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

When Qi Jiu saw Yan Shiqing returning to the ward, he quickly suppressed his emotions, and still smiled properly when he looked up at him.

Yan Shiqing walked straight towards him, lowered his head and looked at him carefully for a long time, still recalling Zhang Heng's words in his mind.

Then he stretched out his hand and pressed the corner of Qi Jiu's mouth down.

Qi Jiu: "...what are you doing?"

Yan Shiqing said, "It's not a good smile."

He moved his fingers up, past Qi Jiu's face, from the corner of his eyes to sweep the entire lying silkworm back, and said, "Don't cry."

Qi Jiu was a little ashamed of being tormented by him. Seeing that there were two adults watching, he became angry and wanted to push him away: "I didn't."

Qi Yan looked at them and smiled, Zhang Heng stood on the edge of the bed and held her hand: "It's different when young people fall in love."

Qi Yan shook her head, but did not reply.

When the meal time was approaching, Yan Shiqing found someone to deliver the meal, and after the doctor came again to check that there were no problems in other places, Qi Yan urged them to go back.

"I'm really fine. I always cooperate with the doctor to maintain a positive and optimistic attitude." Qi Yan said, "You can come back tomorrow when you are free. I have Zhang Heng to accompany me."

Qi Jiu still seemed very hesitant, and his eyes wavered between Qi Yan and Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng saw it, and rubbed his shoulders to send him out: "You two go back, and let me be alone with your mother for a while."

"...Then if you have anything, you must tell me." Qi Jiu told Qi Yan with a worried face, "Uncle Zhang, you have to supervise her and tell me."

Qi Yan nodded helplessly behind him, listening to her son still rambling uneasy.

"Tell me what you want to eat and what you're missing." Qi Jiu turned around every step of the way, "I'll come to see you tomorrow."

He walked to the door and looked back eagerly: "You will be fine tomorrow."

"How can you talk like that." Qi Yan laughed at him, sat on the bed and waved her hands, "Go, see you tomorrow."

Qi Yan's operation was the day after tomorrow, and Qi Jiu took two days off from the production team, and he only went to the hospital these days.

The crew didn't have much opinion of him, but the company was troublesome.

Qi Jiu's original contract was about to expire, and the company wanted to keep him, but they couldn't afford a big price to protect him from being poached, so they had to entrust Yang Xiao to play the emotional card.

"Jiubao, I think you can just do what you want." Yang Xiao was rushed before Qi Yan's operation, and had to make a phone call with Qi Jiu.

But what he said was completely different from what the company explained: "You see, whether you want to go to Yan Shiqing's place or sign with other big companies, it doesn't mean that you have to stay here."

"I know you are soft-hearted, but you can't always be kidnapped by morality, don't feel that you can't save yourself." He didn't change his mother-in-law's character on the other end of the phone, and murmured, "Your own future is the most important thing. I still hope you can have a better development platform.”

Yang Xiao paused for a moment, then brought the topic back in a calm tone: "How is your mother? Can't you come to visit me? I've already bought a big fruit basket."

"There is no other problem with the body. Visiting patients should only be after the operation." Qi Jiu replied with a smile, her voice was a little stiff, "Thank you Brother Xiaoxiao, I will seriously consider it in the next few days."

Yang Xiao said to let him take care of the family affairs first, and he will go to the company to procrastinate, so don't worry too much.

After Qi Jiu hung up the phone, he was distracted for a while. After September, the weather did not turn cold, and Qiuhu was still doing his best. He stood by the window, letting the sun set in his hair.

There was an old lady downstairs who was taking a walk. Qi Jiu recognized her. She had a bad temper. She lived in the hospital for a long time and no one else came to see her. She lost her temper at the nurse every day.

Qi Jiu watched her staggeringly walking, and after a while, he wanted to turn around and go back to Qi Yan, when he stepped back, he realized that he bumped into someone.

"Aren't you—" He hurriedly apologized, and when he turned around and found that it was Yan Shiqing, he smiled, "What are you doing here?"

Yan Shiqing's eyes drooped, falling on the center of Qi Jiu's eyebrows, and sweeping across his little mole: "You're gone."

Qi Jiu couldn't be seen, he said in advance that he needed to answer a phone call, and the range of activities was also in a place that could be seen when he left the ward, just worried that Yan Shiqing could not find him.

He didn't answer, Yan Shiqing then asked: "What are you thinking?"

The zhennan outside the window is growing very well, and the tip of the leaf has jumped up to four floors, leaving a little phantom in Qi Jiu's eyes.

He followed the old lady from the gap between the leaf shadows, and it took him a long time to point to Yan Shiqing and tell Yan Shiqing, "I'm wondering if I can go for a walk with her now, or if I have a chance to send some condolences there."

"Then maybe she won't have such a big temper, won't vent to the nurse, and the nurse won't hide and cry now." Qi Jiu's tone didn't fluctuate too much, and it wasn't as deliberate as before. its vitality.

"Even if I will stop it every time I encounter it, this kind of thing will not disappear from the root cause, there will always be times when I can't see it."

He said for a while, and there was some self-deprecating laughter in his voice: "Then I realized that I was abusing good people again."

Yan Shiqing looked at him slightly sideways, unable to figure out whether Qi Jiu was blaming himself or introspecting, so he asked, "So do you want to go?"

He pointed in the direction of the old lady with his chin: "with you."

Qi Jiu stopped, unable to make up his mind for a while.

He quickly gave up the entanglement, turned around and looked at Yan Shiqing with a half-smile, a little surprised that he was unconditionally inclined to his choice: "...don't you feel troubled?"

Qi Jiu asked: "I am a person with too much empathy."

Yan Shiqing looked at him silently. Autumn has arrived, but the thick heat has not yet faded from the land.

He shook his head and only replied: "It's just that I can't figure it out, it's not bothering me."

Qi Jiu: "Then if it were you, what would you do?"

"I don't care." Yan Shiqing replied quickly, and then added, "But now that I think about it, my indifference may make you sad, so I will go up and stop her."

Qi Jiu laughed, as vivid and lovely as the nanmu leaves swaying in the wind in early autumn.

Yan Shiqing didn't delve into this matter, and picked up the subject: "Is the call from Yang Xiao about the company's contract renewal?"

Qi Jiu didn't reply. In front of him was an extremely good scene. There was no cloud in the sky, the sky was blue, and the leaves were highly saturated green.

He stood by the window with Yan Shiqing, framed in the painting.

He listened to the sound of the wind, heard someone coughing in the hospital bed, heard cicadas singing in the afternoon, heard the passing of life, heard the cry of a baby, and heard Yan Shiqing ask:

"Do you want to come to my place?"

sieve--

A leaf was blown up by the wind and swept across the field of vision very quickly, but Qi Jiu failed to catch it.

He promised Qi Yan that he would have a good chat with Yan Shiqing, but it was not a suitable time, they should at least be in a suitable place for conversation, and choose a day when everyone was free.

Not on such an unromantic occasion, in a cold building, six hours before surgery.

But Qi Jiu still couldn't stop taking a step forward. He was curious and nervous, and asked, "You invited me because you wanted to tie me up?"

Yan Shiqing was unexpectedly calm, he approached Qi Jiu, but did nothing, just stuck to him: "Not exactly."

"If you think I'm too subjective, you can ask Zhou Qing to talk to you first," he said.

"He wants to make the studio bigger. According to him, if you can sing and act, the behavior of fans is mature, and the future career line can go better. Instead of pushing it to others, it's better to come here and continue to be with me."

Qi Jiu wasn't really listening. He didn't come back to his senses until he caught the last sentence, and wondered, "Why haven't you written a word yet?"

Yan Shiqing asked, "Do you think there will be?"

Qi Jiu wasn't thinking about this question, his consciousness was wandering, and after a brief distraction, he focused on the conversation with Qi Yan before.

Qi Yan said that Zhang Heng would not feel that he was not worthy of her because he could clearly understand his own strengths and know exactly how to make Qi Yan happy.

Probably because the hospital was too boring, Qi Jiu's reaction was slower than before, and he had to deal with too much information at once, so it took two days for this conversation before he vaguely found the common ground among himself.

It was only now that Qi Jiu was slow to realize that he seemed to be Yan Shiqing's moral vane.

Or go back for a while, during the susceptible period, in high school, he was the only one who could hold Yan Shiqing's deadly rein.

The rabbit didn't bite off its own gland in a fit of rage, and the withdrawn teenager didn't stick a knife blade into the pedophile's eye.

Yan Shiqing took him as a reference and used him as the last medicine to maintain his own stability.

Is this something to be proud of?Qi Jiu thought in confusion.

Can I be proud of it?

He paused for too long, and Yan Shiqing thought that he didn't want to answer, and he didn't intend to ask about it anymore.

But Yan Shiqing seemed a little uneasy again, worried that Qi Jiu would get angry, so he didn't dare to touch him rashly, so the rabbit ears ran to Qi Jiu's shoulder and pressed against him.

Qi Jiu didn't notice.

His thoughts had turned away, and he moved to the next occasion in a daze, remembering the sentence they had interrupted by the ringing of the bell two days ago.

So Qi Jiu asked again: "If you don't wash your glands, your disease can't be cured, so what should you do during the susceptible period?"

Yan Shiqing straightened his back and returned easily: "Lock me up."

Just as Qi Jiu wanted to answer "Is this useful?" Yan Shiqing went on to say:

"Or let me monopolize you."

rustling.

The tender green leaves drew arcs on the top of the branches, and the smile in Qi Jiu's eyes gradually disappeared, and the lake that was not yet full was dried in the golden autumn sun.

His attention was then gathered, and he returned to reality, staying at the end of this second.

"You can't monopolize mine." His voice was calm, but he sounded a little dull, but he was discussing this issue with him very seriously.

"That's a big part." Yan Shiqing obviously thought about this issue, just like what Qi Yan said, he wanted to satisfy himself to the greatest extent while keeping his own desires involved.

He said, "I want Qi Jiu who is 70.00% nine."

rustling—

There seemed to be leaves falling from the tip of Qi Jiu's heart.

He didn't even know if he was joking, so he turned his head away, only to see that Yan Shiqing was as cautious as ever.

Slightly pursing his lower lip, his gaze was focused, without the slightest hint of joking.

Facing Yan Shiqing like this, Qi Jiu felt a little teased in a weird way, and deliberately asked, "You also need bad ones?"

Yan Shiqing said: "The bad ones too."

He paused, half-raised his eyelids, and corrected him gently: "There is nothing wrong with it."

Qi Jiu laughed.

Most of the gloomy emotions he had piled up were swept away, and the unfinished business was as high as a mountain, but Qi Jiu would feel that it didn't matter at this moment.

My heart was filled with a kind of swelling gas, and it quickly fluffed up, as if a chemical reaction was going on inside the body, similar to adding Mentos to Coke.

Soft and unreal.

- It doesn't matter.

Qi Jiu's laughter was very sweet, like a gust of wind chimes awakened by the wind.

Yan Shiqing liked to hear him laugh, but he laughed for so long at this time, it would make Yan Shiqing feel a little unhappy.

He approached Qi Jiu, shoulder to shoulder, and heard a soothing voice from beside him:

"You look like an idiot."

Qi Jiu smiled, almost couldn't straighten his back, and chatted about this topic in the most informal voice: "Let me think about it again."

"The answer from the cinema is the same." He said, "I will answer you solemnly."