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In the live broadcast hall, Qiu Xing and the host sat face to face on a curved semi-circular sofa. The background was a study room with simple and elegant decoration. The lighting engineer gave him a warm light, and he also put on some makeup. not bad.

Qiu Xing was wearing an off-white thick-lined sweater and a pair of light-colored jeans underneath. Because of the obstruction of the small table in front of him and the problem of the shooting angle, he did not look fat, but the original slapped face was indeed rounder. The last time he gave up on himself and appeared in front of the camera, he looked much better.

The two had been chatting for a while, and the media reporter asked, "Is the video that leaked out this morning real? Did you suffer from depression because of the movie "Ten Years of Murder"?"

Qiu Xing smiled lightly: "The video is real, but it didn't reach the point of depression. It's just because I have emotional problems, so I talked to a counselor."

"Something wrong with emotions? What kind of problem?"

""Ten Years of Murder" is based on real cases. Zhao Haiming in the film is a real person. I kept understanding him and brought him in during the filming process, so I can understand his despair at the end of the film. Filming After the end, I have been in a bad mood, and I have been adjusting my state to welcome the next drama, maybe it took a long time to adjust, so my friend suggested that I talk to a professional, but it’s really not a big deal.”

"So that's why you got into the drama too deeply?"

"You could say the same."

The reporter smiled slyly: "Then can you tell me what kind of ending the movie is, which has made you worry about it for so long?"

Qiu Xing also responded with a smile: "This is inappropriate, the movie hasn't been released yet."

The reporter changed the topic: "I saw someone said that your bad mood was caused by your out-of-shape figure. How do you think that you have taken a completely different path for filming?"

Qiu Xing replied calmly: "Pain and gain are directly proportional. Of course I am more satisfied with my previous figure, but if it is a necessary condition for shaping a character, I am willing to try it, and I am also I feel that I have successfully portrayed the role of Zhao Haiming."

……

As the interview continued, Qiu Xing answered the reporter's questions in a clear and orderly manner, with a consistent gentle smile on his face, and it was not obvious that he had any emotional problems, let alone depression.

So the barrage frantically swiped [I don’t have depression, I don’t know how to direct and act on my own, hype movies, right? 】

[It's hype. Isn't the movie released in a few days? You can see that he can't leave the movie in three words. 】

[I think maybe he really has depression. I have a friend who is like this. He is usually joking and laughing. No one sees him taking sleeping pills at home. 】

[Fans go, he said it himself, he still washes it, washes Nima. 】

[Wannian Vase finally got a movie, why don't you work hard? From the start of filming, to the weight gain later, to the current depression, which time did you not make yourself a hot search. 】

[This kind of person may use it to stir up heat for himself even if his family members die. 】

[Regardless of whether he is hot or not, the mouth of cursing people's family members is too stinky. 】

……

On the screen, Qiu Xing was still calm, and when faced with sometimes tricky questions from reporters, he answered calmly and calmly, halfway through, revealing some information that the audience wanted to know, without revealing any information that was not good for him. He has long been familiar with the method of dealing with reporters by pretending to be submissive.

Originally, this kind of live broadcast would either be boring, or overturned accidentally, requiring guests to have extremely high emotional intelligence.But Qiu Xing easily handled a 10-minute live broadcast.

Walking out of the live broadcast hall, Qiu Xing didn't show any negative emotions. Chen Xiaorong followed him and asked, "How do you feel?"

"It's okay, I'm a little tired."

Chen Xiaorong patted him on the shoulder comfortingly: "Leave the rest to me, you go back and rest first."

As soon as he arrived at the lobby on the first floor of this company, Qiu Xing saw Ning Jinyue sitting in the leisure area drinking coffee, and indeed came to pick him up.Qiu Xing turned around and said to Chen Xiaorong: "Sister Chen, I will go back by myself, there is no need to send it off."

Chen Xiaorong was worried, so Qiu Xing could only say, "Someone will pick me up."

"Okay, slow down." Qiu Xing took two steps, and Chen Xiaorong stopped him again, "You should rest at home for a few days, and I will tell you if there is anything to do. If you have nothing to do, don't go online."

Qiu Xing smiled at her: "I know."

He was sitting in Ning Jinyue's car, the winter days were short, and it was already dark at five o'clock.It is said that there was a heavy snow today, and the heavy snow had not yet fallen, which made the sky even heavier.It was rush hour again, and the car was struggling to move forward on the crowded road. Qiu Xing didn't know if it was motion sickness, and his head began to hurt again, and his chest felt uncomfortable.

"What's wrong? Are you a little motion sick?" As long as he is with Qiu Xing, Ning Jinyue will subconsciously focus part of his attention on Qiu Xing, and paying attention to Qiu Xing's every move has almost become his habit.

"Yeah." Qiu Xing folded his hands on the console in front of him, and buried his face in his arms.

Ning Jinyue didn't say anything else, he had no choice but to drive the car more smoothly.

Headache, chest tightness, and tiredness, Qiu Xing felt as if he had never been so tired before, and he had never been so tired after filming and recording all night. It seemed that his flesh and bones had been drained and crushed, leaving only a limp skin.

Qiu Xing turned his face buried in his arms to the side, revealing a small half of his face, his lips moved: "Open the window."

"It's too cold, you'll catch a cold."

The proposal was rejected, maybe Ning Jinyue was right, he didn't ask again, and buried his face back in his arms again.

After a while, the car window was lowered by a small gap, and the biting cold air poured in. Ning Jinyue took off his coat and put it on Qiu Xing's shoulders.

Qiu Xing just said "thank you" dully, he didn't even have the strength to refuse others' kindness.

The speed of the car gradually picked up, Qiu Xing thought that the congested section of the road had passed, but the car stopped suddenly.

Qiu Xing looked up and found that they were in an old alley, a rare unrenovated area in this city. The car was parked in front of an old but very lively mutton shop.From their point of view, they can just see the upper body of the guests sitting inside, and several waiters walking around in a hurry.The room was filled with steaming white water vapor, and the water vapor formed water droplets on the glass door. Looking through the glass, the scene in the room was somewhat distorted.

Qiu Xing looked inside, as if looking at another world.

"It's still very busy, so I just walked into an alley," Ning Jinyue explained, and asked, "Want to eat boiled mutton?"

Qiu Xing still watched.

Ning Jinyue seemed to think of something: "This kind of shop is generally not very clean, but the taste should be good."

"Eat."

He pulled up the hood of his down jacket to cover his head, Ning Jinyue took his hand, and pushed open the glass door, and the noise rushed in, merging the two worlds together.

They asked for a box, and the heating inside was fully turned on, and they were slightly sweating after entering the room.The waiter quickly brought them shabu-shabu and served a table full of dishes.Ning Jinyue closed the door of the private room, and opened the window a little, allowing the cold wind to flow in, dissipating the stuffy heat in the room.

Ning Jinyue scooped up slices of hot meat for Qiu Xing from the bubbling soup pot.In fact, the taste is quite good. I don't know if Qiu Xing is not feeling well or in a bad mood, and he doesn't seem to have much appetite.Ning Jinyue went out again to ask the waiter for some cold dishes, so that Qiu Xing could eat some cold dishes to relieve his tiredness.

Qiu Xing couldn't bear to refuse, even if he didn't have much appetite, he ate all the food that Ning Jinyue gave him, but he ate slowly, one meal lasted for two hours, and when they checked out and left, there were only a few sparse meals in the originally bustling hall. personal.

However, when the peak traffic jam passes, the car can drive smoothly.After eating, his stomach became warmer, and Qiu Xing's physical discomfort also eased a lot, but his head still felt a little stuffy.

The predicted heavy snowfall had already begun, and the beams of light from the headlights were densely sprinkled with small snow particles.

Ning Jinyue turned up the heat a little more.Qiu Xing propped his head up and looked out the window.

He asked suddenly: "If we didn't know each other when you were young, would you like me?"

"This possibility does not exist." Ning Jinyue replied calmly, he knew that Qiu Xing must have a lot of anxiety now.

"So why do you like me?"

"do not know."

"When did that start?"

"You should know, I just saw you in the attic." Now Ning Jinyue can still clearly remember that scene, and how he felt when he was struck by lightning.

Qiu Xing was not angry, but instead smiled: "You are more superficial than I thought."

Ning Jinyue nodded honestly: "Love is very superficial."

At this time, Qiu Xing's phone rang.He didn't pay much attention to what he was saying, and just picked it up.After the call was connected, Qiu Xing hadn't had time to say the first word when a piercing and shrill cry suddenly came from his ear.

He was so startled that he almost threw the phone away, when he heard someone shouting in the receiver with a changed voice: "Go to hell! Why don't you go to die! Go to hell! Go to hell if you die! Freed! Go quickly..."

Qiu Xing was stunned for a moment, Ning Jinyue parked the car on the side of the road, and was about to grab his mobile phone, when Qiu Xing hung up by himself.

Ning Jinyue frowned, staring at Qiu Xing, not knowing how to react.

Qiu Xing's cell phone rang again frantically, this time he didn't answer it, just hung up and blocked the number, soon his text message alerts rang, one after another, all messages telling him to die.

"Give me the phone."

Qiu Xing turned off his mobile phone and put it in his pocket: "It's a cornet, I can't find anyone."

Ning Jinyue still looked at him, and said in a deep voice, "Give it to me, I will not let these people go."

"Whether it's a real person or not." Qiu Xing said lightly, "Don't waste time and energy on such boring things, just drive."

Ning Jinyue wanted to say something else.

Qiu Xing said forcefully: "Driving, I have a headache and want to go home early."

Ning Jinyue restarted the car.Qiu Xing doesn't look different, but Ning Jinyue's calm surface is actually filled with anger. He will definitely find out the person behind this, and then let him taste what it's like to go to hell.