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The first time Qi Ye met Pei Qinyin was in the early spring of March.

After a winter, he grew a few inches taller, like a tall and straight young poplar, put on the clothes newly made by his mother, and wandered on the stone street.

The boy behind him had a bitter expression on his face: "Young master, it's time for class. If you don't go to school anymore, sir, it's time to play hands."

"What's so good about those Zhihu Zheye's arguments? My father and his son have already agreed to send me to study abroad."

The boy turned his head and showed a bright and almost arrogant smile: "I can finally go to the outside world to see."

The book boy followed happily, "Really?!"

But he knew that this young master was a master who did whatever he wanted since he was a child, and even the eldest young master couldn't control him, so he didn't know how many boards he had to suffer because of this, but he didn't expect the commander to agree this time!

"Xiaocao! Don't let me down!"

In the large courtyard next to it, a man's voice came, loud and full of air, startling the swallows that were nesting under the eaves, and flew away.

Responding to the man's voice was crisp, with a bit of childishness:

"Master—your method of practicing steps is too slow, let me try!"

"Okay! Do you still dare to question the master now? See you come down and I won't clean you up!"

What responded to him was a series of clear and pleasant laughter.

Qi Ye stopped and looked up.

Among the tile eaves, stood a small girl, wearing a costume a few sizes bigger than her, without the jumping feet of the men in the courtyard, standing on the roof and singing like no one else.

The servant was surprised: "Oh, don't say it, this little girl looks so young, she sings really well."

Seeing Qi Ye concentrating on looking up, he smiled again, "However, in terms of courage, I'm just like you, young master."

Even the attitude of disobeying the teacher is exactly the same.

"same as me?"

Qi Ye came back to his senses, touched his chin, and couldn't help grinning again, "It seems so."

"Let's go." Qi Ye withdrew his gaze, turned his head and walked forward.

Behind him, the girl's singing still came, sprinkled on every step he took on the stone road.

Qi Ye took a deep breath of the greenness in the air, thinking that the name Xiaocao was really suitable.

Like the dawn, like morning dew, like this early spring, just by looking at it, one can feel a surge of vitality.

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Qi Ye didn't expect that when he saw this girl again, she had already become a well-known character in the capital.

"This Pei Qinyin can be said to be a rookie in the troupe. Fans hold her in high esteem, and it's hard to get a ticket."

"Qi Er, you must come and listen, you won't regret it!"

Such flattery around him is endless, and Qi Ye often laughs it off.

Since returning to China, the sons and brothers who used to play together took turns to invite him to listen to the play, saying that it was to wash him away.

In the end, Qi Ye couldn't hold back them. He wanted to deal with the matter, but unexpectedly entered the box. When the gongs and drums sounded and people stepped onto the stage, he actually saw it.

It's just that the people on the stage always give him a vague sense of familiarity.

Qi Ye didn't care about it at first, but after a performance, he got a few words of applause, and then forgot about it after a night of sleep, but when the show ended, the group of young masters called the singing girl upstairs and said It is to appreciate her play.

It was at this moment that Qi Ye saw Pei Qinyin up close.

She stepped up the steps, with her waist-length hair hanging down, her face was still full of drama makeup, and the pink powder was swept at the end of her eyes, which made those eyes more vivid.

Qi Ye knew a little bit in his heart, she should have just taken off the hairpin, when she heard the summons, she rushed here before she could wash off the powder and ink.

That's right, the people sitting here are all the children of commercial firms and principals, and she can't afford to offend any of them.

It was a scene he was used to, but for some reason, Qi Ye felt a little uncomfortable.

However, Pei Qinyin's expression was always natural. Although her words were respectful, her attitude was neither humble nor overbearing. She thanked the masters for their appreciation.

Ding Ding Dong, several consecutive fingers and silver dollars were smashed into the plate.

When it was Qi Ye's turn, he froze for a moment, touched the pocket watch on his body that only touched his chest, took it off and handed it over.

Seeing this, one person laughed out loud: "Haha, as expected of Er Shao Qi, we can't compare to the mastery of this show."

Someone else took the opportunity to inquire about the news: "This is a high-end product from the West, right? I heard that your family is about to open a foreign company? Your boy took the lead!"

Qi Ye casually smiled, "My elder brother wants to inherit the soldiers from my father, so I'll take a break and take care of these chores."

He said it modestly, but everyone knew that Qi Ye might have to take care of the Qi family's future property.Commander Qi sent him abroad several years ago, wasn't that the plan?

If the Qi family is different from them, they have soldiers in their hands!

Some people also lamented that although the wife of the Qi family passed away a few years ago, the two sons left behind, one from martial arts and the other from literature, are really personal dragons and phoenixes.

After saying this, someone became attached to Pei Qinyin, and said to Pei Qinyin: "This is the second son of Commander Qi's family, why don't you thank the second master?"

After hearing the words, Pei Qinyin saluted, "Thank you, Second Lord."

Qi Ye frowned slightly, and that uncomfortable feeling rose again.

He always does whatever he thinks, and directly raised his hand to support Pei Qinyin's arm, stopping her bent knee.

"What the second master is not the second master, call me Qi Ye."

Then Qi Ye saw that Pei Qinyin seemed to be stunned, her eyes widened slightly, and she looked at him seriously for the first time.

This dull and somewhat stubborn look was completely different from the long-sleeved and good at dancing just now, but somehow coincided with a shadow in his heart.

Before he could think clearly, Pei Qinyin had already returned to normal with a sweet smile, and her voice was mellow and revealing the romance in the play:

"There are a lot of people who come to listen to the opera every day, but you are the first person to be called by my first name."

The person next to him said with a smile, "We Qi Ershao came back from overseas, but we are different from us."

Pei Qinyin hooked her lips, thanked everyone again, and when she was about to leave, Qi Ye's mind suddenly brightened, and finally remembered:

"Grass?"

Pei Qinyin stopped turning her head and cast a puzzled look, as if asking, how did he know her nickname?

Seeing her like this, Qi Ye lowered his head and chuckled softly.

It was her.

So the next day, Qi Ye went to Pei Qinyin's play again.

He ignored the host's invitation to welcome him upstairs, and sat in the first row of the lobby to watch the whole scene.After the show, he didn't learn the habit of calling people over. Instead, he came backstage by himself, and unexpectedly saw Pei Qinyin taking off her makeup.

"So you look like this."

Hearing his words, Pei Qinyin glanced over with a half-smile, and closed the cage casually.

"Qi Ye? Do you mean disappointment or surprise?"

Qi Ye was a little happy, and told her not to be called Second Master, she would not let you take advantage of her any more.

So he smiled: "It doesn't matter, you are all you."

The last sentence was too soft, Pei Qinyin didn't hear it, and thought that Qi Ye was referring to the first meeting yesterday, and she didn't take off her makeup.

But only Qi Ye knew in his heart that he was talking about the little girl standing on the high eaves in the early spring five years ago, her face covered by the sun.

In the following year, Qi Ye became a frequent visitor to Liyuan.

The soldiers in the family will be handed over to the eldest brother in the future, he only needs to manage a few businesses in the family, which is easy for Qi Ye, so life is more chic and happy.

However, in such a turbulent capital city, any change would come without warning, but it could overwhelm a person instantly.

Qi Ye will never forget that nightmarish afternoon.

It was the dog days, the sun was so hot that it was dazzling, and the blood flowing all over the ground seemed to be on fire.

The umbrella-like old man was brought up as an heir, and his elder brother, whom he had always regarded as a role model and respected, lay on the ground with protruding eyes, and met his eyes straightly with Qi Ye who staggered into the door.

At that moment, Qi Ye heard the sound of his soul being torn apart.

Even though it was midsummer, a gust of chill rushed straight up and made his heart stiff.In the blurred red in his vision, he saw the people leading the soldiers in the courtyard.

"Uncle Zhao."

"Xiaoye is back." Zhao Jingyu slowly wiped a revolver in his hand, "In this case, let's talk about your last wish, so that uncle can send you and your family to meet again."

It is already obvious who did all of this.

Qi Ye acted as if he had never heard of it, his whole body was like a clay sculpture and wood carving, looking at his father and brother on the ground as if he was masochistic.

The Zhao family has more soldiers than the Qi family, and his father has always been led by Zhao Jingyu on the surface, but he can't allow others to sleep soundly on the side of the couch, and the two have been secretly competing in private.

But no one expected that Zhao Jingyu would directly launch an attack regardless of the morality on the surface.

The bloody smell of his relatives still lingered on the tip of his nose, and the bursting and throbbing blood hurt his whole body, but Qi Ye's head was terribly awake.

My only turning point came within a few seconds when Zhao Jingyu raised his hand.

Can't stop here.

Probably he is gifted, and the emotion of overwhelmed pain exceeded the critical point, but he calmed down strangely, as if he had become a bystander.

When Qi Ye raised his head again, all the light in his eyes had dissipated.

There was only a lonely darkness in his eyes, and nothing could be illuminated.

"Didn't think about it? Since this is the case—" Zhao Jingyu casually aimed his gun at the person at the door.

Qi Ye didn't dodge at all, but walked forward abruptly.

Startled by him, Zhao Jingyu's personal guards all raised their guns to be on guard, but they saw Qi Ye approaching in a few steps and knelt down on the ground without any burden.

"Uncle Zhao, if you can keep Qi Ye kid alive, I will be willing to use my nephew for you in the future."

The surroundings fell into a deathly silence, and as the minutes passed, the air was so stagnant that it was difficult to breathe.

After a long time, Zhao Jingyu's cold voice came from above his head: "You really think so?"

"of course."

Qi Ye seemed unaware of the situation where his life was hanging by a thread. He looked up at Zhao Jingyu, exposed all his expressions to the other party's eyes, and spoke calmly:

"If it weren't for this, the soldiers of the Qi family would never have reached my hands."

"Hahahahaha! Good!"

I don't know whether it was Qi Ye's indifference in the face of his relatives, or Zhao Jingyu's obedience at his feet, he laughed several times, and then nodded to the people around him:

"Write down his words, let people see what a good boy the Qi family has raised!"

Zhao Jingyu finally saved Qi Ye's life.

Later, someone asked Zhao Jingyu, wouldn't he be worried about raising tigers if he kept this alive?

Zhao Jingyu squinted his eyes, suppressing the insidiousness and scheming in his eyes, "The leader is dead, but the soldiers of the Qi family are still there. Those soldiers and bandits are the most reckless, and someone who is not surnamed Qi can order them?"

His expression was half a smile, "It's a pity that Qi Ye betrayed his father and brother, and his situation may be precarious. If you don't rely on me, how can you control these thousands of people?"

The visitor was startled, and quickly said, "Good advice, Commander!"

This trick is really vicious. It not only took the life of the opponent, but also ransacked other people's homes.

Hearing Zhao Jingyu snort again, "As for him, Qi Ye? I lost to me, so why are you still afraid of a kid?"

Feeling the coldness between the lines, the person who asked the question trembled in his heart, and hurriedly lowered his head and dared not speak any more.

Regarding Zhao Jingyu's thoughts, Qi Ye could guess in his heart.

He didn't naively think that this person would be offended by those two sentences.The reason why he changed his mind was that he was still obedient, so he raised him as a puppet first.

It was so easy to eradicate the opponent. With Zhao Jingyu's greed, he would not give up the fat of military power easily.

But when things got to this point, he had no choice.

Therefore, as the only heir of the Qi family's direct line, Qi Ye naturally became a pawn in Zhao Jingyu's hands and a running dog by his side.

People in the branch of the family scolded him as a wolf-hearted dog who turned himself into a thief as his father. For a while, he lived like a dog in the water who was beaten by everyone.

Until the third uncle, who was the elder of the clan, stood up and suppressed all the denunciations.

But Qi Ye knew that the third uncle didn't do this for him, but for Zhao Jingyu behind him, the emperor of the capital.

In troubled times, not everyone pays attention to benevolence, righteousness, etiquette, and the third uncle stood up to support him, which is not only in line with orthodoxy, but also secretly shows his favor to Zhao Jingyu.

Qi Ye laughed at himself, there are many "smart people" in their Qi family.And now, he actually wants to use the power of these fools to suppress the clansmen who really respect his father.

Life under Zhao Jingyu's hands was not easy.

Different from his father's boldness, Zhao Jingyu's whole body is like a entrenched poisonous snake, his behavior is unpredictable, making people afraid, as if he will turn his face and stab into the heart of the heart at any time.

Every time he faced that sinister gaze, Qi Ye's movements became more cautious.

He knew that in Zhao Jingyu's eyes, he was just a dog that could be chopped up at any time.

To defeat this person, one must be darker, darker, and more poisonous than him.

So in the first year, Qi Ye could still hear endless scolding voices in his ears. Gradually, as he saw blood more and more times, others began to look at him with fear, and those voices disappeared.

The people in the capital suddenly realized that the second son, who usually looks inconspicuous, had shed that layer of playboy skin, but he was not a simple character.

He has changed from a homeless dog to a lone wolf that people can't avoid.

Qi Ye never talked to Pei Qinyin again.

The only thing he does is occasionally sit under the stage and listen to a play with his head propped up.

One person sings intently while the other listens silently.

Friends who used to make trouble stay away from him, and respected elders scold him in their hearts. Only when he is off the stage, Qi Ye will have a brief illusion, as if he has returned to the year when he first returned to China.

Occasionally, Pei Qinyin glanced down and looked at him the same way as before, as if she didn't care whether he was wearing a suit or a gun.

She is like a wind detached from this treacherous situation, intoxicated in her own independent world.

Qi Ye raised the corners of his lips slightly and closed his eyes.

Only at such times can he rarely get a good night's sleep.

It's a pity that God failed to fulfill his wish, and he finally lost even this last bit of comfort.