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

Qi Jiu was in a trance, and he couldn't even respond appropriately to Yan Shiqing.

He was neither brave enough to promise aloud, nor cowardly enough to falter and deny himself.

It takes some time for water droplets to pour from streams into rivers, and it takes a certain period of time for ibuprofen to go from swallowing to relieving pain, and it is even more impossible for years of cowardice to be broken by overnight remarks.

It took Qi Jiulian a long time to accept these words. He sat there in a daze, letting Yan Shiqing caress him dully.

"I will accompany you to play this role well." Yan Shiqing's hand rested on his face for a long time as if wanting to obtain some equivalent exchange conditions, "Don't worry."

He seemed to have no better words to say, he hadn't promised Qi Jiu too much, even the word "forever" that came out of his mouth was absurd.

But this unreliable rhetoric was surprisingly convincing at this moment, causing Qi Jiu's faltering emotions to shrink suddenly, and then fell heavily.

Qi Jiu was wary not to let himself have too high expectations, but he still couldn't help lowering his eyes and holding Yan Shiqing's hand back.

He let out a sigh of relief, not daring to expose his nasal voice too clearly, and just said, "Yes."

At this point, the two of them didn't think much about the hot search in the business. They were eager to go back and start studying the script now, so they hurried home.

Although it wasn't bloody, Qi Jiu felt more like a dose of glucose was injected into his veins, and he got enough energy to support him to go back and turn on the light to read the script twice, and even wrote a biography of the characters by himself.

The role he plays is an older brother who is stupid due to an accident. In the story, there is a tragic sub-cp line, from the favored son of heaven to the abandoned son pushed by the family to marry, and finally died during the treatment.

Liu Yaoliu likes to write this kind of characters very much recently, and she writes every word in a few words, and writes in a few words to the hearts of the people.

Qi Jiu had a headache holding it. It seemed that he was a difficult character who wanted to make the audience cry. He was always worried that his acting skills were not enough to express this ignorant pain.

He went back and forth to figure out the content related to himself many times, and the next morning he tiptoed around the door of the guest bedroom, and when Yan Shiqing opened the door, he handed over the biography, eagerly wanting to show him: "I, yesterday I— —”

Yan Shiqing frowned, staring at the sudden dark circles under Qi Jiu's eyes, before he could finish speaking, he dragged Qi Jiu around and stuffed him on the bed.

Qi Jiu's skin quality is very good, and he didn't break out any acne after staying up all night, but he looked a bit haggard.

He refused to sleep, took Yan Shiqing's hand, pointed to a few pages of thin paper and explained seriously:

"I sorted out the short biography yesterday. I don't know if there is anything I didn't understand. I would like to ask you to read it and send it to Teacher Liu."

Yan Shiqing: "I won't watch until you sleep."

Qi Jiu suddenly became angry.

He stayed up all night and was a little bit over the top, and his spirit was a little excited by the disordered hormones. He sat on the edge of the bed puffing up and hugged Yan Shiqing's arm, looking at alpha sullenly.

He acted like a koala, embracing Yan Shiqing's arm, but his strength was not strong at all, and Yan Shiqing could pull away with a little effort.

But Yan Shiqing was still held in place by this insignificant force.

He and Qi Jiu stood in a stalemate for a while, and finally stared at the bloodshot eyes of Qi Jiu, and pushed him to bed cruelly: "There is still more time."

Qi Jiu panicked for a moment, stretched out his hand but only grabbed Yan Shiqing's clothes: "Not much more."

"Many, there are still at least two weeks left before joining the group. I'm going to shoot a show tomorrow, and I'm going to see Xue Yue in the afternoon. Your manager will bring a new assistant to pick you up later." He said a lot at once, "First Keep your spirits up."

Qi Jiu curled up on the bed, facing Yan Shiqing, and after a long time of reacting, he muttered, "How do you know?"

Yan Shiqing didn't answer, but tucked the quilt up to his chin for him, only showing a small face, "Go to sleep."

The bed was still warm, and the faint smell of bitter tea seemed to be there. The sun had only risen halfway, and the light was blocked by the heavy curtains.

Qi Jiu doubted this question countless times. The bitter tea was obviously refreshing, but he always sank at Yan Shiqing's place with peace of mind.

It was clear that he was very energetic just now, but when he lay on the bed, he was overwhelmed by a surge of fatigue, making Qi Jiu's eyelids heavy.

He twisted and nestled in the corner close to Yan Shiqing, stubbornly clung to him, and blinked only once to prevent himself from brewing drowsiness for a long time, his eyes were red from the heat.

He looked extremely aggrieved, with his mouth puckered, and he mumbled: "It's all your fault."

"...Um?"

"You shouldn't have such high expectations of me." Qi Jiu Nuonuo said, raising her hand to rub her eyes.

But because I was too tired, my hands were still in the corners of my eyes and I lost my strength. The more I said the second half of the sentence, my voice became softer: "If I can't do well, I will let you down..."

Yan Shiqing didn't let him finish his sentence, and the only emotion that welled up in his eyes was helplessness.

He stretched out his hand and flicked Qi Jiu's forehead lightly, trying to get rid of the other party's thoughts.

There was a slight "snap" when the fingertips touched the skin, and his voice was quieter than this, and he couldn't get to Qi Jiu at all: "Stupid."

Qi Jiu slept until noon, awakened by the smell of chicken soup.

He stared blankly at the unfamiliar ceiling of the guest bedroom for a while, carefully sniffing the bitter tea smell in the air, slowly recalling whether he had done anything stupid again.

After a minute of blank mind, Qi Jiu turned over and got out of bed, paused when he stepped on the floor barefoot, looked around to find the pair of bull slippers and put them on.

Yan Shiqing was in the living room on the first floor, sitting where Qi Jiu could see it when he opened the door, wearing gloves, taking the cores of the cherries one by one, and the biography full of comments was at hand.

"Did you sleep well?" He was very keen, his ears flicked the moment the door opened, and he pointed at Cherry succinctly, "Eat."

Qi Jiu nodded vigorously, his face was a little red from the pressure, and when he walked beside him, he stretched his neck to read the biography.

Yan Shiqing turned the paper over to prevent him from looking at it, and said again: "Eat."

So Qi Jiu was forced to hold the pot of cherries with only pulp, and was stared at by Yan Shiqing and stuffed into his mouth. Smelling the aroma of food in the air, he asked, "Is... in the kitchen?"

"Aunt Liu." Yan Shiqing replied, "I was in my hometown before, but I just came back recently."

Qi Jiu was stunned, dropped the basin and ran towards the kitchen. Halfway through, his voice started to drift: "Aunt Liu! You're back!"

Aunt Liu was still skimming the chicken fat, when she heard his voice, she hurriedly put down the spoon and wiped her hand on the apron several times awkwardly: "Hey, Xiaojiu...I..."

Qi Jiu was so happy, he jumped up and gave her a hug first: "Long time no see."

Aunt Liu has a very gentle personality and loves Qi Jiu very much. She taught him a lot of cooking and gardening skills, and also treated him like a second son.

She was very restrained at first, but it was only when Qi Jiu hugged her that she calmed down slowly, and explained to him in a rambling manner: "I haven't done this business since I left your place. Just in time for my daughter-in-law to give birth, I will go back to my hometown to take care of her daughter-in-law." I have been a child for two years."

She paused, hesitated for a moment before picking up the topic: "Including the matter of Xiaoguai, I have always felt sorry for you, so I just..."

"It's okay, it's not Aunt Liu's fault." Qi Jiu smiled, and quickly skipped the topic in order to turn the page, "Is this stewed mushroom chicken? I really like it."

"That's right." Aunt Liu nodded quickly, "Mr. Yan said you haven't had a good rest, so make some soup."

Qi Jiu paused slightly when he heard this, and turned his head to look at Yan Shiqing, but found that Yan Shiqing had appeared at the kitchen door at some point, silently watching him chatting with Aunt Liu.

After receiving Qi Jiu's gaze, Yan Shiqing quickly spread his arms and faced Qi Jiu in a large font.

Qi Jiu:?

...Is this waiting for me to hug?