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

Qi Jiu was so sad that he didn't sleep all night.

There were still two food boxes on the dining table the next day.

Qi Yan took a deep look at him and said, "...This is the last time."

The light rain last night lasted until this morning, Qi Jiu didn't rack his brains to create a topic with Yan Shiqing today.

He held back until he was on the way to West Street, looking at the other party's hazy back in the rain curtain, he finally couldn't help shouting:

"Yan Shiqing—"

The tip of the tongue is rolled up and then flattened, the nasal cavity is squeezed and then released, this is singing a song.

Qi Jiu didn't know why tears welled up in his eyes, his voice was trembling, and his voice was slightly aggrieved: "Who is Yang Chongjin?"

His head was lowered, and only Yan Shiqing's heel could be seen in his hazy field of vision.

Qi Jiu pinched his fingertips, waiting for a response in anticipation and apprehension, his heart disorder even made him breathless.

He saw Yan Shiqing stepping on the puddle suddenly, causing water to splash, followed by the sound of chaotic footsteps approaching.

Before Qi Jiu could react, Yan Shiqing had already grabbed his collar.

The transparent umbrella that was originally supported was raised high, and was blown back to the toes of the two of them. Water droplets dripped into the stagnant water along the tip of the umbrella, which reflected the appearance of the two of them.

Qi Jiu thought he was about to suffocate, his whole body was shaking with fear, and he tried his best to keep his voice steady.

He asked eagerly, "Can I know?"

He desperately wanted to know some reason, which would support him to defect to Yan Shiqing's direction, stand upright in the face of other people's questioning, and say that he was on Yan Shiqing's side.

But Qi Jiu's ardent hope always dissipated in the long silence, he raised his head tremblingly, and bumped into Yan Shiqing's eyes.

Yan Shiqing's eyes were always cold and deep, like an endless sea.

"Don't mention that name again," he said.

The needle-like slender rain hit the palms and ankles, bringing intense pain.

Qi Jiu's pupils dilated, feeling that his sense of hearing was being deprived bit by bit, and the only thing transmitted to the nerve center was Yan Shiqing's sentence:

"Don't meddle in my business any more."

Qi Jiu was the only one who didn't go to Liuhe that day.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was awkward, without Qi Jiu, the rest of the people couldn't talk about anything.

Zhou Qing was really worried, so he went back to the classroom early.

Qi Jiu sat in his seat without raising his head, and moved the nib of his pen quickly, as if he had put all his thoughts on the test paper.

But he looked terrible, his clothes were half dry, his hair was matted, and his body was shaking.

Zhou Qing first thought he was crying, and grabbed the other person's shoulder so that he was facing him.

Qi Jiu's eye sockets and the tip of his nose were all red, and his eyes seemed to contain a spring, but he didn't shed tears.

He only raised his eyes to look at Zhou Qingxian, then quickly lowered his head with his mouth pursed.

Looks like a sad drowning dog.

Zhou Qing first sighed in his heart, rubbed his wet hair: "What's wrong?"

It took Qi Jiu a long time to respond, his voice was cautious, the ending was so soft that it was almost inaudible.

"...if I see a very poor cat on the road," he asked, "I get caught feeding him."

"Should I continue to save him?"

"How do I know?" Zhou Qing said in a flat tone, "I don't have that kind of extra sympathy."

But he wasn't ruthless enough to be hard-hearted to a drowning dog.

Zhou Qing first added in his heart.

He handed his school uniform jacket to Qi Jiu, and asked blankly, "So what trouble did you encounter?"

"Speak up and let me see if I, a wicked capitalist, can help you."

Qi Jiu felt that Yan Shiqing seemed to have unconsciously become a knot in his heart.

As the two of them communicated, the knot that became more and more inflated hung in the air, untouchable and intangible.

Qi Jiu thinks that he can spend a long time to untie this knot, but he can't wait any longer, and he has no chance to wait any longer. He just desperately wants to find the pair of scissors that destroy everything.

So he roughly explained the reason and asked Zhou Qingxian for help.

Zhou Qing acted quickly, found out Yang Chongjin's contact information and location based on his name only, and got in touch with him.

Yang Chongjin unexpectedly accepted Qi Jiu's request readily, and asked Qi Jiu to meet after school, but he was only allowed to come alone.

"I'll pretend to be your driver, and I'll take you to your destination and come back right away." Zhou Qing told Qi Jiu in the car, "I contacted my father for some bodyguards, and I've already arranged them in advance."

"The phone call was always on, and as soon as I heard something was wrong, I would bring someone over."

Qi Jiu nodded seriously, and met Yang Chongjin at the urban-rural junction on the edge of Yancheng.

18-year-old Yang Chongjin works in a car repair shop, and has been waiting for others not far away, smoking a cigarette.

Seeing Qi Jiu get off from the luxury car, Yang Chongjin first looked him up and down without any trace, and then extended his hand eagerly: "Hi, young master."

There was a strong gasoline smell on his body, maybe it was caused by working in the auto repair shop for too long, or because of pheromones, it made Qi Jiu very dizzy.

Qi Jiu pinched the hem of his clothes cautiously, not daring to shake his hand: "Hi, I'm here for Yan Shiqing."

Upon hearing the name, Yang Chongjin smiled slightly, and pushed Qi Jiu to the auto repair shop: "I know, let's sit down and talk slowly."

When he spoke, he liked to lean towards Qi Jiu to show his left face, deliberately hiding the five centimeter scar on his right forehead.

The rolling shutter door in the house was half-opened, and a small wooden table was erected temporarily at the door, on which a pot of tea was brewed early.

Seeing Qi Jiu shrinking outside the door and not daring to enter, Yang Chongjin sighed: "Little brother, did my appearance scare you? Why are you so afraid of me?"

"It doesn't mean anything else for me to let you come alone." He explained, "It's just that the content is somewhat private, and it's not good to spread it."

Qi Jiu straightened his back, sat down on the side near the door, and listened to Yang Chongjin's rambling.

"I haven't heard the name Yan Shiqing for more than two years. He was only 15 years old when I met him in the association. If he didn't hit me, I thought we would become friends."

Qi Jiu remained vigilant and asked politely, "Do you have a good relationship with Yan Shiqing?"

"Forget it." Yang Chongjin poured tea into his cup, "He didn't know anyone well at the time, and I lived in the same room with him, so we naturally communicated more."

He sighed, as if regretting: "I really see him as my younger brother."

Qi Jiu didn't say a word, staring at the mist climbing up the cup wall.

Yang Chongjin seemed to have not talked about these past events for a long time, and he talked a lot more, talking about every little thing he experienced with Yan Shiqing back then.

Qi Jiu didn't know why, his head was buzzing all the time, and he felt vaguely that the other party said the same thing a second time before he asked:

"Do you know Yan Shiqing's uncle?"

"His uncle? Of course I know him." He gave Qi Jiu a surprised and ambiguous smile, "You also know about him and his uncle, so it's easy to say."

As he spoke, he approached Qi Jiu, and put his hands on Qi Jiu's tense shoulders.

"Don't be afraid of me." He said with a smile.

Qi Jiu wanted to escape, but only felt that Yang Chongjin's strength was getting stronger and stronger, and his desire to resist was slowly disappearing.

"His uncle is a pervert, but I'm not." Yang Chongjin's voice was soft, "If it was Yan Shiqing's uncle, his hand would already be touching the bottom, but I won't."

He gently induced: "A minor who is not defiled is like the first bud in the morning. I will not destroy every blooming moment of the flower."

"I just really, really want to document every moment of the flower before it blooms."

Alarm bells rang in Qi Jiu's heart. He realized that Yang Chongjin was unbuttoning his clothes, and at the same time saw the other party turn over the stool, revealing a camera.

Qi Jiu faced the dark camera, his clothes were already soaked in sweat.

His buttons had all been undone, and when his naked skin came into contact with the humid air, dense goose bumps inevitably appeared.

Qi Jiu wanted to scream and struggle, but his gradually paralyzed thinking only made him lose the ability to resist.

With his dulled senses, he finally smelled a vaguely unusual sweetness under the smell of oil from the auto repair shop.

Qi Jiu looked at Yang Chongjin horrified and angrily, only to see him smiling happily and excitedly.

"Ah... exactly the same as Yan Shiqing." His voice was trembling with excitement, "My best brother Yan Shiqing, that's how he looked at me back then."

"But you're better than him."

"You are a perfect omega." He lowered his body and sniffed Qi Jiu's glands, "You have beautiful glands."

Qi Jiu's eyes darkened, and he stretched out his hand to push Yang Chongjin away, but just as he raised his hand, he was caught by the other party.

"But you are still inferior to Yan Shiqing in this regard." Yang Chongjin's voice revealed a trace of regret, "At least he can hit me with a beer bottle to get away."

Qi Jiu's eyelashes fluttered up and down, fear engulfed him like a tide.

He felt that his consciousness was about to be paralyzed, and he wanted to ask Zhou Qing for help before his consciousness was about to disappear.

His Adam's apple moved up and down, and he used all his strength to make a sound, but it was: "Yan..."

Whoa!

The shutter door made a bang!

Yang Chongjin raised his head immediately, at the same time he felt a whirlwind, and he was thrown straight to the ground.

Someone pinched his carotid artery, Yang Chongjin struggled to open his eyes, and it turned out to be Yan Shiqing in front of him!

At the same time, Zhou Qingxian's bodyguards had already barged in and swept the entire auto repair shop with purifiers. The abnormal smell that made people feel relaxed finally faded away.

Qi Jiu's mind was still empty, and he stared blankly at Yan Shiqing who appeared out of nowhere: "...Why is he here?"

"I contacted you." Zhou Qing rolled his eyes first, "Don't you really think that we will participate and interfere with his privacy without his knowledge?"

Qi Jiu couldn't speak for a while, and coughed violently, even coughing up physiological tears from the corners of his eyes.

Under Yang Chongjin's terrified gaze, Yan Shiqing showed a shallow smile.

He smiled so weirdly, like a Prajna baring his fangs, it was creepy.

"It was you who sent me to the juvenile prison." Yan Shiqing said sincerely, "Thank you, I learned a lot of useful things."

"For example, if you leave 35 knife non-fatal injuries on which parts of your body, you only need to bear compensation of less than 1000 yuan."

Yang Chongjin struggled to get up, but Yan Shiqing skillfully jammed his limbs, making him unable to move.

His face was flushed due to shortness of breath, and he opened his mouth to beg for mercy, but Yan Shiqing pulled out a knife from his pocket.

Without any hesitation, Yan Shiqing stabbed straight at Yang Chongjin's eyes.

When he was only half a centimeter away, he suddenly withdrew his hand, and at the same time Yang Chongjin let out a scream.

In the next moment, a smell of urine filled the small repair shop.

Yang Chongjin was so scared that he peed his pants in all kinds of fear.

Yan Shiqing found it interesting, tilted his head to look at him, and raised the knife again.

The cold white light reflected off the knife blade also illuminated Qi Jiu's face.

Qi Jiu's small face was all wrinkled together, looking at Yan Shiqing's actions he hesitated to speak, probably trying to stop him but felt that he had no position.

A steady stream of tears hung down his chin, apart from sadness, Qi Jiu couldn't see any other emotions on his face.

Yan Shiqing's raised hand was hanging in the air, and he was once again strongly puzzled by Qi Jiu.

Yan Shiqing asked, "Aren't you angry when he treats you like this?"

"Angry." Qi Jiu's nasal voice was heavy, and the grievances he had suppressed in the morning finally exploded at this moment.

"But, but—no, not because of living, going... hurting—hurting others."

He was so sad that there were many words that could only be breathed out, and he stammered and finished the whole sentence.

Like all the usual times, Yan Shiqing still failed to understand what Qi Jiu had done.

But he looked at Qi Jiu who was out of breath from crying, and then glanced at Yang Chongjin who was angry from embarrassment, and suddenly felt a little overwhelmed.

He seemed to be at a loss in the vast snowfield, and finally saw the village with smoke from the kitchen.

In this dazed situation, Yan Shiqing chose to follow his instinct and do what he thought was more important.

So he stood up, dropped the knife, and walked to Qi Jiu's side.

Obviously, Yan Shiqing was not good at doing this kind of thing.

Every gentle movement was made frizzy by him, with a little bit of panic at a loss.

He wiped away the tears hanging from Qi Jiu's chin with his wrist, stroked the small mole on his upper eyelid with his fingertips, and brushed Qi Jiu's glands with his palm.

It was as if he wanted to get rid of every bit of faint breath that Yang Chongjin had left on Qi Jiu.

He looked at Qi Jiu, and said word by word: "Don't stop, mind my business."

Just like chasing Yan Shiqing to the door for the first time, Qi Jiu was still crying out of breath.

Only Yan Shiqing, who was blurred into a phantom, was left in front of him, his cuffs were already wet with tears, and he responded with a choked voice:

"...It needs to be managed."