"Captain, where has Xiao Liu brother been?" After the performance, Fu Shuang couldn't find Qi Ji everywhere.

Ren Si signaled him to keep a little quiet, and Fu Shuang always made a fool of herself like this.

"Maybe in the bathroom, don't look for him now."

Fu Shuang pursed her lips slightly.

Ren Si gently hammered his chest, "Just pretend nothing happened, do you know?"

"I know, I know." Fu Shuang didn't start, "But is this really OK?"

This time Ren Si did not speak out.

On the other side, Qi Ji stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom. The young man in the mirror was wet, with water drops rolling down his face and neck. He looked at himself in the mirror and gasped gently. A drop of water fell on the platform. He held the corner of his mouth and raised a smile.

After coming out, Qiji found that the members were waiting for him. Fu Shuang took the lead and said, "Brother, there are quite a lot of people outside. You can go behind me later. I won't be able to take photos or something."

He was too obvious, and Ren Si turned his back and sighed.

Qi Ji was stunned, "Ah it doesn't matter, isn't it the same as usual?"

But Fu Shuang was very stubborn: "Anyway, you go behind me."

In the end, Qi Ji was forced to walk behind Fu Shuang. The security guards stood in a row to maintain order. The cameras kept making "clicks" and "clicks".

Qi Ji looked up at the person walking in front of him. Fu Shuang had grown a lot more than three years ago. The child who used to hide behind him and the captain would secretly cry and ask if he was not doing well enough, and now he can stand alone.

When Qi Ji thought of this, the shadow of another person flashed in his mind. He couldn't help but compare him with Fu Shuang, and found that the person was still taller, with wider shoulders and more stable and reliable...

wrong!

Why did he think of Wan Chukong at this time?

Qi Ji shook his head gently, trying to shake the figure in his head out, but suddenly a pair of hands appeared in his sight. Someone passed over the staff and handed a bouquet made of a bear to him. There was a letter in the bouquet.

The fans were more intense than the security guards' reaction, and some even directly stopped him and said, "I wonder why Wan Kui didn't let him accept gifts! He wouldn't accept gifts if he took them back!"

Qi Ji thought it was okay, he was not that fragile, and he was stuffed with gifts and letters by countless hands when he was in the parking lot.

That incident did not bring him that deep shadow.

But everyone's reaction was so fierce that even Fu Shuang reached out to protect him. He didn't know how to speak, afraid that he would let others down, so he could only shut up.

##

The fountain in the garden is still spraying water out, and the moonlight is shining golden light in the pool.

Chen Siying did not participate in the conversation after dinner. It was not until everyone went back to the house to rest that she quietly came out of the guest room to breathe, but she saw Wan Chukong sitting alone in the empty living room.

She was startled, "Uncle?"

Wan Chukong turned around, held the phone in his hand, and made a quiet gesture to her.

Chen Siying shrank her neck and walked towards the place where the cat was sleeping in the dark.

One of them quickly raised his ear and rushed under the cabinet. She paused and muttered, "Why are you so afraid of people?"

"I picked it up." Wan Chukong suddenly spoke behind him.

Chen Siying thought the man was competing with her again, so she hurriedly said, "Okay, I know, you picked up that cat, it's yours."

Wan Chukong continued: "Where I was filming, it looked like it was lying on the side of the road."

Chen Siying turned around and Wan Chukong had already put his phone on the coffee table at some point and watched the cat crawl down the cabinet.

"So pitiful." Chen Siying also looked over, "It must have been deliberately injured by someone, so she is so afraid of people?"

If it weren't for asking about Qi Ji, Chen Siying wouldn't have come to Wanjia with her grandfather.

She doesn't like this place, nor does she like her uncle very much.

Although she is chasing stars and likes people who are good-looking, Wan Chukong takes both of them, but Wan Chukong is the first person to stand up and oppose her.

As a junior, Chen Siying naturally couldn't refute anything in person, but behind her back she complained about her weird uncle with her sisters.

"Uncle, do you still hate idols now?" Chen Siying suddenly asked.

She never discussed these things with men before, and they almost rarely talked, so she didn't know him. She only knew that Wan Chukong was very strange, and even had a layer of conversation with her family, and no one knew what he was really thinking.

But today they talked a lot, and the topics were all centered on Qiji.

Wan Chukong replied: "I never said I hate it, I just don't understand some of your behavior very much."

In the eyes of adults, all their behaviors were probably not understood, but it was already incredible that Wan Chukong was willing to listen to her. After all, no one in this family wanted to listen to her.

"You don't need to understand me, just don't object. I haven't become bad because of star chasing, and I'm also working hard to live." Chen Siying looked at the furry white claws that suddenly stretched out under the cabinet, and thought for a while, "I know that idols cannot be perfect. What I like may be just a fictional image, but that's enough. What kind of person is Qi Ji? Before asking my uncle, I was afraid of getting answers that didn't match my expectations, but this is just my personal expectation...

"He is like a moon that cannot be touched in the water. If I touch it, the moonlight will dissipate, so just look at it from afar."

Chen Siying was moved by her words, and Wan Chukong only answered three words: "I don't understand."

She looked at Wan Chukong who was sitting on the sofa indifferently and took a deep breath.

Forget it, what did she expect this weird uncle to know? She has already said enough today, and even said old things like gifts.

"That means, uncle, you must be kind to Qi Ji and don't bully him. It's really not easy for him!"

The cat under the cabinet finally came out, and while being alert to strangers, he moved to the food bowl to lick the water and drank it.

It is too timid, and a little movement will startle it.

Wan Chukong made a soft voice, "You mean?"

Chen Siying couldn't help it anymore: "You won't really have an affair with me, right?"

At this moment, Qi Ji on the other end of the phone: "..."

Why did Wan Chukong ask him to wait for a while? Waiting for a moment is just waiting for his niece to question the relationship between them!

I heard Wan Chukong say, "Guess whom I was just calling?"

After two seconds of silence, a girl's stubborn voice came: "I don't want to know!"

Wan Chukong: "Well, guessed it right, it's Qi Ji."

Qi Ji: "..."

Should he speak? But Wan Chukong should have turned on the speakerphone and he could hear it so clearly...

Qi Ji fell on the bed in the hotel, once again glad that it was a single room. He touched his chest, his heart beat very smoothly, but there was a slight soreness on his waist.

He kept his phone in his ear until he heard him say, "I thought you would hang up."

Qi Ji blinked, "You said let me wait for a while."

He is very obedient!

"She has returned to the room." Wan Chukong said.

"Well, you're so angry." Qi Ji said honestly.

Then he asked, "Did you pick up Qiqi? It was injured before, but it has healed now, right?"

"Yeah." Wan Chukong said, fiddling with the little guy's claws that jumped onto his legs after Chen Siying left, "at least there is no problem on the surface."

"Is that right? That's good." Qi Ji breathed a sigh of relief. Wan Chukong had taken so many photos of cats for him, the most of which was Qiqi. It was so small that it had not learned much ability to survive, but it was cruelly hurt by humans.

"Qi Ji." Wan Chukong suddenly called his name.

"Um?"

Wan Chukong looked down at the kitten who had stopped stretching his claws at him, "What about you?"

"What?" Qi Ji didn't understand.

Wan Chukong was silent for a while, "It's nothing, good night, go to bed early, don't be too tired."

"...Okay, good night, you go to bed early too." Qi Ji didn't understand why the man suddenly ended the conversation, but he didn't ask, just responded submissively.

After the phone hung up, the man touched the kitten's head, and Qiqi made a "gurgling" sound, completely disappearing from his previous vigilance.

"Wankui Entertainment used to allow fans to give gifts. When Lullaby6 first debuted, there were not many people chasing her. The company did not restrict them from accepting gifts. Qi Ji had a good temper. Even if it was not given to him, he would help him transfer it as long as it was in his hands. As a result, some bad people gave gifts to Qi Ji, all of which were bad things. It was found that it was Fu Shuang's illegitimate fans. After that, the company stopped allowing artists to accept gifts from fans."

What Chen Siying said in the morning echoed in her ears. What Wan Chukong really wanted to ask on the phone was, what about you?

So has your wound healed?

The dull moonlight fell on my feet, and Wan Chukong recalled the strange metaphor of his niece.

If Qi Ji was the moonlight that others could not touch, how could he catch him?

##

Qi Ji was dreaming, and he knew clearly that this was a dream. A dream that had not been in a long time flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern.

【Bitch】

【waste】

【Ugly people make a lot of trouble】

【Keep away from Fu Shuang】

That year, Qi Ji was 21 years old and received the first threatening letter in his life. The white envelope under the gift box covered with pink love was the most distorted text. He flipped over one by one, and recognized the last photo for a while before he could see that he was bleeding from the p-s.
To be continued...