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

The TV in the living room was on, showing the contents of Yan Shiqing's press conference at night.

Qi Jiu sat on the floor, looking up at the content that had been replayed many times. After Yan Shiqing left the scene, the progress bar returned to the original point.

The screen of his mobile phone was always on, with only a thin layer of red on the battery, and it stopped on the chat interface with Qi Yan.

Qi Yan didn't send many messages, but she would regularly tell him about the progress of the investigation, and also revealed some information about Yan Shiqing, so that Qi Jiu would not be ignorant.

The news of that night was when Yan Shiqing would appear on stage, what content was arranged for him, and what media issues were prepared in advance.

This is how Qi Jiu learned the details in the whole incident of Yan Shiqing.

Through his own mother, through spreading rumors, through the TV media, through his newly established studio, and through third parties.

The only thing that didn't pass was Yan Shiqing.

He and Yan Shiqing were on the phone, but they couldn't get through most of the time.

Occasionally, I passed it once or twice, and it turned out that the other party comforted me in turn, telling me not to worry.

Yan Shiqing was in such a hurry, too many businessmen and film crews asked him to terminate the contract during this period, Zhou Qing helped him run part of it first, and he had to personally apologize to the remaining old directors.

He works by compressing the time for eating and sleeping, and recently only took a nap in the car, and his mental state has been oppressed to the extreme.

The work after the press conference was handled by the studio. He should have won a staged victory, but he was finally able to get a brief slack.

But Yan Shiqing didn't dare to relax at all, and tensed his nerves to face the reality he had escaped for a long time.

The moment he stepped through the door, he was overwhelmed by exhaustion, his stomach that hadn't eaten for a long time finally felt convulsions, and his heart felt sore from being clenched.

Yan Shiqing was at the home he had been thinking about, seeing the lover he had been thinking about day and night, who was completely at ease on stage just now, and unexpectedly felt a little helpless.

His nerves were tense, he stood in the entrance, he stopped breathing, waiting for Qi Jiu to say the first sentence——

"So Xiao Mu's incident happened in the third year of high school, right?"

With a click, the door was closed.

The sound of the shutter being clicked by the media playing on the TV was like Yan Shiqing's auditory hallucination on a rainy day.

The cobweb-shaped shards of glass gradually invaded his field of vision again.

Presumptuously, violently.

A sharp pain came from the temple, Yan Shiqing's blood seemed to stop flowing, and his whole body seemed to be still.

His time flow slowed down suddenly. He saw his lips opening and closing on the TV, Qi Jiu's eyelashes flickered slowly, and the movement of the second hand slowed down infinitely, and it took a long time to move to the next frame——

click.

"The night I went to sleep with you in the small workshop, were you thinking about how to hide it from me?"

Click, click, the sound of leaves hitting the window.

"Why don't you tell me anything?"

click - da -

"Protecting the victim from harm is more important than punishing the criminal. Didn't you know it all the time?"

Click, click, click.

"Then you know it's a completely wrong thing?"

Click click click click click click.

"What is our relationship? How did you position your lover?"

Click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click.

"What do you think I should do with you?"

Five years ago when Yan Shiqing left home, the question Qi Jiu held back and didn't ask, finally broke out today.

His voice was flat, but full of confusion:

"What the hell do you think of me?"

"Yan Shiqing?"

It wasn't until the last sentence that Yan Shiqing woke up suddenly.

His world suddenly resumed its flow, Qi Jiu bit his lip, the TV was still playing the questioning session, the branches were swaying, and the pointer was still walking slowly.

Among the many questions, Yan Shiqing can clearly know the answer, and there is only one that can explain clearly in a short time:

"know."

He squatted down, leaned in front of Qi Jiu, stretched out his hands to mess up his meticulous hair, and replied again: "I know."

"It was a wrong thing," he said, "and I knew it too late."

"I could save her, but I gave up."

He has introspected countless times, suffered countless times, suffered in endless nightmares, and still has lingering fears in the center of the bright day.

The longer it drags on, the more intense the endless pain will be.

It was too late for Yan Shiqing to understand. During the more than ten years of personality cultivation, no one told him this truth.

All he received from the outside world was indifference, darkness, and malice. Even when he was attempted to be violated twice by different people, he managed to escape with his own blood.

He couldn't understand it at all before, and he couldn't even resonate with Xiao Mu.

When normal human emotions appeared, Yan Shiqing's first thought turned out to be a sad doubt:

It turns out that these things can be asked for help from others.

It was like using a syringe to forcefully inject thoughts into Yan Shiqing, and his weak moral concepts were finally replenished, allowing him to understand his mistakes and selfishness.

At this point, he had to accept another level of torture.

His skin was scorching hot, his soul was trembling, split open by a blunt ax, and then dented into a universal appearance.

He gasped heavily, his eyes were congested, he swallowed all the severe pain under the pressure of lack of oxygen, bit his tongue to bleed and refused to make any sound.

In the deep pain of worrying about gains and losses, he kept silent to Qi Jiu and prolonged his death by deceiving himself and others.

Yan Shiqing's fingers stopped spinning, his eyes stopped in the void, watching his own sweat make round marks on the floor, it took him a long time before he dared to turn to Qi Jiu.

The omega is soft, with black hair hanging down her cheeks, her arms hugging her knees, she looks petite and petite, and unexpectedly bumps into Yan Shiqing's eyes.

His eyes were moist, without the usual smile, and his whole body was not so much angry as it was numb.

He didn't make a statement, staring at Yan Shiqing's eyebrows without moving, his lips parted slightly, but he didn't say anything.

He shouldn't be like this, Qi Jiu shouldn't be like this.

Qi Jiu is optimistic, loves to laugh, and is gentle. When she gets angry to the extreme, she can't help crying, but once the tears are wiped away, she can immediately laugh heartlessly.

No matter what mood he is in, he is much better than now, even if he is screaming, crying, or even insulting Yan Shiqing, he shouldn't be in such a lifeless state now.

But Qi Jiu seemed to give up, like a doll with an empty body, no matter what Yan Shiqing said, he didn't respond.

Yan Shiqing was suddenly nervous: "I..."

He choked suddenly, not knowing how to answer.

Yan Shiqing stretched out his hand, wanting to hold him and coax him clumsily.

Qi Jiu didn't struggle or exert any force, as soon as Yan Shiqing let go, his hand would hang down mercilessly.

The heart should have been pinched by someone, sore and swollen, making all limbs suddenly lose strength.

......do not do that.

Yan Shiqing wanted to say this, and went forward to hug Qi Jiu, put his chin on his shoulder, and hugged him tightly.

do not do that.

His body temperature was much higher than Qi Jiu's, and through the thin fabric, he wanted to transfer his heat to Qi Jiu.

Don't want this.

"Qi Jiu..." He called Omega's name, but his brain was at a loss for a moment, and he was dull for a while before he continued, "I'll tell you everything."

"What you didn't know before, I will tell you everything."

So Yan Shiqing started from the beginning.

Together with the content that was not mentioned in Qi Yan's car before, starting from his own memory, he will tell Qi Jiu bit by bit the content that has never been announced, including the shameful and dirty parts.

He talked for a long time until his mouth was dry and he forced himself to spit out everything he hated and hated.

The long-term mental load has already made his ears ring and his eyes are dry and painful, but he dare not stop.

Qi Jiu's hand was beside him, but he didn't dare to hold it.

Afraid that Qi Jiu would hide, afraid that Qi Jiu would not respond, afraid that Qi Jiu would want to leave after listening.

His story is really too long, and it didn't end until the sky turned pale purple.

The TV program was suspended, there was no sound in the room, and even breathing was cautious.

The wintersweet has fully bloomed, and the magnolias in early spring fall on the lawn, making a slight rustling sound.

This was another kind of torment, Yan Shiqing felt his heart was on fire every time, urging him to act, but he was stuck in the fact that any action would break the status quo.

I don't know how long after this, it was Yan Shiqing who made the first move.

The distance between him and Qi Jiu could not be any closer, but he still bent his body to get closer.

"Qi Jiu." He called, "Give me a hug."

Qi Jiu didn't respond, so Yan Shiqing stepped forward, wrapped Qi Jiu's hand around his shoulder, pretending that he was hugging him.

"You hugged me that day." He said, his voice was as calm as ever, "You hug me when you don't know this."

"If you know everything, you won't."

Yan Shiqing's eyelashes are slender, and when they are half closed, they draw delicate shadows on the eyelids.

His brows and eyes were unusually docile, and the tip of his tongue pressed against his palate, waiting for Qi Jiu's response in panic.

Such a calm person, such a ruthless person, who can calmly deal with all kinds of guns and short shots, unexpectedly felt a little wronged at this moment.

Qi Jiu had mixed feelings, both feeling sorry for him and feeling unreasonable.

"I'm thinking..." After a long silence, Qi Jiu said hoarsely.

"Ok?"

"I was thinking, if only I could meet you sooner."

Qi Jiu said.

The grievance that had been brewing for too long finally came to the tip of his nose, and Qi Jiu finally recovered his normal reactions, angry, angry, sad, uncomfortable, and pity.

These emotions were mixed and got into the chaotic brain, making Qi Jiu not know how to react for a while.

In his confusion and helplessness, he instinctively had his first thought:

—I wish I had met him sooner.

If I had met him earlier, I would not have made him suffer so much.

It will not let him bear too much, so that he can only be responsible for happiness when he is still a child, so that he does not need to carry hatred to move forward.

If I had been earlier, I could have grown up with him and looked at him well.

I will love him, I will protect him, I will take good care of him, I will not let anyone bully him, and I will not let him suffer so much.

It will not make him have completely consistent values, nor will it run counter to himself.

Or it doesn't have to be that early, just let him stay away from that selfish uncle, stay away from the dereliction of the association president, and stay away from the disgusting brother.

Let me embrace his fragile childhood and kiss his dark past.

If I could have been earlier, I could have caught up with his most sensitive and helpless period, I could have held his hand in the dark, I could have given him a hug in nothingness.

Wouldn't this kind of tragedy happen again? Wouldn't we all be so cruel and painful?

Qi Jiu still cried, he couldn't find an outlet for his emotions, and finally had to vent through tears.

His heart was twisted like a knife, and tears filled his eyes.

Qi Jiu's fingertips slowly tightened, and finally, as Yan Shiqing wished, he gave him a stiff hug back.

Then he opened his mouth slowly: "I think we can't go on anymore."

Qi Jiu used to love to cry and wash away negative emotions with tears, but it has been a long time since such a heart-piercing moment.

He hugged Yan Shiqing, grabbed the seam of his clothes, approached his temples, and told him in a hoarse voice:

"I feel like we're only going to go so far."

Qi Jiu's vision was cloudy, and he choked up in the bitter taste of tea.

"Yan Shiqing." He said, "We—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Yan Shiqing turned around and kissed him.

This is not the best time for a kiss, this kiss is hot and urgent, and he is in a panic trying to block the second half of the sentence.

Yan Shiqing had no choice, he didn't want to hear Qi Jiu finish.

He firmly clasped it in Qi Jiu's hand, his knuckles were rubbed red, leaving no gaps.

With Qi Jiu's lips in his mouth, he kissed the corners of Qi Jiu's wet eyes while he was taking a breath, and swallowed the salty tears.

"...Don't talk." He said vaguely, "Don't listen to you."

Qi Jiu tried to break free, but failed.

Yan Shiqing suppressed him and prevented him from running away, like a mad dog, robbing Qi Jiu of all his oxygen.

When Qi Jiu had no energy to say more, Yan Shiqing slowly stood up.

Everyone understands what's going on, and such behavior is useless, but Yan Shiqing is still doing useless resistance.

He pasted a piece of paper on the wall with the big hole, deceiving reality like deception.

Qi Jiu took a deep breath, looked at Yan Shiqing's silhouette obscured by the night, and murmured, "...Then what else can we do?"

"...I don't know." Yan Shiqing bent down to kiss his forehead again.

"It can't be like this." He replied inexplicably, and after a pause, he added, "It can't be like that either."

The word "break up" seemed to him some kind of imprisonment, and Yan Shiqing tried every means to get rid of it.

Qi Jiu looked at him, at his eyebrows with moonlight in his eyes, at the corners of his eyes that were full of emotions.

He was still soft-hearted, and still couldn't let Yan Shiqing go.

Qi Jiu stretched out his hand and pulled Yan Shiqing into his arms.