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

What does it mean?

Qi Jiu was in a daze, unable to speak.

He wasn't nervous at all now, his heart beating came from another emotion, and it was painful to scratch his heart.

The key point is that Yan Shiqing didn't explain at all, Ye Rui tactfully asked him to go out half an hour before the opening, but he really left.

You wait a minute!Qi Jiu wanted to stomp his feet anxiously behind him.

How did you go away so easily, what about your attachments!What about your persistence!

Is this a marriage proposal?This is not it!

I told him so many times no!He shouldn't do it the other way around!

...Besides, if this can be regarded as a marriage proposal, isn't it a little too hasty? ?

Qi Jiu felt like sitting on pins and needles, hesitating to speak to Yan Shiqing's back.

Ye Rui saw his restless expression, then glanced at the ring on his hand:  …

"Teacher Qi." She felt that the broken diamonds made her eyes hurt a little, and she coughed lightly to bring Qi Jiu's thoughts back, "The performance is about to begin, why don't you..."

"Huh? Huh." Qi Jiu's face was inexplicably hot, and he covered it with the back of his hand to lower his temperature quickly.

He glanced at the ring, and then hastily looked away as if he had been scalded.

He was at a loss and turned around the ring, hesitating for a long time but still couldn't bear to take it off, he could only ask Ye Rui with a guilty conscience: "Why don't we ask the make-up teacher if we can bring this on the stage..."

Ye Rui nodded immediately: "I'll ask right away."

She left in a hurry, leaving Qi Jiu alone in the lounge, staring at the base of her fingers for a long time, before he sighed deeply.

Fortunately, his state did not affect too much, so he adjusted back in time and rushed to the waiting field.

Lin Beisheng whistled when he saw his ring, and asked jokingly, "So fast?"

Qi Jiu shook his head and explained palely, "It's not what you think."

After he finished speaking, he calmed down, and without Lin Beisheng's reminder, he put all his attention back on the stage.

Yan Shiqing was indeed in the best position in the middle of the stage, and Qi Jiu could see him as soon as he lowered his head.

But Qi Jiu was a little worried that he would be distracted, so he didn't look over there.

When it was his turn to say the closing speech after the performance, he adjusted his breath and glanced over there quietly.

Their group didn't have many fans, and the tickets at the scene were sold for less than a thousand. The company simply bought a wetland and set up a stage shelf on the grass.

At this moment, the spotlight only fell on Qi Jiu, and it spontaneously vented down, illuminating his whole body brightly.

The tip of the nose, the tails of the eyes, the collarbone, including the ring on his hand that doesn't match other decorations.

Qi Jiu was not breathing evenly, and his eyes were shining.

He couldn't see Yan Shiqing's exact appearance on stage, but he knew that direction he was in.

So looking at him, Qi Jiu finally said, "I—"

Then the first petals slowly fell.

At that time, Qi Jiu didn't know what this meant. He looked at the flower that flashed past his eyes in astonishment, and all his words were interrupted by the roar of the propeller.

Afterwards, the pink spring descended from the sky.

Qi Jiu looked up and found that a helicopter had appeared above the stage at some point, spinning and sprinkled rose petals, most of which landed on him.

Layers upon layers, like a dream.

At an altitude of 80 meters, a bright spring blooms at the end of midsummer.

Only then did he vaguely realize that it seemed that Yan Shiqing had secretly prepared this for him.

The audience in the audience exclaimed, and even the team members on the stage cried out shallowly, looking up to the sky.

But Qi Jiu looked away, and after the initial surprise passed, only a helpless smile filled the air.

What is this?

He thought, looking in Yan Shiqing's direction.

How could you figure out how to use a helicopter to throw flower petals? Isn't this a bit pompous and rustic?

But when he looked up with a smile on his face, he found that Yan Shiqing raised his hand and raised a dark green light stick the moment he met his gaze.

His face was illuminated by a dim light, and Qi Jiu could finally see him clearly.

Yan Shiqing's eyes were serious and firm, and on nights that didn't belong to him, he talked about his love wantonly.

Stupid, but true.

This seemed to be a signal, with him as the center, people raised light sticks one after another.

They didn't even know each other, they just followed the instructions, gradually turned on the light, and the fireworks spread to the surrounding area.

The spreading fluorescent sticks create a green sea that undulates and rushes towards the skyline.

Lights came on, looming, scattered around the grass.

Yan Shiqing couldn't bring the spectacle of [-] degrees north and south latitude. He clumsily imitated and copied jerkyly, bringing Qi Jiu an artificial starry sky.

It extends all the way to the city's boundary line, all the way to the side where the sun comes.

Flickering, shaking, continuous, flickering.

Qi Jiu's eyes widened and his lips parted slightly, slowly enjoying the silent performance.

At the end of the summer that has faded, his heart is unbearably hot.

The sweat that hadn't dissipated after the dance slid down the back, and the restlessness jumped up from the soles of the feet, filling the heart at a turbulent speed.

So, so happy.

His skeletal muscles were trembling slightly, his vision was shaken, his adrenaline soared and his breathing was not smooth, and the thoughts of overexposure quickly jumped out of his throat.

Want to hug, want to scream, want to run and dance, want to sing and dance, want to rush over and say——

Qi Jiu stopped breathing suddenly and cut off these thoughts.

But he still couldn't stop his excitement, and couldn't stop his heartbeat.

He thought too much for a while, and part of him even felt unreal.

...be brighter than fireworks.

Qi Jiu participated in a performance with less than 1000 people, while Yan Shiqing created a romantic scene with more than 1 people.

Qi Jiu raised his head, and the soft pink petals were intimate with him, caressed his face, and landed on his toes.

The wind is swaying, the lights are moving slowly, trying to create reality in the false, trying to simulate a qualified aurora.

But Qi Jiu saw only Yan Shiqing in the crowd, who was full of astonishment.

It was rare for him to smile like this, and he looked at Qi Jiu from afar, with pride and doting on his brows.

He finally brought a long-planned and intentional enthusiasm.

——Greater than Aurora.

Qi Jiu pinched the microphone, and after a long time of calming down, she couldn't calm down, forgetting all the notes in her stomach.

He has so much to say, but too much to say here.

So he turned to fans, to fans, to strangers, and to Yan Shiqing.

His farewell words were too simple, with thousands of words piled up in his chest, only two words came out of his mouth: "Thank you."

The live time was longer than expected, and several members of the group were still unable to recover from the surprise after the end. They all talked about going to the dinner party and wanted Qi Jiu to bring Yan Shiqing along.

Qi Jiu didn't listen at all, and wanted to run in Yan Shiqing's direction after stepping off the stage.

Yan Shiqing seemed to have expected him to do this early in the morning, and made a special trip to wait for him at the backstage entrance, and firmly caught Qi Jiu who was rushing over.

Qi Jiu's breathing was still undecided, and he threw himself into the arms of the smell of bitter tea, the part that always felt empty in his heart was finally filled slowly.

This time it was fine, no dizziness this time.

Qi Jiu has too many things to say, he wants to ask when he prepared it, what it is, what the ring is about, and whether this counts as... a marriage proposal.

And Yan Shiqing was hugging him, rubbing the tips of his hair with his palms, and only asked if he was happy.

Qi Jiu paused, and took a while to raise his head from his arms: "...happy?"

Yan Shiqing didn't hide the emotion in his eyes, he was expecting and cautious, like a child who took [-] points and wanted to beg for candy.

Qi Jiu and him stared at each other for a long time, and finally realized belatedly——

Yan Shiqing caught him off guard and gave him the ring, spent a lot of money to hire a private jet, and sent people to wave light sticks to create an aurora.

What he did, what he is doing, seems to be responding to the promise he made during his vulnerable period.

He was trying to make Qi Jiu happy.

Qi Jiu's eyes were wide open, he was both surprised and happy, and in the swelling joy, he hid the little regrets.

He looked up at Yan Shiqing, and as before, used his index finger and thumb to measure the distance of one centimeter.

Then turn the thumb up and move it closer to the index finger, turning this gesture into a heart-to-heart gesture.

Qi Jiu smiled brightly, with a crisp voice, and told Yan Shiqing, "Just a little bit."