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

Qi Yan drove steadily, but Yan Shiqing couldn't stop feeling dizzy.

The feeling of vomiting due to tension came slowly, his eyes only fell on his knees, and the whole person seemed to be still.

Yan Shiqing felt rather cramped at this time, and Qi Jiu started a few topics in order to let him relax, but they all ended with the other party nodding or shaking his head.

Until the three of them returned home, Yan Shiqing remained silent.

There were two sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table, and the dishes were still in the pot. After Qi Yan entered the room, she quickly put on her apron and raised her chin to Qi Jiu: "Take your friend for a stroll, I'll add some dishes."

Yan Shiqing didn't have the awareness of this, he didn't even know how to be polite, he just stood outside the door and watched Qi Yan disappear into the kitchen.

"Come on, Yanyan." Qi Jiu found a new pair of slippers for him and added, seeing him standing motionless at the door, "Don't be afraid."

Yan Shiqing still didn't move, so Qi Jiu stretched out his hand, after hesitating for a moment, he chose to put it on Yan Shiqing's wrist, and dragged him through the door.

The temperature of Qi Jiu's palm was very high, and the skin he touched brought a sharp tactile sensation of needle pricks.

Yan Shiqing's fingertips twitched violently, and before he had time to react, Qi Jiu let go.

"You really don't need to be nervous, treat this as yourself..." Qi Jiu said halfway through, but felt that this sentence might not resonate with Yan Shiqing, so he changed the rhetoric, "Treat this as our home."

Qi Jiu's home is very close to the school. He lives on a relatively high floor in the community. There are three bedrooms and one living room. The room that has been idle for a long time is used as a study. Before he left, he hastily put sheets on the empty bed and used it as Yan Shiqing's temporary bedroom.

"I came out in a hurry, and I didn't have time to tidy up a lot of things. I'll go shopping after school tomorrow and buy some things you need." Qi Jiu took Yan Shiqing for a walk, and opened the bedroom door while chattering, "The sheets are Mine, but it has just been washed, and I will only buy it tomorrow, and you will just cover it up today..."

He glanced back at Yan Shiqing, and the words stuck in his mouth halfway through his speech.

Qi Yan outside the door was busy, bringing steaming food to the table, and the warm yellow light in the kitchen was turned to the maximum, so bright that it was dazzling.

The atmosphere of life in the bedroom is really not enough, there are not many decent pieces of furniture, and there are still unfinished folds on the corners of the sheets.

Yan Shiqing stood between the lifeless bedrooms, and he didn't show much joy. After removing the tension, there was only a blankness left in his heart.

Qi Jiu didn't speak anymore, walked over to straighten the bed sheet, scratched his head: "I'm sorry, do you feel a little..."

"Don't you think it's a little too fast?"

Yan Shiqing didn't know how to answer.

He revealed his past with a few words, and decided his own destiny hastily.

He looked at his new bedroom, at the home he forcibly blended into, and at Qi Jiu who was at a loss.

Yan Shiqing stood dumbfounded, still holding the candy that Qi Jiu gave him in his hand, the edges and corners of the sugar coating made his palm a little painful, but Yan Shiqing finally found a little sense of reality.

He and Qi Jiu stared at each other for a long time, even after Qi Jiu moved his eyes away, he still stared at the eyebrows of each other, and it took him a long time to answer: "Nothing."

Yan Shiqing squeezed the candy tightly, and it took a long time before he remembered to add: "I feel very happy."

Yan Shiqing still seldom talked, and Qi Jiu was more often the one talking.

After the meal, Qi Yan talked with Yan Shiqing about many past details straight to the point, and asked more about the Minors Protection Association in the Southern District.

Qi Jiu consciously avoided going into his bedroom, guessing the time to come out, with a new set of pajamas in his hand.

The pajamas were a bit too small for Yan Shiqing, and the waist could be seen when he raised his hand, and there was an embroidery of a bear on the left chest.

Qi Jiu could still speak nonsense with his eyes open, and nodded and applauded to Yan Shiqing: "I think it's quite appropriate."

It was approaching twelve o'clock, and the day was finally coming to an end. Qi Yan squeezed her brows and urged the two students to go to bed: "Just wear what you have left, and buy new ones tomorrow."

Qi Jiu nodded and said good night to the two of them, but Yan Shiqing held the door and looked at Qi Yan, hesitant to speak.

Qi Yan probably guessed what he was thinking, so she smiled generously at Yan Shiqing.

She and Qi Jiu looked very similar when they laughed, with their eyes narrowed and the tails of their brows down, making them look very friendly.

"Actually, Qi Jiu and I talked a lot on the way to pick you up." She reached out to help Yan Shi straighten his collar.

"You don't need to be too concerned about your identity, and you don't need to fully understand what I mean by doing this."

"Neither you nor I can treat each other as family immediately, but you came here because you believed in Qi Jiu, and I brought you here because of Qi Jiu." She said, "Let's think about the rest later."

Such a day was too long for the three of them. The doors of each other's rooms were closed, but none of them could sleep peacefully.

Qi Jiu slept fitfully, and vaguely heard Qi Yan talking to someone on the phone, her voice was very low, but she spoke very fast, as if she was arguing.

He lay on the bed for a while, and didn't get up until the sound disappeared completely, rubbing his eyes and preparing to pour a glass of water.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he went out, he saw Yan Shiqing standing facing his room, staring at the door of his bedroom, as if motionless with a pillar.

"You—!" Qi Jiu was so frightened that he took out his phone and checked the time. It was only three o'clock in the morning, "Why don't you go to bed?"

Yan Shiqing wore loose pajama pants on his lower body, changed his shirt back to his original white short sleeves, and didn't wear shoes.

He shook his head after hearing Qi Jiu's question, as if he didn't find a good answer.

Yan Shiqing didn't know how long he stood, and wanted to walk towards Qi Jiu, but when he opened his legs, he took a step backwards, shaking his body and standing still.

His legs were already numb, but he didn't realize it, and later realized that his behavior of staring at other people's rooms in the middle of the night and not sleeping was wrong.

Yan Shiqing frowned, not knowing what to do. He lowered his head halfway to look at his bare instep, and pursed his lips even tighter.

From Qi Jiu's point of view, he was at a loss and cramped.

Qi Jiu had nothing to do with him, he seemed to be really teaching the stray cat he had just picked up all this time, and brought him into his own environment step by step.

Qi Jiu has never raised a cat before, and he doesn't know how to find a sensitive balance between Yan Shiqing's relationship.

So he took a deep breath, stepped on his feet and messed up Yan Shiqing's hair recklessly:

"come here!"

Yan Shiqing was ignorant, and Qi Jiu pulled him to the french window sill, and was pressed half forcefully to sit on the floor.

He watched Qi Jiu pull open the heavy curtains, the night in the city center would never be quiet, rustling sounds came in along with the night wind.

Qi Jiu opened the curtains and turned away, showing no intention of sitting down together.

Yan Shiqing's head seemed to be equipped with a capture device, and he only followed Qi Jiu's movements. When he saw Qi Jiu was about to leave, his heart shivered, and he immediately grabbed his hand when he passed by.

"Why?" Qi Jiu stared at him half-amusingly and half helplessly, "I'll get you a glass of water."

Yan Shiqing looked at him without blinking: "I won't drink."

"I'm thirsty and I want to drink."

Yan Shiqing still didn't move, his knuckles touched Qi Jiu up and down, and he didn't intend to let go.

Qi Jiu sighed: "Then you come with me."

Yan Shiqing moved very quickly this time, he stood up quickly, still holding Qi Jiu with his hand.

...Clingy.

Qi Jiu thought about it, but didn't intend to break free. Yan Shiqing, who was like a tail, went to pour two glasses of water, then went into the bedroom and moved the quilt to the balcony.

A fluffy blanket was spread on the balcony. Qi Jiu asked Yan Shiqing to sit on the inside of the blanket. The quilt was placed between the two of them, and he threw two mint leaves he had grown in two cups of warm water.

They live on a high floor, overlooking most of the street. Qi Jiu rubbed his eyes and looked downstairs, and said softly: "Whenever I wake up, I can always see people wandering around, so I don't think our city sleeping."

"My mother used to be busy. She often made dinner with me and coaxed me to sleep before going out again."

He searched for a long time, and finally found a squatting smoking man on the corner of the street, so he pointed to Yan Shiqing with a triumphant expression: "I woke up in the middle of the night and saw no one at home, and I didn't dare to sleep alone, so I liked to run on the balcony." Going to sleep, imagining that many people will accompany me below."

"I think it doesn't matter, and I don't think I'm miserable or lonely, but my mother will blame herself and feel distressed when she sees me sleeping here in the morning."

"Yanyan, you are like this too." Qi Jiu said.

His tone was very slow, like a piece of melted chocolate candy: "It's the same for you, maybe I feel distressed about things that I think I can pass by gnashing my teeth."

With a cry, the wind blew past Yan Shiqing's forehead.

"Go to sleep, we have to go to school together tomorrow."

In fact, when Qi Jiu spoke the last few sentences, his voice was already glued together.

He was really sleepy, maybe he couldn't remember every word he said tonight, the next day, he just wanted to drag Yan Shiqing to lie on the corner of the balcony, softly coaxing him to sleep.

But Yan Shiqing couldn't sleep, and Qi Jiu's words seemed to be delayed, and it took a long time to reach his nerve center.

It may also be because his brain exploded because of Qi Jiu's simple words, and the function of processing information became slow, only the eager and violent heartbeat honestly reflected his emotions.

The thought of "I don't want to live" actually hasn't passed through Yan Shiqing for a long time.

The desire that rose suddenly in him one night lingered in his blood the moment it sprouted, dripped into the pedantic land of the dilapidated factory building, and silently took root and moldy.

He remembered that he didn't know where he read it before, "As long as you keep living, good things will happen."

Yan Shiqing didn't believe it at all, and sneered, thinking that this was just a lie uttered by an arrogant idealist to brag about his own values.

Later, when he met Yang Chongjin, entered the Juvenile Management Bureau, and met Cockscomb Hongmao, he could close his eyes and walk over the dirt.

What sustains him is only the explosive desire for revenge and the extreme psychology of attacking.

He thought that when he really couldn't hold on anymore, he would point to this line and tell the whole world what a presumptuous statement it was, and then—

Then he met Qi Jiu.

He is different from everyone he has met before, completely contrary to his own values, weak but strong, and even makes Yan Shiqing feel horrified when recalling that sentence again, and can't help but conform to:

It turns out that if you continue to live, there will really be good things.

The night in early summer was humid and hot, and with the heartbeat so heavy that it was hard to breathe, Yan Shiqing suddenly felt frizzy.

He was emotionally dull to a certain extent, and he couldn't even tell whether the heartbeat at the moment came from joy or the clichéd drawbridge effect.

Compared to before when the two had to sleep close together on the canopy bed, they were separated from each other on this balcony, but Yan Shiqing unexpectedly felt at ease.

The artificial light outside the window fell on Qi Jiu's cheeks, and the light and shadow of his eyelashes swayed slightly with his breathing, making him quiet and sacred.

Yan Shiqing looked at Qi Jiu like this, trying to hide his heavy heartbeat in the sound of the other's long breathing, and leaned forward with a little bit of luck.

He is a believer who serves the gods, but he couldn't restrain his ugly desire, and slowly approached Qi Jiu's lips.

Cars roared by outside the window, and the corners of the window curtains were raised high.

——Even Yue Yue didn't know about Yan Shiqing's secret kiss with Qi Jiu.