Qi Chen's dodging, a little baffled and a little embarrassed: If he read correctly, did Qi Chen react?Is there?Or is it a normal reaction to being too tired?But what is he hiding from?Are you sorry?still……

Ji Xing licked the corner of his mouth, and took a picture of himself with his mobile phone. On the dark roof of the building, he looked like a ghost in the camera.He hurriedly put away his phone, feeling the chill behind him, subconsciously shrunk his shoulders, thinking: Is Qi Chen hiding from him?Is he so avoidable?

Ji Xing discovered that he liked boys when he was in the third year of junior high school. He also quickly accepted his sexuality, because he was spoiled since he was a child, and he didn't think there was anything he couldn't do.

For so many years, he has had boyfriends in high school and college, and his family found out about him because of his high school boyfriend.The two kissed in the small garden of the school during the parent-teacher meeting, but the elder sister who found her looked straight at her—it was an embarrassing story, but it also made him understand that not everyone likes him It seems that he is very open about his sexuality.

His boyfriend was so frightened that his legs went limp on the spot, wept bitterly, and threw all the pot at Ji Xing, leaving Ji Xing dumbfounded.

After returning home that day, the eldest sister said lightly: "You are not very picky about men."

After that, Ji Xing only picked people who took the initiative to get acquainted with him, and he never took the initiative himself.

But even so, he still met rubbish like Sheng Yanjie, which made him look at himself again

Doubts arose.

It is undeniable that Qi Chen is the type he likes, but the way the other party avoids him makes him a little embarrassed and loses face.

Slowly packed up the dishes and went downstairs, Qi Chen was watching TV, only a small night light was turned on in the room, the light from the TV screen shone on the man's face, flickering on and off, there was an inexplicable sense of threat.

It was as if the other party was a drowsy beast that could not allow others to move rashly.

Ji Xing tried his best to pretend that nothing happened, threw the dishes into the sink, and rinsed them indiscriminately with the water on. A moment later, a man's voice rang in his ears, low and deep, with a seductive magnetism : "Water doesn't cost money?"

Ji Xing: "..."

Well, the content of the words is not very provocative.

Qi Chen poured a glass of water and asked, "Have you finished packing the things upstairs?"

Ji Xing was absent-minded: "Yes."

"Is the mosquito coil out?"

Ji Xing: "...No."

Qi Chen walked towards the living room while drinking water, and said, "If you live alone, you don't know how much trouble you will cause."

Ji Xing pursed his lips, washed the dishes and wiped his hands, then went up to take down the mosquito coil.

Before going downstairs, he took a photo of the night scene in the distance with his mobile phone, posted it in Moments, and wrote: I'm done.

Su Changyu replied in seconds: "Did you meet a handsome guy?"

Ji Xing sent him a "bye" emoji, and replied, "Get lost."

They didn't drink and eat meat to talk about life, and they couldn't play games together, but the two of them had a peaceful and harmonious night.

Sitting on the sofa, Ji Xing remembered something and asked again: "Hey, when did you and that female boss... have a date for dinner?"

"weekend."

"Is she trying to chase you?"

Qi Chen glanced at him: "I don't know."

"You..." Ji Xing cleared his throat, not wanting to look too deliberate, and wrote lightly, "Do you have a girlfriend?"

Qi Chen changed the channel with the remote control: "No."

"Oh." Ji Xing picked his fingers back and forth, and then asked after a while, "Then if she really wants to chase you, will you agree?"

Qi Chen: "..."

Qi Chen glanced at Ji Xing, his eyes were slightly strange, Ji Xing could only make a "silence" gesture stiffly, and stopped talking.

The two sat side by side, watching TV all night with each other's thoughts. After a while of awkwardness, Ji Xing recovered, and chirped like a bird again.

"What kind of show is this?" Ji Xing pointed at the screen and said, "Did you shoot so many shots without hitting a single shot?"

Qi Chen: "..."

"Hey? This is obviously a trap, right? What do you think? Will normal people pass by?"

"If it were me, I'd run first!" Ji Xing unpacked the package of beef jerky, chewed and said, "I could run ten miles to ask for help after talking so much, it's a waste of time!"

Qi Chen: "..."

Ji Xing seldom watches TV on weekdays, and Qi Chen changed to a local news station. All kinds of weird news made his eyes widen, and he was quite absorbed in a curious attitude, and unconsciously kicked Qi Chen's calf : "Hey, pour me a glass of water."

Ji Xing's feet were soft and tender. After running under the sun for the past few days, there were obvious marks on them. Qi Chen ignored him and kicked him again: "Hey..."

Qi Chen grabbed the slightly thin ankle and glanced at him.