In Qi Song's room.
The thick curtains were drawn shut, blocking all light and leaving the room pitch black.
Only the flickering light of the computer screen dispersed a small patch of darkness from the room.
On the screen is the interface of an otome game.
As the sound of mouse clicks continues to sound, the plot of the otome game is constantly "skipped".
Qi Song was squatting on a chair, holding the mouse tightly in one hand, with a blanket wrapped around his body, and headphones on his head. His eyes were fixed on the computer screen, and a strange light reflected on his glasses.
It was as if she didn't know Liang Ziqi was coming.
There’s no need to see Liang Ziqi anymore, it’s perfect!
"Focus all your attention on the game. There is nothing in your heart. Nawu, Amen, 3.1415926..." Qi Song kept thinking wildly in his mind.
It's not that Qi Song hates Liang Ziqi, it's just because...Qi Song is not good at facing Liang Ziqi.
As a sociopath, he is not good at contacting any strangers, and Qi Song is especially not good at contacting Liang Ziqi!
Especially when she sees Liang Ziqi's sunny and pure smile, she always feels that she is a maggot in the mud and is not worthy of living in the same space as Liang Ziqi.
'I deserve to die for breathing the same air as Liang Ziqi! No, I'm going to die! '
This is what Qi Song thinks.
She felt like an insect in the deep darkness, observing the world with vulgar eyes, unable to face the dazzling sun. She would feel burned just by being exposed to the sun, and if she faced the sun directly, she would be sunburned to death sooner or later.
Qi Song knew he had a problem, and the doctor said it was social phobia. This caused a series of problems, such as causing her to devalue herself and severely lack self-confidence.
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Therefore, Qi Song finally had no choice but to take a leave of absence from school and stay at home.
If it weren't for her family's tolerance and care, she might not be able to survive in this world.
It's not like she didn't want to get out of the house, go out to make friends, and spend her youth wantonly with her friends.
No, for Qi Song, these should be said to be ambitions.
However, the reality is that the only people Qi Song can face easily are his family.
Gradually, even many people did not know that there was an eldest daughter in the Qi family. Even her father's partners mostly felt that Qi Ya was the eldest daughter.
'Since when did I become like this? 'Qi Song couldn't help but think about it.
Qi Song lives a very monotonous life, and the things he can think about are very limited.
What she is best at is recounting her own life, and she can remember most things clearly.
Because it's so simple.
'The sad feeling has risen again, wuwu~~'
Even though Qi Song wanted to cry, she still instinctively recalled it.
Her change seems to have started since the death of that person in elementary school.
After that, she became sensitive and unwilling to contact the outside world.
Because whenever she comes into contact with outsiders, she always feels various things that she cannot understand, as if she can directly feel other people's emotions.
Being able to know the other person's various thoughts, and even feel the darkness deep in the other person's heart.
The doctor said that this was because she became too sensitive after being stimulated and had an overreaction.
Qi Song also tried treatment, but it had little effect. But in order not to let her sad father continue to worry, she was sensible and endured and suppressed herself.
Things didn't get any better.
Time doesn't heal everything.
Instead, as time went by, she became increasingly unable to bear her sensitivity.
Gradually, she became unwilling to interact with her classmates in class.
When I was in junior high school, I became the outcast of the class.
In high school, I completely separated myself from my classmates.
I finally got into college, but on the second day after enrolling, I fainted when facing the counselor and was sent home.
After being diagnosed with social phobia, she stayed home from school.
Fortunately, her family understood her and indulged her willfulness.
When thinking about family.
The corners of Qi Song's mouth couldn't help but curl up.
Only when facing her family can she feel relaxed and happy. Because of this, her family never noticed anything strange about her until she fainted in college.
So she relies a lot on her family.
The life experience that made Qi Song feel the happiest was the birth of Qi Ya and Qi Feng.
The feeling of blood connection made her feel at ease.
The number of family members has increased, which makes her feel happy.
She just watched Qi Ya grow up little by little.
From being so small, she has grown into a little carrot head; from being able to crawl, she has grown up to be able to walk; from learning to speak, she has grown up to say the first sentence of "sister". Then walk out of the house...
Qi Song was naturally envious, but as her sister, she secretly blessed Qi Ya, hoping that Qi Ya could live a better life instead of being as dirty as she was.
'Now that Qi Feng is at home again, he will grow up little by little like Xiaoya, from crawling to walking, learning to speak, stepping out of the house, going to school to study, and making friends at school...'
'Like Xiaoya again, bring friends home to entertain...'
'Um? Bringing a friend home? ! '
Qi Song, with his divergent thinking, inevitably stepped into a minefield.
I didn't want to recall it in my mind, but the sealed memory suddenly exploded.
That day.
Qi Song prepared carefully prepared desserts at home, waiting for Qi Ya to come home from school, and spend a family night with Qi Ya.
The moment the door is opened.
The evening that was supposed to be dark suddenly burst into brilliant light - the sun broke into her door!
"Excuse me, I'm a guest. I'm Yaya's good friend. My name is Liang Ziqi. Is the beautiful sister Yaya's sister? Hello~ I heard Yaya said you don't have many friends. Do you want to make friends with me? Friends? Hehe..."
that moment.
Because she had not spoken to outsiders for three hundred and seventy-eight days, she had degenerated to the point where she could not speak to outsiders at all, and she did not even say a word.
Liang Ziqi kept bowing and apologizing, saying that she didn't know that sister Qi Song was mute.
Qi Ya could only forcefully explain that her sister was really not mute.
That night.
Qi Song didn't know how he spent that night.
Her memory here is somewhat vague.
She only remembered that she seemed to play some games with her two children, ate together, slept together, and seemed to go somewhere else...
She looked like an evil creature stung by the sun. The next day I had to huddle up in bed all day, licking my wounds silently.
Thinking about it.
Qi Song cried.
'Xiaoya is really a good child. What do you mean by not having any friends? I have no friends at all! It would be better if she could bring less Liang Ziqi to the house...'
When he thought of Liang Ziqi, Qi Song resisted instinctively. He felt sore in his waist and back, and his legs swayed as if they had been hollowed out.
"Sister Xiaosong, what game are you playing?"
Hearing the sound, Qi Song unconsciously replied: "Ah, it's the recently released Otome game, but I asked my father to ask someone to bring it back from Area 11..."
As he spoke, Qi Song seemed to realize something was wrong, his voice became smaller and smaller, and finally stopped.
Qi Song turned around and saw Liang Ziqi resting her little face on her computer desk, looking at the computer screen with a look that seemed to understand.
Behind Liang Ziqi, the door that should have been locked was opened at some point.
Qi Ya and a child who obviously looked like an outsider were standing at the door, looking at her.
"Why did those two male characters take off their clothes and lie next to each other?" Liang Ziqi asked curiously.
Qi Song's face gradually turned red from bottom to top.
"Hey~~~Don't look at it!
!
"
The shame of being spied on made Qi Song temporarily forget about the big problem of Liang Ziqi breaking into the room.
Qi Song now felt like she was a bedbug defecating. Someone suddenly removed the stone slab covering her head, exposing her to direct sunlight.
Qi Song: Please let me die now!
