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

Qi Jiu failed to break up with Yan Shiqing.

Even though both of them felt that this relationship was in jeopardy, they tacitly kept silent.

Qi Jiu was so cruel in the past, when facing Yang Guang, he showed no sympathy, refused to have more contact with people who deviated from his own values, seemed extremely gentle, but unexpectedly tough on issues of principle.

But he suddenly had a weakness.

Yan Shiqing's name is written as sinful, cruel, and ruthless on the Internet, but it has become favoritism, favoritism, and special case for Qi Jiu.

He shouldn't be a gentle executioner, chopping a mess with a dull, rusty knife.

But he was helpless, maintaining a fragile relationship with Yan Shiqing, struggling to find a symbiosis point, like a pair of stuck and discarded gears.

On the day Yan Shiqing left the country, Qi Jiu escorted him to the airport.

When Qi Jiu didn't take the initiative to chat, the atmosphere between the two of them froze to a certain extent, and they looked at each other silently along the way.

It was difficult for Qi Jiu to say what he wanted, and Yan Shiqing was entangled in whether he should promise something or not.

Yan Shiqing had already tried the answer to whether he would never get the promise, or the promise could not be fulfilled, and which was more painful.

So this time he and Qi Jiu chose the former together.

In the end, they didn't make any agreement, just kissed goodbye.

Yan Shiqing walked freely, and there were already media squatting at the airport. If he behaved too hesitantly, it would be easy for him to be caught out and follow the vine.

Qi Jiu kept watching his back disappear at the boarding gate, and slowly slumped down along the seat, hiding his whole head in the hat.

In fact, he felt a sense of emptiness about what was happening now, feeling at a loss for what to do with reality, and was anxious and upset, as if he was living in a dream.

He simply stopped thinking, paralyzed all senses, obsessed with doing things that didn't make much sense, and found some of the most short-term happiness.

Qi Jiu is free, but also lonely.

During the time when Yan Shiqing was abroad, he took on a bit more resident singing work, mixed into the noisy crowd, and tried to digest his loneliness in this way.

Qi Jiu was born with a pleasing personality and good temper. She sang with her own characteristics and loved to laugh. She quickly became famous in this segment.

Immediately after that, people from entertainment companies came to him one after another, asking him if he would like to join the circle.

Qi Jiu smiled and was kind, but she refused firmly.

After two months, the only one who insisted on asking again and again in the end was a very small entertainment company.

This company is so small that there are only a handful of employees, and it has only hundreds of thousands of fans for several years.

At that time, Qi Jiu was rubbing the deliberately old rough outer wall of the wine glass, and was fascinated by the strange lights.

The boss and the agent looked at each other, thinking that this trip might be a joke, so they flattered each other:

"Jiu, look at how much money you can earn as a resident singer. You can sing for three months if you come to my brother's company for one month."

"Come here, we will definitely praise you, and give you all the good resources. If I have a mouthful of food, you will have a mouthful of food."

"How many people are looking forward to having such an opportunity. You are a talented player, and no one else will be jealous of you."

"And look at how good your name is, you don't need to change it even when you debut."

"Brother really thinks you have a future, why don't you give it a try, come to the company to see if you are suitable, and if you don't like it then you don't have to sign."

"Once you become more popular, there will be more opportunities. You can also slowly switch careers to become an actor. There are many directions, and you can earn more money than you do now!"

Qi Jiu was actually a little bored listening to it. He was really not interested in the content, and he was too embarrassed to interrupt, so he propped his chin in his left ear and out in his right ear.

Until the last sentence, after it came out of the right ear, it came back to my mind after being stunned for two seconds.

"...What did you say?" Qi Jiuwei looked up at the boss in front of him.

"Ah?" The boss thought for a while, thinking that he was interested in making money, "Don't worry, you will never starve to death. If you continue singing like this, you will be able to buy a suite in the third ring within a year."

"Even if you don't want to sing in the future, you can just accept commercials and participate in a few variety shows. You can earn money by doing anything."

Qi Jiu realized that the other party would misunderstand, but he didn't explain until he finished speaking: "No, I want to ask about the actor's part."

"Actors! Actors are fine too!" The boss became even more excited when he heard it. "We will find acting classes for you, and the script also points out pleasing characters. As long as you have a little bit of fame, you can start acting right away."

He was boastful, endlessly painted cakes, and explained all the tricks in it in a very common way, just waiting for Qi Jiu to take the bait.

Although I don't know the details, Qi Jiu probably knows how deep the water is, and these empty words can't catch him.

But there was a faint wave in his heart, and he moved a little bit of thought towards the infinitely perfect future.

He and Yan Shiqing were too far apart, tens of thousands of kilometers across the ocean, Qi Jiu wanted to get closer to him, but he didn't even know which direction to go.

At this time, amidst the chaotic and loud music, Qi Jiu had such thoughts in his heart.

- I don't want to be left behind.

Don't want to hear "you can't do anything if you are told" anymore.

I don't want to be like now, doing blind and useless things, finding no meaning in false happiness.

...How should I approach him?At a distance of tens of thousands of miles, if I step into his circle, can it be counted as one step closer?

I want to hug him, I want to smell his unique pheromones, I want to feel the temperature explode in the palm of my hand.

I want to watch the new movie with him, I want to go to the pet store, will I buy a parrot on a whim, I want to hold hands and go around every corner of the city.

I want to hold him, I want to kiss him, I want to cling.

I want to do with him what all lovers should do and want to do.

I want to say I like it, don't mix it with mechanical current, I want the faint touch of air vibration spreading in the ear canal.

I want to know the width of the corners of his mouth when he speaks, the emotion in his eyes, and the trajectory of every strand of hair.

Want to kiss him on a rainy day, want to ride after pink cumulus clouds, want to hear that he loves me.

Think, think, think, think, think.

I want to talk about the most ordinary love.

so bitter.

The wine is also bitter.

The information of the explosion suddenly gathered, probably due to excessive alcohol intake, Qi Jiu's brain suddenly felt a sharp pain.

it hurts.

Holding the wine glass, he quickly smiled: "...Sorry, I still don't have much plans."

The boss was still unwilling to give up, so he added him a WeChat.

The brain paralyzed by alcohol was tired of socializing, Qi Jiu didn't refuse any more, and passively agreed to the other party's request.

His whim at this moment can only be regarded as the embers of winter, with sparks shining, and if he doesn't think about it, he will be blown out quickly.

It's a pity that Qi Jiu can't forget it.

He realized later that this should not be an annihilation of the fire, but perhaps a seedling that was about to break its shell, the moment the wind chimes rang, and the second before life was born.

Or maybe it was just the unforeseen pimples of adolescence, or maybe it was just too much alcohol that night to blow the flames out.

Flickering light and dark, scratching the heart and liver.

Qi Jiu chose a day, and still called Yan Shiqing.

He sat up, hugged Xiaoguai, with a thick quilt piled on his body, calculated the time difference between the two of them several times, and estimated the time when Yan Shiqing would wake up.

Beep, beep.

Qi Jiu counted.

He thought that if the call hadn't been answered, he would never have such an idea again.

As always, these thoughts are stuffed into the moldy pillow.

beep--

Ninth time, the call was connected.

Qi Jiu wanted to open his mouth, but his vocal cords seemed to be pinched by someone.

The opposite party had already spoken first, calling Qi Jiu's name several times.

Qi Jiu was at a loss, all the written manuscripts melted, and he hung up the phone in a panic.

He felt thirsty for no reason, his heart was beating fast, and he watched a new call coming from the phone screen soon.

Gasping for breath, Qi Jiu realized that some hairs on the rabbit's neck had been wet with his own sweat, and looked at him innocently while sniffling.

He tried to breathe steadily, and pressed the answer button when he counted to No. 13 seconds.

His fingers were still shaking, Qi Jiu bent his legs, put the rabbit on his ankle, and covered his gland with the other hand.

With his head down, he stammered and told Yan Shiqing what he thought in an unsteady voice.

This time it was Yan Shiqing who was silent.

But he didn't hesitate for too long, and categorically refused.

"Qi Jiu, it's not as easy as you imagined." Yan Shiqing arranged five announcements that day, and took a little time in the morning to think about his words.

"Wait a little longer, wait a little longer, I..."

"But I don't want to wait anymore." Qi Jiu interrupted him, "Yan Shiqing, I don't want to wait anymore."

Qi Jiu heard that it was raining outside again, falling on the glass roof, making it very annoying.

In the middle of the night, his emotions came suddenly, like a cluster of epiphyllum blooming in the rain, slowly peeling off the outermost shell.

He still doesn't know what answer he wants, but the sudden emotion consumes most of his reason.

He originally had many reasons to confront Yan Shiqing, and there were many sentences that could make the other party speechless.

For example, why don't you consider my opinion when you make a decision, for example, I don't know how long I can wait for you, for example, you don't have much right to interfere with me.

But in the end, only three words came out of his mouth: "I want it."

I will.

How ridiculous, as if he suddenly lost 20 years old and was still at the age when he would cry if he didn't get a doll.

But when Qi Jiu hardly had such self-willedness, Qi Yan taught him well and persuaded others with reason.

He kept his own law and order, obediently obeyed, met all Qi Yan's expectations, and grew up healthily and happily.

But on this night when the rain was flooding the floor, Qi Jiu realized that he seemed to have finally ushered in adolescence that was over ten years late.

This kind of stage that has never been experienced before, with a passion and unyielding energy to fight against everything.

Willful, arrogant, unscrupulous, unreasonable.

Yan Shiqing paused for two seconds, and when he heard his child's reply, his first reaction was to think it was funny.

He was about to speak again, but just as he started talking, the phone was hung up.

The rain outside the window turned into color patches, and the phone was still flashing for incoming calls, Qi Jiu froze for a while, then raised his hand to cover the phone and pushed it to the far window sill.

He raised the quilt, hid in the bed, blocked his ears, and didn't listen to the sound of the rain.

Xiaoguai was in his arms, Qi Jiu thought about it, got out his head and lifted the rabbit up.

He lay on his back, looked into the rabbit's obsidian eyes, and put it back in his arms.

The rabbit must have been frightened, its tail was shaking non-stop.

Qi Jiu stroked the fluff on its back over and over again, rubbed the little boy's drooping ears, thinking:

If only it was a rabbit.

Rabbits are clingy, soft, like to be tired of being with others, and will die when they are lonely.

If only we were all rabbits.