The Record of Reemployment of the Laid-off Emperor

I have never studied, but I can read and write.

Words are a tool to understand the new world. I must use the tool well so as not to be blind in a foreign land where I know nothing.

About four years ago, I went to the county library. In the history category in the corner of the second floor, there was a book called Joking about the Yong Dynasty.

Page 333 is Qingyangbi's personal biography, a picture of a figure that is so ugly that it is distorted, with slanted eyebrows and slanted eyes, it is so ugly.

On the left side of the painting are printed six big characters of Qingyang Bizizhaolin, as well as an overview from life to death.I counted, and there are more than fifty characters in total. It turns out that the emperor's life can be summed up in five words.

Under the picture, I listed a few rare events in Qingyangbi's life that had a slight impact.

A total of one page.

And page 335 is about Qi Guanwei, the great Sima who was at the same time as Qingyangbi.

The author is not stingy with pen and ink, and spent twenty pages.

One of the most famous incidents, when the Yong Dynasty was dying, Da Sima personally opened the city gate to lead the enemy into the city.

"Who hit you? What's wrong with your hand? Why is there so much blood?" Tang Kexin first noticed my bleeding palm, screamed and rushed up to grab my hand to examine carefully.

I refuted and answered his questions one by one in my heart. No one beat me, I cut it myself.His eyes were fixed on the other person, unable to move away.

"Accidentally fell down," I said perfunctorily.

Tang Kexin looked at the broken glass scattered all over the floor, obviously he didn't believe it, but he didn't ask further, and took me to the clinic to treat the wound.

After going through the twists and turns from life to death, my madness has been restrained a lot, and I didn't immediately rush to grab the man suspected of being Qi Guanwei and question him crazily. I was afraid that I would be taken away as mentally ill.

The main reason, after the shock of seeing it for the first time, I have realized that it cannot be Qi Guanwei.

Resurrection from the dead, or resurrection after a thousand years, this matter is already outrageous.Many times I suspect that Yong Chao and Qingyang Bi are just a ridiculous dream of Yang Qing.

Such an outrageous thing, can there be a second case?And it happens to be my great enemy from the previous life?The most outrageous thing, is she exactly the same as her previous life?

It is impossible to think with your toes.

I came back out of my mother's womb, and my appearance was no match for Qingyangbi.From my experience, looks depend on parents.

Tang Kexin led me out, his cousin Cen Weiyu was half a step behind.

In order for Cen Weiyu not to be blocked, Tang Kexin chose the narrow path.

Someone leads the way, and I concentrate on it.

Still struggling with the question of yes or no, maybe, a one in a million possibility, thinking of this, I couldn't help trembling all over my body.

"Brother Qing, hold on, we'll be there soon." Tang Kexin turned to look at me worriedly.

He will misunderstand, and I don't bother to explain.

Soon I was interrupted by an oncoming cold wind, and the clinic arrived.

This is a small clinic opened in a university town. It usually treats college students who have twisted their arms and legs when they go out to play wild games. They are very experienced in dealing with trauma.

The doctor in the clinic was an elderly man. The old man let me enter the room partitioned by glass doors, turned on the ultraviolet light, and used sterilized tweezers to dispose of the broken glass in the wound for me.

Staring at the reading glasses on the bridge of the old man's nose, I wondered if he would pierce my palm with a trembling hand.

The wound looked horrifying, but it wasn't actually that deep. The old man prescribed some anti-inflammatory and anti-infection western medicine for me after treatment.

Two days worth, not expensive.

I pushed open the glass door with a hand wrapped in white gauze, and was about to let Tang Kexin pay the bill.

There are only patients waiting in line in twos and threes in the outer hall, and a TV hanging on the wall like a small black box.

Tang Kexin disappeared.

No, there is someone else, sitting on a bench against the wall, a handsome man, wearing linen short-sleeves and white trousers, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a coat on his legs, reading a book, as if out of touch with the surrounding The hustle and bustle was out of place.

My heart surged instantly, and my palms were sweating, like, so like, look at this pretense.

"Where's Tang Kexin? Ask him to give the money." I deliberately walked to his side, and touched his pages with my sweaty hands, leaving a few wet fingerprints.

He looked at the fingerprints I left and frowned, "It's something."

"Do you have something to do, Tang Kexin, do you have something to do?" I asked knowingly, interpreting the annoyingness to the extreme.

He closed the book, got up and distanced himself from me, walked to the old doctor, took out cash from his wallet and settled the bill.

After he was done, he walked towards me again, still a step away, and said in a cold tone: "Talk."

It is not an interrogative tone, but a declarative sentence close to an order.

Talk, really need to talk, I stare at his good hand clenched into a fist.

Although my reason told me that the person in front of me was not necessarily Qi Guanwei, my intuition kept clamoring that it was him and only him.

We entered a coffee shop, there were few people, and the environment was quiet, suitable for talking.

I chose a window seat.

"What to drink?" he asked.

I've never been in a coffee shop, and I don't know which way the door of the coffee shop opens, so I said, "Drink orange juice."

Still expressionless, he rang the bell to summon the waiter.

"What's your relationship with my brother?" Cen Weiyu crossed his hands on the table.

Actually asking this, I sipped the orange juice that the waiter brought me.

"A relationship with a partner, a relationship with a bed, or a boyfriend." I laughed at myself, "What kind of relationship do you want to hear?"

I received a huge sum of money from Tang Kexin. In order to keep this job, it is naturally impossible for me to sell Tang Kexin.

He sighed, showing a look that was as expected, "Has he mentioned his mother to you?"

I shook my head honestly. In fact, I know very little about Tang Kexin, and my acquaintance with him only came from an accident.

About half a year ago, in the middle of the night, I was watching the scene at the bar called Jiuyun.

Qing Bar is a place where the boss gave him money, and Jiu Yun actually turned into a venue for homosexuals to make friends. Men and women, women and men, as long as they look at each other, they can make an appointment to open a room.

I was on duty that night, and when I slipped away to go to the bathroom, I saw four or five big men blocking the utility room.I didn't want to be nosy at first, but Jiu Yun has caused a lot of trouble recently, and the big boss has to behave with his tail between his legs.

If something happened to me on the night I was on duty, it would be a waste of life.

I stepped forward and said hello, "Isn't this Brother Tian? See you when you're free."

Taking advantage of their turning back, I seized the opportunity to glance inside, and there was a man standing inside, with makeup on his face, a hot cowhide jacket on his upper body, a small waist below the navel was exposed, and a tight-fitting lower body Ripped jeans, a round buttocks.

How should I put it, pure and coquettish.

If I hadn't seen Tang Kexin's horrified expression, I would have thought that I would have made a mistake and ruined the trick of others.

I have worked in Jiuyun for many years and still have some dignity.

After I said that the person inside was my younger brother, the older brothers didn't care too much, they just patted me on the shoulder and said, Xiao Yang Yanfu is not shallow.

But don't, I, Yang Qing, have no interest in Pi Yanzi, Tie Zhinan.

In this way, I helped Tang Kexin, but within a few days he approached me again and asked me to be his fake boyfriend.

For the sake of the money, I reluctantly agree.

Fake brother meets real brother, I use a straw to poke the bottomed out orange juice and mutter.

Cen Weiyu winked and ordered me another glass of orange juice.

He went on to say: "His father was the chairman of a listed company and died in a car accident a few years ago."

I nodded secretly, no wonder I was so rich.

"His mother is a very traditional woman. Her husband and son are her whole life. After her husband passed away suddenly, she couldn't accept the reality. She had a heart attack and was dying. Now her son is her life, her only hope. .”

Tradition, I grasped the key point and tentatively said, "You mean, his mother can't accept that her son is gay?"

Cen Weiyu said solemnly: "Yes."

"I can probably guess the reason for your visit, let me break up with Tang Kexin."

If I were really Tang Kexin's boyfriend, then I would definitely break up with him for the reason of saving someone's life and building a seven-level pagoda.It's a pity that I'm not. Tang Kexin and I are in a private employment relationship, and he pays me to do things.

Since Tang Kexin didn't say it was over, even if I was struck to death by lightning, I wouldn't take the initiative to fire the boss.

"Impossible!" I firmly refused, "Xiao Tang and I are true love, no one should try to separate us!"

I pushed away the orange juice and looked at Cen Weiyu in horror, as if he was the big stick to break up the fateful couples.

In fact, if Cen Weiyu could be more honest, he would backhand a 500 million check just like in the TV series, and smash the check in my face with an evil mother-in-law's tone, tell me to get out, and leave Tang Kexin completely.I promise to agree immediately, happily roll with the check, the boss will roll as he says, and if he is not satisfied, he can kick me.

It's a pity that he didn't go on the road, or he was deceived by my superb acting skills and really thought that Tang Kexin and I really loved each other.

The conversation fell into a predicament, Cen Weiyu didn't know how to adapt, and I uphold the professionalism of an actor to act impeccably.

After going back and forth, I found that Cen Weiyu only looked powerful, perhaps because he was so obsessed with academics that he rarely had contact with the outside world, he was even pure in dealing with people.

He thought hard about the way to break the situation.

I also have my own calculations, right? Until now, I have suppressed my screaming intuition - don't shout when you see someone who looks alike!

Qi Guanwei is a fine human being, but the one in front of him is like elm wood, which is inflexible.

If he was Qi Guanwei, there would be countless ways to force me to die, to force me to take the initiative to break up with Tang Kexin.

I silently drew a slash on the equal sign between Qi Guanwei and Cen Weiyu, but I still need to try again.

Just as I was about to speak, Cen Weiyu said first, "What do you like about Tang Kexin?"

Without thinking, I said, "I like everything, from head to toe including hair."

"You are all men," he lowered his eyelashes and looked at the Bingmei style in front of him.

Although he tried his best to suppress his emotions, I still heard a faint disgust in his tone, like facing a fish that had been dead in a stinky ditch for many days.

It seems that not only Tang Kexin's mother objected, but he himself also opposed it, or rather, contemptuously and contemptuously.