Spare Tire is Gone

After listening to Qi Cong’s three fatal questions, Shen Jia blinked his eyes quickly, and first picked the best answer and the simplest question, and replied: “Say you remember it, because in the three years you have forgotten now , You have lost all the memories of the past because of a high fever."

This answer was somewhat convoluted, but Qi Cong understood immediately. He was surprised: "I lost my memory before?"

"Well, after you woke up from the fever, you didn't even recognize your uncles and aunts. I went to see you and you asked me who I am."

Qi Cong didn't know what to say for a while.

Amnesia and amnesia, is he a physique prone to amnesia?

Shen Jia whispered: "If you knew you committed suicide once, you can remember the past, and you can forget that scumbag by the way, I must-"

Qi Cong looked at Shen Jia: "What did you say?"

Shen Jia shut up, raising her voice and changing the subject abruptly: "I said...that the work I am doing is actually not related to my university major. I am, yes..." The voice became smaller and smaller.

When Qi Cong saw that Shen Jia was talking, his expression became strange, and his expression became strange, frowning: "How hesitated, it's normal not to work in his major after graduation. Many people are like this. It's okay... Could it be you? What are you doing illegally?"

"Of course not!" Shen Jia quickly denied, moving his hands on the steering wheel, because he felt a little ashamed, so his ears became red, and the sound was like a mosquito, "My current job is an artist."

"Who?" Qi Cong did not hear clearly. The more he looked at Shen Jia, the more suspicious he was. He scanned Shen Jia’s hair that was dyed with silver and the large black T that was cut irregularly on his body, as well as the exaggerated accessories on his neck and wrists. His expression changed, "Did you have yellow bet-"

"No, no, I don't!" Shen Jia became anxious, and her voice became louder, "I am an entertainer now, that is, a star! That's the kind of singing and dancing idol! Of course I also act, but I don't do much."

Qi Cong was stunned: "A star?"

Shen Jia's neck was red, and her voice lowered: "Yeah."

"Sing and dance... idols?"

The voice was lower: "...um."

Qi Cong looked at Shen Jia up and down and thought it was incredible: "You can...sing and dance? Don't you even stammers nervously even on stage as a class speech, stars...will be on stage to perform?"

Shen Jia pretended to be calm: "These can be overcome, just get used to it."

Qi Cong still found it incredible.

Shen Jia was timid and introverted when she was young, and even said during adolescence, "I will find a job that does not require contact with people at all." But now Shen Jia actually becomes an artist who needs to face many, many people?

He looked at Shen Jia.

Shen Jia drove his head down.

After a while, Qi Cong finally digested the news. He slowed down his tone: "It's good if you don't do anything illegal. It's good to be an artist, no, it's very good. You used to be afraid..."

He looked at Shen Jia who was now obviously more confident and generous compared to the memory in his memory. He suddenly smiled. A lot of what he wanted to say finally turned into one sentence: "Jia Jia, when you perform on stage, you must be very handsome, like The same was true when you overcome your fears and finished your speech well."

Shen Jia was stunned, looking sideways at Qi Cong.

The sun was about to set, and the orange light shone in from the car window, covering Qi Cong's body, dyeing him with a layer of gold. He leaned on the seat, wearing a pure white T-shirt and coffee-colored slacks temporarily bought from the small shop next to the hospital. His exposed skin was almost as white as the T-shirt because he had not seen the light for a long time. It was dark and soft, a little longer, and a few strands fell on the shoulders from the back of the neck. Because he is too thin, the T-shirt looks a little empty on him, giving a feeling that he is very fragile, but he smiles, with apricot eyes that are very similar to Qi Yin slightly curved, long and dense eyelashes fall down, and his eyes are dim. There was a smile inside, the pale lips were slightly hooked, and the soft and handsome face was bathed in sunlight, and it seemed so gentle and powerful.

This kind of Qi Cong is so familiar and so nostalgic.

Shen Jia turned his gaze back, raised his hand and pinched his nose, and then smiled: "So so, not particularly handsome. Looking back and waiting for Brother Chong to make his debut, he must be more handsome than me!"

Qi Cong's smile stagnated.

He realized something he had overlooked: "Debut?"

"Yeah." Shen Jia was very happy, "Brother Song, aren't you going to follow me? Don't worry, although I can only be regarded as a little shrimp in the entertainment circle, I still have my sister, and my sister does it herself. I have a brokerage company, and I will ask her to sign you back. With your terms, it’s not a problem to become popular overnight! When the time comes, our two swords will come together, and the sword will point to the top of the entertainment industry!"

Qi Cong's mouth opened, looking at Shen Jiaxing's cheerful look, thinking of the current situation at home, and silently shut his mouth again.

Almost forgot, he no longer has the capital of willfulness and choice.

Before the two had time to talk about the third question, the apartment arrived.

The apartment that Qi Cong rents is in very good condition. It is next to the subway station, the property is excellent, the surrounding facilities are complete, and it is also close to the pedestrian street. It is very popular with high-income white-collar workers.

But Qi Cong looked unhappy at all.

As long as he thinks of his amnesia owing a credit card to live here comfortably, his parents are suffering in that old residential house without air conditioning, he can't wait to strangle himself for the past three years with his own hands.

He forced himself to take his attention away from the apartment, and asked Shen Jia after entering the elevator in the apartment: "There is another question you didn't say, the Jiang Zhaoyan mentioned by my little cousin... is he the same as you said? the man?"

Shen Jiashi didn't want Qi Cong to get involved with Jiang Zhaoyan anymore, and wished that Jiang Zhaoyan would completely disappear from Qi Cong's life, but he didn't want to deceive Qi Cong.

He nodded, trying to answer as simple and clear as possible: "Yes, you and him met through the high fever that caused you to lose your memory. You fainted on the way to the doctor. Jiang Zhaoyan found you and sent you there. Hospital. Then when you woke up, you forgot everything, but you remember Jiang Zhaoyan who saved you. From then on, your heart fell on him, letting others persuade you and never look back."

It is a delicate matter to listen to a memory that you have completely forgotten and is still connected with your feelings. Qi Cong endured the psychological discomfort and continued to ask: "I did a lot of ridiculous things for him?"

"He has been using you! He knows that you like him and rely on him, so he deliberately hangs you to deceive you!" Shen Jia's tone became fierce, "He is a scumbag, looks like a dog, but does everything. It’s not about personnel. Brother Cong, you just forgot about the three years since you met him this time. It must be God who couldn’t see that he bullied you so much and helped you here. Really, you believe me, he is a super scumbag. !"

Qi Cong frowned.

Having known each other for so many years, the number of times Shen Jia cursed in front of him can be counted with two hands. Shen Jia has a soft temper, a kind person, loyalty, and does not love to conflict with others. That Jiang Zhaoyan can get such an evaluation from Shen Jia, and his character is certainly not very good.

He couldn't believe that he would actually like a guy with a bad character, and he had been obsessed with him for three years. What he likes is obviously...

The elevator stopped, Qi Cong gathered his thoughts, did not continue this topic, after a few words to comfort Shen Jia, and Shen Jia got out of the elevator together.

They went back to the apartment this time to get Qi Cong's wallet and mobile phone, so that Qi Cong can sort out his debts as soon as possible. Before Shen Jia sent Qi Cong to the hospital because he was too anxious, he forgot to help Qi Cong take these, and everything left in the apartment.

The two came to the door of the innermost apartment. The door was a coded lock. Qi Cong turned his head to look at Shen Jia: "What is the code?" He didn't ask Shen Jiazhi if he knew, because Shen Jia must know, otherwise Shen Jia could not break through the door a few days ago to rescue him who committed suicide.

Shen Jia's face was stinky: "930828."

This string of numbers is obviously a person's birthday date, Qi Cong paused and asked: "Is that man's birthday?"

Shen Jia answered with a disgusting lip curl.

Qi Cong looked at the code lock and raised his hand to enter this line of numbers.

After a beep, the lock was unlocked. Qi Cong did not push the door immediately, but continued to ask Shen Jia: "How do I change this password?"

Shen Jia was taken aback, then overjoyed, and hurriedly stepped forward and said: "It's easy to change. Do you have administrator rights? If you have, use your fingerprint to verify it, and then click this..."

…

Five minutes later, the two reopened the door with the new code and entered the apartment.

The curtains of the apartment are half drawn, and the light inside is very dark. Qi Cong fumbled and turned on the light, and a few wine bottles were scattered on the ground, and the living room full of takeaway boxes and messy clutter appeared.

Qi Cong, who was a little bit clean, frowned fiercely.

Is this a pigsty?

Shen Jia said cautiously: "Before you were hospitalized, because you had a conflict with Jiang Zhaoyan, you left Jiang Zhaoyan's company and lived a little bit decadently."

Is this just decadence?

Qi Cong tried his best to ignore the messy living room and said, "My parents are still waiting, let's get things first." After speaking, he didn't change his shoes, and walked directly into the living room.

Shen Jia quickly followed.

The wallet and mobile phone are on the bedside table in the bedroom. Qi Cong took it directly into his pocket when he found it. As he was about to leave, he stepped on an envelope on the bedside carpet. He stopped, bent over and picked up the envelope.

The envelope is the most common white envelope with two words written stroke by stroke-suicide note.

Outside Shen Jia asked if he wanted to clean up the take-out garbage, Qi Cong folded the envelope, put it in his pocket, and walked out in response.

After staying in the apartment for 20 minutes, the two rushed back to the hotel where Qi Yin and Lin Hui were staying with a small backpack.

Qi Yin was already awake when he arrived at the hotel, and the four gathered for a simple but warm dinner.

During the meal, Qi Yin asked Qi Cong about his plans for the future, and asked if he really wanted to follow Shen Jia to the entertainment industry.

Qi Cong had his chopsticks, kicked Shen Jia lightly under the dining table, and replied, "Well. I'm going to start with Jiajia as an assistant. When I get familiar with the environment of the circle, I will take the next step."

Shen Jia stared at Qi Cong, he stopped talking, then bowed his head and shut up.

Qi Yin nodded in agreement: "It’s good to be steady and steady. In fact, you don’t have to be a star. Are you not a screenwriter in college? Follow Jiajia to that circle to see. If you can find a screenwriting job, it’s pretty good. Yes. Don’t worry about your parents here, we can take care of ourselves. Your dad contacted an old classmate today, and the other party said that he could hire your dad to be a foreign language teacher in an educational institution, and he would be happy to be back in his profession. broken."

Lin Hui picked up the chopsticks for Qi Cong, and then said, "Yes, I'm done talking, and I will go to work next week. Just do what you want to do in Congcong, and you don't have to force yourself for your parents."

Qi Cong tightened his hand under the table, but said with a smile on his face: "I don’t force it. In fact, I planned to do the same. I will follow Jiajia to find out the industry situation first. If I can finally find a professional-related job, I will definitely not I messed up Jiajia."

After the meal, Qi Cong first sent Qi Yin and Lin Hui back to the room, then turned back to his room, closed the door, and took out the suicide note from his pocket.

He frowned and stared at the word "Suicide Note" on the cover, then went into the room and looked for it. He turned out the pamphlet on the bedside of the hotel and spread it out, pressed the pen he found, and carefully put the word "Suicide Note" on it. I wrote it again, and then put the envelope next to the brochure.