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

When Qi Jiu and Yan Shiqing were about to return to the classroom, Yang Guang's parents had already been invited to the school.

Lao Chen left Yang's father to communicate, and asked Yang Guang to go back to pack his things, adjust his mentality and go back to school to prepare for the college entrance examination.

Yang's mother felt that being called into the school was a great shame as a parent, so she pulled Yang Guang by the ear all the way back to the classroom, scolded him, and treated the student who was about to grow up as a three-year-old child.

She was standing in front of Yang Guang's table and pointing at him like bargaining in a vegetable market.

The students in the class have never seen such a posture, and they dare not breathe, but they all listen to the movement over there.

Yang Guang's face was flushed, the whole portrait was about to burn, his face was almost buried on the ground, and he would stop to wipe his tears every few minutes.

Qi Jiu stepped into the classroom, just in time to hear Yang's mother's broken voice: "Hurry up and pack up your things! Let your classmates see if you don't lose face!"

He paused, looked up to the front of the classroom, but accidentally collided with the eyes of other students.

Dissatisfaction and resentment surrounded him like a shell.

Qi Jiu closed his eyes slowly, and when he opened them again, Yan Shiqing appeared in his vision.

Yan Shiqing didn't know if it was intentional, but walked in front of Qi Jiu's left, blocking most people's sight.

Zhou Qing blatantly propped his chin to watch the excitement, and smiled when he saw Qi Jiu come back: "I just heard about you."

"Your classmates who are in love with each other are talking about you. How can such a gentle monitor be a teller." Zhou Qing first deliberately put on an affectation.

It is equivalent to saying that after the three of them were invited to visit the Academic Affairs Office, what was discussed the most was not Yang Guang's stealing, but the upright monitor's small report.

"That's really exciting." Zhou Qing taunted with a smile, "I will need the help of the monitor in two days, so I have to pretend to be harmonious and come here to curry favor no matter how angry I am."

Qi Jiu frowned tightly, ignoring his ambiguity: "I just realized today that there are really many people who think it's only natural for me to help them."

"It's so strange." He made a serious conclusion to Zhou Qing first, "Why do everyone react like I owe them."

Zhou Qing smiled half-smile, and just as he was about to answer, he saw Yang Guang walking towards him.

Yang Guang held a heavy stack of books in his hands, but none of his classmates stood up to help him.

With his head down, he made a big circle from the front of the classroom, and approached Qi Jiu's desk obediently.

Mr. Zhou had no eyesight, and sat motionless between the two of them, tilting his head to watch his movements.

Yang Guang glanced at him awkwardly, tried his best to free one hand, and took out an envelope from his pocket.

"I'm sorry." Yang Guang's voice was like a mosquito, "I didn't want your forgiveness, I just... just want to apologize to you."

This is Yang Guang's very common way of apologizing, expressing his true feelings with tears in a small composition of at least [-] characters, and I don't know when he prepared it.

In the past, when I was at the same table, Qi Jiu would receive a letter every once in a while, occasionally telling why he was sullen a few days ago, and occasionally talking about what troubled him in recent months.

The content inside is worrying, venting a lot of personal emotions, so that people who watch it can feel the pressure.

Qi Jiu used to spend time replying to him after receiving it, but this time Qi Jiu didn't answer it.

Yang Guang's hand was hanging in the air, and the other hand was holding the book tremblingly, almost unable to hold the book.

It was only when he stretched the pile of books with one hand that it was almost deformed, Qi Jiu took the letter, flipped his wrist, and clamped Yang Guang's book intact.

Yang Guang was stunned, he didn't expect Qi Jiu to be so ruthless, staring at him in disbelief.

Qi Jiu smiled at him: "Go home and study hard."

Yang Guang pursed his lips, with tears in his eyes, and his cheeks were hot from embarrassment.

In the end, he didn't wait for Qi Jiu's heart to soften, and fled with the book in his arms.

Seeing his back disappear completely, Qi Jiu let out a long sigh and slammed his head on the desk.

Zhou Qing felt it was funny: "You are sad now, so why not accept his letter just now?"

"...It's because I'll be sad if I accept it." Qi Jiu threw her face on the desk, and said in a gruff voice, "I'll be sad if I don't accept it."

"I was sad to see him like this, and I was sad to hear what he said in the office, and I was sad to do anything."

With his forehead resting on the desk, he turned half of his face to look at Zhou Qingxian: "This is too much against my rules for making friends. I didn't have much happiness in the first place, but it was completely gone after being tossed about by him like this."

He paused for a moment, and made a bitter and bitter look: "Do you think he is kidnapping me morally?"

Zhou Qing looked at him helplessly: "Then what can you do?"

"Forget your troubles." Qi Jiu said, "The most effective way to get happiness is not to pretend to be anything."

"When I sleep for 10 minutes between classes, I won't think about Yang Guang any more when I get up."

His body was curled up into a ball, his hands folded on his stomach, his upper and lower eyelashes gradually closed, and he said softly, "Turn off the light for me."

Zhou Qing understood his radio waves very well, so he put on the hat of Qi Jiu's school uniform, covering most of his face.

At the same time, Yan Shiqing at the back table stretched out his hand and pulled the curtain to prevent any light from coming in.

Qi Jiu slowly closed his eyes in the artificially created darkness.

However, he slept until the end of the morning.

When Qi Jiu raised his head, his face was numb from sleep, his right cheek was flushed red, he got up and stared at the clock in a daze: "...Don't you know what 10 minutes means?"

Zhou Qing said without apology: "Seeing that you are so tired, why not indulge yourself."

"The teacher didn't call me?"

"I have this plan." Zhou Qingxian smiled intriguingly, "Every time I wanted to call, I was held back by the table behind you."

"...?" Qi Jiu rubbed his face and gave Yan Shiqing a strange look.

Yan Shiqing sat upright, and was still doing an English gestalt, but when he heard Zhou Qingxian's words, he immediately put the cap on his pen, turned his head and left.

I don't know if it's more accurate to describe the figure of leaving in a cool and unrestrained manner, whether it's anger from embarrassment or trying to hide it.

Qi Jiu shook his drowsy head, and pushed Zhou Qing out first: "Let's go, Brother Liu He is waiting for us to thank him."

Qi Jiu originally thought that Liu He would squat in front of the Internet cafe very early, and when he saw them from afar, he would stink.

But the small broken Internet cafe changed overnight. Large and small cardboard boxes were piled up at the door, and the last wave of relocation workers had just come out of the house.

Qi Jiu was startled and shouted: "What's the matter?"

Liu He was smoking with his back to them, when he heard his voice, he immediately put the cigarette butt into the flowerpot: "...Why are you here so early today?"

Obviously today's time is about the same as usual, Liu He didn't know how long he had been smoking cigarettes in a daze.

He scratched his hair, and rubbed his calf with his slippers. It took a long time before he smiled:

"When I came back from get off work, I was guarded and checked. They said that I didn't have a business license and the store couldn't open."

Everything in West Street passed very slowly, and the roses raised in paint buckets in the corner were still emitting fragrance.

Qi Jiu always felt that it took a long time for this sentence to reach his ears, or maybe it was because he reacted for too long, and he thought of it for a long time and responded: "Ah..."

He forced himself to comfort him: "It's okay, I can see you at school in the future."

Liu He showed a wry smile and rubbed his earlobe: "The school...just quit me too."

"Is it because of smoking?" Qi Jiu asked boldly.

"No, I don't know which parent reported it to the principal, saying that I opened a black Internet cafe."

All three students were speechless.

In just one morning, the successive changes made people feel a little bit in a trance.

"Hey, what's the big deal, look at your bad looks." It was Liu He who broke the deadlock, smiling and patting them on the shoulders one by one.

For the first time, he took out a cigarette in front of the three children. He didn't light it, but just held it in his mouth: "Come on, find a place to sit and wait for me to give you one last meal."

His words revealed a hint of ominousness, Qi Jiu followed him into the Internet cafe with a sad face.

The inside of the house has been almost moved, and only after removing the tables, chairs and computers did I realize that the house is actually not small.

There was originally a bookshelf on the wall facing the counter, but now I found a window in the upper right corner after tearing it down.

The two palm-sized windows finally let the room into a little sunlight, and the dust under the sunlight condenses to form the Tyndall phenomenon.

The three students found a piece of corrugated cardboard to put under the window, and sat down to watch the busy Liuhe directly opposite.

Through the sunlight, his outline became more hazy, like a scene that would appear in old photos.

Underneath, soak in water, let it cool down, then spread it full of minced meat sausages, and finally scald two slices of green vegetables.

Just like meeting Qi Jiu on the first day, Liu He made four full bowls of fried noodles.

He brought it happily and sat in the middle of the sun.

Comrade Liu He is very big, and he is not affected in the slightest. He can eat two mouthfuls of noodles, and he can joke about the glorious deeds he did today.

"Actually, as long as your classmate lasts for another two seconds, I will reveal my secrets. You can believe such stupid words. It seems that you are really afraid of your parents."

"Your teacher came down to thank me specially, and handed me a box of Zhonghua, but I didn't dare to take it."

Zhou Qing looked him up and down first: "Why are you still working as a maintenance worker at school?"

"Didn't I tell you that this broken Internet cafe can't make any money at all." Liu He murmured, "I passed by your school before and saw that your school was recruiting, and the business hours of the Internet cafe were basically staggered, so I just went to try it."

Still worried, Qi Jiu poked at the noodles in the bowl and asked him, "Then brother Liuhe, where are you going?"

"I don't know." Liu He scratched his face, flung oily spots on his white vest, and wiped his mouth nonchalantly, "Just see if we can find a place to open a restaurant."

"Don't you also have no business license?" Zhou Qingxian stirred the noodles gracefully.

"Then I'll push a cart at the gate of your school and sell eggs and baked cakes." She smiled at him, "Maybe we can see each other every day."

Everyone ate this meal very slowly, and it was Liu He who broke it all.

He put down the bowl, walked into the curtain and handed the guitar to Qi Jiu.

"Master Zhou, go wash the dishes." Liu He ordered, "Qi Jiu sing one more."

Zhou Qing, who had never done this before, stood up reluctantly.

Qi Jiu took the guitar and sat cross-legged, swept his fingertips, and opened his mouth to sing: "Outside the long pavilion, the ancient road——"

Liu He bowed his knuckles and tapped the back of Qi Jiu's head, interrupting ferociously: "Can you sing something cheerful."

Qi Jiu covered his head and looked at him for a long time, pouted his lips and resumed his tune.

He pretended to cough twice, and his voice was extraordinarily rough: "Good luck, I wish you good luck..."

Only then was Liu He satisfied, nodded with his hands behind his back and walked into the curtain again, raised his chin towards Yan Shiqing: "Come here, and help me collect the things."

Yan Shiqing walked in only to find that the curtain was empty, and there was only one canopy bed left, and he didn't know what else to collect.

Standing by the bed, Liu He took out a bank card and an old mobile phone from under the pillow: "You keep these, the password is eight eight."

"I've saved it for several years, and I still want to use it to marry a wife in the future." He rubbed the edge of the card with some reluctance, and finally put it in Yan Shiqing's hand.

Yan Shiqing didn't know what he meant, and stared at him motionless.

"I'm not pitying you, nor looking down on you." Liu He smiled, "I don't have much money, I'm old and poor."

"You keep the card, and you will have to buy lunch by yourself at noon." He ruffled Yan Shiqing's hair vigorously, "I have eliminated my mobile phone for a long time, and it is useless to leave it alone, so I just gave it to you."

"If you really feel that you have a burden in your heart... just treat me as an investment." Liu He squeezed his chin and thought for a long time, and finally lightly hammered Yan Shiqing's shoulder.

"I'll pay you back when I earn a lot of money, or buy me a few drinks every now and then."

Yan Shiqing didn't speak, he was a little taller than Liu He, but when he lowered his eyes, he only looked at the other's chest, just like Liu He's first time seeing him.

The appearance is tugging and smelly, but the eyes are clear.

The maintenance engineer who just took office is not very courageous, he smokes so much that he runs to the rooftops, and meets Yan Shiqing at noon one day.

The child was so skinny, he gnawed on the bread that had been put out for an unknown amount of time, while Liu He was smoking beside him.

Neither of them took the initiative to communicate, like sparrows that accidentally landed on the same telephone pole.

Later, I saw that it was Yan Shiqing who knocked on the doors of Internet cafes along West Street one by one, asking if they needed to recruit network administrators.

Yan Shiqing was driven out several blocks in a row, and in a state of embarrassment, he met Liu He's eyes.

It is rare for Liu He, who is unable to protect himself, to feel a little sympathy. Before he could speak, the little kid immediately raised his hand and pointed at him:

"Recruit me to be a network administrator, or I will report you tomorrow."

At that time Liu He knew that he was in trouble.

Now the troubles are getting bigger and bigger, and he actually let him put all his little savings into it.

Liu He thought about it, and wanted to entrust Yan Shiqing with something else: "You..."

Outside the door, Qi Jiu still didn't listen to the request, and sang Good Luck twice, then cleared his throat and sang "Goodbye".

"I'm afraid I don't have a chance to say goodbye to you..."

"If I want to leave, the familiar place and you..."

"I will firmly remember your face, and I will cherish the thoughts you gave—"

Liu He rubbed his nose.

He is not very good at making distinctions, after thinking about it, he just smiled and told Yan Shiqing:

"I wish you a great adult soon."