What young?

Before Qi Cong could understand Gu Xun’s words, Gu Xun straightened up again. Gu Xun took a step back and assumed a position that wouldn’t make Qi Cong feel oppressed. He put his hand in his pocket and looked at Qi Cong, who was almost glued to the sofa. The corners of his mouth curled and his eyebrows rose slightly. Some thick and warm emotions were brewing in his eyes, but there was still a layer of danger within.

A little ruffian.

Qi Cong was confused by Gu Xun’s words and actions, and his eyebrows were almost twisted in a knot. He left the sofa and tried to turn the subject back. “What you just said—”

“Three years ago, after you lost your memory, I went to see you once. You didn’t want to see me. Jiang Zhaoyan came to see me in your place.”

Qi Cong immediately raised his head and stared closely at Gu Xun. “You’ve met Jiang Zhaoyan?”

Gu Xun smiled. “Yes. He told me that he liked you and you liked him and that you would be together soon. He also told me to stay away from your life and not to disturb you again. He also told me at that time that my existence only stimulated your injury, so I left.”

Qi Cong couldn’t believe it. He clenched his fists and said, “So he was the one who drove you away?”

“Yes.”

Qi Cong gritted his teeth. He had thought of many reasons for Gu Xun to leave during those years. He had no choice but to leave because he found him helpless. He was forced to leave because of his own life. Or even worse, maybe after losing his memory, he hurt Gu Xun. Gu Xun was sad and left. But he didn’t expect that Gu Xun was actually driven away by Jiang Zhaoyan and he himself had been used as the reason.

Jiang Zhaoyan. It was Jiang Zhaoyan again! 

Gu Xun suddenly leaned down towards Qi Cong again and reached down to touch Qi Cong’s face.

Qi Cong regained his senses and faced Gu Xun from a very close distance.

“Your eyelids are swollen.” Gu Xun rubbed his thumb against the corner of Qi Cong’s eyes, lifted his eyelashes slightly, and then looked at Qi Cong. “Welcome back, Cong.”

Qi Cong’s heart missed a beat, and he was slightly entranced. This tone, this look—No! The Gu Xun in his memory was a fake.

He turned away and tilted his head back to avoid Gu Xun’s hand, got up from the sofa and walked two steps away from Gu Xun’s encirclement. He then turned to Gu Xun, who had slowly straightened up, and said, “Since you said that today’s communication is over, I will go first—”

Gu Xun turned around and reached towards Qi Cong. “Cell phone.”

“What?”

“Exchange contact information. Today’s communication time was too short. I think you should have a lot more to ask me about these past three years.”

Qi Cong looked at Gu Xun’s hand, which was almost out of his sight. After standing still for two seconds, he put his mobile phone on Gu Xun’s palm.

Gu Xun took his cell phone, rubbed it, and smiled again. “It still has your body temperature.”

“. . .” Qi Cong was not used to such a Gu Xun, so he tried to cover up his uneasiness with a frown. “Don’t say strange things.”

Gu Xun lowered his head as he opened Qi Cong’s mobile phone address book and entered his phone number. He sighed in a low voice. “. . . Then I’m afraid I’ll have to do something strange.”

Qi Cong couldn’t believe what he had just heard. His mind was in a mess, so he frowned even more. “What did you say?”

“I said, you seem to have just changed the number to a new one in Beishi City.” Gu Xun dialed the number, pulled out the ringing mobile phone from his own pocket after it got through, hung up, and then looked at Qi Cong. “Planning to stay in Beishi?”

The current Gu Xun didn’t look dangerous; his tone was loose and natural, and his eyes were peaceful and upright, as if he was chatting with an old friend. Although it was still different from the past, at least he was no longer aggressive and oppressive. He was like a normal person who could communicate well.

Qi Cong couldn’t understand such a changeable Gu Xun, so he replied briefly, “Hmm.”

Gu Xun nodded while holding Qi Cong’s mobile phone, then turned to gesture towards the door. “Let’s go. I’ll walk you down. Fifteen minutes are almost up.” As he spoke, he started walking toward the door first.

Qi Cong was stunned and hurriedly followed. “My cell phone . . .”

“I’ll give it to you later. I’ll scan the code and add a WeChat first.”

After walking out of the room, Gu Xun gave Qi Cong his phone back. Qi Cong took it and immediately clicked on WeChat for a look. A dialog box automatically was opened by the system after successfully adding friends on the WeChat interface. On the left side of the chat box, a cat avatar lay quietly . . . It was the same one Gu Xun used three years ago. Qi Cong couldn’t tell what he was feeling, as he touched the milk cat avatar against a black-and-white background.

Dingdong. A new message from Gu Xun came in.

Gu Xun: “The elevator is here.” 

Qi Cong looked as if he had been caught doing something bad. His hands were stiff, as he looked up in the direction of the elevator and found that Gu Xun, somehow, was already there. He was pressing the elevator button with one hand and holding the mobile phone with his other hand while looking at him sideways.

Probably seeing Qi Cong’s look from the past, Gu Xun shook the hand holding the mobile phone. “Come here. Don’t play with your mobile phone while walking.”

Qi Cong put his cell phone in his pocket and walked over quickly.

The two entered the elevator car, and this time, Gu Xun stayed in the corner of the elevator, half-leaning against the car. Qi Cong, standing in the middle, relaxed and looked at Gu Xun in the reflection on the door.

Gu Xun was looking at Qi Cong in the reflection on the elevator door. “I’m sorry for lying to you back then.”

The metal door showed a blurred image of the man’s face, so Qi Cong couldn’t read Gu Xun’s expression or eyes while he made his apology. He averted his eyes and didn’t speak until the elevator reached the underground parking lot and stopped.

“It’s over.” When the door opened, Qi Cong stepped out first. With just a glance, he saw Zhao Zhenxun standing in front of a nanny car ahead of him, and he turned to look at Gu Xun before saying, “That’s it.”

Gu Xun also saw Zhao Zhenxun. He put his hands in his pockets and nodded.

Qi Cong turned around to leave, but after two steps, he stopped again. Looking back at Gu Xun, who had stopped moving, he uttered the words that had roiled in his heart for a long time, “Gu Xun, I don’t remember the past three years. If I have hurt you in the past three years, I’m sorry.”

Then he turned around and walked quickly towards Zhao Zhenxun. After greeting Zhao Zhenxun, he opened the door of the nanny van and went in.

Zhao Zhenxun glanced at Gu Xun and also turned to get in the car.

The door closed, and the nanny van started. Through the window, Qi Cong looked at Gu Xun, who was still standing in the same place, and his mind flashed back to the simple and naive figure back then. He tried to overlap the two figures until Gu Xun’s figure disappeared completely from sight but failed. What he had originally expected to be the most beautiful dream had shattered in the most absurd and unexpected way. He was lost in his thoughts for a few seconds, then averted his eyes.

Except for the tall, skinny boy who was driving, there were a total of five people in the car, and all five pairs of eyes were staring at him.

Qi Cong: “. . .”

He quickly calmed down and looked at Shen Jia first. “I just went to talk with Gu Xun about the past. It’s fine. Don’t worry.”

Then he looked at Zhao Zhenxun. “I met Gu Xun by accident three years ago when he was living in Haicheng.”

Shen Jia was obviously relieved. “It’s good that he didn’t bully you.”

Zhao Zhenxun then said, “Yuan Yuan told me that, after we went to the venue, Gu Xun visited the hotel room we booked.”

Yuan Yuan, who was mentioned, nodded her head in a hurry and added, “I thought at that time that Gu Xun was looking for Jia Jia and wondered when Jia Jia had met Gu Xun, so . . . ” she said and looked towards Qi Cong with gossip-filled eyes but without any malice.

Qi Cong froze.

Zhao Zhenxun continued, ‘‘I just went to inquire about it and determined one thing. It was because of Gu Xun that Jia Jia was invited to the exchange meeting. He asked a famous director for a place for Jia Jia. Qi Cong, is Gu Xun just a casual acquaintance?”

Qi Cong thought back to the conversation with Gu Xun just now and to the scene of Gu Xun helping him speak in the conference hall today. His confused thoughts gradually settled. Like he was compromising or persuading himself, he replied, “He was not just an acquaintance. Three years ago, I was friends with him . . . Good relationship, friends. But that was three years ago . . . It is all over.”

 

 . . .

 

Shen Jia and the producers of Legend of Youth talked for a long time after meeting, and it was not until nine o’clock in the evening that the two sides finally reached a new agreement regarding the contract and the shooting date and went home separately. 

On the way back to Shangjun District, Shen Jia mentioned what happened at the exchange meeting to Zhao Zhenxun. 

Qi Cong, who was helping Shen Jia sort out the contract and the new script, looked at Shen Jia and Zhao Zhenxun when he heard their conversation. 

Zhao Zhenxun frowned after hearing Shen Jia’s words. “Wu Henggang and Dong Ying have signed a contract to shoot the second movie of Chivalrous. Dong Ying will certainly find a way to protect Wu Heng and Chivalrous. If any reporter asks you this question later, you just don’t know anything about it and don’t stand out.”

Shen Jia understood. “Brother Zhao means that this matter will be suppressed? But this is Gu . . .” When Shen Jia spoke of this, he stopped and looked sideways at Qi Cong. 

Qi Cong put away the arranged contract and script and finished Shen Jia’s unfinished words, “But it was brought up by Gu Xun today. With his influence, can this matter really be suppressed?” 

“Yes.” Zhao Zhenxun was obviously unwilling to get involved in this issue. “Someone will go to Gu Xun to talk about it. Alright. Cheer up! Let’s get back to work and check tomorrow’s itinerary.”

The tired and paralyzed people gave a cry of grief and screamed in pain.

Qi Cong was silent. He touched the mobile phone in his pocket and quickly moved his hand away.

After washing up and lying on the bed in the evening, Qi Cong took out his mobile phone and opened a browser to search for Jiangwan.com. Many search results popped up; the top two were websites and further down it was full of news.

Qi Cong scanned them and found that the media acted very quickly. They had already reported what had occurred during the press conference. Probably, in order to attract traffic, the headlines of these news all bore Gu Xun’s name.

Gu Xun. He could not help but input “Gu Xun” into the search engine again and tapp “search” . The encyclopedia page reappeared. He tapped it and looked at it again.

Superior family background, outstanding academic qualifications, outstanding appearance, excellent ability . . . He exited the page and thought of his current self.

His family was bankrupt, his studies had been abandoned, his appearance was haggard, and he hadn’t accomplished anything . . . God seemed to have played a joke on them and turned their situation around. He raised his arm to cover his eyes and pinched his palm with his fingertips. It was already good to be scammed.


Edited by: Faro

Proofreader: Taalia

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