Chapter 24 (Part 2)

On the day he got the pen and paper, Qi Ji drew a lot in one breath. He also didn't know where all the various painting tools, paints and papers came from. Even Qi Ji had never heard of some brands and tools, so he could only judge the price based on the feel of the hand, and he felt that it was convenient and comfortable to use.

Not knowing the source of the painting tools, Qi Ji thanked the strange man who often helped him clean up his scattered works, and who always helped him with water and paper.

He really had to thank the other party. Once the paint rubbed against the corner of his lips, Qi Ji didn't know it and almost licked it off. It was the man who reminded him and carefully helped him for a long time before he cleaned the paint.

As a result, when he woke up the next morning after expressing his thanks, Qi Ji found that the bed he was sleeping in was directly surrounded by various pen and paper utensils.

Qi Ji was also led to the next room, and he could go directly from the bedroom where he was resting. Qi Ji had been there before. The room was originally white, spacious and empty. It was probably a lounge. There were only a few tea tables and a few cushions in total.

But when he was led over again, the room was completely different. The spacious space is invisibly divided into several areas by different color schemes and decorations. Each area is related to art and design. Even the four walls have been turned into wide paintings that can be painted at will.

This room is a great gift worthy of surprise for every artist who needs to create inspiration.

Qi Ji is no exception. He likes this room very much. Along with that, he also liked that strange man with a nice voice, gentle attitude, and always giving him something.

In this way, Qi Ji lived a life of concentrating on painting again, except that sometimes he had to cooperate with various inspections, and there were some inquiries over and over again.

He originally thought that this kind of life would last a little longer, allowing him to slowly dissipate the inexplicable anger in his body and bring everything back on track. But as time went on, things didn't develop in the direction Qi Ji's ideal.

The medicinal power gradually accumulated, and finally became unable to be suppressed by human will. Later, even holding the pen didn't help much to distract attention. Qi Ji's paintings became more and more scribbled, and the colors became thicker and thicker, so thick that it almost burned people's eyes.

He desperately needs something cool, physically cool, and this is the only way to cool him down. Qi Ji soaked in cold water for longer and longer, and he often stayed in and reasonable, until he soaked himself to the point where there was no more heat, and then left from the water that was so cold that it was about to freeze.

But soaking in cold water didn't go well. There would always be someone to disturb him. Sometimes the water would become warm for no reason. Sometimes Qi Ji finally fell asleep in the water to cool down, but he woke up from the heat on the bed for some reason. .

Qi Ji became more and more sad day by day, and the awake time was almost completely occupied by the burning drowsiness. In the end, I couldn't even draw anymore, and the only way to relieve it was to wait for that special bass to appear, wait for him to talk to himself, and then slowly fall asleep in his voice.

But Qi Ji couldn't forcefully occupy this voice and let it accompany him all the time. He has heard other people's conversations with this voice. Those people call him young master, boss, and gentleman. 's name.

Qi Ji began to learn from the age of one that she should not delay the work of her close people because of her emotions.

But he understands intellectually, but he still feels lost in his heart.

Qi Ji wanted to have a voice that only belonged to him and could accompany him more.

Then maybe he wouldn't be so miserable.

Due to this kind of torment, Qi Ji's sleeping condition, which had already improved somewhat, began to deteriorate again, and the quality of sleep was getting worse and worse. Only after being coaxed by the bass player could he forcefully sleep longer.

But any disturbance in the middle of the night, even the sound of the soft bed being rubbed slightly, can wake him up.

Qi Ji woke up under this kind of movement. When he opened his eyes, he saw the familiar string of flat and wide bracelets beside his pillow.

It was the bracelet he had been carrying on his right hand but had lost it for a long time. Qi Ji has been thinking about it all the time. When was painting a few days ago, painted it. There is a family of four in the painting, everyone has one in their hands, and everyone has a smile on their face.

Qi Ji woke up instantly.

In addition to the bracelet, there was a person beside the bed who had just put down the bracelet and had not had time to withdraw his hand and leave.

Just like that night many years ago, Qi Ji was worried because the bracelet was too tight, and then he waited for Dad Qi who helped him weave a new bracelet and put it on his pillow as a gift.

It's been a long time since Qi Ji, and for a long time, I didn't dare to think that I would see each other again.

Even in a dream, it feels extravagant.

He almost jumped out of bed. The physical torment over the past few days made Qi Ji feel hard on one side of his head, not to mention such a violent movement, but when he saw the familiar bracelet, he jumped up like a patient who had suddenly recovered. , jumped straight into the man's arms.

"dad!"

Qi Ji hugged the man tightly, hugged the solid and reliable broad chest that could always shield him from the wind and rain in his mind, and cried out in a chorus of voices.

"Dad, Dad...Dad woo...Dad, I miss you so much..."

Just like someone who has been lost in the desert for a long time suddenly touches a spring, Qi Zhihang greedily absorbs the other person's body temperature. He had been walking for too long, but suddenly, in a time of despair, he saw the open and intact door of his home.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, Dad, why have you been gone for so long, don't you miss me?"

Qi Ji said that these should be the closest and most self-assured questions, but slowly he lost his confidence.

His voice also dropped.

"Dad, I'm sorry, I didn't do well, I'm ignorant... I'll change it. Don't leave me, okay?"

Qi Ji tried hard to suppress it, but in the end he couldn't control it, so he could only sob and repeat it over and over again without a sound.

"Don't go, okay... Dad, don't want me..."

The person he was hugging seemed to be a little stiff, and it took a long time for him to react. He slowly raised his hand and tentatively embraced Qi Ji's thin back, which heaved violently.

Tears fell one by one and fell into the cradle of the human neck, splashing the skin around them all wet. Only then did Qi Ji realize that he was crying. He hurriedly let go of the other party, wiped the tears from his face indiscriminately, and hurriedly apologized.

"I'm sorry, don't you like me crying? Mom said that boys can't cry, I'm sorry dad, I won't cry anymore, I won't cry anymore, I'm sorry..."

As Qi Ji spoke, there were still tears coming out of his eyes. He couldn't stop it. He was desperately busy wiping, trying to prove what he said.

He was too afraid of being left behind again. Like a drowning person holding the last straw, Qi Ji was struggling to the death, waiting for the hopeless response...or the utter despair of falling into death.

"Don't want me, Dad, I won't cry anymore, I'm obedient..."

With a crying voice, he reassured, and the hands that were holding the person tightly were carefully retracted, wiping the tears on his face indiscriminately, and trying his best to use his sleeves to wipe the water stains on the person's shoulders.

Until the flustered left hand was gently pulled apart by a gentle force, Qi Ji's back was also embraced and gently patted.

"It's ok."

Qi Ji finally heard the man in front of him speak, a little lower than he remembered, but he quickly regained his usual tone.

"Cry if you want to cry, it's okay, I'm with you."

Qi Ji took a breath, reached out again, and carefully hugged the broad and strong shoulders.

"Really, Dad?"

he asked quietly.

"Won't you dislike me even if I cry?"

"real."

The man repeated patiently, comforting Qi Ji, who was as uneasy as a frightened bird.

"I've always liked you."

Qi Ji stopped talking, he buried his head in the other's neck, and hugged him tightly in silence.

After a long time, he choked up again until the neck socket was full of water marks, and the tears could not hold, and they fell down along the clear outline of the collarbone.

"dad."

Qi Ji screamed in a low voice, her voice dyed wet. Thin as a pitiful abandoned cat.

His words are also like cat's paws, scratching on people's hearts, making people feel Yang and hurt.

"I'm uncomfortable……"

"Where is it uncomfortable?"

The man asked him and coaxed him to tell all the pain he suffered.

"I'm so hot, it's been hot all the time, and my body still hurts."

Qi Ji sobbed softly, finally finding a home for all his grievances.

"Am I going to lose it, Dad? Can I still be with you all the time? I don't want to..."

"Shh."

The last word was cut off before he could say it.

"It's okay, you just have a small cold and have a little fever. When the fever subsides and the cold is cured, your body will recover. Don't worry."

Qi Ji tugged at the corner of the other person's clothes and asked in a low voice, "Really?"

He was frightened, insecure, and wanted to verify every word of his father.

But every time he asked a question, he was careful, as if he was afraid that if he said one more word, he would be repelled.

"Really. I promise."

The person who answered him was surprisingly patient, comforting the sensitive and restless boy in his arms over and over again.

"You'll be fine soon."

It wasn't until Qi Ji was so tired of crying that he couldn't keep his eyes open, that person asked in a consultative tone.

"Does your eyes hurt? Shall we sleep for a while?"

Qi Jishen wanted to rub his eyes, but his hand was gently pulled away. There were wet wipes by the bed, and the man used a moist and soft cotton towel to slowly wipe away the tears from his eyelashes and red eyes.

Qi Ji raised his head and waited obediently for someone to finish wiping, when he heard the person ask, "Do you want to sleep?"

He hesitated, his fingers still tightly grasping the corner of the other's clothes.

The man seemed to see Qi Ji's worry at a glance, and assured him in a low voice, "I'm not leaving."

Qi Ji asked in a low voice, "Then can I see you when I wake up?"

"Yes." The man immediately gave an affirmative answer without a second of hesitation.

"You can see me as soon as you open your eyes."

Qi Ji sniffed, "I want to see you."

The man stretched out his hand again, and wiped the tip of Qi Ji's red nose with a wet towel.

There was a kind of reassuring magic in his voice, "I'm right here with you, I'm not going anywhere, you can definitely see me."

Qi Ji was finally coaxed by him to lie down obediently.

There has been no lights in the room, only the night light on the bedside that senses someone's movement lights up a little soft dim light, making this room more suitable for falling asleep.

Qi Ji slept in the quilt as soft as clouds, stretched out his hand, and held a finger of the person beside the bed loosely.

The man pulled the horn again, covering the back of Qi Ji's hand.

Qi Ji couldn't open his eyes, and insisted on saying in a vague voice, "Good night, Dad."

"Good night, baby."

The broad palms covered the soft quilt and tapped with the gentlest rhythm.

"Nice dream."