Lan Yi Zhai is a famous Qi family business. It appeared once in "Broken Wings".
That time, Li Jue was taken away by the second male lead and brought here for a meal.
When the second male lead was serving soup to Li Jue, he ran away, stumbling and running into the arms of the third male lead who came over.
With a few tears, Li Jue made the second and third males reach a brief peace agreement. They took him out of Lan Yi Zhai, and as soon as they reached the door, they met Shen Er'an's men.
The gunfights are out.
The second male lead shot at Shen Er'an, and Li Jue rushed forward to block it.
The third male went up again to protect Li Jue.
The result of that battle was that the third male was killed and the second male was injured. When Jiaobai watched it at that time, he was just like other fans, complaining while asking for more.
"Broken Wings" is undoubtedly the most melodramatic film of the year.
Jiaobai laughed unconsciously.
Shen Ji and Qi Yiliao, who were talking, looked over.
Shen Ji thought he was embarrassing himself, but he still spoke: "Is it so delicious?"
Jiaobai nodded without thinking. There was an extra vegetable roll in the bowl. He looked at it but didn't move his chopsticks.
The obvious meaning is, who wants to eat the saliva on your chopsticks
Jiaobai did it on purpose. What? You are allowed to dislike me, but I can't dislike you
To deal with those wealthy people who are born superior, you should let them know that you are not RMB, nor the Jade Emperor.
Shen Ji closed his eyes, and the rise and fall of his chest slowed down. He seemed to have suppressed his violence with reason.
However, his knee under the table pressed close to Jiaobai's legs, with great force, like a sharp blade that could kill with one blow. Wherever he passed, it was filled with provoked anger and absolute aggressiveness.
Jiaobai felt that his leg bones were about to break and his skin was burning. He stepped on the old man's leather shoes and crushed them with all his strength.
Shen Ji didn't even frown. He picked up the vegetable roll and ate it with a cold face.
Mr. Shen also knew that his old friend was present, so the situation couldn't be made too awkward.
The key thing is that he is afraid that he will lose face in the end.
Jiaobai ate half of the hawthorn without making a sound. Anyone with eyes could see how much the old man had changed. But Qi Yiliao was not surprised or curious at all.
There was only that small incident at the dinner table, and everything was harmonious afterwards.
When Qi Yilao stepped out with a smile to mediate the atmosphere, he had the aura and demeanor of a man from a scholarly family, and it was difficult for others not to give him face.
The smoking area of Lan Yi Zhai is larger than that of Nancheng Fuyuanlou. It is divided into four areas: plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum. Each area is designed very tastefully.
Shen Ji and Qi Yilao were smoking in the blue area. There was a chessboard against the wall, and there was a piano in the bamboo area next door.
"Aliao, when you see my little dog again this time, what do you think is different about him from last time?" Shen Ji was almost finishing his cigarette, and the smoke around him blurred his outline.
"You asked the wrong person this question," Qi Yiliao said in embarrassment, "You know I don't remember people very well."
"Last time at the old lady's birthday party, I was able to notice the changes in the child and reminded you a few words, but it was because the interval was short. Now such a long time has passed, how can I still remember it." Qi Yilao flicked off the ash and continued.
Shen Ji didn't say anything.
Qi Yiliao smiled and said, "Old Shen, you were hostile to me as soon as you came here today. Why don't you give me an explanation?"
Shen Ji paused, put away his cigarette and exhaled: "My puppy said that you are warm, graceful, and well-mannered."
"..." Qi Yiliao held his forehead and laughed non-stop, "You are so jealous,"
The next moment, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes faded: "People outside don't say that. They all know me very well."
Shen Ji took the last few puffs of his cigarette and said, "I was confused."
"I understand," Qi Yiliao teased, "You are an old tree that has blossomed, and you care about it."
Shen Ji was about to retort, but Qi Yilao said in front of him, "Next time you get jealous, don't get jealous of me. I treat everyone the same. There's nothing special about me."
"So what do you think of him?" Shen Ji asked again as he walked to the door.
Qi Yiliao pressed the cigarette butt into the sink, looked at the dirty traces of ash and water, chuckled and said, "You know the criteria for my selection. Where do you think he ranks among the people I have selected?"
Shen Ji had met several people around his old friend, and they were all excellent in that aspect, but he said, "You said that my puppy recovered from his cold and his voice is not bad."
Qi Yiliao was both amused and annoyed: "Old Shen, if you keep asking me this question, I will start to suspect that you are not only interested in him, but also want to have an older-younger relationship with him."
Shen Ji: “…”
"What's the old-young love? Am I old?" There was a dark shadow between his handsome brows.
"You're not old, but that child is very young." Qi Yiliao joked and waved his hand, "Hurry back to the private room."
He reached one hand into the sink and crushed the dirty cigarette butts inch by inch, smiling with half-closed eyes: "By the way, Lao Shen, take the child for a physical examination when you have time. Check for dirt several times."
Shen Ji thought, what's so dirty about it? She's still a virgin, what a trouble.
It’s too troublesome. If it really doesn’t work, I’ll send him to “Deye” and find someone to develop it for him.
When Shen Ji walked out, he suddenly thought of something about his old friend and his steps became lighter.
Old friends are not a threat.
Shen Ji paused, his face dark and cold.
He actually listened to what the puppy said and even tried to test his old friend.
"Oh shit."
Shen Ji cursed softly, his ears reddening in the silent corridor. He had never been so embarrassed in his life. Fortunately, A Liao was not as troublesome as Dong Shan.
That conversation in the smoking area just now was absolutely incomprehensible.
The more he thought about it, the more regretful he felt. Shen Ji went back and went to another area to smoke two cigarettes.
After dinner, the group went to the hospital.
Zhang Zhen just woke up, and Shen Ji and Qi Yilao both entered the ward.
Everyone else was waiting outside, including Jiao Bai. He leaned against the wall and yawned. Seeing that Chen Yiming and Shen Ji's bodyguards ignored him, he wandered over to look at the medical knowledge on the wall.
So boring.
"It would be great if Brother Zhen woke up. I'm about to cry."
"You're the one who's about to cry. I'm already crying, okay?"
"… "
The murmuring sounds from the corner reached Jiaobai's ears. He slowly turned around and moved closer, catching sight of Zhang Zhen's brothers.
They all had short hair, black clothes, strong physiques, and were gathered together wiping their tears.
Jiaobai was about to leave, but heard something and stopped.
"Should we talk about Brother Zhen's netizen?"
"Tell me, I accidentally saw the WeChat chat history opened on his phone. It was not intentional."
"But that high school student calls our brother...sister."
"No matter what, I have to tell you what I have to tell you. I can't hide it. Brother Zhen has set up a lot of things on his phone. How could he not know whether it has been touched by someone?"
"There are times when I make stupid mistakes. My intuition tells me that there is something wrong with the high school student. Brother Zhen would not be completely unaware of it."
"This guy's mind is very complicated and changeable. Maybe when he added Brother Zhen, Brother Zhen was just in a good mood, so he added him."
"I'm just worried that Brother Zhen will be deceived. There are a lot of scammers on the Internet."
"How about I ask someone to investigate?"
"No, don't do that. Let's wait for Brother Zhen to make the decision."
"Wait for Brother Zhen to make a decision."
"… "
Jiaobai turned around and left. Although this comic is bloody, the settings of the supporting characters that serve the plot are definitely not false. Those who are in the underworld or in the business world are all real kings. It is impossible for him to play them around just by "knowing the original plot."
Whether it was finding Qi Shuang to cooperate with him to plot against the Shen family, threatening the master to falsify the horoscope and fool Old Lady Shen, or being an online friend with Zhang Zhen, he was mentally prepared to be exposed the moment he did it.
Jiaobai was just using their psychological temperament to make him be discovered later. It would be best if he got the life-saving talisman before that.
Wait until the day of exposure and then act accordingly.
Jiaobai did not leave the hospital with Shen Ji. Chen Yiming sent him to Qi's house.
The painkillers made it less painful.
When we arrived at the place, Chen Yiming suddenly said something in a very formal way. If you listened carefully, you could tell that he was having a hard time explaining it. He said, "The chairman is going to pick up Mr. Chu."
Jiaobai ignored Chen Yiming's eyes that reminded him to be aware of the current situation. He thought of Chu Dongshan, another old friend of Shen Ji.
Fortunately, the other party was not his good friend.
Otherwise, it would be just Shen Ji and his old friends playing mahjong.
Zizania walks towards the castle.
Chen Yiming repeated.
"Okay, got it." Jiaobai responded impatiently. He glanced at the house number that was blocked by a large leaf and remembered the address mentioned in the comic.
——Lan Mo Mansion.
The old house of the Qi family.
The Qi family has a deeper foundation than the Shen family.
Qi Yilao's ancestors were engaged in construction work, and the ancient castle was their work of those times. Every generation of the family head lived here, and it has been passed down from generation to generation.
Now this is Qi Yilao’s old lair, and Jiaobai walked in.
As soon as Jiaobai entered, he wanted to leave. He felt that there was a strange smell in the air around him, very much like the breath of an old man.
- Very old, very old, full of the smell of time's corrosion.
Jiaobai felt very uncomfortable. He slowed down and walked slowly inside with the help of the surrounding lights. The setting of the character Qi Yilao was perfect and complex. It was right for the author of "Broken Wings" not to fill in his personality attributes, not to give him roles, and even not to pair him with a CP. There was no way to enrich a mysterious supporting role like him. If he was given more roles, his brilliance would easily overshadow the protagonist, unless a separate book was written.
"clatter"
"Da Da..."
There were footsteps coming, and Jiaobai unconsciously tensed up his nerve endings. What the hell, it was like he had followed me into a haunted house.
The visitor was a gentle middle-aged woman. She smiled at Jiao Bai, led him to the guest room, and spoke softly, "You can call me Aunt Liu."
Jiaobai greeted politely: "Hello, Aunt Liu."
"Director Shen will be here later." Aunt Liu took him to the guest room. "See if there's anything you need. You can call me."
She pointed to the small white button on the wall: "Press it and I will come over."
Jiaobai's mouth twitched. This didn't look like a haunted house anymore. It looked like a hospital. Even the bed and quilt looked like those in a hospital.
Aunt Liu said what she needed to say and left without staying any longer, nor did she ask Jiaobai to stop moving around.
After Jiaobai closed the door, he took off his clothes and carefully lay down on the bed, but after a few minutes he reluctantly got up again.
I can't sleep at all.
The strange, moist scent kept penetrating into his pores, it was so refreshing.
Jiaobai hesitated in the room for a while, then opened the door and went out. All he could see were lights. The Qi family had a lot of lights, with several embedded on one wall, and the electricity bill was free.
Jiaobai had no purpose, he just wandered around casually, walking slowly with light footsteps. Without the old man's movement, he felt much more relaxed when moving around.
The massage the masseur gave him on the plane had helped.
After walking around for a while, I figured out a little bit about Qi Yilao's personality: he likes quietness and believes in Buddhism.
Because there is a Zen room at home.
Qi Yilao also loves reading.
Jiaobai stopped in front of a whole bookshelf. Facing him was a row of original English books. He inexplicably felt a little strange in his heart, but the feeling disappeared after he took out one of the books and flipped through it.
Only the cover of the book was printed, and the inside was a handwritten copy. The handwriting was so strong that each letter left a deep mark on the back of the page.
The scent of ink was so strong that it made Jiaobai's nose itch.
Jiaobai put the book back to its original place and looked from bottom to top. There were too many of them to count. Could they all be handwritten copies
If this is true, then most people can't pretend to be this cool.
Jiaobai continued walking. He did not meet any bodyguards, nor did he see any servants other than Aunt Liu. Qi Yiliao even installed multi-directional surveillance cameras in "Di Ye's" room, and it was unknown how many cameras were installed in his own home.
Thinking of this, Jiaobai felt as if countless pairs of eyes were staring at him. It was very strange, and he even wanted Shen Laogou to come over quickly.
At least the old guy says everything out in the open.
“Wow—wow—”
The crow's cry made Jiaobai pause for a moment, and he realized that he had walked to the backyard without knowing when.
Night, crows, dark woods, old house...
It's like a murder site.
Jiaobai was about to leave when he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye and felt a chill on the back of his head.
There is a large cemetery not far away, with tombstones wrapped in vines, standing quietly under the cold moonlight of a winter night.
——This is the Qi family’s cemetery.
Jiaobai swallowed his saliva. He couldn't bend down because of the pain in his ribs, so he lowered his head and said to himself, "I'm sorry, no offense, good night."
Your friend is online
The electronic sound almost killed Jiaobai on the spot. He glanced at the avatars of his online friends, took a breath, and turned around.
Qi Yiliao stood under the gate of the backyard. The wind blew through the treetops, and the swaying shadows of the trees swept across the contours of his eyebrows. His eyes, which always had a gentle smile, were extremely dark.
It was filled with sinister creatures that smelled of blood, but it also seemed like there was nothing in there, just an empty space.
Jiaobai couldn't see Qi Yiliao's eyes, he only noticed that the white cat raised its head and looked at him.
The golden pupils and the bloodstains on its neck that wet the fur looked eerie and sinister at this moment.
Qi Yilao walked to the water chestnuts, stepping on the fallen leaves.
Jiaobai tried to take the initiative and spoke first: "Director Qi, where is Mr. Shen?"
"They are still outside. They haven't gathered for a while. It will probably be after midnight." Qi Yiliao said, "I have a cold, so I came back early."
Jiaobai could tell that Qi Yilao had a strong nasal tone and a hoarse voice.
Qi Yiliao stretched out his hand, and Jiaobai wanted to dodge to the side, but because of his injury, his body's reaction speed was not fast enough.
The hand fell on his shoulder and removed a leaf that had fallen there at some point.
Qi Yiliao played with the leaves leisurely: "Xiaobai, why are you here?"
Jiaobai's eyes fell on Qi Yiliao's portrait, noticing the white cat's changes: "I couldn't sleep, so I went out for a walk and got lost."
Qi Yiliao showed a look of realization: "I'm lost."
"This place is bigger." He threw away the leaves, and his deep face was filled with a gentle smile that made people unable to look away. "Then I'll take you around here."
When Jiaobai looked into the golden eyes of the white cat, he somehow felt as if a hook had hooked his throat and was hanging him up.
His head felt heavy and when Jiaobai looked up, he saw an arm across his field of vision.
Qi Yiliao ruffled his hair and said, "Don't be distracted when your elders are talking, okay?"
Jiaobai ignored him.
Qi Yiliao's smile deepened, and his voice became softer, like a whisper in the ear: "Do you know?"
Jiaobai moved his lips that were cooled by the wind and answered subconsciously: "I heard it..."
The white cat suddenly opened its mouth to him, revealing its long, sharp, blood-coated teeth, and let out a weak, dying cry.
It was threatening him, warning him.
It's like...
Ask him for help.