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

Qi Jiu was in a daze, falling into the sea of ​​bitter tea, all sounds were indistinct, as if separated by a layer of fog.

He was a little hypoxic, and he seemed to hear something in the haze, but it wasn't real. He didn't know if it was the wind passing through the valley in the movie, or his own hallucinations under the background of the atmosphere.

Today is different from the past, Yan Shiqing is too proficient, and before the separation, he even bit his lower lip lightly, showing a little reluctance.

He held the back of Qi Jiu's head to prevent him from dodging, and kissed his eyes and eyebrows again, like the aftertaste after a love affair.

Qi Jiu's breathing was unsteady, and he felt the dizzy tears at the end of his eyes being sucked away, so dry that his heart was a little hot.

He let go of Yan Shiqing, shrunk away and snatched it aside, and covered the corners of his mouth in an attempt to conceal, the broken light gleamed in his eyes: "What are you talking about..."

bell--

The shrill, piercing phone ringing suddenly broke the ambiguous atmosphere between the two.

Qi Jiu was flustered for a moment, somehow feeling as if he had been caught, and frantically took out his phone, only to find that it was Qi Yan who called.

Yan Shiqing also moved a little away, motioning for him to pick it up, while tidying up Qi Jiu's messed-up clothes with his hands free.

Qi Jiu answered the phone with an increasingly serious expression. After hanging up the phone, he informed in a hesitant tone:

"My mother...was hospitalized and had surgery."

He was a little sluggish, his pupils shook slightly, and he couldn't make a sound when he spoke again.

He found his fingers trembling uncontrollably, and the next moment Yan Shiqing clasped him tightly.

"It's okay." Yan Shiqing pulled him up and said again, "It's okay."

"Let's go."

So this date was hastily interrupted, and no one had the energy to think about those untraceable questions, such as whether Qi Jiu heard that sentence, such as whether Yan Shiqing conveyed his voice well to him.

Qi Jiu and Yan Shiqing hurried to the hospital, their hearts were still pounding when they were sitting in the car, and they couldn't calm down no matter what.

"I have to make a call to the company." He took a deep breath, "And the crew, the filming schedule may be postponed."

"I told Yang Xiao." Yan Shiqing drove the car with a calm voice, "It doesn't matter to the crew, you can go after adjusting your state."

Qi Jiu was taken aback, and stopped pulling out his phone.

"I have already contacted the hospital, hired the best attending physician, and changed to a high-end ward." Yan Shiqing continued.

"Don't worry too much, we will go as fast as possible."

The expression on his face didn't change much, but he had already done something reassuring quietly.

Qi Jiu still felt out of breath, pressed his temples, looked at the receding scenery outside the window, and said after a while: "I want to take medicine."

"...It's in the box." He said, his eyes quickly swept over Qi Jiu, "but if it's motion sickness, there's candy next to it."

Qi Jiu wasn't motion sick, and he didn't have a headache, he just wanted some tranquilizer to soothe his nerves out of habit.

He opened the drawer in front of the co-pilot and saw a pile of skittles, and only found two cans of stabilizer in the corner.

As if he was afraid that he would find it, the medicine was inside and covered with thick sugar, but he was afraid that he would feel really uncomfortable, so he put two bottles.

Qi Jiu hesitated for a moment, but still only took the candy.

Yan Shiqing seemed to relax a little bit, seeing him grab a handful of candy and swallow it, and asked if he felt better.

Qi Jiu was still frowning, and said in a low voice, "No."

Qi Yan suddenly fainted at work yesterday. When she was sent to the hospital, she found a tumor in her brain and needed a craniotomy.

When Qi Jiu arrived at the hospital, she had already been moved to a senior ward. There was also an uncle in the ward, both of whom had round hair.

The uncle was peeling the apple, and peeled out a thin and unbroken skin, which he happily showed off to Qi Yan.

"Mom!" Qi Jiu rushed over and started shouting at the door of the ward, "What's the matter? What did the doctor say? Is the risk high? When will you have the operation? Why didn't you tell me earlier!"

"Run slowly, don't disturb the patient." Qi Yan was still in a good mood, and after a few words, he answered one by one, "There is not much discomfort, benign tumor, the risk is not high, cooperate with the doctor to actively Treatment, surgery the day after tomorrow."

"I'll tell you that." She paused after finishing speaking, and then nodded to introduce her uncle, "That's your Uncle Zhang, who brought you to meet before."

Zhang Heng was the person in charge of Qi Yan's previous investigation and matchmaking at the grassroots level. He was born in a simple village. He is a strong and enthusiastic beta. He fell in love with Qi Yan at first sight. After chasing him for a while, he established a relationship with her at the beginning of the year.

"Xiaojiu, Xiaojiu, I always listen to your mother talking about you, and I finally saw myself today." He laughed when Qi Jiu stepped into the ward, showing his white teeth, "You are so handsome, come and eat some fruit .”

There is no reason for people in the hospital to give fruits to people who are visiting, but the uncle kept stuffing them into his hands as if he didn't know the embarrassment: "It's so good that it was delivered in the ward. Your mother just tasted a fruit." , it's sweet."

"That's Xiaoyan in the back, isn't it? Don't just stick around, come and sit inside. I can live in this high-end ward thanks to you." He happily wiped the knife and put it away, putting it in Qi Yan's hands. to the place.

"There are also nurses who come here to shave their heads. Just now, you and Auntie Qi were comparing whose head is rounder." He is quite familiar with himself, and can chat with people he has never met, "Do you know that Xiao Jiu's mother is so stubborn?" Temper, tired and unwilling to spend money on the job, I can't even talk to her, you have to be good."

Qi Jiu has only met him twice, and has a delicate relationship with his stepfather.

He had always wanted to talk to Qi Yan, but had to be patient and listen to him. Qi Yan noticed it and interrupted him at the right time: "Zhang Heng, I want to drink water."

Uncle Zhang talked a lot, but his EQ was not so low, so he immediately got out of the ward, but before he left, he specifically asked Qi Jiu: "Xiao Jiu, you should talk more about your mother, she is sick. I don’t want to tell you yet.”

"I said I told you that I was afraid you would be worried. How could this be the case? I said that Mu Sheng had performed an operation on his own to make you even more worried." His mother-in-law talked a lot, and did not forget to take Yan Shiqing away , "Talk, Xiaoyan and I will get water."

Yan Shiqing was very cooperative, nodding his head to greet Qi Yan: "Aunt Qi."

"You guys go, I'll chat with Xiaojiu for a while." Qi Yan smiled at him, "Thank you for your hard work, I still need to make a trip in such a busy schedule."

Yan Shiqing's face remained unchanged, his eyes swept over Qi Jiu, and he expressed his reassurance with his eyes: "It's nothing."

They walked out one after the other, and Qi Jiu sat down beside Qi Yan: "Is this true? You didn't intend to tell me?"

Qi Yan's eyes were full of pity, and she raised her hand to rub Qi Jiu's head: "You tend to think too much, I'm afraid you worry too much, you are already busy, and it affects your filming status."

Qi Jiu was a little angry, and even wanted to avoid her touching him: "How can you think so!"

"That's why Zhang Heng persuaded me later." Qi Yan smiled apologetically, "I think it is indeed the case. You may be more worried if you had the surgery quietly."

Qi Jiu was still not very happy, and his lips were pouted.

He looked at Qi Yan's originally black hair with only green skin left, and his heart ached terribly, and he said sullenly, "I'm going to shave my hair too."

"Aren't you listening to me at all? You want to make a movie." Qi Yan smiled, "The same goes for Zhang Heng. He insisted on shaving and said I couldn't do it, and he did the same."

Qi Jiu fell silent, grabbed Qi Yan's hand and held it, visibly worried.

"It's okay, I've seen the doctor that Xiaoyan replaced, he's very authoritative." Instead, she came over to comfort Qi Jiu, "I believe I'll be fine, and you also trust your mother, good luck."

Qi Yan's facial features are delicate, and after shaving her hair, it doesn't make her look barbaric, so she chatted softly with him about other topics to divert her attention: "How are you and Xiaoyan doing?"

"...It's okay." Qi Jiu only responded vaguely, and quickly adjusted back, not making a dejected look in front of Qi Yan, "Where are you and Uncle Zhang?"

Qi Yan could tell what he was thinking just by looking at his expression, and mercilessly pointed it out: "I still don't like you, Uncle Zhang."

The expression on Qi Jiu's face froze a little, and he explained palely: "There is nothing I don't like."

Looking into Qi Yan's gentle eyes, he said slowly, "I just feel that..." I don't deserve it.

It has nothing to do with gender or social status. Even if there is an alpha with a million-dollar contract, Qi Jiu still feels that he is not good enough for his mother.

Qi Yan probably guessed what he was thinking, covered her mouth and smiled for a while: "Then you are the same as me then."

"what?"

"Xiao Yan." Her brows and eyes were full of smiles, "I don't think he is good enough for you."

Qi Jiu's heart skipped a beat.

He was at a loss and was caught off guard by such a belated evaluation, but he didn't know whether to ask the bottom line first, or rush to explain.

He and Yan Shiqing had already broken up, and they had come to the present because of an agreement, but the first thing Qi Jiu felt was an unimaginable protective emotion.

Qi Yan didn't give him time to talk, she rubbed Qi Jiu's knuckles with her fingertips, and continued: "But in fact, with Zhang Heng, I get far more happiness than I can show. "

"He knows that the people on my side don't think very well of him, but he doesn't care, because he knows that only he can take me to find the poppies that grow in the north of the mountain, and only he can take me on the horse Beautiful and wild horse."

Recalling this, she smiled again: "Including when I was admitted to the hospital yesterday, I actually had a breakdown, but with him here, I feel at ease."

Qi Jiu probably understood what she meant. Some of her emotions could not be exposed in front of her relatives. She was used to digesting herself in the past, but now she can express it to another person. This is a good thing.

But Qi Jiu still felt that there would be an...unexplainable astringency in his heart, and it would spread in his stomach for a while before dissipating.

"So, don't worry about me. After all, I am living my life, and I will be responsible for my feelings." She shook Qi Jiu's hand and said every word, "You too, don't always wrong yourself."

Qi Jiu always felt that she meant something.

The relationship between him and Qi Yan is better than that of too many families, but they still have other things that they refuse to tell each other without telling each other.

For example, the case of Qi Yan being hospitalized, or the case of breaking up with Yan Shiqing.

But when Qi Jiu looked at Qi Yan's warm eyes and her loving eyes, he felt that Qi Yan knew everything.

Even if he and Yan Shiqing have been creating scandals recently, even if they still appear here together.

Qi Jiu came this time to condolence to Qi Yan, but he always felt that he poured a handful of nitrogen-rich water on the verge of withering.

Suddenly, Qi Jiu wanted to ask her what to do.

He had long been trapped in the alley where he couldn't see the way clearly, he didn't know the way forward, and he didn't know the way back.

So Qi Jiu did this, he hooked Qi Yan's finger, and asked nonchalantly: "Mom, what do you think..."

Halfway through his speech, he felt that his vocal cords were astringent, sorting out complicated emotions, and it took him a long time to say the second half of the sentence:

"Do you think he and I can be together well?"