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

Qi Jiu felt a little sad.

Yan Shiqing's phrase "it has nothing to do with you" shuttled back and forth in his mind, and Qi Jiu's heart was blocked when he heard it.

It was rare for Zhou Qing to see him sullen early in the morning, propping his chin and asking, "What's the matter?"

Qi Jiu scratched the wall like a kangaroo, his eyebrows almost twisted into twists: "I think the Chinese cabbage I raise is about to be arched."

"There's something wrong with your metaphor." Zhou Qing first glanced at the table behind, "And it's not a day or two for Yan Shiqing to be spotted by Omega."

Qi Jiu raised his head, his face was full of pain, "My pig is going to bend towards someone else."

Zhou Qing laughed when he heard it, and after a while he asked with interest: "Why do you say it belongs to your family?"

Qi Jiu's movement of scratching the wall suddenly stopped, and his heart was sore, like a balloon that was inflated, and Zhou Qingxian calmly pricked a small hole.

After that anger passed, Qi Jiu could only feel a sense of despondency in his bones: "...I don't know."

Zhou Qingxian smiled slyly: "Are you also one of the omega's who have taken a fancy to Yan Shiqing?"

Qi Jiu has always been honest with himself. He touched his heart and pondered for a while, then tried to see if his face was getting hot, and still looked at Zhou Qingxian confusedly: "I don't know."

"I'm just... kind of upset that he doesn't tell me anything." He pouted, eyes down on the table, looking pitiful.

"Today I saw him walking with other omega, I wanted to inquire about it, but Yan Shiqing told me it's none of my business."

His voice was muffled: "It's so hurtful, I thought we were friends."

"Otherwise, why did they tell you, and what right do you have to ask?" Zhou Qing looked at him amusedly, "And how do you know that you are friends?"

Zhou Qingxian's reasoning is right, but the words are really not very pleasant.

Qi Jiu choked for a moment, looked at him very sadly, then moved slowly and turned to face him with the back of his head.

"I think I'm a little angry with you now." He said sullenly, "I've been mad at you all morning."

Zhou Qing remained unmoved for a while, staring at the back of Qi Jiu's head and added leisurely: "Generally, the emotions you have towards Yan Shiqing are collectively called jealousy."

On the back of Qi Jiu's head was a tuft of ugly hair, which might have been caused by her improper sleeping position last night.

He didn't make a sound, but after listening to Zhou Qingxian's words, his hair trembled uncontrollably.

Qi Jiu originally thought, how about asking Xiao Mu about her relationship with Yan Shiqing when she meets Xiao Mu one day.

But since that day, he never saw Xiao Mu again.

Xiao Mu was surprisingly obedient, chasing Yan Shiqing to the school gate like a fart every day, and avoiding Qi Jiu when he saw him.

She would still be bullied by bastards, and when she saw Yan Shiqing on the way home from school, the two would look at each other briefly, and then look away at the same time tacitly.

At night, she would break into Yan Shiqing's room with injuries all over her body and yell, complaining why he turned a blind eye to him, while taking out the food she stole and chewing loudly, but she would never give it to Yan Shiqing.

Yan Shiqing usually ignores her and concentrates on reading the study materials.

He clearly said he wanted to help Xiao Mu, but he didn't get involved in anything about the other party, whether it was being bullied or stealing.

Xiao Mu intruded into other people's lives like a dodder, always looking forward to someone else to help her solve the problem, it was the first time in her life to resist by herself, and she was very unskilled in doing it.

There are more and more video materials stored in the mobile phone. Counting the time, she feels that she is about to escape from this sea of ​​suffering.

Such repeated days stopped on May [-]th.

Even if it rained a little, it still couldn't quench people's enthusiasm for this special occasion, and the crowds piled up on the streets were several times the usual.

On this day, Qi Jiu gave Yan Shiqing and Zhou Qingxian each a rose, which bloomed very well, and the soft petals had no blemishes at all.

Yan Shiqing took this rose and went upstream with the bustling crowd, just wanting to return to his dilapidated room earlier.

But his steps stopped abruptly.

Cockscomb and Hongmao are not here today, the alley is empty, and the alley is pitch black, like a cave hiding a secret.

Standing on this hypocritical and bustling street, Yan Shiqing was keenly aware of something extremely inconsistent, spreading from the depths of the alley, and slowly creeping into his ears.

The sound gradually amplified, like a siren banshee luring the crew, calling him to go deep.

Yan Shiqing stayed where he was, and finally stepped towards the alley, causing ripples on the water.

The further he walked in, the more unexpectedly familiar the scene became.

He saw the wooden box where Qi Jiu used to hide, the glass bottles and jars standing in the corner, and the debris left in the corner that no one cleaned up.

He saw Xiao Mu who was pushed against the wall by the cockscomb and red hair just like himself at that time.

These are like game screens, unfolding bit by bit under his eyes.

Xiao Mu's neck was tightly held, her face was flushed red due to lack of oxygen, her hands clutched her red-haired hands trying to break free, her legs kicked into the air indiscriminately.

The red hair was annoyed by her entanglement, so he stretched out his hand and slapped her.

Pa——the closed alley fell into a brief silence.

Only the mobile phone lying on the ground is still playing the video in a loop. The greasy voices of Ji Guan and Hongmao are one after another, and their vulgar words are very consistent with the current scene.

Cockscomb stepped on the phone fiercely, and looked at Xiao Mu fiercely: "What do you want to record these broken videos, maybe you want to sue us at the police station."

The video is shot from the thigh to the chest at an overlooking angle, and the red-haired hands are rubbing these two parts up and down.

But now, the content of the video was played out in front of Yan Shiqing's eyes.

Or to put it even worse, Hongmao, who was so angry and angry, has already reached out to tear off the fabric on Xiao Mu's body, swearing continuously:

"Damn, she's usually very gentle. Today I really have to teach the bitch a lesson."

Ji Guan smiled viciously, kicked the phone away, and joined him with a cigarette in his mouth.

The mobile phone smashed against the gray wall, and a network of cracks appeared on the screen, occupying Yan Shiqing's retina.

Xiao Mu was screaming and resisting, and then he could only let out a small choked sob because his mouth was covered violently.

Yan Shiqing's sensory system became dull, he stood where Qi Jiu had been hiding, dully aware of what would happen next.

The bright lights from outside diffused in from the entrance of the alley, enveloping the dark alley like a wave, and then stopped at Yan Shiqing's feet and faded away suddenly.

Xiao Mu was roughly turned around and landed on the wall, her tears splashed down, covered with dust, and stuck to her hair.

She faces the dazzling outside world, and seems to be only looking at Yan Shiqing in the corner, and stretches out her hand vigorously.

Xiao Mu shouted: "Save..."

The remaining half of the sentence was held in the throat by the red hair.

Yan Shiqing felt that his weak nerves that he had never noticed before were tensed at this moment.

His extremely weak empathy is urging him to move forward, urging him to forget his usual indifferent behavior, and rushing to catch her hand just like Qi Jiu.

Yan Shiqing felt that his throat was about to burn, and he had a strong desire to vomit, and his body had already leaned towards Xiao Mu.

He wanted to shout, to run, to do what most people thought was just.

But Yan Shiqing finally just took out his mobile phone.

——Yan Shiqing actually knew that with the evidence in Xiao Mu's hand, the two bastards could already stay in the police station for a certain period of time.

But the more extreme and selfish thoughts in his heart prevailed, and he felt that this punishment was far from enough for the two scumbags.

He remembered how the two committed violence on him, remembered the angle from which each wound was hit by the other party, and remembered that he had calculated countless ways to make them bear the crime.

He tried to convince himself that he was right, Xiao Mu used him to hide, and he used her to take revenge—and to take revenge for Xiao Mu.

This is a parasitic relationship of mutual benefit, and they owe nothing to anyone.

Now Yan Shiqing is standing where Qi Jiu used to be, recording the first video with the mobile phone given by Liu He, recording a crime far greater than attempted.

He heard Xiao Mu's screams, heard the sound of cloth being torn, and heard the rapid panting and cursing, which swung into the end of the alley, and then overlapped to Yan Shiqing's place.

The mobile phone video kept flashing for a few seconds, Xiao Mu's struggle and sobs overlapped with the video on the ground, and echoed with what Yan Shiqing held in his hand, filling the ears bit by bit.

Yan Shiqing smelled a bit of bloody rose scent, but couldn't tell whether it was from the delicate flower scent on the side of his schoolbag.

The net-like debris imprint just now kept expanding in Yan Shiqing's eyes, and he began to feel his vision blurred, everything around him became distorted, and the feeling of vomiting became heavier and heavier.

slam-la-

It rained suddenly from the sky.

Exclamations came from the outside crowd, covering up the not-so-intensive noise in the alley.

The girl's gaze gradually changed from panic to despair, her voice was tired and weak, and even she couldn't hear clearly under the sound of the rain.

Yan Shiqing's feet seemed to be stuck in place, his eyes were clouded, and he covered his face with his hands, not knowing whether it was rain or tears.

His heart was beating violently and chaotically, as if it was about to jump out of his chest, making Yan Shiqing's eyes tear open, staring at the movements of the bastards.

After seeing the cockscomb pushing away the red hair and entering Xiao Mu, Yan Shiqing suddenly dropped his phone and rushed towards them——

Yan Shiqing had never fought so hard before.

He no longer calculated the angle and strength of punches, he was simply venting his anger, he used full force with every punch, wishing to put them to death.

He used all the attacking things around him, pushed the head of the cockscomb and smashed it against the wall, and hit the head of the red hair with a glass bottle, making up for what he didn't do just now like a lunatic.

The two joined forces to fight back, but Yan Shiqing only felt that these were sanctions against him, and every scar only made him more ashamed and fierce.

As if he didn't want to leave any way for them to survive, Yan Shiqing screamed silently about his cowardice.

In such a romantic evening immersed in the rainy night, all the noises melted into the rain, the lovers hugged each other, and no one cared about the fiasco in the alley.

The beating from Yan Shi's list lasted for 10 minutes, and Ji Guan and Hong Mao had no strength to resist at all, and they collapsed on the ground half dead.

The crochet doll that Liu He gave was torn off by his actions, and fell to the ground, muddy with the blood-stained rain.

Yan Shiqing was panting heavily, he didn't know whether it was his own blood or someone else's blood on his fist, but he was trembling all over after everything was over.

He looked down at the naked Xiao Mu from a high position, with a palpitating coldness reflected in his eyes.

Just like that day, Xiao Mu was wearing his favorite red dress, with messy hair close to his cheeks, shoulders and neck, sitting on the ground in a daze.

She was in a trance, staring at the drops of water blooming at Yan Shiqing's feet, and it took a long time before she raised her eyes.

This time, she no longer questioned why she didn't save her, but just stared at Yan Shiqing for a long time with her moist eyes, letting the raindrops gather on her eyelashes.

At the moment when the water drops fell, Xiao Mu raised the corner of his mouth with difficulty towards Yan Shiqing.

click - click -

Finally, the net fragments all fell down.

At this time, a belated emotion wrapped Yan Shiqing tightly.

He felt boundless pain on such an endless romantic rainy night, and the moral fragments that had been missing for a long time were finally firmly and hotly embedded in his soul.

Turning a blind eye to everything in the past swirled before his eyes like a revolving lantern, and Yan Shiqing suddenly understood the reason for his mistake.

The roses on the side of the schoolbag that should be carefully cared for were scattered by the raindrops, and like the girl in front of them, they withered their flowering prematurely.

Yan Shiqing bit his lips tightly with his upper teeth to bleed, hot tears kept bursting from his eyes, and his entire facial features became hideous.

He felt a painful burning sensation in every organ of his body, and every part was so painful that it was about to burst.

He squatted down, hugged Xiao Mu's cold body very unskillfully, choked up in the flashing lights of one red and one blue:

"—I'm sorry, I'm sorry...I'm sorry."

Yan Shiqing extended a helping hand to others for the first time, but it ended in disastrous failure.

He regretted the night too much.