While Jiaobai was distracted, the white cat closed its mouth again, and its golden eyes drooped, returning to its original lifeless look.
It is imprisoned.
Jiaobai's eyes were fixed on the red circle on its neck. What would happen if the thin wire was taken down
His hanging hands moved slightly.
There are stray cats in my uncle's neighborhood, some white, some yellow, some gray, some black. Just because he fed them a few times, they would follow him when they saw him. He likes cats. If he strokes them once, the corners of his mouth will turn up, and if he strokes them twice, the corners of his mouth will crack.
But this cat is not an ordinary cat, it represents Qi Yiliao.
Jiaobai put his slightly raised hand back into his pocket, completely giving up the urge to untie the thin wire.
If he can’t solve the problem, he can’t touch the cat.
When the cat head first appeared, he tried it and unconsciously reached out to touch it. The furry, cold and soft touch was just an illusion.
Never mind.
At least leave it alone for now.
Jiaobai told himself calmly.
"You are such a perfunctory kid."
Jiao Bai heard a sigh from above his head, he raised his eyelids and met Qi Yi's dark grey eyes which reflected the blurred light. At that moment, Jiao Bai felt as if he was being looked down upon by some old monster.
When he focused his attention to investigate, he only saw himself in those eyes.
It was night time. No matter how many lights there were or how bright the light was, it couldn't compare to daytime. He didn't get so close, face to face, but he just saw himself. To be more precise, it was a feeling.
So fucking weird.
"You said you heard it, but you're still absent-minded." Qi Yiliao didn't blame him, but just shook his head. "At your age, you're still studying and can't concentrate. What should you do in class? Will the teacher spank your palm?"
Jiaobai: “…” Then you don’t have to worry about it.
Qi Yiliao smiled and said, "Let's go. I'll take you for a walk."
Jiaobai said, "My ribs hurt." In fact, the effect of the medicine had not yet worn off. He lied simply because he didn't want to visit the cemetery.
At this moment, if it was Shen Ji, he would definitely just grab the wild rice and walk away, but Qi Yilao would not do that. He slapped his forehead helplessly and said, "Look at my memory. Old Shen said that you had three broken ribs on your back, but I didn't remember it all of a sudden."
Qi Yiliao did not have the cold-blooded tyranny of a superior. He said sympathetically, "Then go back and have a rest. I'll take you around next time when you come over."
Jiaobai responded: "Okay."
The more friendly and gentlemanly Qi Yiliao's attitude was, the more nervous he became.
Have you heard of the gentle knife
"Old Shen is also reckless. You should stay in bed and move less." Qi Yiliao walked in front of Jiaobai, not far away, just one step away, so as not to make people feel arrogant. He said as he walked, "There are too many grasses in the backyard, and they are tangled on the ground. Watch your step."
Jiaobai was walking well, but after hearing Qi Yiliao's reminder, he was tripped by the vines.
Although Jiaobai didn't shout, the person in front of him seemed to have eyes behind his head and turned around in time to support him.
Qi Yilao's physique was smooth and restrained, and he didn't look like the type who worked out regularly, but Jiaobai felt the power was no weaker than the one Shen Ji brought him.
Jiaobai stood firm, and before he could break free, the five fingers that were holding his arm withdrew.
Qi Yiliao asked, "Is there anything wrong?"
Jiaobai shook his head: "Thank you, Mr. Qi."
Qi Yiliao put one hand in his pocket, and kept the hand that had supported Jiaobai outside. He said gently, "If you are sick, don't run around."
Jiaobai had a creepy illusion that he was about to be spanked by his father.
But obviously this is impossible to happen.
First, this is not his father.
Second, he won't let anyone spank him.
Qi Yiliao's voice was mixed in with the rustling sound of leaves being blown by the wind: "Given your current condition, if you fall again and get injured again, there is a high possibility that the bone will be inserted into the lung, which is very dangerous."
Jiaobai still has lingering fears.
"Which is more important, life or curiosity?" Qi Yiliao bent down slightly to look at him, his eyes as deep as the mountains, "Hmm?"
Jiaobai blurted out: "Of course life is important."
Qi Yiliao coughed softly, his voice becoming even hoarser: "Then do you still want to run around?"
Jiaobai shook his head: "No, no."
Qi Yiliao laughed again: "Uncle knows that you are a smart child who can understand reason."
The茭白 chuckled twice.
The age difference is fourteen years, so the uncle is okay.
Old man Shen Ji is eighteen years older than him, so he must be his uncle.
Qi Yilao seemed unaware of Jiaobai's rebelliousness and walked straight through several tall and thin trees.
The rustling sound of fallen leaves became the only background sound in this world, filling the air with the chill of the old forest at night.
Jiaobai glanced at the white cat, which had not changed. He walked behind the cat's owner and casually asked, "Mr. Qi, is that a cemetery over there?"
"Yes." Qi Yiliao kept walking.
Jiaobai walked a little faster and got closer to him: "Why is the cemetery behind the house?"
"This is the custom of our family." Qi Yiliao explained patiently, "The dead and the living live together."
He took a fallen leaf with the hand that had supported the wild rice, stroked it with his fingertips for a few times, and crushed it: "The dead are guarding the living."
The back of the茭白 is hairy, so this kind of protection is unnecessary.
The window is a cemetery.
During the Qingming Festival, paper money floats into the house.
As Jiaobai entered the door, the smell of trees, grass and mud in his breath disappeared, leaving only the coldness all around.
Even if there is a light, it cannot be dispelled.
Jiaobai turned around and watched Qi Yilao close the door to the backyard. He glanced at the cemetery through the gap in the door that was not yet closed: "Will it be bad for people's health to live in a place like this for a long time?"
Qi Yiliao closed the door with one hand and turned back: "Hmm?"
Jiaobai said it was nothing.
Qi Yiliao took two or three steps and stopped: "Little..."
Jiaobai pursed her lips and raised her thin chin towards him. "Go on, let me listen."
Qi Yiliao took a long while to utter the last word: "Xiao Huang."
Wild rice: “…”
The Hundred Family Names will be late, but they will not be absent? Lan Yizhai still called me Xiaobai, but now it has only been a short time and I have become Xiaohuang. Will I be Xiaolv or Xiaohong tomorrow morning? The blood in his body surged, and his sickly pale face was dyed with a layer of excited blush. Suddenly, a voice rang in his ears, "Wrong."
Qi Yiliao groaned, "It's Xiaobai."
"Xiaobai." Qi Yiliao's tone was very strange, as if it came from a trembling throat. He stroked his hair twice and arched his straight back. "Xiaobai, is that right?"
Wild rice: Humph.
"It seems so." Qi Yiliao stood up with a smile and stood under the lamp. The corners of his slightly raised eyes were filled with some mature fine lines and a soft halo, which made him look deep and made people want to look up to him.
——That is the charm that comes from the experience of walking through the river of time.
Jiaobai looked at Qi Yiliao a few more times. He was not so overjoyed that he wanted to kneel down under the other person's casual pants, but...
How should I put it? It's very weird.
He actually thought the other party was very happy.
What's so good about calling a friend's gadget by its correct name
Jiaobai firmly believed that even if Qi Yiliao was really happy, it was not because he called the right name, but for some other reason.
Qi Yiliao said apologetically: "Uncle has a bad memory, and Old Shen can testify to this."
Jiaobai secretly investigated the old boss for a while, and doubts arose in his heart. Could it be that he had misunderstood, and the other party really couldn't remember people's names
"Is this your original name?" Qi Yiliao walked towards the corridor on the left.
Jiaobai yawned: "My original name was Wang Chuqiu. After I left Qinxin Garden, I changed my name to Jiaobai. It has a grass radical and a traffic radical at the bottom, which means white."
"A new beginning." Qi Yiliao nodded in understanding, "Life needs a sense of ritual."
"This is the first time Old Shen has brought people to my place."
This sentence has nothing to do with the previous one and is very abrupt.
Jiaobai let out a click of the tongue. Was Qi Yiliao's subtext saying, "Don't be ungrateful?"
Qi Yilao, who was walking in front, stopped at some point, turned around, and looked at the茭白 with eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything.
There are densely packed small lights on the walls on both sides of the corridor, like a hornet's nest.
Jiaobai was standing opposite Qi Yilao at a distance. He did not walk over immediately but looked at him inquiringly.
Qi Yiliao asked with a smile: "Do you remember which room you lived in?"
Wild rice: “Remember.”
"Then go to bed early." Qi Yilao turned into another corridor.
Only after Jiaobai heard the reminder that his friend had gone offline did he go to the guest room that Aunt Liu had arranged for him.
The tops in "Broken Wings" are all big businessmen, and their attributes are not repeated. The one Jiaobai has come into contact with the most is Shen Ji, whose character is very clear: arrogant, ruthless, and promiscuous.
However, Shen Ji in front of Jiao Bai had a bad temper and was violent, spouting domineering quotes at every turn. He thought he hid every change of his emotions very well, but in fact, his Pikachu had already betrayed him.
It's easy to deal with.
As for the other two good friends of the boss who had been online, Qi Yilao and Qi Zizhi, the former had more dealings with Jiaobai, especially considering the scene just now.
But in the whole comic, Qi Yiliao's appearances add up to less than ten episodes, the plot is not coherent, not much is explained, and the character setting is not clear. Jiaobai has no way to understand his life trajectory through the original work.
Qi Yiliao's white cat is also a difficult one to deal with. He is as mysterious as he is, and not as silly as Pikachu.
So compared to Shen Ji, who put desire above all else and was strong and ruthless and disregarded the law, Qi Yilao really hid everything. What he showed was what he wanted to show, in order to deal with those who wanted to know what kind of person he was.
The method that Jiaobai used on Shen Ji didn't work on Qi Yilao, so he had to use a different approach.
The specific tactics to use depend on the temperament of the opponent.
It’s still unclear now.
It's very difficult to deal with.
I want to grab the author of Broken Wings and shake him three hundred times. Why didn't he describe Qi Yilao more? Why, why, why
The fucking information given was too little, and he had no cheat codes to use, so he could only rely on himself.
But his rank didn't rise much...
Forget it, let’s just leave it alone for now.
Shen Laogou's activity level has been trying to reach 50 for a few days, but it's stuck and I don't know what he wants to do.
Jiaobai went back to his room in a irritable mood. Not long after he lay down, he heard the sound of a car engine. Jiaobai thought it was Shen Ji and Chu Dongshan's group, so he ignored it until he heard footsteps passing by his door. Then he opened his eyes.
The sound of walking is not domineering.
Jiaobai propped himself up on the bed. The effect of the painkiller had worn off. He endured the pain and took a break. He put on his slippers, went to the door, stood on tiptoe, and looked out through the glass window above the door.
It's a boy.
Wearing a cotton coat, with legs as thin as bamboo poles, he was walking towards the stairs, his hands playing with his hair, as if he was trying to tidy himself up, his movements were hurried and awkward.
Jiaobai saw the paint on the boy's trouser legs and stepped back to the ground on tiptoe.
The art student who takes over Jiang Yan's class is the one outside.
It was so late, but Qi Yiliao still ordered someone to pick him up. Tsk.
Jiaobai scratched his belly through his pajamas. Shen Jigao|Chao was a condescending and charitable person, but what about his old friend Qi Yilao
I can't imagine it.
Will Qi Yiliao push forward gracefully
Jiaobai slapped his face to interrupt his imagination, and lay back on the bed. Soon, he heard footsteps again, dragging and moving at a very frustrating rhythm.
No way, it’s over
Jiaobai really didn't want to get up again, it was too tiring, but he couldn't control himself, so he opened the door.
The boy who was walking with his head down was trembling with fear, his mouth was wide open, his nose was flat, and his face was full of acne.
He probably wanted the pimples to heal quickly, so he squeezed them one by one, and they became infected and inflamed, causing his entire face to become red and swollen.
Jiaobai recognized this face, recognized this art student. When he appeared, Qi Yiliao's fans were furious.
Because the art student's predecessor was Jiang Yan, the difference was too great, and the fans who couldn't accept it shouted that they would not watch it anymore, and even went to the author to criticize him for several days.
On the update day, they all came back happily.
Who made them love this kind of melodrama
I was also surprised when I saw Jiaobai. At that time, all the characters that were detailed by the author were very good-looking, except this art student.
At that time, Jiaobai thought that kind of painting style would not appear again, but he didn't expect it to appear again.
They are all Qi Yilao's people.
Qi Yiliao's standards are unique and surprising. His fans convince themselves by saying "our Master Qi doesn't judge people by their appearance" to deal with fans of other characters.
Shen Ji's fans had been mocked for a long time because he changed his bedmates too often, and they had never dared to act arrogantly in public. After the people around Qi Yiliao became fat and ugly one after another, and were not even ordinary, they took this opportunity to slam Qi Yiliao.
While everyone was waiting for the comic to be updated, the topic shifted from Qi Yilao having a special sexual fetish to his having a hidden disease in that area.
then,
#戚以涝不了# became a hot topic.
Jiaobai has become a hot topic, and it’s enough for laughter, just for fun.
Right now...
Did the art student go up and down for ten minutes
Jiaobai looked the art student up and down. There were marks on the soft flesh of the other's open mouth, which was broken. It was obvious that he had endured a bite from something.
The art student's body twitched from time to time, and there was a lot of sweat on his head, which showed that he was in pain. And it was a terrible pain.
This is,
Have you done it
Very scary and brutal.
But, less than ten minutes? ! ! !
Jiaobai couldn't believe this fact. As a paper attacker, he had to work seriously for a minimum of two hours. The passing score was from morning to night, and it would be a high score if he could work until the next day.
What happened to Qi Yiliao? Is he really incompetent
The tops in this comic are all donkeys. If Qi Yilao is really incompetent, then he is a dead donkey.
However, Jiaobai hoped that he was thinking in the wrong direction.
Because if Qi Yilao is really incompetent, then he must be a pervert.
When Jiao Bai was thinking, the art student kept looking at him blankly, his thoughts were all on his face, quite innocent. He didn't know why Qi Yiliao chose him.
Jiaobai could see that the art student misunderstood that he was also Qi Yilao's man, so he decided to take advantage of the situation.
"Hello." Jiaobai smiled and took the initiative to show his goodwill.
The art student blushed and stammered, "Hello, hello."
Jiaobai was a little stunned. Oh my god, what a great voice this is. So clear and crisp, just like an oriole.
Seeing the art student was about to leave, Jiaobai spoke to him in a low voice: "I just came here tonight, how about you?"
The art student's voice was even lower and unclear: "I came here more than half a month ago."
"Then the gentleman likes you very much." Jiaobai made a puzzled expression, "Why did you come down so soon tonight?"
The art student shuddered violently.
Jiaobai patted his shoulder and said, "Brother, I knew when you passed by me, so I was surprised that you didn't stay in the master's room for long."
The art student twisted his hands together: "I... I made a mistake."
"Wrong twice." He closed his eyes and his face was pale, as if he had escaped from some terrifying situation.
Jiaobai was about to continue asking when he suddenly realized that the curvature of the art student's shoulders was wrong. He kept retracting his shoulders, as if he was holding up the clothes on his back to prevent the clothes from sticking to his skin.
"What's wrong with your back?" Jiaobai asked in a low voice.
The art student looked at him with wide eyes and shook his head: "No... nothing... I... I'm leaving..."
Just as Jiaobai's hand was about to touch the art student's back, an old voice came from the end of the corridor.
"Xiao Ji."
Xiaoji suddenly distanced himself from Jiaobai, backed away from his door, and looked at Aunt Liu in panic.
Aunt Liu stood not far away, her eyes cold: "The car is waiting, why don't you leave?"