What's the use of a good-looking assistant [e-sports]

The words were too sudden, and when Jiang Ye came to his senses, he was instantly filled with shock and guilt. He didn't know how to express his emotions, and was worried that he would offend Xie Qimian again because of his outspokenness.

"It's nothing, it's been several years." Xie Ximian said relaxedly, "Don't be so nervous, I'll tell you that it means I don't mind you asking and you know."

Jiang Ye lowered his eyes: "If I knew it, I wouldn't ask you like that."

"Now you know." Xie Ximian turned sideways to face him, and asked for a long time, "Jiang Ye, do you want to know about me?"

He stared at Jiang Ye with firm eyes.

Xie Ximian didn't deliberately hide those things a few years ago. His early teammates and fans knew that he was a player who came through hardships, and when he lived like a wandering soul in the world, he was kept in that small Internet cafe, chaotically interacting with many people. Spend together and have always been known.

But except for Cheng Hao... even Cheng Hao didn't listen to how he talked about that time with his heart out.

He tore open the scar, revealing the flesh and blood hidden under the bones, to meet Jiang Ye.

"Xie Ximian, I can't ask for more." Jiang Ye said without any hesitation.

Xie Qimian changed into a comfortable position, pondered for a while, and said, "I don't know where to start, so let's just say what counts."

Jiang Ye put his hand on his waist lightly, and said "um" in a low voice.

"My dad is a policeman, similar to the two policemen we saw today, in charge of the area," Xie Ximian felt a little vague in the long memory, "He seems to be... busy all the time, anyway, when I think about it now, It’s all about him running out after eating halfway through his meal, sometimes he has to work overtime, and it’s only nine or ten o’clock in the evening when he comes home. My mother..."

He paused and changed his address: "My mother, who doesn't like his profession, often quarreled with him, saying that he was irresponsible to the family, and kept arguing with him, and sometimes she would take me away when the quarrel became too big." run away from home."

"Yeah." Jiang Ye listened carefully without interrupting.

"Although it's noisy, it seems like it's been more than ten years, and I'm used to it at home," Xie Ximian bit his lip, his chest heaving obviously, and said, "During the sprint period of the college entrance examination, my dad still often sent out to the police for a long time. In the evening, my mother felt that he was out of the house and didn’t care about my college entrance examination, so the quarrels became very frequent. One night before the college entrance examination, my dad received a call from the institute saying that a pregnant woman wanted to jump off the bridge, and he rushed out at two o’clock in the morning , After persuading that aunt down, I chatted with her all night, and then went home the next day. My mother probably couldn't bear it anymore, and had a big fight with him. I just went out to school at that time, I don't know..."

Jiang Ye obviously felt that his voice had become sad and blamed himself, so he patted him gently on the waist.

"I don't know exactly what caused the noise. In the end, my mother ran out of the house angrily, and my father was hit by a truck while chasing her." Xie Ximian paused for a long time, and said, "There was no rescue."

He tried his best to speak calmly, but he still couldn't hide his grief.

His father passed away unexpectedly for such a reason, which was both hatred and pain for him.He couldn't forgive his mother, nor could he forgive himself when he left the house.

If I am not used to such quarrels and can make peace in the middle, my parents will not fight each other and cause such a tragedy.

"During the days of the college entrance examination, I didn't know what I did. I just felt that it was so difficult to breathe. Taking a breath was like hanging a piece of heavy iron." Xie Ximian regretted, "I knew I didn't do well in the exam. What prestigious schools and dreams have nothing to do with people like me, so after my dad's funeral, I left home."

Jiang Ye knew that he was born playing in Internet cafes, but he didn't expect that he was forced to come here by fate.

"There is nothing to talk about after that. The owner of the Internet cafe took me in. I work as a network administrator at night and sleep during the day. When there are Internet cafe competitions, I go out to make some money." Xie Ximian said in a lighter tone, "It was also at that time that I met He Chen, it was you I knew Mu Chen, he came out with his family very early, he was homeless like me, and made money from some small offline competitions, after we met, we have been working together and won many competitions."

Jiang Ye nodded and asked, "Did you eat well during that time? Did you sleep well?"

"I don't remember, I was in a daze. Sometimes I slept for more than ten hours during the day, and sometimes I didn't sleep for more than ten hours all night. I can't tell. The food is just like that. Takeaway instant noodles and the like are definitely not as good. The meals that my aunt cooks now, at that time there would be some simple meals in Internet cafes, and when others ordered, I would cook more for myself." Xie Ximian was quite emotional, "Later, the league competitions became better and better, and the offline ones There are fewer small competitions, and if you have no money to make, you have to find a way, I heard from my friends in the Internet cafe that I started to do live broadcasts, and I was accidentally spotted by Ou Xiaodian and signed to MST, which has been up to now.”

"Then...do you still have contact with your mother?" Jiang Ye asked.

"I met on the Lantern Festival," Xie Qimian said, "She's fine, she has a new family, and she should...be more suitable than my dad."

"So it's like this..." Jiang Ye said in a hoarse voice, but his heart ached to death. He never thought that Xie Qimian's life would be so different. When he was living a naive high school life, Xie Qimian had already lost everything, and he had to work hard. Feed themselves.

He could even imagine that kind of Internet cafe, filled with the lingering smell of smoke and noisy voices, Xie Ximian was submerged in it.

He thought, Xie Ximian shouldn't be there.

"Why are you standing there?" Xie Qimian patted his collarbone, "I'm done."

Jiang Ye hugged him and held him in his arms for a long time until the heat was too hot and Xie Qimian wanted to breathe normally.

"If you don't talk anymore, I'll think you're crying out of empathy." Xie Qimian touched his eyes and touched his fluttering eyelashes, "So you didn't cry."

Jiang Ye pressed his fingers on his ears and temple hair, and called him in a low voice: "A Mian."

Xie Qimian was at a loss, and his brain went blank for a moment, as if the word was uttered in Jiang Ye's voice, turning into some kind of intoxicating spell.

He envied Jiang Ye's courage and pride from his bones, but before today, he was sure that he would not rely on Jiang Ye.He felt that he was older than Jiang Ye, had more experience than Jiang Ye, and was strong and independent enough to calmly bear everything Jiang Ye gave him, good or bad, he could take it all.

But he didn't expect to be hit by him so easily.

"I don't know what to say about the past," Jiang Ye said in a low voice, "but I want to tell you that you are very good and worth it, and you deserve a warm family, a smooth student life, a good relationship and good health." body." He paused, "Although some things have been taken away by fate, you will always be worthy, worthy of the best."

Xie Qimian pressed his forehead against his chest, and heard the thumping, extremely hot heartbeat.

"Jiang Ye, stop talking." Xie Ximian's voice was muffled, it sounded like a soft mist.

Jiang Ye insisted: "I really feel so."

"I know," Xie Qimian grabbed the button of his pajamas, "but if you say it again, I'm really going to cry again."

Jiang Ye let out a helpless laugh, and let go of his embrace. He wanted to see Xie Qimian's face, but Xie Qimian pushed his chin: "Climb, I didn't cry."

"But you cry so easily." Jiang Ye said, "I didn't know you cry so much."

Xie Ximian closed his eyes: "It's really a 3-minute limited EQ, and a straight man started talking again, you'll be talking to death." He wrapped the quilt, "Sleep, idiot."

"Okay." Jiang Ye pushed him away, let him lie down, Xie Qimian grabbed his hand, and asked, "Why, hugging him to keep warm is not enough?"

"I didn't say no, I just think your back is uncomfortable, and it will be better if you lie up straight and sleep." Jiang Ye said, "And I will go to shoot after nine o'clock tomorrow. I am afraid that I will wake you up when I get up, so sleep separately."

Xie Qimian: "Then why didn't you say go back to sleep next door?"

"..." Jiang Ye babbled, brazenly wanting to stay in Xie Qimian's room, "It doesn't need to be that far... Just sleep a little bit more neatly, so I can wake up tomorrow."

Xie Qimian stepped on his calf and hung on him like a sloth again: "Pull it down, I've slept well now, I still have to roll together in the middle of the night." He yawned and said, "Know what's called' Life is like a post, hold on tight to the person in front of you, you won’t even be able to get into my bed when you return to the base tomorrow.”

Jiang Ye really regretted it when he thought about it, he immediately became honest and hugged Xie Qimian.At this moment in the middle of the night, most of those charming thoughts were blown away by Xie Qimian's story, he was a little hard to fall asleep, so he patted Xie Qimian's back, hoping that he could warm him up.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, Xie Ximian's breathing gradually stabilized. Jiang Ye held his breath, kissed the top of his head, and said, "Xie Ximian, good night."

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It was rare to go to bed early, Xie Qimian woke up as soon as Jiang Ye teased him, and blinked at him slowly: "Huh?"

"It's okay, go back to sleep, I'll go to shoot." Jiang Ye helped him cover the quilt, and as soon as he got out of bed, Xie Qimian reached out from under the quilt to grab him.

Jiang Ye inexplicably had a strange afterthought, turned his head and squatted down, and asked embarrassingly, "What's wrong?"

Xie Qimian closed his eyes tiredly, and opened them again after a minute, struggling to resist the drowsiness, and said to Jiang Ye in a hoarse voice, "Go."

Jiang Ye swept his loose jaw, feeling complacent.

It turned out that Xie Ximian just didn't want him to leave.

What to do, early in the morning, I just want to be with Xie Ximian...

Jiang Ye leaned over and secretly touched Xie Qimian's forehead. When Xie Qimian shook his head itchy, he pretended he hadn't done anything and got up.

Filming went well, except for Jiang Ye who refused to do a lot of cute moves.

The brand liked his hands and took many photos. It was originally set to end at 11:30, but it was abruptly delayed until 12:30.

Jiang Ye came alone, and kept everything on his body. During the filming, he took out his mobile phone from time to time to see if there was any news of Xie Ximian waking up. He was reminded several times by the photography assistant, and he was a little embarrassed.

"You guys keep it safe for me." Jiang Ye put down his phone, "If you have any news...let me know."

The assistant nodded and looked at the screen casually, unable to hold it in shock.

Depend on!

What a blurry group photo!

So exciting, I really want to take another look!

She struggled with her curiosity at the moral bottom line, and finally waited for an opportunity half an hour later.

Jiang Ye received a message.

With a quick glance, she confirmed who was on the screen.

Then, she saw the people in the photo at the door of the studio.

Xie Ximian bent down to explore the road, and after confirming that it was the shooting location, walked in carefully, and greeted the staff: "Is Jiang Ye still inside?"

The assistant trotted over and asked excitedly, "Is it Sleeping God?"

Xie Qimian nodded politely at her and asked, "Where's Jiang Ye?"

"It's still filming, it's almost over, two more single photos." The assistant immediately sent Jiang Ye's phone up, "He kept it here for safekeeping."

Xie Ximian lifted the phone, touched it with his thumb to unlock it, raised his leg and walked over the electric wires all over the floor: "Excuse me, let me see how he took the picture."

He quietly walked behind the camera, took off his mask, rushed into the booth and waved. The boy who had been pretending to be cool suddenly opened his eyes and looked over.

"Hey! This one is good!" The photographer clicked and took more than a dozen pictures, "Finally one with a smile!"

Jiang Ye was embarrassed to take pictures in front of Xie Ximian, and his movements were very stiff. Fortunately, the photographer got the picture he wanted, so he didn't force him to stay: "It's okay, it's hard work."

Before he could call someone over to choose photos, the model himself rushed behind him in stride, wagging his tail, and lowered his head happily to ask the person in front of him: "Why are you here?"

"I'm hungry," Xie Ximian said with a smile, holding his pocket, "I'm here to find the breeder."

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