it's you

Sam kept tugging on him, his struggling body was so strong that he couldn't catch him, he shook his face and said angrily, "Dai Zishao is dead, please calm down."

"I told you to let it go, let it go."

"Qihao."

"Let go of labor and management."

Qi Hao ignored him at all, and was blocked as soon as he raised his foot, so angry that he roared: "Damn it, let go, don't force me to hit you."

Snapped!

There was a loud noise from all around, and Sam slapped it. Before he could speak, Qi Hao bared his teeth and roared, "Bastard, you dare to hit me."

As he spoke, he was about to raise his fist, but unexpectedly his ankle tripped, and he staggered and nearly fell. Sam couldn't swallow this breath, and reprimanded: "Have you had enough trouble? Look at where this is, and then look at your place." Qi Hao, why don't you just calm down."

"Calm down? I have to go in today."

"You come back to me."

No matter how much the two argued and quarreled, Qi Hao failed in the end.

After a while.

Sam is gone, and I can see him for the last time before his cremation tomorrow. The sky is blue and the weather is warm, but in Qi Hao's eyes, it is so dark and so cold. His eyes never leave the cold door all day long. Just waiting quietly like this, pale, lifeless, with tears on his face, tired from crying, the water has dried up, he doesn't know what he is doing?All he knew was that he would be able to see Dai Zishao tomorrow, and he would be able to see him, but he could not leave and had to wait for him.

As the sun set and the darkness ushered in, the wind at night was not so cold, but Qi Hao was cold all over his body, and kept typing on his mobile phone with trembling hands, and a voice prompt came: Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable. Please try again later.

The beeping sound ended, Qi Hao tapped the screen again, the name displayed on the contact was idiot, he kept typing over and over again, he was like a man who had lost his soul, his eyes were dull, he stopped calling again, and stopped calling again and again , back and forth until the phone died.

"Hahaha~~~" Laughter suddenly came from around Tranquility, Qi Hao laughed with his head held high, looking into the boundless, his eyes were moist, he hugged himself tightly and squatted there, no one knew, the corner of his mouth was smiling, laughing Laughed and cried.

"Dai Zishao, turn it on for me. Where have you been? Why did you leave me?"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo you idiot, will you come back soon?"

"My wife, I was wrong. I will never quarrel with you again. Come back and scold me, beat me, okay? Don't go, don't go..."

Qihao kept crying like that, hugged himself tighter and tighter, and buried his head in sobs: "Idiot, you are not by my side, what should I do, I miss you, what should I do, I want to eat the rice you cooked, what should I do?" Do.....I miss you so much, miss you so much..."

"Please, don't leave me behind, okay? Come back, can you just say a word to me..."

That night, Qi Hao burst out with all his emotions, crying until his eyes hurt, until his tears dried up, until the next day, at dawn, there were more people outside the deserted funeral parlor.

Dai Zishao didn't have many relatives, except for Liu Minhe, even if he had no relatives, apart from a few people from the company, Zhou Daochen was the one who came to see him off today.

When he heard the news of Dai Zishao's death, he was going crazy, so he quickly contacted their company and asked to see him for the last time no matter what.

Dai Zishao is about to be cremated today, Qi Hao can see him for the last time, looking at him in the white plain clothes on the coffin, but Qi Hao can't cry at all, maybe the tears have dried up, he couldn't help but lift the white cloth, then The face was blurry, how he wished that everything in front of him was fake, the people lying down were not wearing less clothes, but the facts proved that he was wrong, from the size to the outline, they were exactly the same, even the scar on the chest was real.

After a while, Qi Hao finally put down the white cloth, his face turned pale, and he said slowly, "Sam, I'll leave the rest to you."

Seeing him leave, Zhou Daochen couldn't help shouting: "Brother Qihao."

Qi Hao glanced at Zhou Daochen, he knew that they were best buddies, so he patted his shoulder and said, "I'll leave it to you."

No one said much, everyone was unhappy, Qihao didn't attend Dai Zishao's cremation, and Qihao didn't attend Dai Zishao's funeral either, the outside news spread wildly, and his fans were even more distraught.

Seven days later, seven days after Dai Zishao passed away, Qi Hao turned on his phone again, and what he saw was the message of his death, followed by everyone's words attacking him.

[Qihao was not seen at Dai Zishao's funeral, it seems that the two of them were just playing around and they weren't friends at all. 】

【Why didn't Qihao show up at Dai Zishao's funeral...】

There were too many topics, Qi Hao didn't bother to talk about it, and didn't even want to participate. Just as he threw away the phone, it suddenly rang, ringing, ringing~~ the phone kept ringing, but Qi Hao didn't even look at it, just letting it flash like that.

But in less than three seconds, there was a crackling explosion outside the gate.

"Qihao, open the door quickly."

"Brother, open the door."

"If you don't open the door, we will smash it."

"Stop the ink, just smash it."

"Smash."

dong dong dong! !

There was a rumbling sound outside the house, making Qi Hao dizzy and unbearable, he finally got up and walked towards the door, which opened with a bang.

Yin Jinche and Qiwen were kicking furiously. Ever since they heard the news of Dai Zishao's death, the person they immediately thought of was Qi Hao, and the rumors and gossips on the Internet gave them even more headaches. Yin Jinche had wanted to come to Qi Hao a long time ago. Rui stopped him, how could he wait so long, when he just arrived at the door, he found a strange figure, that was Qi Wen, the two of them coincidentally chatted outside the door for a while, after knowing each other's identity, they decided to knock on the door and enter the house, unfortunately There was no response for a long time.

The door opened suddenly, and they pushed the door open without saying a word. As soon as they entered, the smell of alcohol instantly made them want to vomit.

The room was dark, Qiwen turned around and walked towards the window, quickly opened the curtains, and with a squeak, a dazzling light came in instantly, and the dark house immediately brightened.

Damn, what are these?

Yin Jinche looked at the empty wine bottles all over the place. The room was in a mess and there was no clean place. The smell of wine was reeking. Qi Hao, who was lying on the ground, was even more frightening. Bottle, definitely compete with the drunken old man on the side of the road.

Qiwen turned around and walked over, kicked away the wine bottle under his feet, and shouted: "Brother, what are you doing every day?"

Qi Hao ignored it and continued drinking.

"Qihao, you've been drinking for a few days, look at your dirty house."

Yin Jinche then added that he still didn't pay attention, the two just looked at him like this, sipping left and right, completely ignoring them, throwing down bottle after bottle, even if they were drinking, it was too fast like drinking water up.

Qiwen couldn't bear it anymore and stepped forward, grabbed the wine bottle in his hand, and said angrily: "Brother, do you want to drink yourself to death?"

"..." Qi Hao ignored him, opened another bottle casually, and continued drinking.

"Brother, I'm asking you something, don't pretend to be dead."

He ignored his words, and Yin Jinche couldn't help it anymore, drained his wine bottle, and shouted: "Qihao, is it useful for you to torture yourself like this?"