The male god said he was straight

Wei Jingming accepted the investigation and found that the man who had been killing the accountant was not ordered by him, and claimed that Shen Shaojie had nothing to do with him when he went to Qixia Villa to steal.

As a suspect, although it is necessary to cooperate with the investigation, the evidence of his crime has not yet been conclusive, and he is still not in a desperate situation.

Then, a reporter interviewed He's mother about Wei Jingming's matter. He's mother's answer was not explicit, but it was equivalent to giving him a slap in the back.

He's mother told reporters: "I have terminated the cooperation with Mr. Wei's company on all projects. Frankly speaking, I am very disappointed."

Regardless of whether she is really in Wei Jingming's camp or not, as long as she is an ex-wife and former collaborator, the words from her mouth will be convincing in public.

After all, it is a very small number of people who know that Wei Jingming’s criminal evidence is still difficult to prove. This disappointment can be interpreted as the embarrassment brought by Wei Jingming’s lawsuit to the group, affecting their cooperation and harming her interests. This is a fact, and she cannot be said to be slander.

But the majority who didn't understand the truth, they were more willing to believe that what Mother He revealed was the inside story of the case, guessing that the reason for her disappointment was most likely related to the murder case.

The stock price of Wei Jingming's company plunged for several days, and the company issued several statements to no avail.

On the afternoon of Xiaonian, things had a new development. The shareholders of Wei Jingming's company jointly "forced the palace" at the board meeting and "suggested" that he resign as chairman.

Qi Xia was taken aback when he heard that, "Really? What does this mean?"

He Xiao smiled and said, "Once he loses his status as a decision maker, many people who originally supported him will have to wait and see."

To put it simply, it is to wait and see whether Wei Jingming can break through this pass, and then talk about the funeral if he can land safely. If he can't, there is no need to pull himself into the vortex for him.

Wei Jingming used to be rich and powerful, but now half of his "power" has disappeared.

Qi Xia felt inexplicably happy when he thought of how he used to bully others to entangle Teacher Shen and harm him.

What is even more gratifying is that Wei Jingming is currently too busy to take care of himself, and the dark clouds that have been covering Qixia's head are gradually dissipating. "Leaving the Pavilion Banquet" missed the opportunity.

The last rehearsal of the full play before the performance of "Leaving the Pavilion Banquet" was in the afternoon.

After hearing what He Xiao said, when Qi Xia packed himself up and was about to go out, he looked at He Xiao through the mirror. Although the smile on the corner of his mouth was faint, there was nothing hidden in his gratitude. He knew who gave him the current situation. .

Thinking of something, his hand on the neckline suddenly stopped and asked He Xiao: "How should I thank your mother?"

He Xiao grabbed his shoulders to make him face himself, raised his hand to fasten his buttons, and said jokingly: "Fighting against evil forces is what an upright and brave citizen should do, no thanks."

But a few days ago, Mother He's sudden voice was obviously for him. Qi Xia was thinking about something when the phone rang in his pocket.

He took out the phone and saw that it was Mother He. Qi Xia was a little surprised, glanced at He Xiao, and quickly swiped to answer.

And He's mother exchanged pleasantries with him on the phone, saying, "Today, Xiaonian, come over to have dinner with Len tonight, do you have any other arrangements?"

Qi Xia hastily and honestly replied: "No."

Not to mention that he was grateful to He's mother in his heart, that's not the case, and he should respect He Xiao's parents.

So Qi Xia didn't refuse, and then Mother He gave him an address, not the one he had been to.

It was only after hanging up the phone that he remembered that he didn't ask He Xiao's opinion. Qi Xia hurriedly explained: "Today, the little reunion, the elder said, we are fine anyway, so I will make my own decisions."

He Xiao smiled and said, "I'll listen to you."

Then he took the phone from Qixia's hand and looked at the address sent by his mother, and said, "You have to cross the sea bridge."

Qi Xia turned around and straightened her hair in the mirror. Thinking of something, her eyes suddenly froze.

There will be a fireworks display at the Civic Square on the other side of the sea-crossing bridge tonight.

Qi Xia is a romantic person by nature. He asks for marriage, wants surprises, and doesn't want to be too deliberate. He Xiao follows him all day long. He is not ready. Isn't the fireworks show an opportunity?

As soon as Qi Xia thought about it, the picture came out in his mind. Just imagine, the car is parked in the middle of the mountain in the middle of the night, and the background is the colorful fireworks in the night.

Qi Xia's face was a little hot, but he still said decisively to He Xiao: "I'll pick out a coat."

Prepare well, Qi Xia's heart was beating eagerly all the way to the troupe. In the dressing room, he brought out the ring. After changing clothes, avoiding He Xiao's sight, he carefully put the jewelry box in his trouser pocket and put it in the locker Lock it up.

He Xiao glanced over and saw that he had twisted the key several times, "So cautious today?"

Qi Xia said, "I've always been very cautious."

How could he not be cautious about such a big matter.

He put on a hood, adjusted his costume, and a handsome young man in ancient costume gradually appeared in front of He Xiao.

The appearance of Qi Xia's wide robe and wide sleeves is romantic, just like the person in the script walking out.

He Xiao looked at him for a moment, "Fortunately, I can let you continue acting."

At this time, Qi Xia had already entered the state of proposing marriage ahead of time. Looking at the tall and steady man in front of him, many pictures played in his mind like a slideshow. It was him and He Xiao, from the beginning to the present.

When we first met at the reception, the balcony and He Zhengrong's reception room looked at each other through a layer of glass. Regarding Wei Yang's ridiculous misunderstanding, maybe He Xiao had thought of leaving, but he finally kept him.

The hope that he didn't even realize when he was first moved, the not-so-solid barrier in his heart that once blocked his footsteps, fortunately He Xiao was brave enough, so they didn't miss it.

From the beginning to the present, he has been unaware of the danger around him for so long. He Xiao endured it silently. Qi Xia knew how difficult this moment was. It was the people in front of him who accompanied and protected him all the way, so he can still stand here now. .

At this time, the curtain on the outside stage was about to be drawn back. Hearing someone calling to enter the stage, Qi Xia responded, looked deeply at He Xiao, and expressed all his feelings in one sentence, "Fortunately, I have you."

Then he stepped forward and hugged He Xiao with both arms, without lust, but his arms were tightly tightened.

With a hasty hug, Qi Xia turned around and went on stage. This was his best time.

As soon as Qi Xia entered the play, he had no other distractions, but this time, he knew that He Xiao was watching him from the audience, just like He Xiao had been watching him from the side during many rehearsals of the whole play these days.

One at a time, until the other people next to me have seen it many times, the initial enthusiasm is extinguished, and even began to doze off.However, every time he looked back, he could meet He Xiao's eyes that were so focused that he couldn't turn his eyes away.

On stage, when the curtain rises, he is acting out someone else's life.

In the play, the son and the general meet for the first time at a banquet, and the scene after scene passes, and they get to know each other well. The two people who are so far apart, actually walk together in such a strange way.

This is someone else's story, why not his.

He acted out other people's lives on stage, and He Xiao offstage was his general.

This time the rehearsal went very smoothly, and finally it was near the end.

On the stage, the general stood in front of Qi Xia, "Are you here to see me off?"

Qi Xia said, "I'm here to thank you."

In the long pavilion at the end of autumn, the sound of music is more desolate than the wind.

Qi Xia said: "This glass of wine, thank you for not getting rid of my absurdity and stupidity." He drank it all down.

"This second glass of wine, thank you for your blessing."

Qi Xia spoke these two lines very sincerely, he knew who was listening.

The farewell lines are used to express our sincere feelings at this time.

Hearing the general's exhaustion of Hongzhi, without saying a word, he leaned over with a long bow, turned around and left.

But at the moment when the curtain fell, he couldn't help but glance at the person in the audience who could always understand what he was saying.

In the play, the general is shrouded in horse leather, and the son is a luthier who has never played the piano all his life.

If there is a separation between yin and yang, comparing it with the reality, you will know more and more that the years are passing like water before you, and the world is stable and stable, so you should cherish it even more.

When the curtain fell, there was applause everywhere, Qi Xia looked at the audience without blinking, and He Xiao looked past many people to meet him.

Qi Xia couldn't tell the difference between the inside and the outside of the play, he felt that countless years of time that flew like arrows seemed to be frozen at this moment.

It was certainly a good night, at least until the car was on the road.

It was New Year's Eve, and the car was going to He Mu's villa. When passing the cross-sea bridge, the party on the other side should have started to warm up, and there were big fireworks blooming in the dark sky.

The colorful light was reflected on the car window, and it was always reflected in Qi Xia's clear pupils.

He Xiao wasn't driving fast, so he covered Qi Xia's hand firmly with one free hand, and glanced sideways at him, "You are a little different today."

Qi Xia was slightly startled, not letting He Xiao see what he was planning, "Maybe it's the excitement before the performance." The other hand was in the pocket of his coat and tightly grasped his ring, which belonged to them forever.

Qi Xia was full of eagerness to try, but when the car got off the sea-crossing bridge and drove towards the rolling hills in the distance under the night, his eyelids suddenly twitched.

Then my heart began to feel hairy, it was hard to explain the feeling, as if something was about to happen.

The excited brilliance in his eyes just stagnated suddenly, He Xiao didn't even look at him, but he was still keenly aware of it.

He Xiao turned his face to the road ahead, his eyes swept over again, "What's wrong?"

Qi Xia quickly shook his head when he recovered, "It's nothing."

I was too excited, Qi Xia thought, but when He Xiao slowed down and stretched out his hand to him, she still held He Xiao's hand firmly.

Inviting them to dinner, Mother He had already prepared for it. From the time Qi Xia and He Xiao entered the door, the atmosphere was still joyful.

When Mother He asked about their overseas itinerary, Qi Xia answered with a smile.

During the festive night, Qi Xia had another scruple. When he entered the door, his eyes couldn't help but glance around the room.

After returning from abroad, he never saw Wei Yang again. Even if he wore makeup for the final rehearsal today, Wei Yang's role was replaced by someone else.

Because of Wei Jingming's matter, Qi Xia thinks that Wei Yang is not embarrassed, Wei Yang is not bad at heart, they rehearse together for a few months and they get along happily once, but now Qi Xia really doesn't know how to face her.

Mother He saw what he was thinking, and the smile on her face faded a bit, but she still comforted her: "Yang Yang is now at her aunt's house in the United States, since she wants to act, I will give her the opportunity to go further. Don't worry, although she has a flamboyant temper, she still knows what is right and what is wrong."

Qi Xia felt ashamed at the same time, He Xiao's family, like He Xiao, gave him the utmost acceptance and tolerance.

Laughing at Yan Yan at the dinner table, Qi Xia looked at the man beside him who was as steady as a mountain, who seemed to be always reliable to rely on, and then at the kind elder opposite.

The family is happy, happy and harmonious, without shadows, without barriers, this is also the best time for him and He Xiao.

Mother He even mentioned that she was also an art lover when she was young. She said: "The vinyl records I collected at that time are still in good condition. After dinner, I will take you to see them?"

Of course, Qi Xia had to buy into the warm invitation from the elders. He glanced at He Xiao, thinking of He Xiao's connivance every time he said the word "Yi You", and made the decision for him again, "Okay."

And although He Xiao kept eating and saying nothing, he looked back at him with doting eyes.

Until this time of the day, Qi Xia was in an extremely happy mood.

Probably the ultimate beauty is always scarce and short-lived. After this meal, Qi Xia and He Xiao followed He's mother upstairs, and finally got closer and closer to Qi Xia for the truth that had been buried deep in the snow.

Most of He's mother's collections were placed in a lounge. A group of people went upstairs, and He's mother went back to the room to change clothes, and asked the family aunt to take them in first.

Qi Xia entered the room with He Xiao, and his eyelids started to twitch again, but this time he didn't disturb He Xiao, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, and sat down with He Xiao on the sofa against the wall, looking at the furnishings in the room.

This room is furnished as a living room, in a very pure Nordic style. The entire wall on their right hand side is decorated with sculpture bottles and jars.

Qi Xia admired it silently for a while, then looked towards the window, and her eyes suddenly froze.

On the wooden table against the wall between the two windows stood a strange and hideous stone sculpture.

Qi Xia was stunned for a moment, when the aunt at home was pouring water for them, followed his gaze, and said with a smile: "This is the family emblem of my wife's family."

Qi Xia's face was instantly pale as paper, and He Xiao saw that something was wrong with him, "What's wrong?"

Qi Xia was startled as if shocked by an electric shock, she turned her eyes away, and forced a smile at He Xiao, "It's nothing."

Then, he lowered his head and didn't speak any more. He was still sitting still, but his trembling eyelashes could tell how restless he was at this moment.

He Xiao's eyes turned dark in an instant, he glanced at the stone sculpture, and then looked back for a while.

And Qi Xia didn't look at him all the time, as if he couldn't bear the terrible silence in the room, he leaned forward to fetch the teacup on the coffee table, but he couldn't control his strength, just as his hand touched the rim of the cup, the tea inside tilted violently The ground swayed and sprinkled on the wooden surface of the coffee table.

He retracted his arms a little helplessly, and his eyes were straight from the beginning to the end, as if half of his soul had been taken away.

He Xiao understood that many things here were moved from the villa where He's mother and Wei Jingming lived together.

He Xiao probably also understood that the next show might not be able to continue. This day will come after all, and he has never been a person who cannot bear it.

He reached out and grabbed Qi Xia's wrist, "Go, let's go home."

Qi Xia's movement of opening his fingers was almost subconscious, and then she raised her head to meet his eyes, the horror in her eyes was undisguised, and said falteringly: "No...don't you still want to listen to Auntie's vinyl collection? Now Going home... what is it?"

He Xiao's heart ached as if he was being cut alive by something, but it was more cruel to let Qi Xia continue to sit here and pretend to be peaceful, so his action of dragging Qi Xia away was completely irresistible.

Qi Xia just struggled instinctively at first, and then walked behind him silently, neither speaking nor resisting.

The silence was maintained until they got into the car, and the car drove out from the courtyard of the villa and drove along the mountain road to the middle of the mountain.

When the car stopped, the mountains were very quiet, but in the distance, there were colorful fireworks exploding, reflecting the indigo blue of the sky, and it was extremely gorgeous in an instant.

The background of the proposal scene in Qi Xia's imagination was the same, Qi Xia's hand hanging by his side touched the hardness of the jewelry box through the coat, which was what he wanted forever.

Beside him sat his hero, his general.

Qi Xia sat silently, for a long time, He Xiao moved, and He Xiao moved closer to him, pressed his hand on the back of the chair beside his head, and said awkwardly: "It's me."

The two words without head and tail didn't make it clear what they were, but Qi Xia suddenly turned his head and looked at He Xiao with dizzy eyes, "It's not you."

He Xiao's throat was choked, and his voice was a little hoarse when he spoke again, "It's me."

Qi Xia seemed to be struck by heavy lightning above his head, his gaze was fixed on He Xiao's eyes, "How could it be you!?"

At this moment, Qi Xia's mind was already in a trance.

But in a trance, there are still some voices that are annoying to the ears.

He will be his agent for a while.

"The son of the chairman of the board of directors likes your "Young Eagle" very much, and he is also half a fan of you. So what if you see it, it is like a chaste and martyr."

And what He Xiao once said to him:

"I'm also your fan. I watched "The Young Eagle" from beginning to end, just to watch you."

The stone sculpture known as the family emblem, Qi Xia saw it for a moment while awake when he was carried out that nightmarish night.

At that time, he couldn't distinguish anything in his mind, he didn't even know who he was, what he was doing, and where he was, but with just one glance, he remembered the ferocious face of the beast.

It's just imprinted in his mind. For so many years, he has never been able to distinguish whether this thing is real or fabricated in his dreams.

He didn't expect to see him again today, at He Xiao's mother's house.

He wanted to comfort himself that it was just a misunderstanding, but He Xiao didn't allow him to hide.

At this moment, Qi Xia's mind was in a mess, the reality was so cruel that he couldn't accept it, but it was ridiculous that a thought flashed through him: that person is He Xiao, so he was the only one from the beginning to the end.

Even prior to the fact that he was humiliated, Qi Xia's greatest anger at this time was that this matter denied He Xiao himself, and he roared in disbelief, "How can you do such a thing?"

What is He Xiao?How could it be He Xiao?

This is the person he puts all his trust and affection on, and wants to put on for the rest of his life.

But the gloomy gaze that He Xiao fixed on him was so real, Qi Xia felt as if he was covered by a net from beginning to end, and the whole world was turned upside down.

This is the man who gave him eight years of nightmares.

He turned his eyes away, and He Xiao lowered his head at this moment, and said in a deep voice: "That was not my intention, I was drugged, how could I hurt you soberly."

To Qi Xia, this sentence was like a ray of light in the smog all over the world. Qi Xia's eyes flickered. The fact is that it makes people helpless. At this time, as long as He Xiao speaks, he chooses to believe almost instinctively.

And He Xiao stretched his other hand behind his back and touched it, took out something and handed it to him, "I told you before, if one day I feel sorry for you, you can use this to deal with me."

Qi Xia turned his head, it was the dagger that He Xiao had given him.

Before he could say anything, He Xiao shoved the hilt of the knife into his hand, "This promise still counts, but if I go down with the knife, I'm still alive. Let's start from scratch and live a good life."

When the palm of his hand touched the cold and hard metal, Qi Xia's fingers shrank suddenly and then dodged away in an instant.

He didn't know why He Xiao carried this with him, and he didn't know how long He Xiao had carried it with him. Qi Xia raised his arm to hold He Xiao's chest and pushed it out forcefully, "You are crazy! You go."

But He Xiao's chest was as solid as a wall of iron and copper, and his wrist was quickly held by He Xiao.

He Xiao's voice was full of bitterness, "You are here, where can I go?"

He Xiao's deep eyes locked him tightly in the dim light of the carriage, and when he spoke again, his voice was extremely hoarse and rough.

He Xiao said: "Qi Xia, I have never encountered such a difficult hurdle in my life. I know you are too. This time, can you walk with me?"

Can you walk with me?This sentence hit Qi Xia's tenth ring of softness. With his soft kindness and stupid sense of responsibility, when this sentence came out of He Xiao's mouth, even if a hundred Qi Xia were added together, it would definitely be said. Can't say a single word.

Although Qi Xia was still upset in his heart, he insisted on not refusing for a long time, but was just dazed, not trying to understand why.