An uneasy silence permeated the study.
Something is dancing in the dust, trying to create sparks.
"Tell me what you think." Qi Yiliao turned his chair and faced the young man. At that moment, the bloody rain and bloody wind behind the elegance were released. He was a benevolent king, but also a tyrant, and he could switch with a thought.
Jiaobai suddenly felt like he was in an interview, and it was his first time in the workplace as a fresh graduate. As a high school student, he needed to take his experience into consideration.
So Jiaobai reluctantly said, "Actually, I don't quite understand."
He covered the bite wound on the back of his neck, and mentally made a note of Qi Yiliao's account, while continuing to say, "I can't imagine it."
Qi Yiliao heard this and said in a sympathetic tone: "Then let me show you?"
"..." Jiaobai's attention was instantly diverted from the little account book in his heart. He glanced at Qi Yiliao. This was not impossible.
Qi Yiliao followed his gaze and glanced downwards.
Jiaobai was about to explain in a bunch of nonsense when a helpless sigh sounded above his head: "I'd better show it to you. You are too curious."
"No, no." Jiaobai refused repeatedly. Please don't, I still want to see the sun tomorrow.
Qi Yiliao asked with certainty, "Really?"
Jiaobai nodded reluctantly: "Really not."
"Can you stop being curious in the future?" Qi Yiliao asked patiently.
"Yes," said Jiaobai.
No way! Absolutely not! From today on, whenever he saw Qi Yiliao, he would think of the cage.
When I think of a cage, I think of the bird trapped inside.
It's horrific, cruel, and inhumane!
Jiaobai's right hand was lifted up again. This time Qi Yiliao did not touch the marks on his palm, but looked at his scratches: "Since Xiaobai doesn't want to see it and is not curious, then forget it."
The scratch on his hand was stinging, and Jiao Bai endured it, but couldn't help it, so he had to follow Qi Yiliao's topic and say, "Third brother, I understand."
Qi Yiliao held up his hand with a few fingers: "Oh?"
"You told me earlier that the greater the power, the more restraint you must have. You don't want to indulge yourself, and you don't want to become a slave to desire." Jiao Bai's voice trembled. Qi Yilao leaned very close to his hand injury, and his breath sprayed on it, which was so fucking itchy.
Like the most beautiful feather on a bird, the one that best represents power and status, it gently scratched him.
The bird's owner asked, "What do you think?"
Jiaobai: “…” He wanted to swallow the ball that rolled over.
"Humans have seven emotions and six desires." Qi Yiliao let go of Jiaobai's hand, leaned back in the chair, and folded his hands on his legs. He laughed, "Just a mere emotion, do I need to go to such great lengths to restrain it?"
"I think lust itself is not scary, what's scary is the things that come from it." Jiaobai took his hand off the back of his neck and wiped the blood off his hand on his clothes casually, "For example, being too unbridled will lead to promiscuity, promiscuity, and contracting diseases."
Qi Yilao seemed to be thinking about something: "Go on."
Jiaobai just picked out the old cucumber attackers from one or two melodramatic comics, mixed them together, and said a lot.
Who would have thought that after Qi Yilao finished listening, he asked a nonsensical question: "Is this the reason why you don't follow Lao Shen?"
Jiao Bai was speechless. How did it get to that old dog? Under Qi Yiliao's expectant gaze, he said, "That's not the case."
"Last year, I was possessed by an evil spirit and fell seriously ill. After waking up, he returned to Xiyuan and brought me a cake. I had just woken up and was taking Chinese medicine." Jiaobai was too lazy to mention this. It was not because he was still angry, but because he simply did not want to recall it.
Qi Yiliao nodded slightly: "You think his attention is just superficial, and he has never really thought about you."
"Anyway," Jiaobai rolled his eyes, "He told me that I have the title of Mrs. Shen and half of his property has been given to me. He asked me why I was still not satisfied and what I wanted."
Having said this, Jiaobai stopped talking.
Qi Yilao didn't ask for a long time.
The hook of Jiaobai failed to hook anyone, and he could no longer hold back: "Third brother, don't you want to know how I answered?"
"Freedom and equality," Qi Yiliao looked up at him, "aren't these two things? They are all in your eyes."
Jiaobai was stunned. He suddenly bent down, raised his hand and placed it on Qi Yilao's head.
At this moment, the world seemed to stop, split, and shatter.
Jiaobai said dryly: "Third brother, there is a grass on your head, I took it off for you." I'm sorry, old pervert, please believe me, I just want to hug your cat, it's crying.
And the cat's head was right on top of Qi Yilao's hair.
It's really not his fault.
Qi Yiliao smiled and said, "Where's the grass?"
There is only the word "Grass" on Jiaobai's hand. It jumped out from his heart and fell there. There is no real object.
Qi Yiliao stood up from his chair, reached behind him, and accurately pressed the wound on the back of the young man's neck, rubbing it lightly and heavily, and said in a disappointed tone: "Xiaobai, Third Brother doesn't like dishonest children. You should know this."
"Okay, I admit that I just want to comfort you, because," Jiaobai took a breath and said one of the few truths he had spoken since entering this world, "From a man's perspective, I sympathize with you."
There was dead silence in front of the desk.
Qi Yiliao placed his palm on the back of the young man's neck, and sewed his fingers to the place where he had previously tied it, almost perfectly overlapping: "What did you promise me a few minutes ago? You won't be curious anymore, but you want it again now."
茭白 feels guilty.
"You'd better go to the bathroom with Third Brother so you can see enough." Qi Yiliao turned him around and pushed him towards a wall.
Jiaobai walked in front, Qi Yilao supported him from behind, and with his other hand he straightened his coat which had been messed up at some point, and even pulled up his hem.
Somber and thoughtful.
He is indeed an old pervert, totally unpredictable.
The white cat is wagging its tail at the wild rice.
Jiaobai was no longer afraid. Qi Yilao told him that he was doing it to scare him, out of fun.
"Third brother, do you really want to show me?" Jiaobai looked back at Qi Yiliao, then turned back to look ahead, "Do you need a key to open it? I'm just guessing, I don't know if it's true."
"Oh."
There was a laugh from behind.
"You're dishonest again." Qi Yiliao raised his free hand and rubbed Jiaobai's ear affectionately, but the voice next to his ear was filled with dark troubles, "If you keep doing this, your uncle will be unhappy."
Jiaobai was silent. His rank was not high enough, so he couldn't do it.
Qi Yilao did not take Jiaobai to the bathroom. He went in by himself and closed the door, which was the same color as the wall, in front of Jiaobai, blending in perfectly with the wall.
Jiaobai stood there to sort out his thoughts. Tonight was a great harvest, and it was really just one step away from death...
What's missing? The wild rice was stuck. Maybe Qi Yiliao had gained more interest from him. After all, when he was bitten by Qi Yiliao, his activity level had exceeded 20, and now it was 20.86.
Jiaobai blew on the scrapes on his hands and pulled out the small flower thorns that were embedded inside, leaving a small drop of blood. He glanced and took a trembling step forward, looking extremely painful, but squinting his eyes slightly, like a white cat that wanted to rub his face.
Then look at the thin wire around the cat's neck.
A subtle thought came to Jiaobai's mind: cage? Cat
Could it be that,
Cat, hanging, thin wire, cage, grass, no way, I'm going to die.
Jiaobai forgot the blood on his hands. He wiped his face randomly, gasped excitedly, and then talked to the white cat: I hope that my guess just now was just my imagination, not the fact.
What do you think, cat
The white cat looked up.
Jiaobai covered her face with her hands, my god, she couldn’t even raise her head to look at it.
Not really.
You're not just talking nonsense, are you? If you are, just wink at me.
Jiaobai waited expectantly for the white cat's answer.
The white cat stared at him with its cold and noble golden eyes. Its bloody body trembled slightly, but it moved forward again.
Last year, Jiaobai thought he had finally figured out why the white cat had to move forward with the thin wire. It was tired of waiting for death and wanted to speed up the process, die early and be reborn sooner. But behind death, there was still a trace of survival instinct that had not been extinguished. So it screamed at him for help.
At this moment, Jiaobai began to waver in his point of view.
So far, all of Jiaobai’s friends have been online, and he has successfully sent one of them into the group. The activity levels of the others have already exceeded zero, and the task progress is very good.
This shows that Jiaobai has almost mastered the gameplay of the task. He is sure that the avatar is a reflection of the inner thoughts of his friends. It can be longing, missing, or desire.
Could it be that Qi Yiliao’s white cat is really the same as Pikachu…
Jiaobai couldn't accept it and refused to believe it. He muttered, "Cat, you asked me to untie the thin wire and rescue you. I'm afraid that's impossible. I don't have the key."
The key was in Qi Yilao's hand. He was so restrained that he was unwilling to come out of the cage and would rather be imprisoned inside.
Is it because once he comes out he turns into a giant monster
Jiaobai had no intention of clapping, cheering, eating melon seeds, or watching the show. He had only one thought: it would be better to stay imprisoned in there.
The white cat tilted its head.
Jiaobai: "..." Are you pretending to be dead
He tilted his head back, staring at the dark ceiling. Now he assumed that the white cat was Qi Yiliao's desire, so what should he do? Find the correct "key" to break the cage
"key".
Jiaobai rolled his eyes downwards and stared at Qi Yilao's portrait. What on earth was that long vertical shape of the small block behind the white cat
Once that part comes out, will Qi Yilao's secret be completely revealed
Jiaobai smacked his lips. The secret of the Qi family might not just be that Qi Yilao lived in a cage.
Qi Yiliao's surveillance-maniacal behavior cannot be linked to the cage.
The Qi family is eerie and cold.
A sick family, a sick head of the family, a sick second daughter. They dared to do this in the cemetery, in front of their father's tombstone...
He should still be there now, and he will probably continue to worship until dawn.
Lao Xiao has a big nose and wide nose wings, the type that never reveals its true appearance.
Jiaobai recalled the conversation between the two women from the Qi family and tried to speculate.
Is it some kind of chromosomal mutation, or a mental or blood-psychological genetic disease that causes the male members of the Qi family to die young and have difficulty living long when they grow up? The chances of female members being infected are smaller, but they dare not have children easily for fear that the next generation will be infected.
Qi Yilao was in his prime, the best period for his career and family, yet he was persuaded by his relatives to adopt a child and train him to be his successor.
Tsk.
Jiaobai now really doubts that there is no middle age and old age in his world, and life just stays in this period.
There was no movement on the wall. Qi Yiliao was still bathing in it, and it was unknown how long he would soak for.
Jiaobai looked at the white cat again. Its head was only connected by a little flesh and was about to break.
It doesn't work.
Even if cats do not represent a pure kind of desire, but something psychological, it is on the verge of exhaustion.
Jiaobai sat on the ground. Qi Yilao didn't let him leave, so he just waited there.
Tonight is going to be a sleepless night as the shock is too great.
The white cat had hung its head at some point, looking listless and half-dead, its fur, which had been soaked in blood, was tangled and tangled together in clumps.
Jiaobai is willing but unable to do so, so just wait a little longer until he collects more information.
Your friend is online
When Jiaobai heard the reminder, he didn't get up or look back. He was mentally checking his little notebook to see if he had missed anything in the notes.
It wasn't until the door in the wall opened and a large amount of moisture gushed out, sticking to the pores of his exposed skin, trying to wet him, that he moved.
Qi Yiliao was not wet all over. He was wearing a white shirt and trousers. He was dry all over, and his short hair was neatly combed. He gave people a sense of solemn ceremony from head to toe.
It seems like something is different.
Not as if.
Jiaobai stared at Qi Yiliao's white shirt and wiped the non-existent blood from his nose: "Third brother, you still have a white shirt."
Qi Yiliao rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt and said, "I've always had it, but I seldom wear it."
Jiaobai said sincerely, with burning eyes: "Looks younger."
Qi Yiliao smiled faintly, picked him up from the ground, and checked the bite wound on the back of his neck: "Does it still hurt?"
Jiaobai's mouth twitched. "Don't think I don't know that when you asked me that, I was still swallowing cigarettes in my throat. I heard it all. Did you take a cold shower in vain?!"
"It hurts." Jiaobai twitched his lips. You're in the book, old pervert.
"I'm sorry." Qi Yiliao wiped the blood from the edge of his wound with his thumb, moved his fingers upwards, and put them into the ends of his hair at the back of his head, ruffling his hair affectionately, "Forgive uncle?"
Jiaobai said, "Wait two days."
Qi Yiliao was not annoyed, and smiled considerately, "Okay, then wait two days."
Jiaobai thought that everything was done, but he didn't expect Qi Yilao to take him to the small Buddhist temple on the third floor.
"Third brother, my mind is in a mess now and I can't study." Jiaobai thought to himself, don't you like honesty? Then let's see what I'm going to do.
Qi Yiliao pulled out an old wooden chair and said, "In two hours or so, it will be dawn. I won't read any more."
"Let's play a game here." He sat down beside the altar and pointed to a wooden chair on the other side. "You sit there."
The altar was still empty, just like last time. Jiaobai really didn't want to sit on one side with Qi Yiliao, as he felt that if they sat there, they would be two tributes.
As a result, after Jiao Baizhen sat on it, he no longer cared about whether to pay tribute or not.
Because the game that Qi Yiliao was talking about was that each person told a secret.
"I'm much older than you, so I'll go first." Qi Yiliao smiled warmly, "I have a hidden illness."
Zizania: “…” That doesn’t count. I know it all. It’s freshly baked and still hot.
Qi Yiliao tilted his head and said, "It's your turn, Xiaobai."
Jiaobai slumped down in his chair: "I actually don't like eating Jiaobai fried with meat, because when I eat it, it feels like eating myself."
"Old Shen and the others also think that I have a hidden illness." Qi Yilao raised his head and his eyes fell on the carvings on the top of the Buddhist hall.
Jiao Bai was about to complain whether Qi Yiliao was trying to trick him with this, but his heart skipped a beat. Did Qi Yiliao mean that Shen Ji and Chu Dongshan only thought he was incapable and didn't know he was in a cage
If this is true, then Qi Yiliao would have no choice but to keep such a big secret until his death.
According to normal logic, when he reached back in the bushes tonight, Qi Yiliao would have dodged it or clamped his wrist to stop him.
He believed that given the height difference and physical agility between him and Qi Yiliao, he would be able to do it even if the opponent was completely unprepared.
Rather than being caught by him...
The wild rice plant stood up suddenly. On purpose.
Qi Yiliao did it on purpose!
In other words, the moment Qi Yiliao was caught by him, the other party's inner cry for help became materialized.
The prisoners in the abyss look up at the passers-by all year round, picking up the vitality they drop as they pass by.
Gradually, the vitality he picked up became less and less, and weaker and weaker.
Later, he couldn't pick up any more and could only watch the living lives pass by him.
He is tired and exhausted.
Lying at the bottom of the abyss, waiting for death to take him away.
Suddenly one day, when he was about to die, he struggled to crawl to the exit of the abyss, bared his bloody fangs, and bit down a person.
And I,
――The one that was dragged into the abyss.
Jiaobai stared at Qi Yilao, the corners of his eyes turning red due to his intense emotions.
Qi Yiliao withdrew his gaze from the carvings above his head and looked at the young man, with a puzzled look on his face: "What's wrong?"
Jiaobai clenched his fingers. This old pervert had asked him to go to the second floor underground. He was really angry and it was also true that he was dragging him into the water. Perhaps finding a ninja as a companion was a subconscious behavior, and he didn't even realize it.
The next moment, Jiaobai became uncertain again. Perhaps the old pervert realized it and was awake all the time.
I even waited for many days, even years, to choose a target and a date.
Jiaobai closed his eyes and slapped his stiff face twice: "I'm thinking about my secret."
"Are there too many? I don't know which one to choose?" Qi Yiliao pointed with his fingers resting on his black temples, slowly and gently.
A person who usually wears heavy dark gray suddenly wears white, giving people the feeling that he is a high-ranking figure who has stepped down from his high position, walked into the crowd, and stood in the snack street, and suddenly has a down-to-earth handsomeness and sexiness.
Jiaobai glanced at him and said, "Since you are wearing a white shirt and curled up in the cage, I won't complain about you this time."
"I like someone, based on his appearance," Jiaobai turned to look at the glittering little Buddha statue, his eyes filled with mockery, "When I first saw him, I was quite happy, my adrenaline was soaring, but then he hurt me, and I stopped liking him. Later, I was glad I didn't like him anymore, otherwise God would have laughed me to death."
"Everyone in the Qi family also thinks that I have a hidden illness." Qi Yiliao said.
Wild rice: “…”
Old Qi, are you really going to use this trick to the end? You are bullying the weak, right
Although if you think about it carefully, it is still different from the previous sentence.
Qi Yilao's younger aunt and second sister didn't know that he was hung in a cage, and they just thought that he couldn't be a normal man. Then he kept it secret for a long and deep enough. Did he hang himself
The wild rice is sleepy.
Yes, when the information points were so dense, he actually felt sleepy. He despised himself, but could not withstand the physical destruction.
In order to deal with Qi Yiliao, Jiaobai had to show his ultimate move: "I suspect this world is fake."
Qi Yiliao crossed his legs, still resting his head on one hand in a lazy posture: "Oh?"
Jiaobai muttered to himself, "Maybe it's because I'm possessed by evil spirits. Sometimes I suddenly have these thoughts and feel that the world is full of indescribable incongruity. I can't even tell the difference between reality and fantasy."
While he was talking, Jiaobai seemed to see Qi Yiliao's activity level jump up wildly from the corner of his eye, but when he looked carefully, the other party's activity level did not move.
It happened in a flash, it is impossible for it to go up and then fall back.
So it really didn't move, he was dazzled.
Damn, this illusion makes Jiaobai depressed.
Qi Yilao's eyes were half closed and half open, and there was something in his eyes: "I can't tell the difference between reality and illusion..."
Jiaobai nodded: "Yes." Comics and rebirth are his last two trump cards, which cannot be revealed to anyone other than himself.
The Buddhist temple became quiet.
When no one was talking, the light of the Buddha statue seemed to be a little brighter, as if the Buddha was about to appear at any time to answer people's questions.
Looking at the carvings above, they are all human limbs, very abstract, and it is impossible to tell whether they are male or female, old or young, beautiful or ugly, fat or uglier. Some are crowded together, while others are carved separately, missing some parts.
If you watch it for too long, you will feel psychologically uncomfortable and a little nauseous.
Qi Yiliao's voice came from across the altar: "It's almost dawn, go to bed."
Jiaobai's face turned green immediately, but he still had a change of heart as a pervert and decided to follow the same routine to get some information about him from the surveillance maniac.
That drove him away.
Jiaobai sat on the chair in fear for a while: "Third brother, your hidden illness..."
"If you tell others, no one will believe you." Qi Yiliao closed his eyes and said calmly, "Of course, if you tell others your last secret, no one will believe it either."
His voice lowered, like the murmur of someone sleeping beside him: "So, be good."
Jiaobai knew that the game was really over, so he had to collect the few pieces of information he had. The man on the chair was very suitable for a white shirt. If he was younger, he would be a young man who amazed all things in the four seasons.
It's a pity that the comics don't include the plot of Qi Yiliao's youth.
Jiaobai left the small Buddhist temple, walked past a corner of the large open space and headed towards the elevator, where his footsteps suddenly paused.
The wire around the cat's neck seems to be a little loose
It can’t be seen with the naked eye, but it can be felt.
Jiaobai looked at the cat carefully.
The cat's tail is held high.
Jiaobai twitched his face. The cat's fur was dull white at first, and then it turned blood-red. He couldn't imagine what it looked like when it was alive, how white and soft its fur was, or whether it was a big clump.
Why.
This is a mission, not a pet. See you when you join the group.
Jiaobai tried hard not to fantasize about petting a cat that day. He entered the elevator and looked at Qi Yiliao who was standing on the futon.
Qi Yilao's attributes were not explained in "Broken Wings", but now we have a glimpse of his outline.
--Gentlemanly but crazy, perverted but restrained.
Jiaobai went to school early the next morning, but Zhou Lanlan hadn't gotten up yet, saying she wanted to ask for leave. Jiaobai walked alone, and as the car passed through the trees on both sides and drove toward the gate, he looked back through the car window.
Dean Qi was on the balcony on the second floor, wearing a crimson bathrobe and holding a glass of red wine. Her short hair stuck to her neck. She stood there, with the long vines on the wall fluttering towards her, making her look like a miniature of the entire Qi family.
As if sensing something, Dean Qi shifted his gaze from the direction of the cemetery to the woods.
Jiaobai has already rolled up the car window.
"Baibai, remember to apply medicine on the abrasions on your hands." Zhang Zhen, who was driving, reminded.
Jiaobai responded and put two band-aids on the back of his neck to cover up the hideous bite marks caused by Qi Yilao. Otherwise, he didn't know how to explain it to Zhang Zhen.
"Go take a nap, I'll call you when we get there." Zhang Zhen looked at the road conditions. He did boxing every day, so he had a lot of exercise and a short but high-quality sleep. He didn't hear anything unusual last night. He only noticed something strange when he was having breakfast this morning.
The third brother's aunt was present, with swollen eyes and looking dazed, but his second sister did not show up.
As for the third brother, he didn't come out for breakfast either.
"Brother, my phone is out of battery. Can you lend me yours for a while?" As soon as Jiao Bai finished shouting, Zhang Zhen threw the phone to him and casually said the unlock password.
"Go to bed after playing for a while. It's too early to get up. I'm worried that you won't have energy in the morning." Zhang Zhen was very worried.
Jiao Bai had already started browsing the web. He dug up the revelations of the Shen family, saying that the Shen family had fought with the Cen family and lost. It also said that there was a crack in the relationship between the Southern Shen and the Western Qi.
Are there any cracks? Zizania biting vitamin C, tsk tsk, I don't know what tricks the rich circle is playing.
The comics do not go into detail about the changing situation.
Anyway, when Shen Er'an comes on the scene, everyone else will have to stand aside.
Shen Er'an's aura of being a protagonist is reflected in the business world, where he can call the wind and rain and is omnipotent.
"Brother, can I see your circle of friends?" Jiao Bai asked, and only opened it after getting Zhang Zhen's approval. He originally wanted to see the daily life of Qi family's thugs, but he didn't expect to get an unexpected gain.
Chu Dongshan posted a circle of friends a few days ago, which was a photo of red bean porridge.
Just ordinary red bean porridge.
Caption: Life is like this, perfect.
People in the circle were making a fuss, wondering where the good wife and mother came from and when they would bring her out for everyone to see.
Others can’t tell who made the red bean porridge, but the wild rice stem can be recognized at a glance.
Because it was Li Jue's bowl, a longevity bowl brought from his hometown. He was still using it when he lived with Shen Er'an, until it was smashed during one of Shen Er'an's violent actions.
Chu Dongshan was depressed for half a year because of Chu Xiaoli, and finally came out.
"Bai Bai," Zhang Zhen, who was sitting in the front driver's seat, shouted.
Jiaobai came back to his senses: "Hmm?"
"I have been in the Qi family for so many years, but I don't know the secrets of the Qi family. Don't be too curious." Zhang Zhen taught tactfully, "Third brother is very selective about who reads to him."
The implication is that you should always be vigilant, don't dive into the deep waters of a big family, and don't treat Third Brother as a long-term meal ticket.
Jiaobai touched the band-aid on the back of his neck: "Okay, I'll pay attention."
The phone on his lap vibrated, and Jiao Bai handed it to Zhang Zhen: "It's the third brother's call."
"You answer it." Zhang Zhen said, "Put it on the speaker."
The wild rice was picked up and released.
Then,
Qi Yiliao's sleepy and hoarse voice came from the car: "Azhen, contact Master Liao and ask him to order a few more pairs of pants for me."
Then Jiao Bai heard Zhang Zhen muttering, "Third brother is a loser."
Wild rice: “…”
That is. He carried the cage.
After Master Qingyun, Master Liao became the best tool man. He was able to make a cage that could hold a piece of furniture and yet could not be seen from the outside…
Jiaobai was shaking his legs and imagining things when Qi Yiliao said something on the other end of the phone.
"Xiaobai, come to the company to have lunch with your uncle at noon."
He said a few more words at the end.
"Take the keychain."