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

After the college entrance examination, Qi Jiu and Yan Shiqing went out to play for a while, and when they came back, they met Zhou Qing before he went abroad.

Zhou Qing was far less at ease than these two people, and was caught and taught by his family members. He was either socializing or learning various social skills all day long.

As soon as he arrived at Qi Jiu's house, he threw away all these burdens, and fell on the sofa with a stinky face, looking very hostile.

Zhou Qing first cut off the little wolf's tail that had been left for a long time, and put a pair of gold-rimmed mirror frames on his face, which made him look like a dog.

"Uncle Zhou won't let you grow your hair?" Qi Jiu sized him up from left to right, "It looks so different from before."

Zhou Qing hesitated to speak to Qi Jiu, and it took him a long time to hold back a sentence: "You too."

When Qi Jiu went out this trip, he was either climbing mountains or looking at the sea. He ran all over the world, and lived in Tibetan areas for a week. His whole body was several degrees dark, but only his eyes were still the same as before, round and bright. .

"I saw a lot of bullies." He jumped up and down to get a drink with Zhou Qing first, "The ones who walk slowly are so cute."

"Are you still drinking soda the same as before?"

Zhou Qing slumped on the sofa and nodded: "Why are you alone at home, where are your mother and Yan Shiqing?"

Qi Jiu held the drink and shook it up and down, waiting for most of the white foam to appear on the body of the bottle, then frowned and carefully released the expanding carbon dioxide.

Young Master Zhou was too talkative, he thought the first sip of the soda was too stinging to his throat, and he also thought that the pure sweet soda without bubbles was not good to drink.

"My mother has already gone on a business trip." Qi Jiu handed Zhou Qingxian the shaken soda, "Yanyan..."

The carbonic acid bubbles crackled and exploded, and the bubbles gradually dissipated from the center to the edges. Before Qi Jiu finished speaking, he heard the sound of the entrance door opening and closing.

So he squinted his eyes and smiled even more happily: "Isn't Yanyan coming back now?"

Zhou Qingxian just asked casually, not caring much about Yan Shiqing's whereabouts at all, and following Qi Jiu's words, he glanced at the door, and the expression on his face froze.

Then he burst out laughing like he couldn't hold it back.

He didn't intend to control his facial expression either, he slapped his knees with a smile, as if the person in front of him looked so funny: "There are really two of you, if you didn't tell me, I thought it was a wild monkey you picked up on the mountain."

Yan Shiqingyuan was not as exaggerated as he said, but it was not much better either.

If it was said that Qi Jiu changed from cream to caramel after going out for a trip, then Yan Shiqing changed from meringue to chocolate, and Qi Jiu looked quite white when standing together.

In the past two months, Qi Yan and Qi Jiu have taken good care of him, and he no longer has the feeling of being so thin and malnourished as before.

He himself pays attention to exercise on weekdays, and he also runs up and down when playing outside every day. Once the muscle lines are revealed, the whole person is more well-proportioned, and he looks much more seductive.

Qi Jiu and Zhou Qing were joking, saying that Yan Shiqing had been chasing cattle all day long on the mountain, and he could eat six bowls of rice after a day of running.

Yan Shiqing held a bunch of hot pot ingredients in his left hand and a popsicle in his right hand. In order to prevent the popsicle from melting, he ran all the way back.

He likes to wear loose white short-sleeves very much, but after soaking in sweat, it sticks to the skin, and a little skin color is mixed into the transparency, revealing the pectoral muscles hazily, and the sweat flows into the neckline along the jawline.

Yan Shiqing put the ingredients on the ground, wiped the sweat from his temples with rough wrists, and corrected Qi Jiu's words in a calm manner: "Don't talk nonsense."

As he spoke, he gritted his teeth and tore open the package of the popsicles.

There are two popsicles together in a package, which must be broken when eating.

Yan Shiqing moved in a hurry, and he couldn't separate them evenly when he broke them, so he gave the big half to Qi Jiu without thinking.

"Why are you in such a hurry, it won't melt if you slow down." Qi Jiu went over to catch it, and looked at the shopping bag again, "Did you only buy one?"

Yan Shiqing paused, and rolled his eyes at Zhou Qing who was laughing so hard, he didn't answer Qi Jiu directly.

Qi Jiu felt that the behavior of these two people was naive, but there was no reason for the guests to watch the owner eat, so he turned around and walked towards Zhou Qingxian holding his popsicle.

Yan Shiqing just watched his movements with a straight face, and his face became even uglier after Zhou Qing took the popsicle first.

Then he walked over quickly, shoved his own half into Zhou Qingxian's hand in a frivolous manner, and walked away aggressively with the vegetables.

Qi Jiu guessed that he was probably having a quarrel, so he didn't intend to bother him, so he patted the back of Zhou Qingxian's head lightly: "Don't laugh, you will be white again after you come back for a month."

Zhou Qing first collapsed on the sofa and gasped for breath, and wiped away the tears from laughing carelessly: "No, I'm quite happy."

He unceremoniously squeezed two halves of popsicles and ate them together, his narrow eyes swept over Yan Shiqing's back: "You two are very close now."

Qi Jiu understood the meaning of his words, but did not refute: "I think there is a little bit."

Zhou Qingxian didn't ask any more questions. He bit the popsicle and murmured some worrying words: "Then you two should be like this. Don't change too much in the future. Let me be happy every time I come back."

Qi Yan was on a business trip for almost a month, and she got back a few days before Yan Shiqing's birthday.

She brought souvenirs for her two sons, but she kept the habit of being a housewife, always thinking about clothing first.

So Qi Yan froze for a moment when she saw Yan Shiqing, then frowned and looked at the clothes she bought in the suitcase: "Oh, what should I do, it must be too small."

Qi Yan went to a place close to the island, and bought two very fancy shirts.

Yan Shiqing consciously picked it up from the suitcase and handed it to Qi Jiu, and put the other on his body.

The resort-style shirt doesn't feel casual and relaxed on him, and the shoulder seams are tight, but now he can say nonchalantly, "I feel fine."

He paused and added calmly: "Thank you, Auntie."

Yan Shiqing couldn't remember his real birthday for a long time. He only vaguely remembered that in the summer, Wang Liulin changed his birthday to August [-]th for good luck.

Qi Jiu is a special member of the top-level atmosphere group, and his birthday with only three people can be very exciting for him. He joked and asked Yan Shiqing to make a wish about himself.

"Wish me something good." He said, "For example, let me wake up tomorrow without curling my hair. I can't suppress it every day."

It has been a long time since Yan Shiqing had experienced the matter of making a wish. He hadn't had a birthday in the traditional sense for so long, and he had even forgotten that he could eat cake on his birthday.

Even if Qi Jiu didn't say that, his wish would only go towards Qi Jiu.

He hopes that Qi Jiu is happy, that Qi Jiu is healthy, and that Qi Jiu gets his wish.

By the way, I also hope that everything is normal for Qi Yan, because if something goes wrong with Qi Yan, Qi Jiu will also be sad.

The last time he made a wish was before he was six years old, and he no longer remembered that there can only be three wishes in the common sense, so he continued to think.

He thought, thought that he could differentiate earlier, smell Qi Jiu earlier, and become an alpha earlier.

The candle is written with the number eighteen in exaggerated fonts. Yan Shiqing grew up too slowly for too long, and the experience that most people can't meet has been polished by him, but Yan Shiqing doesn't seem to feel pain, stumbling and hoping that he can grow up. Gotta go faster.

He opened his eyes, the candlelight flickered in the bottom of his eyes, and the black eyes were moistened, as if he wanted to make Yan Shiqing more humane.

Qi Jiu was sitting opposite him, with a funny little hat on his head, waiting for him to move with smiling eyes.

Yan Shiqing took a deep breath and blew out the candle.

So everything changes from this moment.

Maybe his prayers are sincere enough, or maybe his obsession is too deep.

Yan Shiqing fulfilled his wish and became an alpha.

In fact, there is no clear characteristic to indicate this, but Yan Shiqing can feel that he is different from the usual in the blurred boundary.

In the early morning of the first day, there was a heavy rain in midsummer.

Lying in his room, he could finally catch Qi Jiu's scent keenly in the mixed air.

It was obvious that the other party hadn't stayed here overnight for a long time, but the scent of grapefruit blossoms was light but lasting, permeating every corner of the room.

From the lifted quilt, the lined notebook, the dusty corners of his clothes, and even from outside the window where the rain was falling, little by little penetrated into Yan Shiqing's body.

Qi Jiu is right, his pheromone is very sweet, few people would not like it.

Things that were seen through the veil in the past finally took shape, and the secrets that were kept silent were exposed unexpectedly.

Yan Shiqing knew that his next behavior was ugly, but he was not surprised by his reaction at all.

He slowly moved his hand under his body, and subconsciously smelled a bit of a bitter smell, which seemed to be his own pheromone.

In this way, he tried to overlap with Qi Jiu.

One of his hands covers his eyes, the other moves slowly, his teeth are clenched tightly, and of all his senses, only the sense of smell is particularly presumptuous.

Yan Shiqing longed for his breathing to be steady, and he even forced himself to stay awake in this kind of thing, and only murmured Qi Jiu's name between each exchange of air.

Qi Jiu——

Qi Jiu.

From then on, there was one more thing that Yan Shiqing could not tell Qi Jiu.

Then, on the first day of adulthood, Yan Shiqing put his schoolbag on his back and prepared to leave Qi Jiu's house.