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

Yan Shiqing still had a low-grade fever, but he went to school on time the next day.

He arrived earlier than ever, and stayed until the evening self-study was over before going back, insisting on staying longer in crowded places.

Qi Jiu saw that his behavior was abnormal, but couldn't find out why, so he simply started to stay with him for evening self-study.

As soon as Zhou Qing left, the area at the rear right of the classroom was vacated, as if a small base had been opened up for them.

Qi Jiu listened to the sound of the pen rubbing against the paper on the back table, and would listen to the frequency of his writing between calculations, guessing which subject and which subject Yan Shiqing had done, as his own little pleasure.

Days like this lasted until early June.

Yan Shiqing left school after school that afternoon, but he didn't bring anything with him. Before he left, he poked Qi Jiu on the shoulder and handed him a note.

Qi Jiu didn't understand, so when he opened it, he only saw two words: Gonggong:

Thank you.

He turned around to ask, but found that Yan Shiqing's seat was empty.

Yan Shiqing walked quickly all the way, returned to the factory building, but stopped abruptly at the door of the room.

Through the door, he could hear the exaggerated background music of the small video coming from the inner room, and occasionally two coughs with phlegm in between.

——Wang Liulin was unexpectedly punctual on this kind of matter, saying that he would see you in two months, and he would never delay it by a day.

Yan Shiqing sent a message before opening the door, and saw the thin beta lying on the canopy bed and swiping his phone.

When the distant uncle saw Yan Shiqing's eyes lit up, he quickly jumped out of bed and pulled him into the room: "Xiaoqing is back!"

Yan Shiqing avoided his hand calmly, and stood at the door with a sinking face, refusing to enter.

Seeing him like this, Wang Liulin was not discouraged, and rubbed his hands in a flattering gesture: "Don't stand at the door, I haven't seen you for a long time, I made twice-cooked pork for you."

Hearing the word "twice-cooked pork", Yan Shiqing's face flashed a trace of indiscernible disgust.

Wang Liulin showed an inexplicable flattery to his nephew, pushing his back into the room, and locked the door with his backhand.

Yan Shiqing glanced at his movements, and sat down at the dining table without saying a word.

There were two bowls of rice on the foldable table, and the twice-cooked pork had been left for too long, and the oil on the surface had condensed into a thin layer.

Wang Liulin talked a lot, and kept asking Yan Shiqing how he was doing at school and if he had made any new friends.

"Xiaoqing doesn't eat vegetables." He kept putting meat into his plate while talking.

He glanced up at Yan Shiqing, and pushed the fatty meat and side dishes on the plate towards Yan Shiqing: "Xiaoqing is too thin, eat more of these meats, uncle loves you."

"Uncle treats you so well now, Xiaoqing must not forget his kindness to you when he grows up." His tone was as relaxed as joking, but his face was extremely serious.

The long-lost feeling of oppression came to the surface, and Yan Shiqing's heart seemed to be on fire.

He didn't speak, just picked his rice with lowered eyes.

"Have you used up the 200 yuan uncle gave you?" Seeing him like this, Wang Liulin simply stood up and stuffed these pieces of fat into his bowl, "It should last for a while."

Yan Shiqing didn't speak, his chewing movements became faster and faster, and the artificial smile on Wang Liulin's face gradually disappeared.

"You don't think uncle gave you less, do you?" He quickly lost his face, pursed his lips and looked at Yan Shiqing, turning into an aggrieved look, "Uncle has no money, and is still in debt to others, so he still gave you money. "

"Do you have friends at school? They won't see you miserable and invite you to dinner?" He rolled his eyes and asked, "Would they refuse to ask them to borrow money?"

Seeing that the other party still didn't answer, Wang Liulin became completely angry, and threw his chopsticks on the table heavily: "Xiaoqing! How did your uncle teach you when you were young! Why did you become so rude!"

The meat was very greasy and salty, and Yan Shiqing had to resist the urge to vomit to swallow it.

He slowly raised his eyes, the anger in his heart was spreading all over his body, and he stared at Wang Liulin as if he were looking at a pool of dead objects.

After only two months of absence, Yan Shiqing has grown a lot taller.

His facial features have shifted from immature adolescence, and his facial contours have gradually hardened, and because of insufficient nutritional intake, he has shown a sharpness close to the bones, and his whole person looks unexpectedly oppressive.

Wang Liulin was a little afraid of being stared at by him, and dragged the bench to sit down resentfully: "Eat...eat."

He took a few mouthfuls of food sullenly, and then asked: "...During the two months when uncle was away, no one came to look for you, right?"

Yan Shiqing poked the fatty meat at the bottom of the bowl, and replied calmly, "No."

"That's good." Wang Liulin seemed to relax a lot, and happily moved the plate towards him, "Give uncle a little more time, and the money owed will be paid back immediately. I found a good one in the south." bet-"

"Are you still gambling?" Yan Shiqing interrupted him calmly.

Maybe it was a word in these words that stepped on his minefield, or maybe Yan Shiqing's attitude was too indifferent, in short, Wang Liulin became furious for a while.

His hand holding the chopsticks froze in place, and the blood flowed backwards to his head, making his forehead flushed, and he overturned the folding table in a fit of anger.

"Do you know how hard your uncle and I have worked! You don't need money for tuition? You don't need money for room and board? I've worked so hard to make money for you, so I just let you show my face?!"

The oil stains drew an arc in the air and condensed on the floor and walls.

"Don't you know in your heart that it's all your fault that I became like this? You are a fucking oil bottle. I picked you up and brought you back. Shouldn't you be a bitch? You should at least look at the dog when you see me Come here like the master!"

The bowls and chopsticks ping-pong-pong, shattered into sharp shapes.

He yelled at Yan Shiqing with a swollen face: "If you know any way to make a lot of money, go and eat free food with me all day—"

In Yan Shiqing's eyes, this scene overlapped with the one five years ago.

Yan Shiqing, who was picked up by Wang Liulin from the shelter for the second time at the age of 12, actually believed his nonsense, thinking that it was his fault that caused all this.

Yan Shiqing, who had not yet entered adolescence, was terrified, his black and white eyes were open and he was forced to accept the changes in front of him, and let Wang Liulin put him in a cage.

He was forced to accept all this, looking at Wang Liulin, who was still furious one second, immediately changed his face the next second, and suddenly hugged himself and cried.

And now Wang Liulin is just like yesterday, seeing the mess on the ground, he shivered suddenly, kneeling beside Yan Shiqing, weeping in mourning, with tears all over his face:

"Xiaoqing, Xiaoqing... Uncle didn't mean to talk about you. Uncle is under too much pressure outside. Don't take it to your heart——Uncle likes you, and he loves you for doing these things."

His attitude changed so quickly that people who met him for the first time might be startled, as if he was the victim.

He began to repeat all the things he had done for Yan Shiqing, saying how much he cared about Yan Shiqing.

As before, he kept saying that he was doing it for his own good, which was not his intention.

But Yan Shiqing was growing up.

There was no emotion in his eyes, and those moral kidnappings with crying voices did not arouse any resonance in his heart.

Yan Shiqing looked at the greasy pieces of fat on the ground, and a completely different picture appeared in his mind.

He thought of Qi Jiu mixing carrots into other dishes in different ways every day, tricking him into eating them subtly, and tilting his head to ask if the feedback smelled like carrots.

Thinking of Liu He, who only communicates online, complains to him about his unsatisfactory life every now and then, and often sends him a small red envelope under the pretext of "wasting his time" after the chat.

Thinking of Zhou Qing seeing him coming back to class two days ago, although he was unhappy, he would throw a box of cold pills on his desk every day before leaving.

Yan Shiqing dimly realized that maybe these were the things that he liked, loved and cared about.

Different from what Yang Chongjin once did to him and what Wang Liulin is doing to him, there is an abyss-like gap between genuine kindness and giving with benefits.

Yan Shiqing's tense nerves finally relaxed a little. He breathed a sigh of relief, thinking with lingering fear that his behavior of sending a message to Sun Yong just now should not be a mistake.

Wang Liulin was still clasping Yan Shiqing's hand tightly, tears kept falling on Yan Shiqing's tiger's mouth, but Yan Shiqing smiled while staring at the muddy tears.

Uncle had never seen this withdrawn and cold child smile. When he smiled, the corners of his eyes would curl up a little, and the brows would stretch out. His whole person finally came alive.

But Wang Liulin couldn't relax, he keenly felt a schadenfreude in this smile.

The next second, he saw Yan Shiqing take out his cell phone from his pocket.

"Where did you get the cell phone?" Wang Liulin bulging his eyes to snatch it as if facing a formidable enemy, "Who are you sending messages to?!"

Yan Shiqing didn't give him an answer, but there were regular knocks on the door.

Boom, boom.

Wang Liulin felt that these two blows seemed to hit his heart.

The next moment, Sun Yong's voice sounded: "Is there————?"

Wang Liulin felt his blood stop at this moment.

He didn't care about Yan Shiqing, and when he came back to his senses, he immediately rushed to the door with his eyes tearing open.

He probably wanted to resist the door, but the moment he walked in, the wooden door clicked, and Sun Yong kicked the door in two abruptly!

Wang Liulin was rushed far away with the broken door, hit the back of his head on the bedpost of the canopy bed, and with a bang, his mind went blank for an instant.

Sun Yong wore a suit this time, his exaggerated chest muscles stretched the fabric, put his hands in his pockets in the smoke, and asked Yan Shiqing with a cigarette in his mouth: "Have you figured it out?"

Yan Shiqing just nodded, and walked out of the room with his mobile phone.

"...Wait a minute." Wang Liulin stared blankly at Yan Shiqing's back, unable to recover for a long time, "How did you—"

"Your shrewd little nephew came to contact me." Sun Yong squinted at him and smiled, "He is much more kind than you."

His tone was brisk, but his movements were extremely fierce. Cheng Liang's leather shoes stepped on Wang Liulin's chest fiercely.

"Ah!!" The sound of bones breaking, accompanied by Wang Liulin's screams, shook the entire workshop.

——Yan Shiqing contacted Sun Yong two days ago.

He wanted to talk to Sun Yong about more serious matters, but he didn't go to the coffee shop and didn't invite anyone to his door. He only made appointments in the small woods behind the factory building.

Sun Yong also went to do as the Romans did, squatting in the weeds, and looked at him with squinting eyes.

"You said you don't know where your uncle is?" Sun Yong laughed.

"I know when he will come back, but the time to come back will be very short." Yan Shiqing said calmly, "I can choose not to tell you."

Sun Yong lit a cigarette: "What's the difficulty? I'll send someone here to watch him every day, so I won't be afraid that I won't be able to catch him."

Yan Shiqing didn't blink: "If you can catch it, you won't come to me."

Sun Yong rubbed his head for a long time, then clicked his tongue suddenly: "The little bastard is really good at counting...... Well, tell me, what kind of conditions do you want to talk to me about?"

"I want to know how Wang Liulin got involved with you." Yan Shiqing said, "I haven't seen him for half a year since I went to the shelter. What did he do during this time?"

"...I thought it was a big deal." Sun Yong blew out a smoke ring and looked at him dissatisfied, "I need to do this in person."

That's what he said, but he still explained it honestly: "You know your uncle is gambling."

"In those six months, he didn't know where to find a lady. She went whoring and had no money to pay. That girl had a big mouth, so I pushed him to my casino and asked him to pay back after gambling enough."

"You know who your uncle is." Sun Yong raised an eyebrow at him, "He's a foodie and loves to play."

Wang Liulin made a lot of money when he went to gamble, and he is a shrewd person, and he became familiar with many regular customers.

Normally, the personal information of regular customers cannot be disclosed, but Wang Liulin is not good at gambling, but has a good eloquence. After a few months, he managed to get the news of many regular customers.

So much so that when he later lost a large amount of money, he even had an idea and used Sun Yong's name to find these regular customers to start another game of gambling.

"He told you that he still owes the money? Then he really knows how to say it." Sun Yong looked at Yan Shiqing amusedly, "The money he owed me was ten times as much as he owed. If it wasn't for my frequent customers who came to me I don’t know about it, and now I don’t know where the money is laundered.”

After Yan Shiqing listened, his face was still flat, neither angry nor surprised.

On the contrary, Sun Yong thought it was strange, and turned his face ninety degrees to face him: "What's the matter with you, am I not fierce enough, why don't you be afraid after hearing these things."

"You won't be like your uncle, just get away with my news." He stared at Yan Shiqing suspiciously, "Uncle doesn't like this."

Yan Shiqing turned his head and asked him seriously: "If I tell you his whereabouts, will I be defined as unfilial?"

"Are you asking the boss of the gangster about morality, benevolence and righteousness?" Sun Yong looked at him with puffy eyes, took out two cigarettes, held one in his mouth, and pinned the other to Yan Shiqing's ear.

"Is that uncle of yours your own father? He didn't think about your misery when he made money from you. If he gave you some broken money, he would be a good father if he went to eat and drink spicy food by himself?" He sneered.

"Besides, do you still care if others say you are filial or not?"

Yan Shiqing took down the cigarette, opened it and sniffed it himself.

He smelled it, and the topic suddenly flew far away: "What is the smell of pheromone?"

"I'm not your encyclopedia." Sun Yong spat and stood up, "You should decide whether you want to tell me when your uncle is back, but if you don't, your friends will be hit twice. "

He bared his fangs at Yan Shiqing: "Uncle wasted a lot of saliva."

Yan Shiqing nodded, and opened his mouth before Sun Yong left his sight: "I will tell you Wang Liulin's whereabouts."

"In exchange for it, you need to pay Xiao Mu a considerable amount of compensation."

Sun Yong turned his head like an owl, with a helpless and funny expression: "Are you so greedy? You want information and money?"

"And why? I didn't attack her directly." He took a puff of cigarette at Yan Shiqing

He said provocatively: "You didn't take action to save her yourself, why did you blame me?"

"Because you are also an indirect perpetrator." Yan Shiqing ignored his verbal traps and stared at Sun Yong for a long time, "And I will pay her twice as much as you."

"I will tell you in advance when Wang Liulin comes back." He said, "But you can't do anything to him until I think it through."

Sun Yong looked at him strangely, let out a snort from his nasal cavity for a while, waved his hands and left.

In the first minute of contact with Wang Liulin again, Yan Shiqing understood his inner thoughts.

Sun Yong's fists rained down on Wang Liulin's body, and the white shirt was covered with blood.

Yan Shiqing passed in front of them, ignoring his uncle's screams, and walked out of the room.

He leaned on the railing, only staring firmly at the only entrance into the factory building.

At the same time, Qi Jiu received a message from Yan Shiqing at home.

The other party only sent a strange message:

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