The tall man, under the gaze of the crowd, sat beside Gu Xi with a cold body of wind and snow, and his eyebrows and eyes were heavy.

Gu Xi subconsciously straightened his back, feeling that his entire spine was stiff, and he had to control himself not to turn his head, making a sad and silent expression.

The tip of the nose is a faint fragrance on the man's body, like pine and bamboo, and like the plum fragrance that suddenly wafts in the wind in the vast snow.

Gu Xi's gaze moved down slightly, looked at the man's trouser leg, and gently touched her black skirt, and the other party didn't notice it.

Because, the man is bowing his head at the moment, with his palms lightly pressed against his eyebrows, and he is mourning very seriously.

The coldness on Xie Yi's body seemed to have softened a lot at this moment, but Gu Xi couldn't help frowning, and the deliberate sadness on her face actually had some real sadness.

People in the circle came bustlingly, dressed up full of scheming, saying afterthought praises, and sharing touching stories that even Gu Xi himself didn't know.

But these people's true respect and condolences for the deceased are not as good as the man next to her, who once scolded her mercilessly in person.

She learned Xie Yi's action, lowered her head, restrained the sadness on her face, and silently recited in her heart calmly and seriously:

"To the former Gu Xi, God always loves you, let you return to this world, and live happily again."

"To the really dead little Gu Xi, I will live well for you, in this life, never leave any regrets!"

The same posture makes the strange men and women sitting together have a strange and harmonious aura.

The girl artists subconsciously stared: Huh? Where did you come from, so lucky to sit with Emperor Xie Yingdi!

"Who's that pretty little girl? Why haven't I seen it, I met Gu Xi outside the circle? ”

A crisp and pleasant voice sounded, and it was not deliberately suppressed.

This question spread in the crowd slightly, and soon another female voice answered obediently:

"Sister Song, that's a newcomer to our company, and I don't have much intersection with Sister Gu Xi, and I don't know why I came here this time."

Gu Xi raised his head slightly, and glanced at the young girl who replied, oh, Du Yueqi, the original body is permanently offline, the first female of a pheasant crew, and she is also the artist that Tianyao was supporting last year.

As for the woman who asked, Gu Xi's eyes paused: Oh my God, why is there this little white lotus everywhere?

Before Gu Xi was hacked, this was the beauty spectrum of Bai Yueguang cinnabar mole who was tied up all the year round, and what kind of white moonlight cinnabar mole was marketed, oh, she was the self-proclaimed Bai Yueguang of the first love of the people, Song Yixue.

is about the same popularity as Li Ruoxi, although she is 5 years younger than her, but her hype skills are not much better than those in front of her.

"The cinnabar mole is dead, but Bai Yueguang is always there", this is the title that Gu Xi saw on Weibo yesterday, with her tag, and the whole article is in Amway Song Yixue.

took a few screenshots of the bewitching images in her movies that need to be mosaic, and then the others are all the latest photos of a certain white moonlight, innocent and pure, 'not pretentious'.

The human blood steamed bun was still eating so happily, Gu Xi sighed twice in his heart: Aren't you afraid that my coffin board can't be suppressed, and I'll look for you in the middle of the night?

As soon as Gu Xi finished thinking about it, Song Yixue had a cold shiver at the right time, in the late autumn weather, she was wearing a white gauze skirt of chiffon with a thin black shawl, and she couldn't resist the cold.

For the sake of Gu Xi's body in the auditorium, there was no heating.

Song Yixue asked that, the original intention was just to attract a little more attention, and not to blind herself to the dress that had been frozen for a long time.

Among the artists in the circle who came to participate in Gu Xi, there were no other first-line celebrities except Xie Yi, and a second-tier mainstay like Song Yixue was quite watchable at this funeral.

The discussion between the two people also made more people's eyes shine on the young girl next to Xie Yi, and this look was subconsciously amazing.

Gu Xi was used to being watched in front of him, and now he was reborn in the body of an eighteen-line small shrimp, such a gaze is really nostalgic.

If this wasn't Gu Xi's own funeral, she would want to return to everyone, which would be enough to turn the smile of all beings upside down.

The only pity is that everyone's attention to her was only for a moment, and it automatically returned to the man next to her.

Gu Xi also turned his head and looked at Xie Yi, his voice was so soft as if he was afraid of scaring someone: "Can you sell me a flower in your hand?" ”