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

Weird Qi Jiu came home one day, and as soon as he opened the door, he could smell the aroma of food all over the house.

Ms. Qi, who was on a business trip for a week, hadn't changed her work clothes yet, so she wrapped her apron and cooked a big meal as compensation for her negligence as a mother.

Qi Jiu stomped on his slippers and ran to the kitchen, while still on the way, he began to shout: "Mom—"

Qi Yan was smiling, but when she saw Qi Jiu, she first criticized: "Don't run around at home."

Qi Jiu didn't take it seriously at all, and wandered around Qi Yan: "Are you tired from the business trip?"

After divorcing her husband ten years ago, Qi Yan shed her identity as the head of the house and became a professional woman who is soft on the outside and strong on the inside. She has only recently taken the position of vice-chairman of the Omega Protection Association.

She didn't hide from her son, and exhaled forcefully: "Tired, it's too difficult to communicate with those old antiques."

She stopped clicking, and then asked Qi Jiu: "How is school?"

Qi Jiu randomly found something to help, and the spoon circled around the pot twice before answering, "I talked to that transfer student."

"I think he's weird." He wrinkled his whole face together, and said hesitantly, "I ran into someone who seemed to be blackmailing him, and I felt that he was so poor that he could hardly eat, and he couldn't contact his family. "

Qi Yan put down her hands when she heard this, and her face gradually became serious: "You collect the evidence and tell the class teacher or the association, and someone should provide him with corresponding protection measures and subsidies."

"I think so too, and I plan to report it to the head teacher." Qi Jiu frowned, "But he won't let me."

"No?" Qi Yan also felt weird, "Why?"

"The reason seems to be very complicated." Qi Jiu lowered his eyes, "But he didn't tell me, I want to get in touch with him for two more days to find out."

Qi Yan lowered her head and started to move again, the kitchen knife fell on the chopping board with a rattling sound: "...If he really encounters difficulties, no matter what he wants, the Minor Protection Association will interfere."

"And you should know that if you tell me I won't just sit idly by."

Ms. Qi Yan is a person with a strong sense of justice, and with her status, she is naturally very concerned about this type of incident.

Of course Qi Jiu knew it in his heart, and nodded towards his mother: "I know, but I still want to know the reason first."

Qi Yan didn't say anything more, but left an impression in her heart: "What's the name of that classmate of yours?"

"Yan Shiqing."

She paused when she heard the name, staring at Qi Jiu's hair twirling thoughtfully: "Why is it so familiar?"

Qi Jiu didn't take it seriously: "Maybe it's because you have an impression of me after listening to me for the past two weeks."

When Qi Jiu got up again the next day, Qi Yan was already fully dressed and ready to go to work.

She was so busy that she started talking on the phone from early in the morning. Before leaving, she took the time to point to the two food boxes on the table: "Breakfast, take it to your classmate."

Qi Jiu was quite surprised, and blinked at Qi Yan.

"Didn't I tell you, I can't sit idly by." Qi Yan reached out and rubbed his head, "At least before you come to a conclusion, you can't let a minor starve all day."

Qi Jiu nodded vigorously, and put the two boxes of bento neatly at the bottom of the schoolbag.

However, when Qi Jiu handed the bento box to Yan Shiqing, the other party's expression was not very good.

Even though the two had already communicated, Yan Shiqing's attitude was still extreme, and he ruthlessly ordered: "Take it away."

So Qi Jiu picked it up, took out the same pink style from his bag, and pushed it to the center of the other party's table.

He looked at Yan Shiqing's indescribable expression, pretending to be confused with understanding: "I thought you liked this color better."

Yan Shiqing's face completely collapsed, and his tone was cold: "What do you mean?"

"Food." Qi Jiu could still smile at him fearlessly, "I chatted with brother Liu He yesterday, it seems that you only go to him at noon, I'm worried that you only eat one meal a day."

His worry was true and reasonable. Yan Shiqing, who hadn't eaten for more than eighteen hours, already had layers of dark shadows in front of him.

The hot food transmits temperature through the food box, and even the aroma will cause a spasm in his stomach.

But Yan Shiqing became stubborn at this time.

With a youthful arrogance, he rebelled against the kindness brought by others with a piercing sound, and regarded Qi Jiu's behavior as a slap in the face.

"What's the point of you doing this?" He said deliberately meanly, "Alms?"

Qi Jiu was not provoked by him, instead he could squint his eyes and smile, the small moles on the eyelids were hidden in the heavy eyelashes.

"Sense of accomplishment." He smiled brightly and his voice was brisk, "Didn't you say that yesterday, all the good things I do are to satisfy myself."

"At least I kept the secret for you, and I couldn't resist telling the teacher. At least let me enjoy the joy of helping others."

What he said was so well-founded that Yan Shiqing couldn't even refute it.

Qi Jiu smiled slyly, staring at Yan Shiqing with a livid face, pursed his lips and opened the iron cover.

The food box is well spread out, even considering nutritional balance, which is too exaggerated for a breakfast.

On the rice ball in the middle was a smiling face made of seaweed, which looked dumb, just like Qi Jiu in front of him.

Thinking so, Yan Shiqing squeezed the rice ball and took a bite angrily.

At that time, he didn't know that this was the first unrequited kindness he received after stumbling in a dark and selfish environment for 17 years.

Yan Shiqing is like a person who has been stuck in a jar for a long time. When he gave up on himself, Qi Jiu quietly cut holes in the jar, revealing bits and pieces of light.

With this breakfast as a basis, Qi Jiu became extra bold, and even dared to follow Yan Shiqing to Xiaohei Internet Cafe at noon.

Even if Yan Shiqing walked away as if running for his life, he closed the door tightly when he arrived at the store.

Qi Jiu was still able to rely on his unusual cheekiness to knock on the door and wait for Boss Liu to take him in.

Liu He's eyes bulged when he saw him: "Why are you here again?"

Qi Jiu respectfully handed over his meal card: "You cook better."

"It's not for you." Liu He waved the spatula, "Go and eat wherever you want."

Qi Jiu turned a deaf ear, tilted his head and looked into the store eagerly: "What are you eating today?"

Liu He stared at him for a long time with a straight face, and finally sighed helplessly under his pitiful gaze: "...Potato stewed rice."

"I'm not a philanthropist, so I'm really not allowed to come tomorrow."

Qi Jiu happily entered the house, and even consciously helped Liu He.

He knew that this kind of behavior of free food was not good, so he transferred the Internet fee for two hours according to the price list on the wall.

Liu He raised his head when he heard the voice of receiving money into the account: "What are you doing?"

"Just pretend I'm here to surf the Internet with you." Qi Jiu replied obediently, "But you don't need to turn on the computer."

Liu He rolled his eyes at him: "If you transfer this money to me, why don't you help me clean the toilet?"

Hearing this, Qi Jiu obediently went to get the broom, and saw a female customer pestering Yan Shiqing in the corner.

She is probably an omega, the pheromones on her body are strong and strong, the collar is opened very low, and her hand keeps touching Yan Shiqing's forearm:

"Brother, why don't you leave me a WeChat message? You helped someone yesterday, but they haven't repaid you yet."

Yan Shiqing stood still, as indifferent as a stone.

He bent his body halfway, moved the mouse quickly, and pushed the computer after repairing it: "Next time, it is recommended to restart directly."

After he finished speaking, he brushed away the beauty's paws and left without giving her any face.

Qi Jiu watched with joy, and the next second he saw the beauty cast his gaze towards him.

"Brother." Her red lips parted slightly, and she brushed her hair coquettishly, "You are classmates, right? I heard you chatting yesterday."

"Give me his WeChat, and I'll come down and treat you to dinner."

Qi Jiu was several months older than Yan Shiqing, and was at a loss when he was called by his younger brother, thinking that his seniority was really messed up.

He quickly shook his head and ran away, leaning close to Liu He and whispering: "Is that Yan Shiqing's new peach blossom? It's so beautiful."

"It's a new peach blossom." Liu He glanced at the back of the house, and joked with her, "Yan Shiqing came the next day after working part-time, and she didn't do anything and just watched Yan Shiqing. She dedicated herself to this broken Internet cafe KPI." More than half."

He said angrily and happily: "I even wondered if that Beta yesterday was the actor she hired."

Qi Jiu was very gossipy, and looked over there: "Yan Shiqing is really amazing, to be favored by such a mature sister."

"You call her sister." Liu He laughed loudly, "She's only 16 years old, she just dressed a little more maturely."

Qi Jiu exclaimed, and wanted to continue chatting, but when he saw Yan Shiqing walking towards him, he fell silent.

He also wanted to interrupt and have a chat with the other party, but he didn't expect that Yan Shiqing would leave after picking up the bowl, never showing a good face from the beginning to the end.

Yan Shiqing probably had a lot of dissatisfaction with Qi Jiu's presence here, so he sat far away while eating, and after a few mouthfuls of food, he hurriedly returned to his status as the network administrator.

Liu He rubbed his belly and ordered the two child labor officers without guilt: "Go and wash the dishes."

Qi Jiu nodded, and walked deep into the Internet cafe with a dirty bowl in his hand.

Liuhe hung a curtain behind the Internet cafe, hastily dividing the space into two areas.

Do business on one side, build a canopy bed on the other side, stuff pots and pans, and it's a sloppy dwelling.

Qi Jiu walked over and saw the acoustic guitar hanging on the wall for the first time.

He rubbed the bowl, distractedly asked: "Can you still play the guitar?

"That's right, I didn't do anything to make money when I was young." Liu He leaned on the door frame to bask in the sun, his voice drawn out, "I've already forgotten about it now."

Qi Jiu poked his head out and asked him expectantly, "Then can I play for a while?"

Seeing Liu He waving casually, Qi Jiu carefully took off the guitar.

He found a wooden bench inside the house and moved it outside, half of his body was out of the sun, and he squinted his eyes comfortably.

Liu He's guitar was still in tune, and Qi Jiu plucked a few chords at will, and the song that popped up was already half a song that made people feel physically and mentally happy.

Liu He raised his eyebrows: "Hey, I didn't expect you would really know it."

Qi Jiu nodded without humility: "I play this very well."

At this time, he showed a little confidence and pride, moved his knuckles up and down, and hummed an untitled ballad at will.

The sun shone brightly on the dust, dangling on the tip of his hair.

Everything in the West Street was slow, the old cat on the eaves stopped, and the surrounding was quiet, only Qi Jiu's clean voice echoed.

Even without the lyrics, Qi Jiu's voice is still comfortable and happy, to the point where even the spirit will be soothed.

He opened his eyes after playing a section, and at some point Yan Shiqing stood by his side.

Yan Shiqing was caught off guard and met his eyes, and looked away reflexively.

His school uniform hangs loosely on his body, and he deliberately puts one hand in his pocket to look cool, always looking cool and indifferent.

He didn't look at Qi Jiu, and after a while he raised his hand to cover half of his face, looking unexpectedly awkward.

He said, "Sing one more."