People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 276 It’s dark, time to sleep

"Boss, please warm up two bowls of wine and a plate of fennel beans."

"You kid, you like to talk nonsense all day long."

The supermarket owner smiled at the cheerful Qi Yan in front of him, shook his head, bent down and picked up a box of beer from under the counter.

After handing the beer to Qi Yan, he stopped Qi Yan from taking out the money:

"No need, your mom helped us to reconcile those little things in our family, and I haven't thanked your family properly yet.

Today's drinks are free of charge. I'll treat your dad."

"One thing is one thing, and this is the last time I buy wine for my dad."

Qi Yan ignored the obstruction and put the money for the beer on the counter, then trotted out of the supermarket with the beer.

The boss frowned, looked at Qi Yan's back, and muttered:

"Kid, what nonsense are you talking about? Can your dad stop drinking?"

He scoffed, shook his head, and didn't think any more about it.

Qi Yan held the wine in his arms, greeted every acquaintance he met in the neighborhood, and ran back to his home.

"Oh, it's Qi Yan, everyone run!"

"Silly Qi Yan, laughing every day, mom crying, dad calling, playing dumb, jumping around!"

"Hahaha, he's looking here, everyone run!"

A group of eight or nine-year-old children were playing downstairs. When they saw Qi Yan, they immediately scattered.

While running, he did not forget to let out a childlike laugh.

Qi Yan stopped and tilted his head while holding the beer.

He remembered these kids. As the saying goes, children say nothing. According to his mother's teachings, as a high school student, he should not bother with these kids.

But... he is an adult now and should have his own ideas.

It will be over soon...

Qi Yan held the half-empty beer box and climbed up the stairs step by step, humming a little tune.

"Because I didn't take any medicine, I felt cute..."

"Children, be obedient and go home after dark. It's dangerous outside at night. Be careful of encountering..."

"I am the happy night wanderer, wandering around this town. People with a sense of guilt, remember to close the door..."

Humming a little tune, Qi Yan held the wine box with one hand and opened the door with the key with the other.

The woman was no longer in the room, replaced by a man with a scruffy beard and reeking of alcohol.

The pair of red eyes that appeared only when one was drunk turned and looked at Qi Yan.

"You're so slow even when buying a bottle of wine, you idiot!"

"Ah."

Qi Yan grinned, walked over and placed the wine in front of the man.

The man looked down and found that there was only half a box of wine left. Anger suddenly rose on his face:

“Why only buy half a box, do you look down on me?

Or is it that damn supermarket owner who is only willing to sell me half a box of wine? Does he also look down on me?

Damn you, you bastards, you all deserve to die!"

Qi Yan squatted behind the wine box, looked up at the furious man in front of him, and chuckled:

"Half a box is enough, because this time, I am ready to make a new choice. Soon I will die, and then everything will be over."

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

The slap came whistling.

Qi Yan tilted his head and dodged it easily.

His eyes were filled with nostalgia: "It's been a while since I've experienced this feeling of having to worry about my own injuries, because I can't die at all.

Why can’t I die?”

"Don't hit the kids!"

The woman heard the man's roar and came out of the bedroom just in time to see this scene. She immediately rushed up and tried to stop the man.

But all she got in return was a beating and kicking from the men.

Qi Yan squatted silently aside, looking at the two people entangled like wild beasts, with a bright smile.

"Why are you laughing?"

The man suddenly turned his target to Qi Yan: "It's all because of this bastard woman. She taught you this. Why are you laughing? Did she deliberately let you mock me?!"

The fist dropped.

Qi Yan rolled over on the floor, dodging the man's fist, then got up and said with a smile:

"Dad, look outside, it's not dark yet."

As he spoke, Qi Yan walked towards the clean and clear window in the living room.

The windows will be seen by outsiders, so women will wipe them carefully every day and there will not be a trace of dust on them.

Qi Yan stood in front of the window, looking down at the earth below.

There were several figures roaring something angrily downstairs.

The man rushed up from behind with his fist raised.

But the woman suddenly hugged his legs and begged:

"Don't hit the child. He has to go to school tomorrow. If people see the injuries on his body, he will be laughed at!"

"roll!"

The man kicked the woman away and rushed towards Qi Yan with a roar.

Amid the roars of the men, the pleas of the women, and the growls of the figures downstairs, Qi Yan turned around and opened his arms.

"Dad, it's getting dark."

The fist landed on the face, and Qi Yan hugged the man's drunken body.

He fell back, smashing through the always clean window, and wrapped his arms around the male tightly.

The wind is whistling in my ears, and this world is so noisy.

The setting sun was not dazzling, but Qi Yan's vision was a little blurry.

The heavy sound announced that the death knell had been tolled.

The mournful cry represents a new beginning.

Qi Yan opened his eyes in the glow of the setting sun, his golden pupils reflecting the red sunset glow.

A foul smell filled his nostrils.

But the next second, a petite, somewhat cold body threw itself into his arms and hugged him tightly.

“Brother…Brother…Brother!”

"Ah, the feeling of being hugged, but it's a little tight, I feel like I'm being strangled."

……

……

The melodious melody of the violin comes to an end.

Qi Yan slowly opened his eyes with a happy smile on his face.

Arturo put down his bow.

"You openly express your thoughts. You are the freest person I have ever met. But why can't I play out your thoughts?" asked Arturo.

"Maybe you've already popped out?" Qi Yan shrugged. "Everything I say and do is what I think and what I want, so I don't hate it."

1. Arturo Brow Micro-Cluster:

"I can't understand. Your heart is very active. You are neither calm nor relieved. You must be pursuing something that is suppressed."

Qi Yan thought for a moment and said seriously:

“Of course I have my own pursuits, but I have never suppressed them, it’s just that I can’t do it.

I admit that your Originium skills are amazing, but what if, I mean what if.

It would be great if I could choose again, just like the illusion you gave me, and never contact you again, and stop thinking right after falling down."

Arturo was a little confused, so she asked:

"I can't see the scenes you experienced in your own world. Can you describe it to me?"

"It's fine to repeat it, but it will be difficult for you to understand in your emotionless state."

Qi Yan cleared his throat: "But I think music can make friends, and I can also use music to express my feelings."

"I am looking forward."

Arturo put down his violin and prepared himself for Qi Yan's 'Source Stone Technique'.

Qi Yan took a deep breath and began to sing with all his might:

"Go to sleep, go to sleep, please stop hesitating."

"Sleep, sleep, and forget all your sorrows."

"Don't cry, don't be afraid, let me take you home, when the song starts, sleep, sleep, sleep."

"Let go of all the roots and grievances, and you will forget the pain and the anxiety."

"Let the black and white, right and wrong drift away with the wind, welcome your inevitability, and let the past sink into the sea of ​​reincarnation."

"You will forget the hurt, you will forget the darkness."

"Listen to this song, then quietly leave, go to sleep, and don't wake up again."

"..."

Qi Yan left the private room of the cafe alone.

He called Murphy and continued to be his happy self.

Begler watched them go away, frowned, and opened the door of the private room with the mental preparation of seeing a room full of broken limbs.

Then, he stood there in a daze.

The room did not look like the hell that he had expected.

However, the originally elegant Sakota woman now even dropped her beloved violin at her feet, curled up in the corner of the room, her body shaking constantly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I won't do it again, I shouldn't have done that."

"No, I can't let go of the shackles, I can't be free, I can't..."

"Please, close the door, don't open it, please..."