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Feng Yizhen didn't realize it all at once, "What's wrong with the quilt?"

Kang Zhuang said, "Nothing."

He closed his clothes and got on the bed, and lay down directly against the wall.

Feng Yizhen also put on his clothes and lay down on the bed, and then realized something.

The bed is only about 1.2m wide. Two tall people in their [-]s and [-]s are squeezed on this bed, shoulder to shoulder, clothes corners folded, and the sound of breathing is heavy or shallow, which can be heard clearly.

Feng Yi was really nervous for no reason, he coughed uncomfortably a few times, trying to ease his nervousness.

Kang Zhuang said, "Uncomfortable?"

"No, it's just that my throat is a little itchy."

"Oh."

Feng Yizhen couldn't help coughing again.

Kang Zhuang said, "Shall I go get you some water?"

"No, no, it's more convenient for me to go outside. I'll go by myself." Feng Yizhen turned over and got out of bed as fast as he could in his life, and ran to the living room to pour himself a glass of water.

Yet he was not thirsty.

Feng Yizhen looked at the bowl of water for a while, then raised his head and drank it.

He returned to the bedroom, Kang Zhuang closed his eyes and lay flat on the bed in an orderly manner.The room was very dark, only the faint light from outside the door allowed him to see Kang Zhuang's handsome outline.

Feng Yizhen ran out to drink a bowl of water again.

He walked to the door, took a deep breath, and lay down on the bed like a strong man with a grip on his wrist. While lying down, he carefully turned to the side, for fear of bumping into Kang Zhuang.

But not long after he lay down, Kang Zhuang beside him suddenly moved, and Feng Yi was really frightened that his muscles tensed up.

Kang Zhuang remained silent again.

Feng Yizhen swallowed, and suddenly felt a bit itchy in his throat.

He swallowed a little loudly, and Kang Zhuang opened his eyes in the dark, "Thirsty again?"

"No... not."

"Oh."

"...I want to go to the bathroom."

"Then you go, or you will feel uncomfortable halfway through sleep."

"Ah."

Feng Yizhen got up again and went to the toilet.

After solving the physical problems from the toilet, he pushed open the door and found Cheng Qi standing at the door.

Feng Yizhen didn't sense Cheng Qi's existence at all, and was taken aback, "What are you doing?"

Cheng Qi looked at him, "Come and see you perform 'at a loss' and 'at a loss' for me live."

Feng Yizhen: ...

Feng Yizhen said, "I don't understand what you are talking about."

"Since just now, you have drank water three times and went to the toilet once, why don't you just sleep, why are you doing it like an execution?"

Feng Yizhen said, "I recognize the bed, can't I?"

"Okay." Cheng Qi slowly returned to his room and closed the door.

Feng Yizhen took a deep breath, entered the bedroom, and lay down on the bed.

Kang Zhuang beside him suddenly changed from lying flat to sideways. The sideways position is not the point, but the point is that Kang Zhuang's face...is facing him.

Feng Yizhen lay flat with his neck stuck, neither moving nor not moving.

"Feng Yizhen, do you recognize the bed?"

No, actually I don't recognize it.

But the lie has already been uttered, and Kang Zhuang probably heard the conversation between him and Cheng Qi, so he still has to continue to lie, so he could only say, "Well, occasionally there will be a little..."

Kang Zhuang patted him on the shoulder, "Go in and lie down, this half of your body is suspended in the air, and you will fall down accidentally after a while."

When Kang Zhuang said this, Feng Yizhen realized that he was lying on the outside, his right foot was just hanging on the edge of the bed, and his right shoulder and right hand were hanging in the air.

"Ah... oh oh." Feng Yizhen replied in a daze, and then rubbed against the bed, forcing his whole body to be placed on the bed.

Feng Yi really didn't dare to move because Kang Zhuang didn't move.

Kang Zhuang just lay on his side, looking at him.

"I also confessed to bed for a while." Kang Zhuang said suddenly, but Feng Yizhen didn't expect this topic.

"what?"

Kang Zhuang said, "At that time, I was about seven years old. Twenty years ago, I fell from the second floor and lay on the bed for half a month. After that, I developed the problem of recognizing the bed."

Kang Zhuang's voice was very soft, like a gentle rhythmic note.

Feng Yizhen relaxed slowly, listening to him talking about his childhood.

"I just found that I was very strange. After I was discharged from the hospital, I couldn't fall asleep. Only when I went back to the hospital, that specific advanced ward, and that specific bed, could I sleep peacefully. Otherwise, even if I fell asleep, I would suddenly fall asleep because of Woke up for no apparent reason."

Feng Yizhen said, "Then what happened after that?"

"Later, an aunt in my family who hired me to take care of me told me that if I couldn't sleep in bed, I would hug a doll."

It's really hard for Feng Yi to associate the baby with Kang Zhuang, "Waal?"

"Well. I went to buy a doll."

Feng Yi was really fascinated by what he heard, and couldn't help but also lay down on his side, looking at Kang Zhuang with piercing eyes in the dark night, "Is it really useful?"

Kang Zhuang laughed softly, his chest trembled slightly, "No, it's useless at all."

Feng Yizhen said, "Ah... Then what method was used?"

"Later... nothing worked." Kang Zhuang said, "Humans are all tired, and when they are tired to a certain extent, even if they pass out, they are still asleep."

Feng Yi was really surprised, "You passed out because you were too tired?"

"Well. I slept for two days and two nights. I was scared by the aunt who took care of me. On the third day, I called my parents. They came back from abroad to see me and sent me to the hospital. Just fell asleep."

Kang Zhuang said, "After that, I won't have the problem of accepting the bed anymore."

Feng Yizhen was not at all happy to hear this story, "I didn't solve the problem for a long time, but I managed it by myself."

"Then you don't like the answer? What do you think it's like?"

"For example, there will be some kind of reliable method, at least I can learn from it now."

Kang Zhuang sat up, pulled the quilt at the end of the bed, and spread it on the two of them, "There is an ancient method, do you want to try it?"

Feng Yi said with great interest, "What method?"

"bed time story."

Feng Yizhen was speechless, "You think I am four years old, and I am 24, Teacher Kang."

"How do you know if you don't try it, what if it works?"

Feng Yi was really happy, "Okay, it will be effective, but I don't have a mobile phone to find something to listen to, why don't you tell me."

Kang Zhuang said, "Since I mentioned this solution, I naturally have corresponding preparations."

"No way...you really want to tell me."

"Ah."

Feng Yizhen looked at him with disbelief, "It's so weird that you can tell a bedtime story, I'll listen to you tell me a story."

"Okay." Kang Zhuang said, "Then you close your eyes now."

Feng Yi closed his eyes obediently.

"Now imagine that you are on a green meadow, surrounded by endless green grass."

"There is a breeze blowing over, and you feel very comfortable. The temperature is about 25 degrees now, and you feel that the sun is shining on your body, and it is very warm. From far away, you can hear the sound of running water and birdsong."

"Because the position of the creek is covered by grass, you can't see it for the time being. The bird is flying in the sky, so you can hear his voice. You can imagine the grass as green as the beginning of spring in May."

"You don't need to say it's so detailed... just have a sense of picture."

Kang Zhuang said, "You walked all the way, and you found a temple in front of you, which is the most common kind of ordinary Buddhist building. The front middle road is the mountain gate, and there are bell towers and drum towers on the left and right inside the mountain gate. The front is the main hall. The King Kong sculpture is about ten meters high. The whole building is made of wood, and the bucket arches are located between the beams and columns to carry the load from the roof and the upper frame..."

"Teacher Kang." Feng Yi said seriously, "I don't think you are telling me a bedtime story, you are trying to hypnotize me with professional knowledge that I don't understand."

"I just want to be more rigorous. Even if it's a story, you should pay attention to logic."

"Stories don't necessarily need to be logical." Feng Yizhen said, "As long as the story is touching and thought-provoking enough."

"In this case, I'll change the method." Kang Zhuang said, "Under the statue of King Kong, there are two futons, and two monks are sitting on the futons, one old and one young."

Feng Yizhen praised, "This way of describing is like having more stories."

"The old monk told the young monk that there used to be a mountain, and there was a temple in the mountain. There was an old monk and a young monk in the temple. One day, the old monk said to the young monk..."

Feng Yizhen interrupted Kang Zhuang, "I've heard this many times, he's not a bedtime story, thank you."

"Why not a bedtime story?"

"He's not a story."

"He has a time, a place, a character, why isn't he a story?"

"He..." Feng Yi was really stuck, "Anyway, he is not a story."

"Then what is he?"

Feng Yizhen couldn't answer, so he just pretended, "It's not anyway, you can change it."

Kang Zhuang was unexpectedly good-tempered tonight, "That's okay, let's change it. Under the statue of King Kong, there are two futons, and there are two monks sitting on the futons, one old and one young. The young monk and the old monk said, 'Master , I went out to feed the sheep'..."

"Feeding sheep in the temple?"

"Ah."

"How do you feed the sheep in the temple?"

"I do not know either."

"There is no temple where sheep are fed."

"But you said that a story doesn't need logic."

Feng Yi really felt like he was shooting himself in the foot, "Okay, congratulations, you have learned the essence of old thief Xing in making up stories. If you say there are sheep, there will be sheep."

"Then because there were too many sheep, the little monk had to count how many sheep he had fed, so he started counting, one sheep, two sheep, three sheep..."

Feng Yizhen closed his eyes and complained, "This is not a story... Forget it, you have the final say."

"There are so many sheep, the little monk has to keep counting, keep counting..."

Feng Yizhen listened quietly with his eyes closed.

"Four sheep, five sheep, six sheep...250 sheep, 250 one sheep..."

Kang Zhuang's eyes had already adapted to the darkness. In front of him, Feng Yizhen, who was facing him, was breathing steadily and was obviously asleep.

Kang Zhuang raised the corners of his lips silently in the darkness.

It was the first time he told someone a bedtime story, and the effect was not bad.

The two were lying face to face in the dark, Kang Zhuang gently pulled up the quilt to cover the shoulders of the two, and closed his eyes facing each other.

At night Feng Yi really had a dream.

In the dream, the two lambs were eating the green grass on the endless grassland in small mouthfuls in the spring weather in May. There was a stream in the distance accompanied by birdsong, and the bells of the temple came from nowhere, echoing in the empty space. on the prairie.

It seems like a sweet dream.

The author has something to say:——

I can't believe that I have written a whole chapter of sex scenes after having a hard time with emotional dramas. I am so touched. This is my historic self-breakthrough.