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

Qi Jiu failed this time, his emotions were not properly swallowed by sleep at night, and when he woke up, he still only felt a sense of confusion with no direction.

The continuous rain evaporated into fog, invading all vision, and in the suffocating oppression, Qi Jiu could not find his way out, nor his way back.

He made a hasty decision in the aftertaste of the heat.

It was the first time in Qi Jiu's life that he was so reckless, and with a feeling of anger, he stepped into a brand new field.

This is hardly a good thing, at least for Yan Shiqing.

He hid and tucked Qi Jiu to prevent him from being exposed to the public. He worked hard for so long just to prevent him from stepping into this muddy water, but he didn't think that the other party would step in easily.

It was hard for Yan Shiqing not to be angry.

But he couldn't help being angry, he and Qi Jiu were like walking on thin ice, as if they were facing an abyss, a single hair would affect the whole body, and they couldn't even quarrel like a couple.

He realized that there should be no more mistakes between himself and Qi Jiu, not even a cold war, every action would lead to a breakup.

Qi Jiu was waiting, and so was Yan Shiqing.

He seized every opportunity, waiting for things to turn around, or more simply, just waiting for the right time and place to chat with Qi Jiu face to face.

He couldn't wait, and in the end he squeezed out the time to get on the plane back home.

Because Xiaoguai is dead.

The rabbit that Qi Jiu cherished with his broom, accompanied him through the silent night, and told countless thoughts, died peacefully a few days before the beginning of summer.

When my aunt found it, it was in the vegetable field in the backyard.

There was a lot of sun at the end of late spring, and it seemed that it was not good at taking care of itself. It died of the sun while taking a nap in the sun, and died of a very ridiculous reason.

At that time, Qi Jiu had signed with the company for the past three months, and he stopped singing in bars, and trained with a bunch of trainees who were several years younger than him.

Their company couldn't sign a few good seedlings, so they spent a lot of money to send him to the talent show. Qi Jiu was selected because he chose to pinch a puppy with a balloon for ten seconds during the talent show.

Qi Jiu didn't expect too much about his debut, thinking that after recording one or two episodes, he would go back to his hometown happily. Before leaving, he only asked his aunt to feed some rabbits every day and go out easily.

The lifespan of a rabbit is seven to 12 years old. In this way, his little boy is an upright young man, and he can still accompany him for many years.

He still figured out that he couldn't play with his mobile phone when he went to the island, so when should he quietly ask his aunt to pick up the rabbit food and the little woolen hat he bought.

On the day the rabbit died, the aunt was so flustered that she didn't dare to tell Qi Jiu.

She knew how much Qi Jiu cherished this rabbit, and wondered if this fault would be spread to her, she was panicked and called the other owner of the villa.

Yan Shiqing had just joined the group and got the news while he was reading the script.

This time the director was very talkative, and he agreed to let him go back while changing the script.

So Yan Shiqing left in a hurry and returned in a hurry, just to bury the rabbit.

The corpse of the rabbit that had been dead for ten hours began to harden, and it felt strange to the touch.

The feeling like an electric shock is transmitted from the fingers to the nerve center, which makes the skeletal muscles tremble and a series of goose bumps appear.

Yan Shiqing buried it next to the rabbit's nest, and Qi Jiugang planted a sunflower there.

The weather was fine that day, the sunflowers were growing vigorously, and the flowering period had not yet come, and the eyes were full of verdant green.

The fishy smell of the soil carried the special smell of broken plant roots, which attacked his nasal cavity and became a special Putrus effect.

Yan Shiqing remembers this day, the stinging pain of the sun falling on his hair for a long time, the discomfort of getting into the soil between his fingers, and the escape of the dug up earthworms.

But Yan Shiqing couldn't remember what mood he was in when he was doing these things.

He buried the rabbit very well, made a small tombstone, and doubted whether he had laughed just now on a sunny day.

He touched the corners of his mouth with his muddy fingers, guessing the extent just now, trying to make himself look calm.

Seeing that he stayed in the garden for too long, the aunt hesitated and asked him if he wanted to make dinner.

Yan Shiqing refused, and left after catching the nearest flight. On the way to leave, he sent a message to Qi Jiu to tell him the bad news.

Qi Jiu was recording the show and was busy until three or four in the morning. When he returned to the dormitory and quietly turned on his phone, he felt struck by lightning.

It should be because he stayed up too long at night, some functions of his brain have begun to rest, and his limbic system can't mobilize his emotions in time.

He was speechless for a while, and when he found his fingers were shaking, he put down his phone, washed and went to bed numbly.

He calmed down unexpectedly, first returned the rabbit food and hat that he hadn't got yet, and went around all the major social platforms before thinking of calling Yan Shiqing.

It was inconvenient for Yan Shiqing to answer, so he sent a message instead.

Qi Jiu wasn't emotionally broken, but revealed a subtle disobedience. He hid the leaking blue light under the blanket, and huddled up to talk to him.

He asked Yan Shiqing when he came and when he left, if he had eaten, and if there was any turbulence on the plane.

He asked Yan Shiqing how the weather was like, whether the filming went well, whether Zhou Zhou made things difficult for him, and whether he was used to eating and living.

He asked Yan Shiqing if he had seen the sunflowers he planted, if he had encountered a beautiful cloud, and if he had said goodbye to his aunt before leaving.

Qi Jiu didn't ask any questions either.

He didn't ask how the rabbit died, where it was buried, and whether he buried it with something it liked.

He didn't ask whether Yan Shiqing's studio was getting better, where it was now, and when it would be considered a result.

Qi Jiu's typing has reached a certain point, and afterimages appear on his fingers, almost poking the screen with a manic speed.

Without even reading the typed content, the green send button was pressed almost as soon as it lit up.

His news is overwhelming, talking about everything, talking about everything, saying that he is a little hungry now, that his roommate always likes to turn the air conditioner on low, and that the team members praised him for singing well.

During this process, his heart speed increased suddenly, which part should have stimulated the secretion of adrenaline, causing the oxygen in the bed to be consumed suddenly.

This seems to be a remedy, he seems to be using these messages to break the ice, as if the two of them still miss the past, there is endless love every day, and they can get together with two mobile phones.

The joyful, real, insignificant desire to share suddenly had a movement before dissipating.

It wasn't until Qi Jiu sent a message that he felt that the program instructor was fierce and difficult to get along with, so his movements suddenly stopped.

Then it was withdrawn stiffly.

At this time, his overflowing emotions were recovered, like going back in time before the fireworks exploded, putting everything back in the cage.

Holding the dim screen, Qi Jiu slid up bit by bit with a blue light without warmth in his eyes.

He kept going up, his fingers were cold, and dragged until the rabbit died. After looking at these four words for a long time, he slowly pulled up.

The previous message record came from the day before yesterday.

Yan Shiqing said in the message that he was too busy yesterday and forgot.

Then tell him that the weather over there is fine.

Going forward, it became Yan Shiqing's soliloquy alone.

He posted every day, one sentence every day, about the same content every day, and lasted for nearly a month without getting any response from Qi Jiu.

He is really not good at chatting, either telling him that it is sunny, or that there are clouds in the southeast, other than that, it seems that there is no other topic to talk about.

A week later, Yan Shiqing said he didn't want him to go to the draft, and Qi Jiu said oh.

--Oh.

Qi Jiu closed his eyes.

I was facing the electronic screen for too long just now, and it was too sore when I closed it again, and my eyes were very uncomfortable.

Qi Jiu squeezed the phone, curled up into a ball, hugged himself, and coaxed himself to sleep.

He couldn't sleep, he could feel his eye sockets burning, but his body was terribly cold at the beginning of summer.

Qi Jiu didn't cry. His eyes were too dry and he was too tired to cry.

He just huddled himself a little tighter so that the temperature wouldn't run too fast.

He was like a piece of hardened iron that was thrown into cold water unexpectedly, and was forced to cool down in the splashing water vapor around him.

Qi Jiu thought, it's better not to lose your temper in the future.

He realized that during his reckless, willful, and unreasonable period, he was about to lose two treasures he loved.

The pain came too slowly, pressing towards the center of the bed like ink blots.

Qi Jiu's puberty, which was too late, came in a hurry in late spring, and ended disastrously that night.