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

Qi Jiu walked blindly, wiping away tears with the back of his hand carelessly.

His pace was completely out of order, he rushed ahead, and several times he went wrong and was pulled back by Yan Shiqing.

He could see that he was anxious, but he didn't know what he was anxious for. He didn't have the calmness he showed just now. After turning around the corner again, Yan Shiqing pulled him into his arms.

"Qi Jiu." Yan Shiqing called him, his fingers fell on his broken hair, and then moved down, gently kneading his ears, "It's all right."

He is very good at coaxing people, so far the only thing he can say is this sentence, which he uses over and over again.

Qi Jiu smelled the bitter tea on his body, and felt depressed, making his brain a little dizzy.

But he didn't hide, he hid in Yan Shiqing's arms, allowing Yan Shiqing to hug him tightly.

It's a bit cold today, Yan Shiqing was afraid that he would catch a cold, so he wished he could cover all of Qi Jiu.

He didn't understand the whole thing very clearly, and he got some minutiae fragments from bystanders, and pieced it together, it was Duan who broke Qi Jiu's heart.

On such a bleak autumn night, Yan Shiqing's heart was burning hot.

He began to wonder if he hadn't been able to make a good choice, if the punch just now wasn't hard enough, if he should have taken Qi Jiu with him in the first place, if he should have been more straightforward in the first place and not tarnish Qi Jiu, don't let Qi Jiu enter his world——

"Yan Shiqing, I feel so sad." Then, Qi Jiu in his arms said so.

Yan Shiqing suddenly became at a loss, as if he was holding a piece of supreme jade, cramped and apprehensive.

He wanted to continue asking, but he was afraid that Qi Jiu would be even more sad if he stayed on this topic. While hesitating, Qi Jiu had already continued.

"Can you turn into a rabbit? I really want to rub it."

Yan Shiqing was silent for a while, then told him seriously: "It seems impossible."

He moved his hands back, from the earlobe to the back of the neck, stopping at the gland, stroking the broken hair here, comforting him silently.

Feeling his movements, Qi Jiu was silent for a long time before saying, "I think I should have helped many people in my original intention, both before and after I met you."

"I know that people with my personality have long been prepared to be let down."

His voice was a little muffled through the fabric: "But every time, every time, it still makes me very sad."

"I don't even know what went wrong." Qi Jiu opened his eyes, "Why is everyone like this in the end, begging me to leave quickly."

He paused for a moment, not sure whether he was sorting out his emotions or facing reality: "So Yan Shiqing, don't leave me behind."

"It was the same in the restaurant just now, it was the same in the past, and it will be the same in the future." He said, pouring out the knot that he had suppressed for too long, and the future that he never dared to face, on Yan Shiqing's heart.

He spoke softly, like a wind that failed to make the leaves tremble:

"Don't leave me alone."

"...No." Yan Shiqing seemed to have come to his senses now, as if he was in a different medium, and only then did he receive Qi Jiu's message.

He denied one by one and explained one by one: "It's not your problem."

"I won't go." He lifted Qi Jiu's head, saw Qi Jiu's red eyes, and stared at him for a long time, "How can I be willing to go."

"...Where did he kiss you?" His kiss hastily imprinted on the heart of Qi Jiu's lips, falling repeatedly, as if he wanted to replace someone else's trace.

"It's my problem, it's my fault, it's because I'm not by your side."

His final kiss stopped between Qi Jiu's eyebrows, as if he was making an oath, or he wanted to instill thoughts into Qi Jiu's mind.

He had a rapid heartbeat and gritted his teeth: "but he can't talk about you."

Yan Shiqing could bear the anger and suffer under his twisted jealousy, but he couldn't bear Duan Xiaoyu saying anything bad about Qi Jiuding, because——

"You are the best."

Yan Shiqing said, over and over again, sincerely and earnestly: "You are the best."

Qi Jiu's nose was a little sour.

Qi Jiu felt that Yan Shiqing was a liar.

He swayed in the autumn wind, like the last magnolia that failed, broken and helpless.

He remembered the day when he reunited with Yan Shiqing, who pressed himself against the wall and told himself, "I really need you."

No normal person loves because he is needed, Qi Jiu is not normal, he can't be a happy and normal good boy like Qi Yan said.

This kind of commanding words is a kind of sick spell in his ears. It should not play any supporting role, but it is tightly bound Qi Jiu, leading him to open his eyes and lead him to move forward. .

Yan Shiqing is a liar.

Qi Jiu thought, he put his forehead on Yan Shiqing's shoulder, he didn't want Yan Shiqing to see his crying expression.

He thought, he thought—

I am willing to be deceived for him.

Later, Qi Jiu talked to Yan Shiqing intermittently about his relationship with Duan Xiaoyu, occasionally including the past before he was eight years old.

At this time, the night was dark, and Yan Shiqing was worried about his physical problems, and wanted him to sleep first, and then talk about it the next day.

But Qi Jiu didn't do it, like a drunk person, with an inexplicable persistence, he insisted on talking to Yan Shiqing.

In the middle of the speech, I couldn't help crying, so I lifted the quilt to cover my face, sobbing silently, Yan Shiqing didn't let go no matter how coaxed.

Yan Shiqing simply carried him over with a quilt, and by the way, sent a message to Zhang Yu to ask for two more days off, and stayed with Qi Jiu first.

Qi Jiu guessed that he was too tired, so he cried and fell asleep. When he woke up, it was already high in the sun, the tears on his face hadn't faded, and his eyes were so swollen that he couldn't open them.

He looked at the phone for a long time, and when he heard footsteps coming from the stairs, he got under the quilt and hid again.

Yan Shiqing asked him from outside the quilt if he was feeling better, and if he wanted to sleep after eating.

"No." Qi Jiu's throat seemed to be scratched, and it hurt when he opened his mouth.

Yan Shiqing: "Come out and let me see?"

"I don't." Qi Jiu's nasal voice was heavy, sounding aggrieved, "I've become an ugly ghost."

Yan Shiqing had a helpless smile in his eyes, and was about to forcefully pull him out, but Qi Jiu stretched out an arm suddenly.

He bulged into a bulge in the quilt, so he just raised his mobile phone, facing Yan Shiqing through the chat interface, his tone was full of doubts: "Why did Luo Chenghui ask me to go out?"

Yan Shiqing glanced at him and only briefly told him not to go.

Qi Jiu opened Weibo suspiciously, and found that Luo Chenghui's affairs were getting more and more fermented. From bed-climbing plastic surgery to tax evasion, he couldn't tell which ones were real and which ones were fake.

He came to look for Qi Jiu at this time, and he didn't know if it was because of his illness or random medical treatment, but he was so sincere that he almost knelt down and begged Qi Jiu to see him.

He even found a place to meet, it was in the tea restaurant near their villa, and said to wait from six o'clock, if Qi Jiu didn't show up, he wouldn't leave.

Qi Jiu planned to listen to Yan Shiqing, but until it was almost twelve o'clock that day, Luo Chenghui was still sending messages to him, and even opened his mouth and kept his mouth shut. He was apologizing for changing places because he was afraid of being discovered by the paparazzi. Selling miserably, while begging Qi Jiu.

Qi Jiu frowned, Yan Shiqing almost turned off his phone, and said calmly, "He is kidnapping you morally, don't be used."

Qi Jiu also knew this truth, so he politely rejected him again, but as soon as the news was sent out, Luo Chenghui called back.

Qi Jiu scanned Yan Shiqing hesitantly, waiting for his opinion.

Yan Shiqing turned his head and walked to the side without making a sound, leaving him with a wagging tail.

Qi Jiu took it as his acquiescence, moved to the sunflower in the backyard, and pressed the connect button.

Luo Chenghui didn't know where he was, his voice was very quiet, but he spoke in a hurry, almost begging: "Brother, I beg you, don't mess with me anymore, I'll kneel down for you."

"What?" Qi Jiu always felt that he couldn't understand what he said, "What are you talking about?"

"Brother, stop pretending." Luo Chenghui's voice became very viscous, his teeth were clenched clearly, and the words of begging for mercy sounded particularly gritted, "I know I was unfriendly to you before, I apologize to you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I really don’t dare, I just woke up and didn’t want to be confused.”

Qi Jiu still couldn't understand, but Luo Chenghui had already continued.

"The things on my side were all exposed by Yan Shiqing's studio wearing a vest. Several things came together. I didn't sleep all night, and the manager is still pointing at me and scolding me."

His voice was aggrieved, and he began to sell miserably: "I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have lost my temper and snatched your role back then, I shouldn't have bumped into your schedule, and I shouldn't have argued with you over and over for the endorsement. I really knew it all." wrong."

"I really don't dare anymore." He sobbed twice on the phone, "Brother, you are kind, can you please intercede with Brother Yan and Teacher Yan, and let me go this time."

Qi Jiu frowned halfway through hearing this, feeling that this was a mental illness that escaped from some ward.

"No." Qi Jiu tried to figure out a logical chain, "You mean, you think it was because I was upset with you that I gave Yan Shiqing the wind, and Yan Shiqing got rid of the gangsters, and you became like this?"

Luo Chenghui actually said yes swearingly.

With a crackle, Qi Jiu couldn't hold back, and tore off the sunflower's hard-won leaves.

Feeling guilty, he buried the leaves beside the growing Miao Miao and asked, "Then why don't you just ask Yan Shiqing?"

Luo Chenghui let out a sneer: "Teacher Yan blocked me a long time ago."

Qi Jiu fell silent, stood up with his hips crossed, and began to despise himself who was soft-hearted for Luo Chenghui at first.

It didn't rain yesterday, and the air is cloudier today, as if planning a storm that should come in autumn.

Qi Jiu wanted to hang up the phone, but heard Luo Chenghui asking again:

"Brother, please don't, don't, I beg you, you help me this time, I will keep it in my heart, and I will help you if something happens to you in the future."

Qi Jiu's eyebrows twitched, and he thought that he didn't need to curse me like that, and wanted to hang up the phone with a few casual words, but Luo Chenghui had a headache and cried on the phone, rubbing away the last bit of Qi Jiu's conscience.

"Brother, woo—brother Nine, then you, do you know someone who can help?" He choked up, unable to speak clearly, "You, woo—you can make Brother Yan treat you Desperate - hiccup, you must also know more other benefactors, you, you do me a favor and help me."

Qi Jiu's scalp was numb, and he didn't know what Luo Chenghui was thinking. Until now, he still thought that all the entanglements between Qi Jiu and Yan Shiqing were hype.

There were only four words unbelievable left in his mind, and he heard Luo Chenghui still say:

"Brother, woo--I'm very skilled, and several people can play--if you want, if you don't like it, I can serve you very well--"

Qi Jiu's hands trembled, and the phone dropped on the dirt.

It is rare for him to have this nauseating moment, when goosebumps are running from his fingertips to the back of his ears, for a moment he can't tell whether he is abnormal or the world is abnormal, how can such a purebred idiot be produced.

Convinced, Qi Jiu squatted down again, and patted his muddy mobile phone.

At this time, the first rain of autumn fell on his forehead.

It seems to be the dividing line between the end of summer and late autumn, and the rain came especially enthusiastically.

Qi Jiu didn't have time to hide, and all his attention was on the receiver.

He couldn't hear clearly, but he asked again in disbelief: "...what did you say?"

Luo Chenghui was crying on the other end of the phone, begging Qi Jiu if he could give him the role in the next play, even if he was scolded badly this time, given this opportunity, he would definitely be able to turn around.

"Are you crazy?" Qi Jiu frowned, "How can you say such a thing...and is this something I can decide?"

"Because bro, your last play was so good that many people praised it, and the next one must be some pleasing and good books, so you don't have to worry about it." Luo Chenghui choked up, "help me, please brother , you don't lack, but I really need this."

"Brother, or, or you are like this—" Luo Chenghui's tone suddenly became passionate, as if he had found some life-saving straw, and said sharply, "Ninth Brother, can you contact Teacher Yan——!"

"I beg you, I beg you brother, please help me contact him." He said, "I am very skilled, I will definitely satisfy him, so that he will not mess with me again, I will see later You just go around the road, if I don’t offend you again, I want him once—”

bang.

A white light flashed in front of Qi Jiu's eyes.

It's strange, isn't the speed of light traveling faster than sound? Why is it that the thunder is heard first this time?

Qi Jiu felt that his ears were numb from the shock, and his heart felt like being eaten by ants. The sunflower under his feet became some kind of climbing plant, going up and enveloping him.

Qi Jiu felt out of breath, and he didn't even want to carefully judge whether Luo Chenghui was drunk, took drugs, or was driven crazy under high pressure, what he said was completely inhuman.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, Yan Shiqing hurried out to look for him with an umbrella, but Qi Jiu sank into the mud, letting the wind and rain wet his hair and clothes.

He stood in the rain, standing upright, like a plant that was filled.

Tenacious and vital.

I don't know if it's because I met too many idiots in the past two days, the pressure of gathering crushed his hard shell, and Qi Jiu's thoughts drifted out from the gap.

"Don't." Qi Jiu took a deep breath of rain, and was unusually sure, "It's all—"

There was a thought that jumped up from the bottom of the feet, like the water brought up from the root wood of a plant, passed through the limbs and bones, and rushed into Qi Jiu's brain.

mine.

It's all mine.

Qi Jiu looked at Yan Shiqing's direction, his nerves were unbelievably agitated, only this one thought was raging.

All, yes, me.

Whether it's this drama, the opportunities in the past, or Yan Shiqing, everything is mine.

But Qi Jiu couldn't say it, he suddenly felt a sense of urgency.

People can't selfishly put their own label on another person, but now he is full of inflated desires.

mine.

So the gods who fell into the mortal world finally had selfishness, and the sun that fell into the quagmire finally no longer woke up.

—my my my my.

He bit the tip of his tongue, forcing himself to wake up, his eyes were bright, and he looked up at Yan Shiqing who was protecting him from the rain.

He changed the way he said it, exhaled slightly, and told him word by word with indifference to the point of inhumanity:

"It's not yours anyway."