flicker, then flicker

Chapter 36

Hang Zhe does have the phone number of that distant cousin in his hand.

When he was hospitalized, that person came to him, left him a card and phone number, and said he could contact him again if there was anything to do.

Hang Zhe didn't feel anything strange at the time, and he wasn't familiar with him at first, not to mention that he wanted to clean up his son at the time, so he didn't have much to say, but he didn't get what he wanted, and later he came here with Hang Xiaoyun, and he never heard of it after that News from the family.

He tried to dial the phone, and the other person answered it. Hang Zhe explained the reason and asked if the other party would like to come over. The other party was silent and did not answer. Hang Zhe respected the other party's wishes. If the other party insisted on not seeing him, he could understand.

"Let me think about it again." The man finally said, "I have raised this child wrongly. I thought before, whether I can get him back if I let him go back to my home."

"It's not that you don't understand my family's situation." Hang Zhe smiled, "You are sending him to the fire pit."

"So I'm also hesitating, can you let me think about it again?"

Hang Zhe agreed, but from the very beginning, he felt that something was wrong, and he didn't react until he hung up the phone. The other party was too calm, and he was not surprised at all when he heard these things, as if he had guessed it long ago.

He suppressed the doubts in his heart, and called his uncle whom he hadn't contacted for a long time, and told him about Hang Yidong's compulsory drug rehabilitation.

Hang Zhe knew that the other party probably wouldn't come. In short, he fulfilled his duty of informing, and he couldn't and didn't want to take care of the rest.He met Hang Yidong just now, and the other party had lost the calmness and arrogance he had when they first met. Facing Hang Zhe's question of why he took drugs, and he didn't regret it later, knowing whether he was wrong, he half-closed his eyes and only answered one sentence.

"I knew I was wrong. I shouldn't have brought that cub here, an unfamiliar wolf cub."

Hang Zhe was completely disappointed, and said with a sneer: "It's not what you said, it's like you."

In order to deal with these bad things, Hang Zhe had a lot less live broadcast time recently. On the way home, he received a message from someone saying that he had to work overtime, so he simply went back to his old job and started live broadcasting cooking.Now there is no need to worry about showing his face. He completely let go of his movements. He is tall and handsome and stands in the kitchen. He wears an apron and handles the pots and pans skillfully. There is a strange sense of harmony. Listen, she is still yelling that she wants to marry.

After cooking, he glanced at his frequently used mobile phone, and there were several missed calls from his sister.

He turned off the live broadcast voice to answer the call, but it was Qi Shihan who answered the call.

"It's me, nothing important," Qi Shihan answered the phone, and suddenly shouted, "Be careful of the grass!"

Hang Zhe was fooled by him. Just as he was about to ask a question, the other person returned to his normal tone and asked him: "Are you free now? I need your help."

... Is making money a thing?

In the end, he took off the broadcast and promised to broadcast it all day the next day as an apology.

He drove to the address that Qi Shihan sent, his sister opened the door and saw him, with a rescued expression on her face: "Finally here, hurry up, and put you in."

It turned out that Qi Shihan had a rare two-day rest without work, and thinking about going on the variety show of the mobile game of the gods, he pulled Hang Xiaoyun to "train" himself together.

"I don't know how to play, you go to accompany him, and let him compensate you if you delay your work." Hang Xiaoyun said.

"So you asked me to be a sparring partner?" Hang Zhe joked, "If my millions of fans know that I dove the live broadcast for this matter, I'm afraid they will tear me apart."

"Just your hundred...millions?" Qi Shihan not far away widened his eyes, "I believe you! Let me take a look at your data..."

He clicked on the live broadcast platform and saw that the ranking of TOP2 in this district was like a moon, so he clicked his tongue.

"When you finish the show, you'll probably be TOP1." Qi Shihan felt that the promotion was mainly due to himself.

"I was originally TOP1, and I haven't played much recently, so I fell down." Sitting next to him, Hang Zhe took out his mobile phone, "Let's start quickly, I have to go back early."

"Oh yes, where's your date?" Qi Shihan teamed up with him, heard him reply that he was working overtime, and said casually, "Well, your date is quite interesting."

Hang Zhe paused and looked up.

"...No, what kind of eyes do you have?" Qi Shihan glanced in Hang Xiaoyun's direction, turned around and whispered at him, "Little brother-in-law, do you understand?"

"Get down to business." Hang Zhe laughed, "What position do you usually play?"

"Except for the jungler," Qi Shihan thought for a while, and added, "But they're all pretty much the same. They can be sent to all five positions, so it's not a big problem."

... Tell me clearly, what can you do?

After playing two rounds with him, Hang Zhe knew why he was in such a hurry to find himself. He asked implicitly, "Did you get good grades when you were in school?"

"It's okay, what's the matter?" After he realized it, Qi Shihan glanced at him, "Then your academic performance is not good?"

"Mathematics Department of University X, is it bad?"

Rao is Qi Shihan, a southerner who has heard of the name of X University. He missed the blow and stabbed again: "Then you must have never been in love when you were in school."

"Don't stare at me, I didn't talk about it," Qi Shihan said again, "The main reason is that there are too many people chasing me, and it is too difficult to choose."

Hang Zhe rolled his eyes a few times in his heart, and brought the topic back again: "I think when the time comes to the show, you can go to play the sacrificial stream."

Hang Zhe told him how to play the sacrificial style, and Qi Shihan frowned suspiciously: "You can just say that you are sending death style? Is this style of play okay? Teammates won't spray me, right?"

"No." Hang Zhe explained again, "If you can open your vision, you can harass the wild area and buy time for other lanes to push the line. Besides, you are worthless if you die too much. If the opponent hits you, it is a waste of time. If you don't hit you, you will be punished by you." Being entangled is very uncomfortable."

...sounds very rambunctious.

Qi Shihan practiced twice according to what he said, and when he finished, he realized that it was a bit late, and he felt a little apologetic in his heart: "How about we take a photo of the two of you and post it on Weibo?"

"No, I'm afraid you will take away the fans I've managed to accumulate." Hang Zhe refused.

Qi Shihan knew that he probably didn't want to catch the heat, so it was inconvenient to say more, so he asked in a low voice after sending him to the door: "You said before that the live broadcast time is short, is it because of that? How is it now, those two people gone back already?"

Hang Zhe talked about today's events, and also casually expressed his own doubts, why the child's adoptive father was not surprised at all when he received the call, as if he had guessed it in advance.

"I know that," Qi Shihan looked at him, with a malicious smile on his lips, "Why don't you exchange some game tricks, and I'll tell you."

Hang Zhe looked at him suspiciously for a while, and finally said: "Okay, let me tell you one."

"The green one at the bottom can restore blood when clicked."

Qi Shihan gave me the same expression as you said: "I still know this."

"Then do you know that this blood recovery is a continuous blood recovery, and it will be interrupted if you get hurt halfway?" Hang Zhe asked again.

"what?"

"You click on it to see the skill description."

"Really, how do you know that I don't know." Qi Shihan spoke in a twisted way, wondering if Hang Zhe understood.

"I see that you will order this to increase blood during the fight. I guess you don't know. Remember to hide and add it next time. Do you understand?" After Hang Zhe finished speaking, he raised his chin slightly. Not surprised?"

"Yes," Qi Shihan put down his phone, "because I contacted him two days ago."

"You?" This was beyond Hang Zhe's expectation, "How did you find him?"

"Look for someone to check. Someone will always be able to find out. Besides, he didn't deliberately hide his whereabouts. It's not difficult to find him."

"What did you tell him?"

"Tell him to hurry up and take that dead child away."

Hang Zhe lowered his eyes, with complicated emotions: "You are forcing him."

"You're quite kind." Qi Shihan's eyes were a little cold, "I'll tell you, what methods are used to deal with someone, you think he is pitiful, why don't you think about who raised that dead child?"

"Do you still feel that he has no responsibility at all?" Qi Shihan suppressed his voice, "According to what you said today, I guess your family may not be willing to continue raising him, and his adoptive father just happened to take him back. The child just wants to find him Well, how good, perfect."

"Leave this matter alone, leave it to me, I have experience in dealing with this kind of people." Qi Shihan said.

Hang Zhe didn't say anything more, only said that if he agreed to come over, he would go to meet him.

A week later, Hang Zhe joined Qi Shihan's team in "Let's Fight, Gods!" "The recording of the program.

The program team knew that this person was appointed by Qi Shihan, so they treated him politely, and according to Qi Shihan's wishes, combined their dressing rooms to make a big room.

"Where's my sister?" Hang Zhe sat next to him, and he came here alone, except for Qi Shihan, he knew only his sister, "It seems very busy."

"There are many things she needs to confirm." Qi Shihan was a little proud, "Your sister is very powerful."

At this time, a boy with dyed yellow hair opened the door and came in.

"Ms. Qi," the boy came straight over, scanned the room with his slender eyes, squeezed his throat, and said, "Long time no see, do you miss me?"

"Stop it, your manager told me it's closed today, so be normal." Qi Shihan didn't even look at him.

"It's boring, I still want to see you pretending to be intimate with me while holding back your nausea," the yellow-haired boy returned to his normal voice, sat down next to him, glanced at Hang Zhe and asked, "This is The person you brought? What's the matter, is it open this time?"

"Don't talk nonsense, this is a friend of mine who came to save the scene. Didn't the original person not come?"

"Okay," the boy believed his words, turned his head and talked to Hang Zhe politely, "Hello, handsome guy, do you know me? I'm Teacher Qi's younger brother."

"Hello, I often see you on TV." Hang Zhe believed that the two had a good relationship, and their personalities changed ten times in just three minutes. In a sense, they matched Qi Shihan quite well.

They chatted for a while, the boy with yellow hair left, and Qi Shihan asked Hang Zhe if he wanted to sign his studio.

"This... I haven't thought about it." Hang Zhe really didn't think about it. Being a full-time anchor is already an unexpected move. How could he even think about signing a professional studio?

"The main reason is that I want to engage in this business," Qi Shihan said of his plan, "In your circle, I want to recruit some more people to see if I can do it in the same way as the big anchors, but Now the idea is not yet mature, if you are willing to sign, you will be mainly responsible for this piece at that time, you can buy shares, or use other methods, it is easy to discuss, you can go back and think about it, or discuss it with your sister, the studio She is more familiar with the operation."

"it is good."

The recording of the program went smoothly that day. Although the whole process was indoors and there was no need to run wildly outside, it was quite a tossing to film the whole day.

Hang Zhe went back to his residence to take a shower, saw the message from Yan Ming, and clicked on the video call.

The other end was connected very quickly, Yan Ming went back to his parents' house for dinner tonight, and simply stayed there after eating.

"Is it cold if you wear so little?" Hang Zhe saw that he was only wearing a thin sweater, and worried that he would catch a cold.

"The floor is warm, not cold." Yan Ming sat on the bed, looked at Hang Zhe's hair that was still wet, and wiped his hair with a towel in one hand. His arms were smooth and beautiful, "You wear less clothes than me."

"There is heating here." Hang Zhe also got on the bed, his collar opened wide with his movements, revealing his firm and broad chest.

Only then did Yan Ming see clearly that there were several red marks scattered under Hang Zhe's collarbone.

There are a lot of things going on these days, and the two of them couldn't sleep together in time. The night before Hang Zhe set off to record the show, in the middle of the night, he didn't know who woke up first, and who teased who first. The two kissed, licked and bit each other with their eyes closed. I came here to comfort him once, the imprint was probably made at that time.

"What are you looking at?" Seeing his blank expression, Hang Zhe looked down his line of sight, understood, and said deliberately, "Which cat scratched this one."

"Then who knows," Yan Ming pretended not to know, lowered his head and pulled off his collar, "I'll see if the cat has scratched me."

Hang Zhe's eyes darkened immediately. The person in front of the camera has a handsome face. The dark sweater made his skin whiter. Yan Ming hooked his fingers around the collar, revealing a piece from the shoulder to the bottom of the collarbone, imagining where the tip of his tongue fell that night Hang Zhe felt that he was not very good.

"It seems not." Yan Ming raised his head again, and met Hang Zhe's deep eyes. He was stunned, and slowly raised the corners of his mouth, "Brother Yue, what are you thinking?"

"Don't tell me, I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep at night." Hang Zhe took a steady breath and said calmly.

"I don't believe it, tell me a few words to listen." Yan Ming refused to follow him and insisted on teasing him.

"What are you talking about? You said that I licked your shoulder that night, and your body was so weak that you let out..."

The camera shakes violently suddenly, and then turns black.

Yan Ming looked nervously at the person who pushed the door straight in, and said in a helpless tone, "Mom! Why didn't you knock!"

The author has something to say: I was a day late, and I have been to the hospital for the past two days. . .