The Emperor of Meiqiang and the Shadow has grown a pair of bunny ears

Qi Jiu and Duan Xiaoyu met in late autumn last year.

It was also this kind of hazy weather that day, the rain would not fall, and the wind was chilling.

Duan Xiaoyu had just left his job and was squatting and crying next to the trash bin behind the company building. Qi Jiu went over and gave him a piece of warm porridge, an umbrella, and a genuine Bumblebee toy.

He told Duan Xiaoyu that the porridge should be eaten while it is hot, and it might rain later.

He also said that the toy is for his younger brother to play with.

Duan Xiaoyu fed the porridge to the wild cats, gave the toy to his younger brother, and wanted to throw away the umbrella, but it happened to be raining, so he had to take it home.

So the umbrella has been left on the bedside table in the room at home.

The bright yellow umbrella, like Qi Jiu, is dazzling and vivid, so bright that it is unbelievable.

Later, after hearing that Qi Jiu doesn't like rain, Duan Xiaoyu often feels regretful.

This kind of regret went deep into the marrow of his bones, making him unable to eat well and sleep well all day long, depressed and sad from the bottom of his heart.

He could only lie on the bed, open and close the umbrella and open it again, holding it up to the ceiling, like a neurotic, falling into a melancholy mood.

He regretted why he was so unlucky that his name happened to have the word rain in it which he didn't like.

He regretted why he was so unlucky.

It's a pity that I didn't meet him earlier, and it's a beta that I am a beta.

Qi Jiu had actually met Duan Xiaoyu before.

Yang Xiao's workplace is in the most remote corner of the company. Looking out of the window, all she can see is the stinky garbage dump and the assistant who eats boxed lunch next to the garbage dump every noon.

Yang Xiao said that the assistant was Duan Xiaoyu, who followed the most eccentric pillar in the company, and was scolded by his manager and beaten by his artist every day.

He said that the assistant had a younger brother who was suffering from cancer, so no matter how hard it was, he gritted his teeth and persevered.

Knowing that Qi Jiu is soft-hearted, Yang Xiao specifically told him to keep his hands off other people's affairs, and because there are too many people, don't come back in trouble.

So Qi Jiu closed his eyes as usual.

He is a complex of contradictions, with a heart of compassion and no ability to save the world.

He will be distressed, feel uncomfortable, and subconsciously want to avoid all the pain, and when he doesn't know what to do, so like Qi Yan taught him——

Get away and close your eyes.

Qi Jiu strictly followed this instruction until he was eight years old.

His father was an executive in the city next door, and he paid a high salary to be the grandson of several board members. He suppressed his anger and came back every now and then to vent on his wife and children.

Qi Yan didn't even know the existence of the Omega Protection Association at that time, so she just calculated the time for his return, stuffed Qi Jiu to the farthest neighbor's house in the town, then held Qi Jiu's with both hands, and asked him with a smile:

Qi Jiu, what did mother tell you.

Qi Jiu would also learn from her, and answered word by word with a cheerful smile:

"Stay away and close your eyes!"

...Qi Jiu strictly followed this instruction.

On the day of her eighth birthday, when her father came home early, Qi Yan heard the sound of the car braking from a distance, and hurriedly locked Qi Jiu into the closet.

This was not a wise choice, Qi Yan only realized it later.

But she ran out of time, her husband strode over, found her in a panic in the bedroom, stepped forward and slapped her.

Pat, thump.

Qi Jiu listened to the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground in a daze, holding a triangular birthday hat in his hand, not knowing what it meant.

The closet was blocked by something, and he pushed open a crack, only to see his mother lying on the ground, and his father kicking her.

What is this doing?

Qi Jiu couldn't understand, he had never seen such a scene before, his eyes widened, his lips were trembling, his heart was filled with panic, and tears flowed down uncontrollably.

He couldn't make a sound, he even choked up and had to swallow into his stomach.

Tears filled his face and fell into his mouth. He just ate the cake, and his stomach was sweet, but the root of his tongue was numb with bitterness.

It was his eighth birthday, and he was laughing and taking pictures with his mother 5 minutes ago.

But now he saw that Qi Yan didn't even struggle, saw the man finished kicking her, and began to take off her clothes, saw Qi Yan's feet being grabbed, her body was in an upside-down shape, her waist-length hair fell from the floor to the bed .

Black, dense, like a waterfall going up against the current.

...What is, what are you doing.

Qi Jiu couldn't understand.

So Qi Jiu's world began to change from the year he was eight years old.

He suddenly became anxious, like a small animal, banging on the wardrobe door.

It had no effect at all, and the sound he made was not even as loud as Qi Yan's head hitting the bed.

He saw that Qi Yan was crying, and every time she made a sound, she would be slapped, so she didn't dare to make a sound, and only stretched out her hand, facing the direction of the wardrobe from a distance.

It seems to be asking for help, it seems to be blocking something.

Qi Jiu couldn't see clearly, his vision was clouded by tears, and through the narrow gap, he could barely see Qi Yan's mouth opening and closing, repeating something.

she says:

Qi Jiu, stay away.

Qi Jiu couldn't hide far away, he had already shrunk to the corner of the closet.

He hid here, seeing what his mother had suffered in the past eight years, seeing her exquisite makeup being wiped with tears, seeing her twisted and struggling like a dying fish, weakly resisting, and desperately told him——

Close your eyes.

So Qi Jiu closed his eyes.

He closed his eyes, heard the painful gasp, heard the moan of the bed board.

It was like writing an imprint on the soul in Sanskrit, Qi Jiu will always remember this day.

Qi Jiu will always, always remember this day.

He remembered that the cake that day was very sweet, with a lot of chocolate decorations on it, and his teeth were black when he ate it. Qi Yan laughed at him as a little pig.

He remembered that Qi Yan released him late that night, telling him not to think about anything, not to see anything, just treat him as usual, he is a normal good boy.

He also remembered that when he got up the next day, he met his father who was about to go back to work. After the other party stared at him for a long time, he suddenly smirked and slapped him.

Qi Jiu didn't cry.

He was just a little dazed by the beating, and it took him a while to realize that he was already sitting on the ground. Qi Yan hugged him, screaming so madly and angrily for the first time.

He couldn't remember what expression he looked like at that time, whether he looked in a panic, whether he went to comfort his mother.

He only remembered that he was in Qi Yan's arms, struggled to laugh for a long time, grabbed Qi Yan's collar, and said, "Good morning, Mom."

A normal, well-behaved child will politely say hello to his mother when he gets up.

But he didn't know if it was because his smile was not cute enough, or he looked too embarrassed, or why Qi Yan cried so sadly at him.

Later, when Qi Jiu recalled this day, he would feel very funny about the choice he made at that time.

At that time, he already had a too soft heart and too much empathy. Since he was eight years old, he would no longer choose to stay away, but he would close his eyes when he was unable to do so.

When he closed his eyes, he would think of Qi Yan's broken and empty vision that night again.

He would reflect, he thought, why did he say that at that time, telling her "no pain" or "don't cry", would she not be so sad at that time.

He would think, he thought, if he had not followed Qi Yan's orders silently, but had called out louder and called all the neighbors over, would Qi Yan not have had so many lawsuits later on, would he have had fewer lawsuits? Take a few detours.

He would regret it, he thought, if he had been rebellious once before he was eight years old, even if he had run away home without listening to Qi Yan, all this would not have come so late.

He knew it was too late, this might be the best choice, he should look up and move forward together with Qi Yan.

Qi Yan is a great woman, she led Qi Jiu out of the quagmire, and she can still become a generous and kind person.

Qi Jiu followed her and imitated him, but more often Qi Jiu would think that he was very, very sorry for her.

He has done many things and helped many people. He is gentle and beautiful. He puts other people's interests above his own, and wants to make up for the part that belongs to Qi Yan that he owed back then in a disguised form.

But he couldn't do it, he couldn't get out, and he couldn't regret it.

Qi Yan blocked the closet door so tightly that a part of Qi Jiu was buried there.

In that year, Qi Jiu concealed his shortcomings to Yan Shiqing.

He told Yan Shiqing that he would never, ever be a saint.

He said that he touched the weak soul again, and said that he would close his eyes in order to reduce his sadness.

A sage would not allow dark corners to exist in the world, and Qi Jiu chose to close his eyes in the past or now in order to avoid pain.

When Qi Jiu was closing his eyes that time, Yang Xiao said beside him that Duan Xiaoyu was out of work, and that artist finally fired him.

He was a little bit in high spirits that day, so he said a few more words, lamenting that he didn't know what to do with his younger brother, and the medical expenses were two thousand a night.

So Qi Jiu's last bit of empathy supported him to lower his gaze, and saw Duan Xiaoyu paralyzed by the garbage dump in such a gloomy weather, opening and closing his mouth, crying hard.

Like a dying fish.

Decaying memories roared in, the blinds covered most of the space, and Qi Jiu's sight narrowed again.

He seemed to be locked in the confined space again, and from the small gap, he saw another person falling and suffocating again.

Qi Jiu twitched violently and hit the glass with his head.

...he couldn't close his eyes.

So in such a rainy weather, Duan Xiaoyu met a soft-hearted and distorted god.