{"id":2880,"date":"2021-03-20T09:24:24","date_gmt":"2021-03-20T08:24:24","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ontimestory.eu\/?p=2880"},"modified":"2022-07-28T11:09:51","modified_gmt":"2022-07-28T09:09:51","slug":"spare-tire-is-gone-chapter-30-2-its-not-okay-to-walk-without-looking-at-the-road","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ontimestory.eu\/index.php\/2021\/03\/20\/spare-tire-is-gone-chapter-30-2-its-not-okay-to-walk-without-looking-at-the-road\/","title":{"rendered":"Spare Tire is Gone &#8211; Chapter 30.2 &#8211; It&#8217;s Not Okay To Walk Without Looking At The Road (R)"},"content":{"rendered":"\r\n<p>Chapter sponsored on <strong>Ko-fi<\/strong> by <strong>MlleAdler<\/strong>, <strong>Danmeimei<\/strong> and<strong> Jongkeyromantic<\/strong><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Perhaps it was an illusion, but when Gu Xun&#8217;s face first appeared, his expression seemed a bit fierce and his eyes were aggressive. But when you looked carefully, his face was still familiar and gentle, and there was a little helplessness on it.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cQi Cong\u201d Gu Xun leaned closer to the screen, but his helplessness became more obvious, &#8220;are you sure you want me to look at the floor when I talk to you?&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Floor?<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong looked at the wood colored floor under his feet, and then realized that what he saw in the camera was the image taken by the phone\u2019s rear camera. His stiff body relaxed but soon became stiff again. He moved his finger to change the camera.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The camera switched and his face appeared on the small screen in the upper right corner.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Stiff and stupid.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong looked at it for a second and then looked away, forcing himself to fix his eyes on Gu Xun&#8217;s face and ask, &#8220;Have you just finished?&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Gu Xun looked at him and said nothing, his eyes only deepened.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong felt a little uncomfortable and asked, &#8220;Where are you going now? Are you going back to the hotel to have a rest?&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Gu Xun suddenly leaned back, away from his mobile phone, and as soon as the screen darkened, something blocked half of the camera. Gu Xun&#8217;s voice came a little lower than just now. &#8220;Wait a minute, my assistant called me, and I need to have a word with him.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Then the camera on Gu Xun&#8217;s side was completely covered and his voice disappeared.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong was a little confused, but the stiffness and tension eased a bit when Gu Xun did this. Qi Cong&#8217;s eyes swept to the two poems he had written out laying on the living room table, and walked over, waiting for Gu Xun to finish talking with his assistant.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u2026\u2026<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">On the other side of the call, Gu Xun clicked on the video and leaned back against the car\u2019s backseat, holding the phone in one hand and holding his chin in another. He squinted at the screen, at first a little confused, then turned his head to see where Qi Cong was and where he started to walk. His eyes swept over him inch by inch, along the forehead exposed after Qi Cong hair was trimmed and through the handsome and soft facial features, then stopped on the light-colored and soft lips for a long time. Then he looked at Qi Cong\u2019s ear outline and round earlobe, swept to the chin, then down the chin all the way down the neck, over the collarbone, down the shirt collar, and finally turned around to fix on the slightly raised Adam&#8217;s apple. Gu Xun put his fingers up on his chin and gently rubbed his lips as he leaned over to his assistant. &#8220;My baby&#8230; is so beautiful. &#8221; His voice was low, hoarse and very sexy. It even sounded as if he\u2026were showing off.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">His assistant, Kevin, couldn&#8217;t stand it and leaned against the door. &#8220;Brother Gu, I often wonder why you haven&#8217;t been caught by the police.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhat do you know?&#8221; Gu Xun rejected his sentence, sat up straight and looked at Qi Cong, who was looking down at something on the screen. He reached out and touched Qi Cong\u2019s eyelashes. &#8220;He is good looking. I am telling you the truth. Is there a problem with that?&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u2026\u2026<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;Qi Cong.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong was called back by Gu Xun&#8217;s voice and he looked at Gu Xun&#8217;s face that had reappeared on the screen.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Gu Xun said with a smile, &#8220;I&#8217;ve just finished my work and am on my way to the airport. I&#8217;m going to go back to the crew and finish filming the rest of the outdoor scenes. It will take about five or six days and I&#8217;ll be even busier.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">If you are going to be busier, then why are you smiling so happily?<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong thought that Gu Xun was a little silly, but still very lovely. He asked, &#8220;You are driving to the airport at this time? What time is your flight? &#8220;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;At 11:30pm. I will arrive at Yangcheng at three o&#8217;clock in the morning. The filming location is over there.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">If he arrives at three o&#8217;clock, it will be five or six o&#8217;clock when he arrives at the hotel. Qi Cong frowned and asked, &#8220;Will you start filming as soon as you arrive?&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;No, it will start in the afternoon.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Then he won&#8217;t be able to take a rest.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It&#8217;s hard.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;Qi Cong.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong trembled when he heard this low and gentle call. Looking at Gu Xun, who was close to the camera, his throat moved as he replied, &#8220;What&#8217;s the matter?&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;Thank you for caring about me. I&#8217;m very happy.&#8221; Gu Xun smiled gently. &#8220;What about you? What are your plans for the next week? What kind of class did you say you were in? &#8220;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">This version of Gu Xun was really just like the man he knew before. Qi Cong had a feeling that maybe Gu Xun looked a bit fierce sometimes, and his behavior wasn\u2019t as restrained as he used to be, but he must still be the gentle and kind Gu Xun that he knew in his heart.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It was the same Gu Xun that he was familiar with.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">His voice slowed down a lot unconsciously, as he\u00a0 briefly talked about signing a contract and taking vocal music lessons.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The smile on Gu Xun&#8217;s face froze and he briefly stagnated as he asked, \u201cYou\u2019ve signed the contract?&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;Mm-hmm.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHow long did you sign with the company?&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;Five years.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The camera on Gu Xun&#8217;s side suddenly shook down and tilted to the car window. A second later, the camera was adjusted and Gu Xun&#8217;s face appeared on the screen again. He still had a gentle and casual expression. He asked, &#8220;A contract is considered to be on the right track, do you have plans for your career?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;Not yet. Brother Zhao said he was still discussing this with President Shen.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Gu Xun seemed to grit his teeth, but soon he smiled again and said, &#8220;This kind of thing really needs to be discussed. How about you? Is there any direction you want to develop in? As a singer? An actor? Or all-round development? &#8220;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;Anything is fine. I can try them all.&#8221; Qi Cong didn&#8217;t really want to talk to Gu Xun about this. He always felt as if he was showing his tacky side to Gu Xun. He pointed the camera at the poems and shifted the topic. &#8220;By the way, I&#8217;ve written the poems. See if there&#8217;s anything you want to change.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">After a few seconds of silence, Gu Xun&#8217;s voice came out very gently. &#8220;They are fine.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong relaxed a little and said, \u201cThen give me an address. I&#8217;ll send them to you when I frame them.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;There&#8217;s no hurry. I&#8217;ll get it from you myself.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Suddenly there was a sound of the front door opening to the house and Shen Jia\u2019s voice rang out. &#8220;Brother Cong, have you slept yet? I brought you midnight snacks! &#8220;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong froze, as if he had been caught doing something bad. He first looked at toward the front door, then adjusted the camera to see Gu Xun and quickly said, &#8220;Jia Jia is back. I&#8217;m hanging up. You\u2026you remember to sleep on the plane for a while.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Gu Xun also heard Shen Jia&#8217;s voice and replied, &#8220;Shen Jia is back so early. I&#8217;ll get some sleep on the plane. Good night.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;Good night.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong eyes swept over Gu Xun&#8217;s face and paused for two seconds before he reached out to hang up. Then he put away his cell phone and greeted Shen Jia, who had already entered the living room.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The other side.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Immediately after the call ended, the mildness of Gu Xun dissipated. His expression sank as he threw away his phone and leaned into the back of his chair holding his chest, his fierceness overflowing .<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Assistant Kevin picked up his phone and advised, &#8220;Brother Gu, I don&#8217;t think you need to be like this.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Gu Xun frowned at Kevin. &#8220;The person I like lives in another single man\u2019s house, and you think I don&#8217;t have to be like this?&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;I mean, you don&#8217;t have to keep disguising yourself in front of Mr. Qi.\u201d Kevin was worried. &#8220;Brother Gu, you can\u2019t go on pretending like this. I&#8217;m afraid that the result will be the same as three years ago -&#8220;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;No way.&#8221; Gu Xun interrupted Kevin&#8217;s words and looked sideways at his face reflected on the window. A few seconds later, he looked away and shook his head. &#8220;No \u2026. Don&#8217;t be a coward. &#8220;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u2026\u2026<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Gu Xun was really busy in the next few days, which showed that although he would still send Qi Cong a bunch of WeChat messages everyday, the time he sent them was concentrated on the early morning, lunch and late night and he would no longer reply in seconds.\u00a0 Often, if Qi Cong replied to his WeWhat in the afternoon, he wouldn&#8217;t respond until midnight.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It was clear that the two of them only lived a few hundred kilometers apart, but it looked like they lived in different time zones.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong&#8217;s side was also getting busy. Because Zhao Zhenxun was not sure how to plan his career, he continued to work as an assistant for Shen Jia.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shen Jia wanted to finish some work before entering the drama crew, and the workload of the whole team was also very heavy. Qi Cong, as Shen Jia&#8217;s personal assistant, must follow Shen Jia everywhere and every moment, and the work was tiring and trivial. In addition, he has to take the time to practice what he has learned in vocal music lessons, sign a contract with Jiangwang and update \u201cChivalrous Bones.\u201d It felt like one person wanted to split into three people.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Under this intensity of work, Qi Cong no longer had the energy to manage the public&#8217;s evaluation of his novel \u201cChivalrous Bones\u201d every day. After finishing a chapter manuscript he directly scheduled it and went back to sleep. Not to mention reading the comments, he couldn&#8217;t even squeeze out the energy to open the comment section.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A week later, Shen Jia finally completed all the finishing touches and was ready to join the crew.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">In order to spare time to help Shen Jia pack up things for the cast, Qi Cong stayed up late the day before and wrote two chapters and scheduled them in advance.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Coincidentally, the update of these two chapters would end the first plot arc of &#8220;Chivalrous Bones&#8221;. From now on, the fate of many supporting characters and some subplots of the story will gradually be distinguished from Wu Heng&#8217;s &#8220;Chivalrous Bones&#8221;.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Before leaving for the airport, Qi Cong specially opened WeChat to see if Gu Xun sent him any news back.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Unfortunately not. The &#8220;when are you coming to pick up the poems?&#8221; he sent yesterday afternoon wasn\u2019t responded to by Gu Xun until this morning.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It was a little strange that Gu Xun seldom sent him a message this week.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Did you stay up late to catch up?<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong frowned, locked the phone screen and looked at the two framed poems on the cabinet, hesitated for a moment, and put them into his small luggage .<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A few hours later, the plane landed in Hengcheng.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A group of people walked out of the airport towards the car that the crew sent to pick them up.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong, holding a suitcase, walked behind the crowd at the end of the line and took out his mobile phone to turn it on. As soon as the signal was restored, he clicked on WeChat.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;Are you waiting for some news? You can&#8217;t walk without looking at the road.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The familiar low voice came from behind him, surrounded by a familiar smell mixed with a little sweetness.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong was stunned, then suddenly stopped and looked back.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">His shoulder crashed into a broad chest and a cone was brought to his mouth. Qi Cong raised his eyes, and met Gu Xun\u2019s smiling eyes that were blocked by the brim of his hat.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cLast time I told you I&#8217;m going to treat you to better ice cream.\u201d Gu Xun bent slightly and his body was so close to Qi Cong, they almost touched. Then he took Qi Cong\u2019s luggage with one hand. He placed the ice cream against Qi Cong&#8217;s mouth with the other hand, and almost hugged Qi Cong in his arms. The corners of his mouth hooked up and his voice was light and low. &#8220;The next interior shots that need to be filmed for \u201cDynasty&#8221; also happen to be shot in Hengcheng City. It&#8217;s said our location is separated from the filming area of &#8220;Legends of Youth&#8221; by a few hundred meters. We are practically next door to each other. It will be very convenient. &#8220;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p>Edited by: Antiope1<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p>Support translation:<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.patreon.com\/bePatron?u=25191841\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"217\" height=\"51\" class=\"wp-image-338 lazyload\" data-src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/ontimestory.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/10\/become_a_patron_button.png?resize=217%2C51\" alt=\"\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 217px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 217\/51;\" \/><\/a><\/figure>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image is-resized\"><a href=\"https:\/\/ko-fi.com\/lajnaa\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" data-src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/ontimestory.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/09\/kofi3-3.png?resize=185%2C47\" alt=\"This image has an empty alt attribute; its file name is kofi3-3.png\" width=\"185\" height=\"47\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" class=\"lazyload\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 185px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 185\/47;\" \/><\/a><\/figure>\r\n\r\n<p><!--EndFragment--><\/p>\r\n<p><!--EndFragment--><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Chapter sponsored on Ko-fi by MlleAdler, Danmeimei and Jongkeyromantic &nbsp; Perhaps it was an illusion, but when Gu Xun&#8217;s face first appeared, his expression seemed a bit fierce and his eyes were aggressive. 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