Qi Yiliao went directly to Qi's family.
Zhang Zhen did not follow them. He personally escorted Jiao Bai to Lan Mo Mansion.
When Jiaobai came back, he had a label with "Shen Ji" on him, like an accessory. This time the label was gone, and there was also old father Zhang by his side. He walked in a relaxed and comfortable manner.
"Doctor Yang will be here soon." Zhang Zhen pushed the slender branches away from Jiaobai. "He will take a look at the wound on your stomach. I also asked him to bring some ointment to lighten the scars. You should keep applying it on your face and neck. I will take you to the hospital for a full-body checkup before school starts."
Jiaobai responded lazily. The knife wound healed well, and the other injuries were all caused by himself, superficial wounds, which looked scary, but actually no bones were broken.
So far, the most difficult thing for him to bear is the old injury of the coccyx and the sequelae caused by the failure of three ribs to grow properly. It is like an old cold leg, which hurts when the weather turns cold.
"Xiao Zhang, you're back." Aunt Liu's gentle voice came from the front yard. She was wearing an old-fashioned dark purple cheongsam today, with a woolen shawl on the outside, and her hair was tied into a bun at the back of her head. She had a gentle temperament and didn't look vulgar at all.
Jiaobai clearly observed that the smile on Aunt Liu's face froze for a second or two when he saw it.
Aunt Liu doesn't like him.
He had deeply experienced this the last time he lived here for a while.
At the same time, we also learned about Aunt Liu's tricks, which were very ordinary. Her two faces were not on the same level as Old Lady Shen's.
It doesn't matter if it's茭白, it's not RMB, and everyone can love it.
Besides, the old lady is Shen Ji's mother, her biological mother, and has absolute say and status in the Shen family. Aunt Liu is just a servant of the Qi family.
"Aunt Liu, Baibai is my brother now." Zhang Zhen walked into the front yard and said solemnly.
Aunt Liu asked in surprise: "Where did you get your brother?"
Zhang Zhen leaned over and approached Jiaobai, touching his head with hers, and said affectionately and happily: "I met her at the orphanage."
Aunt Liu looked over and smiled softly: "You have to take good care of it."
Wild rice: Tsk.
This Aunt Liu suits the gloomy castle very well. There is no need for any training to play a woman in the Republic of China era, just go for it.
Aunt Liu came over and led them through the thorny path: "Boss Shen's side is..."
Zhang Zhen's face darkened: "It doesn't matter."
He mentioned the story of茭白 being kidnapped and rescued.
His purpose was very strong, he hoped that his brother could get more love and care. Even if he couldn't get more love, he would at least do as little harm as possible.
"Should we let Xiao Jiao step over a fire basin, or take a bath in mugwort water to get rid of the bad luck?" Aunt Liu said gently, "Those who survive a great disaster will surely have good fortune in the future."
He was looking at the wild rice in the wintersweet garden in the distance and smacked his lips. This sentence was okay. He smiled and said, "Thank you Aunt Liu for your concern. I won't cross the brazier anymore. I can take a bath in the moxa water."
Aunt Liu looked at him with eyes full of Jiangnan charm and gathered her shawl: "Then I'll go get ready."
Zhang Zhen watched Aunt Liu leave, then turned to look at his younger brother. Although he was a rough guy who wasn't as careful and good at reading people's minds as Chen Yiming, he was not blind and could sense something.
"Baibai, did you have a conflict with Aunt Liu last time?"
Jiaobai walked into the plum garden: "No." There was indeed no direct confrontation.
Zhang Zhen followed behind him, raised his two arms which were not very muscular but very powerful, walked around to the back, and answered with his hands behind his head: "Aunt Liu has worked in the Qi family for half her life. She is an elder in the Qi family. She also watched my third brother and I grow up. She is a very good person."
Before Jiaobai could complain in his heart, a tall figure approached from behind, and a serious voice came from above his head: "But if she embarrasses you, you must tell me. I will always stand by your side. Besides my beliefs and mission, it is you."
“… I know, I know.” Jiaobai strode forward.
Zhang Zhen rubbed his fair chin. His brother must be feeling awkward and shy.
He has experienced hardships that many people would never experience in their lifetime, and he is still just a kid who has not graduated from high school.
"Baibai, the plum tree at two o'clock in front of you was planted by me. It blooms the best. Please pick a few and bring them to your room to grow!" Zhang Zhen shouted.
His words died in his throat, his rosy lips pursed, he shook his head, punched the air, and still couldn't help laughing.
Zhang Zhen didn’t know what it meant to be single or to have a wife. He only knew that his incomplete memories were restored and his childhood playmates were brought back.
These days were fulfilling and he was motivated. From now on, the meaning of his life was not only to protect his third brother, but also to see the child grow up, safe and healthy.
Jiaobai didn't bother with the procedures for transferring schools. He only made a choice when Zhang Zhen asked him which middle school he wanted to go to.
Two days before the Lantern Festival, Jiaobai went to Xicheng No. 1 Middle School to become his transfer student.
Jiaobai didn't rent a house, he lived in the teachers' building.
The house belonged to the director, with two bedrooms and a living room. He cleaned it up and gave it to Jiaobai to live in. He felt embarrassed about it, but could not resist the director's enthusiasm.
The director was the son-in-law of a branch of the Qi family, and was flattered to accept such a valuable item as Jiaobai. He also volunteered to act as a guardian and stayed at the neighboring colleague's house, so that he could help Jiaobai in time when he was in trouble.
Jiaobai lived in the north, and the south was left vacant as a guest room. Zhang Zhen did not come to the school to see Jiaobai, as he went on a business trip with Qi Yiliao.
Adults have their own things to do.
On the day of the Lantern Festival, Jiaobai used his new mobile phone to wish him a happy birthday.
Shen Er'an lived in a luxurious and cold old house, facing a group of hypocritical relatives and friends of the Shen family.
The old lady was abroad and was accompanied by the clan leader, but the birthday party was still held.
The eldest son of the Shen family, his eighteenth birthday, this time point is quite special and has attracted the attention of the outside world. If he has the right of inheritance, then today is the day when he is officially brought into the business world by his father.
But he has no inheritance rights.
The outside world is suspecting that the person in charge of the Shen family has an illegitimate child that has not been disclosed. The Shen family also thinks so.
Although the protagonist of the birthday party is the hollow eldest son, he becomes the focus as soon as he appears.
Some of the young masters who came with their parents and elders were not here to join in the fun, they just wanted to see Master Shen's face and style. Now they couldn't take their eyes away and stared straight at him.
The prince charming is not valued by his father, he has no real power, and cannot join the Shen family. It is not considered marrying up for other families in South City to marry into the Shen family.
The atmosphere in the hall gradually became turbid.
Shen Er'an turned a blind eye to those calculating, greedy, contemptuous and lustful gazes. He wore a well-tailored white suit with a white shirt underneath, and the collar and cuffs were embroidered with golden patterns.
The hair that always hung loosely was trimmed, and the ends of the bangs were fixed with glue and wax to make her look more adult.
Shen Er'an did not greet anyone. He sat in a corner of the hall, took out a piece of colored paper from his trouser pocket, and quietly folded a dragonfly.
Everyone in the hall was soon distracted by a video that came from abroad.
The patriarch of the Shen family appeared in the video. He was sitting in front of the wine cabinet, with a few buttons of his blue shirt undone and the hem not tied properly, so part of it fell out. He lazily raised his glass to the camera.
"Happy birthday to my good sons, Niannian, Shen Eran."
Because of the lighting, the cold brows of the head of the family gave people an illusion of softness.
Many of the next generation of wealthy families who had fallen in love with Young Master Shen at first sight just now could not help but side with his father at this moment.
The handsome young man has his own purity and beauty, and the tough old man who has been in power for many years also has his own unique charm.
Shen Er'an didn't care how many people wanted to surrender to that person, looking forward to being put on a leash and wagging their tails to please him. He just wanted Jiao Bai not to go down that path.
The eldest uncle came and called Shen Eran: "Your father wants you to come over."
Shen Er'an didn't get up: "He won't really want to see me."
The uncle also knew that Shen Ji was just saying polite words, and he was deliberately trying to please the other party and embarrass Shen Er'an.
He carefully cultivated his two sons, dreaming of one of them being chosen as his successor. Even though Shen Eran was just a decoration, he was still an eyesore.
However, no matter how many unpleasant things his uncle said, Shen Er'an remained indifferent.
The uncle had no choice but to give up unwillingly. He walked towards the hall, but suddenly stopped for some reason. What he said just now was full of hidden meanings, and he used provocation in a roundabout way. Most people would not have no reaction after hearing it. How could Shen Eran, a high school student, have such good self-control
He must be overthinking it.
Shen Ji never taught Shen Eran for a day, nor did he ask anyone to teach him. Besides origami, what else could Shen Eran do? He was just an embroidered pillow. He couldn't even speak clearly, and was only praised in school. When he entered society, he couldn't even communicate normally with others.
Shen Er'an's dragonflies are almost folded.
A little girl in a princess dress ran up to him and said, "Brother An, the dragonfly you folded is so pretty."
The sweet-talking child was called over by the adults, and what he said was also taught by the adults.
The head of the Shen family made a bet with someone to see if his child could get the dragonfly from that useless vase.
Once you get it, you will sell it to the daughter of a wealthy family who offers the highest price.
When they saw the child coming back with a dragonfly, their faces were full of disdain and pride as if they had won the bet. But when they took the dragonfly out of the child's hands, the expressions on their faces became very ugly, as if someone had stuffed a bowl of flies into them.
Because it was a headless, wingless, broken, torn paper dragonfly.
The video was still on, and the guests were flattering the head of the Shen family and expressing their concern for the old lady's illness. Different blessings were coming out and filling the hall.
Shen Eran took out his cell phone and looked at the birthday wishes Jiaobai sent him again.
You're an adult now.
Adulthood.
The only son who had no inheritance rights was indeed in an awkward situation as Jiaobai had said. He was no longer qualified to stay in the old house and had to leave.
When he was brought to the gate of this mansion by his mother, he had expected this day to come.
He has no sense of security in this family, nor does he feel accepted. He is always an outsider.
Shen Er'an had a slight headache. He sat down to relax for a while and then received a text message.
From an unknown number.
-Happy 18th birthday, be happy, come on
Shen Er'an pursed his lips. It was that girl. He held the phone close, lowered his eyes, and read every word.
After reading it several times, he deleted the text message.
Even if the people of the Shen family do not have the right of inheritance, they will not have the right to choose.
If you want something, you have to fight for it.
But some things are destined not to belong to him, and he doesn't deserve to have them.
Shen Er'an silently looked at the lively conversation and extravagance of the rich and powerful in the hall. He looked for a long time, then lowered his head and sent a message to Jiao Bai.
-I don't have any cake or anything.
Jiaobai didn't reply, but Shen Eran received a takeaway not long after. It was a square box tied with a ribbon, and you could tell what was inside by looking at the packaging.
Shen Er'an signed for it and left the old house filled with power and hypocrisy with the cake.
On the day he came of age, his life reached a new starting point.
Have friends.
Jiao Bai was eating tangyuan at Lan Mo's house, not knowing Shen Er'an's situation at the birthday party, and it was certain that he would be embarrassed. Those who gave him the cold shoulder when he was young would act according to his mood when he grew up.
Shen Er'an had been planning this for a long time. Once he came to power, he was invincible, and Shen Ji never got back any power.
Seeing that the once pretty boys had become the ruthless new kings of the business world, the big families regretted it so much that they wanted to go back to that time and stuff their own children into those hands.
It is conceivable that after the fact that Li Jue had been kept by Shen Er'an for many years was exposed, he became a thorn in the eyes of many people in Nancheng.
Jiaobai ate the last red bean paste dumpling in the bowl and stared at the bright but cold hall in a daze.
Qi Yiliao's activity level has not yet reached 20.
If one wants to deal with Qi Yilao, apart from reading scriptures and foreign language manuscripts, the only option is to look at the theory of ghosts and gods.
He wanted Qi Yiliao to become more and more curious about him.
Jiao Bai put his hands on his cheeks and pressed his fingers on his face, which still had some light scars. The melodramatic comics he read didn't have many supernatural themes. Most of them were about wealthy families in cities, followed by ancient masters and apprentices, and servants. They were serious melodramas.
So when it comes to ghosts and gods, he couldn't pick out plots from the comics he had read, so he had to make up his own.
At the end of last year, he was taken to the hospital in Xiyuan, but the doctors could not diagnose his condition.
Didn't Qi Yiliao sit by the bed and ask the unconscious him, "You have no external injuries, why does it hurt so much? Are you possessed by evil spirits?" and asked him to wake up and talk
Why hasn’t Qi Yilao asked yet
Forgot
Then he had to find a way to make Qi Yiliao remember it.
Jiaobai sent a WeChat message to Zhang Zhen, asking him where he was and why he didn't go back to Lanmo Mansion with Qi Yiliao.
Zhang Zhen was at a wedding banquet held by a family in Xicheng. He took off his leather jacket, unloaded his gun, and put on a suit, representing the Qi family. He had to wait for a while before leaving.
-Baibai, Third Brother got furious at the company today. He has a bad temper. You should go upstairs and concentrate on your studies. Don’t slack off and make him angry.
Jiaobai sent him a voice message, "He's still furious? What's going on? Tell me what it's like."
Zhang Zhen heard the voice from somewhere. The background was very quiet, and his voice seemed lower than usual: "Have you ever seen a gentleman get angry?"
Jiaobai listened to the voice and replied, "I haven't seen it."
"Gentlemen do not indulge their emotions wantonly, at all. When they are angered, they will hurt themselves before committing violent acts, and restrain themselves, and if the people and things that make them angry still cannot disappear or be resolved..."
Zhang Zhen’s voice message ended here and he didn’t say anything further. The hook had caught Jiaobai, and he didn’t send any more voice messages. He only sent an emoticon that looked like a big-faced cat sweating profusely.
His reply was an emoji of two stick figures with their arms around each other's shoulders, with the words "good brothers" added.
Jiaobai didn't want to look for Qi Yiliao originally, but now he wants to.
Qi Yiliao is in a bad mood today, doesn't that mean his face is loose? That's a good thing.
Jiaobai walked towards the stairs carrying his schoolbag, and the scene of him reading to Qi Yilao in the small Buddhist hall on the third floor emerged in his mind. At that time, he came across a word he didn't know, and seeing that Qi Yilao and the cat were quiet, he wanted to leave, but Qi Yilao spoke in vain and got angry at him, but when he swung the ruler at him, he stopped it with his other hand.
It's like a struggle with myself.
Reason and emotion are torn apart.
After being hit, Qi Yilao's arms were shaking and his shirt was stained with blood, which showed how strong the force was.
Qi Yilao did not punish him directly, but questioned him, and even seemed to blame him for why he was not serious, why he was lazy, and why he did not study well. After he honestly told the reasons, Qi Yilao gave him a warning.
Jiaobai licked his slightly dry lips. If he was not honest at that time and failed to appease Qi Yilao, he would be punished with the ruler, which would be more terrible than punishing him directly.
The reason is simple.
When someone makes you angry, you endure it and hope that they won't do it again. But if they do it again, your negative emotions will double or triple.
Jiaobai climbed the stairs step by step. There were surveillance cameras everywhere. Since Aunt Liu didn't come out to stop him, it meant that Qi Yilao allowed him to go upstairs.
The third floor is a flat floor with only a small Buddhist hall and a large open space.
Qi Yiliao was either on the second floor or on the fourth floor.
A few minutes later, Jiao Bai came down from the fifth floor cursing, "No, nothing at all." Qi Yiliao was lying on the ground.
Damn, it was all in vain.
Jiaobai was relaxed when he went upstairs, but he was panting like a dog when he came downstairs. His health was really not good. He was so young, but he was not as good as an old man in his seventies or eighties.
Speaking of which, Jiaobai has not had much chance to help Uncle Zhao realize his wish.
The schoolbag in Jiaobai's hand changed from being carried casually to being dragged awkwardly. By the time he reached the basement floor, the autumn clothes inside his down jacket were all wet, sticking damply to his thin back which was constantly rising and falling.
His bangs were wet and stuck to his forehead. He had lost all the youthfulness of a teenager and only looked depressed and annoyed.
No one told him that there was an underground floor in Lan Mo Mansion.
He was also careless and forgot to ask Zhang Zhen which floor Qi Yilao's office and bedroom were on.
Jiaobai turned around the corridor and walked all the way down to the second underground floor. Yes, the second floor. Lanmo Mansion didn't have air conditioning or heating, and it was dark on the ground, not to mention the underground.
The yin energy hit the opened pores of Jiaobai, and he shuddered, as if he was walking into a coffin or a grave.
The lights on the walls of the second floor underground are not small lights, but candles.
Jiaobai uses swear words to cheer himself up and give himself courage. He is not afraid of people with bad intentions, but he is afraid of ghosts. Really.
Although he himself can be considered a ghost.
Jiaobai walked to a dark door and patted it: "Director Qi?"
There is no sound inside.
Jiaobai was a little hesitant, but he gritted his teeth and continued filming: "Boss Qi, are you there? I don't know how to do my homework, and I want you to teach me."
This time there was a sound, not Qi Yilao's voice, but the door opening.
The sound was muffled and muddy.
Like an old man gasping for a long time, he finally spat out a mouthful of phlegm.
Jiaobai looked inside with goosebumps shaking, and saw a corner of the study. The jump that had just jumped up to his throat fell back.
It’s a study room. It turns out to be just a study room.
I was really afraid it was a torture chamber. As soon as I looked inside, I saw all kinds of torture instruments.
Just as Jiaobai was about to shout "I'm coming in", he heard Qi Yilao's voice coming from somewhere inside.
"Come in and close the door," he said.
Jiaobai stepped in and found that there were not many office supplies in sight.
Qi Yiliao either doesn't like to bring official business back here, or this place is not his office but has other uses.
The walls of the study are all black, without any impurities, a deep black.
There was a faint sound of water coming from a black wall.
Jiaobai shouted, "Mr. Qi, are you taking a shower?"
"Take a bath." Qi Yilao's voice was very muddy, as if it floated out of the water. "Take out your homework and mark the ones you don't understand."
"Teacher Qi." Jiaobai said to the air with a sarcastic tone. He loosened the damp strap of his schoolbag and looked around the simple study room as the bag fell to the ground.
Black walls and white furniture are not visually friendly. If you look at it for a long time, you will feel heavy, cold, depressed, chest tightness, and difficulty breathing.
I quickly looked around and found nothing.
Just as he was thinking this, his drooping eyelids suddenly twitched.
There was a whiteboard on top of the huge white desk, and now, there was a small inch of space left unclosed on the whiteboard.
The small area of the desk was exposed.
There are several gestures above.
It seems to be the lower half of the word "克".
Jiaobai pondered for a moment, grabbed the whiteboard with both hands, and moved it a little to the side.
The other part of the gestures appeared before him.
"gram"
What to overcome
Move the wild rice stem to the white board again.
The "制" next to the character "克" was revealed.
Jiaobai guessed an idea, and he continued to move the whiteboard. Gradually, the desk was revealed in a larger and larger area.
He saw it again - restraint.
Restraint, restraint, restraint.
The words were densely written all over the place. They were carved with a sharp tool, and every stroke was clear and deep.
You can tell how much force the person who carved the words used, as you can see several blue veins on the hand holding the sharp weapon and how sharply the finger bones are protruding.
Countless "restraints" occupied the desk, almost covering it, leaving only one or two centimeters of space.
The impact was so strong it was terrifying.
Jiaobai quickly closed the whiteboard, took a few deep breaths, and calmed down. It's okay, don't panic, just pretend you didn't see it.
wrong!
Qi Yiliao, that old pervert, likes to live under surveillance.
There must be surveillance here too.
What else does he have to hide? It's already been exposed.
No, no.
Jiaobai stared at the table. The small piece was not closed, revealing half of the Chinese character "克". It was... Qi Yilao who put it there for him to see.
This was just like the last time Qi Yilao sat by his bed in the middle of the night to watch him without moving the chair back to its original place.
Qi Yiliao gave him another question.
It was the same old routine. Not only did he write the word "solution", he also wrote out the first step to lead him to solve it.
It seemed considerate and caring, but in fact it was giving him a final notice - you only have one chance, if you don't solve the problem, then you are useless.
As Jiao Bai sorted out his thoughts, the light in his eyes became stronger without him noticing. That was the natural excitement of encountering a difficult problem. There was not a trace of fear or evasion in him.
At that moment, my friend came online.
A black wall was drawn aside and Qi Yiliao came out from inside, dripping with water all over his body.
Jiao Bai was chilled by the cold air Qi Yiliao brought to him, and asked without thinking: "You want to take a cold shower?"
"Cold water helps a person to regulate himself." Qi Yiliao said in a lecturing tone.
Jiaobai looked at Qi Yilao's pale lips and ears. Was he completely immersed in the bathtub
This was not the first time that Jiaobai saw Qi Yilao soaking wet without wiping his hands. Wherever he walked, there was water and his skin was soaked like a corpse.
Jiaobai couldn't imagine why Qi Yiliao was lying underwater. He wanted to calm himself, distract himself, or exercise. It didn't matter what he did. Why did he have to go into the water? Could it be that Qi Yiliao felt safe in the water? Was it his mother's amniotic fluid
Jiaobai was speechless about his own imagination. He moved away from the humanoid refrigerator and asked, "How long have you been soaking?"
Qi Yiliao looked thoughtful: "I don't know, one or two hours?"
Jiaobai: “…” He didn’t expect it to take so long, I admire it.
How can you not die in a cold bath in the middle of winter? Jiaobai complained subconsciously, and his face changed. No, he couldn't let Qi Yiliao continue to take a bath like this, otherwise he would die before he could complete his task.
Jiaobai came closer: "Mr. Qi..."
"Just shout like Ah Zhen." Qi Yiliao sat down at the desk.
Jiaobai spoke naturally: "Third brother."
Qi Yiliao raised his head.
"Taking a cold shower in winter is bad for your health. We young people don't dare to take it every day. Look at your age..."
Before Jiaobai finished speaking, Qi Yiliao raised his index finger on the table and said, "First, I don't soak every day," and then raised his middle finger, "Second, I'm in my early thirties."
Qi Yiliao smiled: "Older than you, but not too old, right?"
"Yes, yes, yes." Jiao Bai said this, but his mind was firing machine guns. You are several years younger than Shen Ji. Look at him fighting all night long, and then look at you.
You can even use the word "spirited" to describe me, how useless you are.
Jiaobai glanced at the white cat. You too, the Pikachu that used to live downstairs from you was so lively, breathing fire and doing squats. But you, on the other hand, are lifeless all day long, either vomiting blood or about to vomit blood, and your tail even wags so slowly.
The white cat stopped licking its paws slowly, bared its teeth at the茭白, and made a vague roar.
Angry.
Jiaobai glared at me and said, "What's wrong with you? You only know how to ask me to untie the thin wire to save you. Then you should be more active. There is no free lunch in the world, right? Can you increase your activity level, wag your tail and raise it high, and stretch your claws?"
What kind of master you are, what kind of avatar you get!
The man and the cat glared at each other from a distance.
Jiao Bai suddenly sensed that the study had fallen into an eerie silence. He turned his head and found Qi Yilao looking at him leisurely.
Jiaobai's heart skipped a beat. He pretended to be thinking about his homework: "Third brother, I may have overestimated myself."
Qi Yiliao supported his head with one hand: "Hmm?"
"I thought I'd miss so many classes, so I could try hard in the remaining half of the year, but I don't think I can do it." Jiaobai pouted, "I want to hire a tutor."
Qi Yiliao smiled kindly and asked, "Which school do you want to go to?"
Jiaobai said, "It's Xicheng Medical University."
Qi Yiliao paused for a moment without noticing: "You want to study medicine?"
"Yes." Jiaobai's eyes flashed with determination. He wanted to be a doctor, a dream for two lifetimes.
"Then hire a tutor." Qi Yiliao put his hand down and tapped the stack of rice paper on the table with two fingers bent. "I'll ask Ah Zhen to find it for you later."
Jiaobai was not surprised by Qi Yilao's agreement, as he liked children who were serious and studious.
"Well," Jiaobai took the initiative to get to the point, "Third brother, I just accidentally saw... some words engraved on the desk."
Qi Yiliao's expression remained unchanged: "I saw it."
Jiaobaidui smiled: "I have sharp eyes."
"Young people are different. They have a sharp mind and good eyesight." Qi Yiliao leaned back in his chair, his half-wet robe loosened slightly, and his collarbone, which was tinged with a cool color, was faintly visible. "That was a kind of alertness."
Jiaobai's eyes glanced at the robe at the edge of his collarbone.
The neckline is only a little bit loose, and it is indeed the sexiest to half-cover the face, much more alluring than exposing it directly.
When Qi Yiliao is like that, people would really want to sit on his lap, with their backs to him, and grab the desk with both hands.
Alas.
Jiaobai withdrew his gaze and observed the activity and reaction of the white cat.
The white cat looked straight at him and blinked slowly.
Jiaobai: “…” The reason why cats do this is…
He looked at the activity level again.
Died on 18 and didn't move.
"Third brother, do you still need to be alert?" Jiaobai asked.
"Yeah." Qi Yiliao was sitting, looking up at him. The arc behind his neck gave people the illusion that he was looking up at a god.
Jiaobai was disgusted by his own thoughts. The god is Li Jue, Li Jue is the god of this comic, and he is just a poor worker.
"The greater the power a person holds, the more restraint he must exercise." Qi Yiliao lowered his head slightly, his wet and cold eyelashes casting a dark silhouette.
Jiaobai looked at Qi Yilao twice more and thought, of all the big family leaders in the whole comic, only you have done it. You were very tactful to step back and make way for Shen Er'an.
Didn't argue with him.
Qi Yilao's first appearance in "Broken Wings" was when he brought Jiang Yan to Nancheng to attend the old lady's birthday party, which was the scene where Jiaobai traveled through.
And he retired at a time when Shen Er'an's record was feared by the outside world.
The opening and closing are both a person’s youth and prime years.
Jiaobai was very curious about Qi Yilao's world. When this man held power, he held it very tightly, and the Qi family and other families in West City could not move an inch. But he could let go of power and step back, calmly and restrained.
He has few roles in the comics, and is always graceful, warm and elegant, never impulsive or out of control.
I don’t know what happened in his middle age and old age.
Logically speaking, he should be planting flowers and raising grass in Lanmo Mansion and enjoying his old age.
Jiaobai looked at the white cat with blood still on its fur and suddenly a thought popped into his mind: Could it be that Qi Yiliao committed suicide in the end
Like all the dead people in the Qi family's history, guarding the next head of the family in the cemetery in the backyard
"I talk to you ten times, and you get distracted ten times." Qi Yiliao got up from the desk at some point and came to Jiaobai's side. "Tell me, what are you thinking about?"
Jiaobai first looked around, then leaned close to Qi Yilao's ear.
Qi Yiliao very gracefully placed one hand on the edge of the table and bent his back to get closer to him.
"Third brother, I have a secret to tell you." Jiaobai whispered, "I can see ghosts. It's a natural ability."
"Oh? What kind of ghosts did you see?" There was a scent of wine in Qi Yilao's breath and a smell of agarwood in his collar. The two smells mixed together made people dizzy.
Jiao Bai looked up and stared at Qi Yiliao, who was looking down. An awkward silence spread. This was a big move, and it wouldn't work. He rubbed his nose and laughed awkwardly: "I'm just bragging. In fact, I'm just weak, so I'm prone to encountering evil things."
"Last year at Lan Mo Mansion, when I suddenly sat on your lap and ate a fried egg, and also at Xi Garden, I was seriously injured for no reason. It was all because I was touched by dirty things and possessed by evil spirits." Jiaobai was still frightened.
The activity level is increasing, increasing and increasing!
18 rose to 18.3.
Qi Yiliao touched his hair sympathetically, the dampness and coldness of his palm seeping into him: "What about this year?"
"Not yet this year." Jiaobai said, "Should I go to the temple to worship?"
"Let Azhen take you there on the weekend." Qi Yiliao put his index finger and middle finger together, bent them slightly, and lifted the soft hair on the young man's ear.
Jiaobai was secretly delighted at the increase in activity level when he suddenly felt a cold breath brush past his ears, accompanied by a faint smile.
"Children shouldn't have too many thoughts. They are not pleasing to the eye."
When Jiaobai faced Qi Yilao, he was restrained and was not likely to do anything rash. After receiving the warning from the other party, he stopped letting his thoughts run wild and obediently picked up the schoolbag from the ground and unzipped it in his arms.
There are really some questions that I don’t know how to answer about茭白.
Qi Yiliao really taught him, and taught him in great detail, giving him several examples for reference and organization.
It's unbelievable that a man in his thirties could actually solve high school physics problems.
"I have a camera in my head. I will never forget what I have seen." Qi Yilao turned the ballpoint pen of his student. The lines from his forearm to his wrist were smooth and mature. He held the red pen between his white fingers and turned it. The arc was neat. "Except for species like humans who change all the time."
Jiaobai took the opportunity to ask, "So you didn't call me Little Li, Little Zhang, Little Mountain Cat last year just to tease me?"
Qi Yiliao looked innocent and surprised: "I called you so many names?"
Wild rice: “…”
"But," Qi Yiliao threw the pen into his textbook, "the little mountain cat was quite suitable for you last year."
茭白 was speechless. What's the matter? Did I change the variety this year
Qi Yiliao's cell phone rang and he answered it. Not knowing what the person on the other end said, he glanced at Jiaobai.
"Here with me." Qi Yiliao stood up and went to the lockers on one wall. He opened a drawer, which was full of cigarettes neatly arranged. He took out a box, opened another drawer, took out a lighter from the ones that were also full, and waved to the back.
Jiaobai was collecting homework books, but I ignored her.
"Xiaobai," Qi Yiliao said with a smile in his voice, "Come here."
Jiaobai lingered over, tore open the packaging line of the cigarette box, threw the box open, and took out a cigarette from it.
Qi Yiliao lowered his head, moved closer with his slightly opened lips, and took hold of the cigarette in his hand.
Jiaobai resisted the urge to roll his eyes and, following Qi Yiliao's gaze, he flicked the lighter.
If you hold your phone in one hand, will the other hand be useless
Besides, why can't you put down your phone and wear Bluetooth headphones? Isn't this an accessory for old-fashioned bosses
Jiaobai took off the cap of the lighter and pressed a button to produce a cluster of fireworks.
The flame danced in Qi Yiliao's eyes, which were almost touching his forehead. In the other's dark gray pupils, he saw his own eyes, which were also reflected with an orange-red halo.
The fireworks rolled between them like a red sun and embraced them tightly.
Even the drop of water that dripped from Qi Yilao's hair, fell on Jiaobai's eyes, and trembled and bloomed was hot.
Lighting cigarettes for others,
I'll eat茭白 only once in my two lifetimes.
Nothing more to say, just keep a record.
When Jiaobai was keeping accounts, he felt a chill on his ears and Qi Yiliao put his cell phone close to him.
The call was from Chu Dongshan, and the person he was looking for was Jiaobai.
Chu Dongshan said he rescued a teenager at the beach.
When Jiaobai heard this beginning, he thought of a person, Li Jue.
After listening to Chu Dongshan's description, his guess was verified. It was really classmate Li who was involved in a kidnapping incident at sea and was recognized as a younger brother by the kidnappers, and was unharmed.
This line has been changed.
Chu Dongshan is the third male lead. Because of his character, he is the most troublesome in the male supporting group. He first met Li Jue in a leisure club. Li Jue was a waiter and Chu Dongshan came to have fun. He saved Li Jue who was harassed by a customer.
Chu Dongshan's voice was hoarse from being burned by alcohol for a long time: "The child was confused and called out a few names, including yours. He thought you were dead."
Jiaobai inhaled the secondhand smoke that Qi Yiliao exhaled: "He is my neighbor's brother from my hometown. As for whether I live or die, you can tell him whatever you want."
The news of fake death can only float in the sea, and it will be exposed sooner or later after returning. Chu Dongshan has found out about it. It doesn't matter. Anyway, the purpose of his fake death has been achieved. Qi Shabi's activity level has been increasing. He will soon join a group, but I don't know which group it will be.
Chu Dongshan said: "What's his name?"
Jiaobai: "Li Jue."
Chu Dongshan asked which two words they were. He insisted on getting to the bottom of it, as if it was deeply engraved in the hearts of the people.
"Li Jue." Jiaobai said, "Li means courtesy, Jue means jade."
Chu Dongshan was silent for a while: "The name suits him very well."
Jiao Bai had a wooden face. Chu Dongshan didn't ask him to go and pick up Li Jue, or send Li Jue to Lan Mo's house. It was obvious that he wanted to keep Li Jue.
Are you interested now
Jiaobai then thought about it and realized that in the comics, Chu Dongshan fell in love with Li Jue when he first saw him.
In his inner voice, he noticed Li Jue because she reminded him of his first love, Chu Xiaoli. They were both pure and tender.
"What happened to him?" Chu Dongshan seemed to be wiping someone's sweat, and his breathing was a little heavy.
"Wait until he wakes up and ask him." Jiao Bai knew all too well about the melodrama. Even if he spoke sincerely, Chu Dongshan would still only believe what Li Jue said.
Jiaobai just hopes that Li Jue's fever has gone down, so that he can be more sober when answering Chu Dongshan's questions, and not forget this and that, speak incompletely, and trigger a messy and bloody chain.
"Give your phone to your master." Chu Dongshan said this. His choice of words was not deliberate. In their circle, too many people treat them as masters. This is their living environment.
Before Jiaobai could say anything back, his cell phone was taken away by Qi Yiliao.
"Dongshan, Xiaobai and I are not in an employer-employee relationship." Qi Yiliao leaned against the storage wall cabinet, "He doesn't charge a penny."
Jiaobai had a look on his face that said, "What nonsense are you talking about?" I didn't charge you a penny, it's you who didn't give me any.
Qi Yiliao spread his hands to him, in his palms were the cigarette box and lighter he had just opened: "Greedy cat, take it."
Jiaobai ignored the old pervert's call, snatched the two things from his hands, and went to the side to satisfy himself.
When Jiaobai smoked a cigarette, his soul floated up.
I don't have a smoking habit, I just want to have a puff.
Earlier last year at Fuyuan Building, he went to the inner room of the lounge and breathed in all the secondhand smoke. Things have really changed.
Qi Zizhi was half dead, and it should be Qi Lin who drove Li Jue off the boat. After all, he didn't have many roles in the original novel, and he didn't know Li Jue, so he was not affected by the other's aura.
Who could have thought that Li Jue would end up in such a situation and end up entering the Chu family early.
Jiaobai recalls the plot, Li Jue didn't want to transfer to Xicheng to go to school, so Chu Ershao found him an apartment next to Nancheng No. 3 Middle School, and went to see him every now and then, not forcing him, just watching him was enough. The romantic and rich young man became a love-struck man.
As for the male second, Cen Jingmo, he has not met Li Jue yet, so it is unlikely that their plot will be advanced. After all, in "Broken Wings", it was when Shen Eran was in charge of the Shen family and was at the peak of his career.
The fourth male Liang Dong is in police station.
Male five...
Jiao Bai thought about it carefully. Male Five was Shen Er'an's secretary. He changed from a bystander to a silent guardian. He felt sorry for Li Jue and wanted to take him away, but Li Jue refused. He said Shen Er'an was his life. What a paranoid man.
Li Jue is the axis of this world.
be, because Shen Er'an is different from the scumbag tops in other melodramatic comics. He is a scumbag from the beginning to the end and has never fallen in love with Li Jue.
Therefore, their be is that they didn't love each other in the end, not that they were separated by Yin and Yang.
Li Jue will not die.
Only then did Jiao Bai taste the unusual flavor. Among all his good friends, the most difficult one was not Qi Yilao, but Li Jue.
It’s not Li Jue himself, it’s his aura as the protagonist.
Jiaobai originally thought that as long as he expanded his social circle with the wealthy family, he could make Li Jue curious about him and think, "Wow, there is such a thing." But now he felt that it was not that simple.
Jiaobai noticed Qi Yiliao's gaze and went to meet him.
They stared at each other through the smoke.
Each of them stood in their own world and position, forming a weird sense of balance.
Qi Yiliao smiled strangely, but it disappeared in a flash.
Chu Dongshan asked on the phone: "Lao Qi, that child has been with Lao Shen. If you keep him by your side, do you want to say hello to Lao Shen?"
"No need." Qi Yi said nonchalantly.
Chu Dongshan choked up: "I think Old Shen treats him quite well..."
"What?" Qi Yiliao seemed not to hear clearly.
"Nothing." Chu Dongshan braked in time. He was about to hang up when he suddenly remembered something, "Isn't it time for your aunt to come back to China to look for you?"
“It’s that time of the year again…”
Before Chu Dongshan finished speaking, a fragile and helpless moan was heard from his end, like a newborn furry animal, so soft that people wanted to hold it in their hands and rub it.
Qi Yiliao frowned and hung up the phone.