What if there are no inhibitors?

"Just..." Song Chiyan's image of hearing He Shengze's name suddenly flashed in Song Zhiwei's mind.His thoughts diverged, he panicked suddenly, and immediately changed the topic: "I don't want you to coax, you just talk to me."

Han Lu instantly realized his gaffe. He pinched the Jingming acupoint, his eyes gradually cleared up, his voice was not as hoarse and gentle as before, almost coaxing, but returned to normal tone: "Okay, what do you want to talk about?"

As soon as the words fell, he set up the pillow and leaned it against the wall, got up from the bed and sat back.

Song Zhiwei heard the rustling of clothes on the other side.

Without knowing the truth, he said, "I dreamed that I became a monster!"

Han Lu laughed lightly.

Song Zhiwei frowned: "What are you laughing at?"

Han Lu's voice was teasing: "Scared when I dreamed that I became a monster? What kind of monster, so powerful."

On the contrary, Song Zhiwei breathed a sigh of relief strangely, if Han Lu asked him what's the matter with you, what's the matter with you!Say it!Say it quickly!

Instead, he felt awkward and unwilling to speak.

Now this attitude is very relaxing.

Song Zhiwei muttered a few words.

Han Lu chuckled, "Then what kind of monster did you dream you became?"

"This can't be said." Song Zhiwei guarded the final bottom line.

There was a helpless smile on Han Lu's face, but his tone was coaxing: "Song Zhiwei, you woke me up in the middle of the night. I didn't listen to you and insisted on telling you about your dream. I asked you about the dream, but you didn't Say. Do you want to go to heaven?"

"Okay, let me say it." Song Zhiwei wrinkled his nose, summoned Ruan Ruan, and began to rua it.

"No, I don't want to hear it anymore." Han Lu kicked off the bedding and changed into a comfortable sitting position.

Song Zhiwei's temper turned up: "I just want to say it!"

Han Lu: "I don't want to listen, what if it scares me? Are you responsible?"

"Hmph, just admit that you are very timid." Song Zhiwei raised the tail of his eyes, very proud.

Hearing Song Zhiwei's gradually joyful and high-spirited tone, Han Lu just said steadily and calmly: "It's not something to be ashamed of being afraid, and I'm not Iron Man."

Song Zhiwei pursed his lower lip, always feeling that the other party was talking about himself with some deep meaning.He frowned: "I dreamed that I turned into a rabbit."

Hearing this, Han Lu didn't laugh at him, but followed him: "It's really scary, are you afraid that you will be made into a big meal and eaten by others?"

"No, it's a rabbit the size of a human, it won't be roasted..."

Han Lu was silent for two seconds: "Isn't that cute?"

A giant Ruanrou appeared in his mind, this giant rabbit was as tall as a human, with clean and pure blue pupils, cute and well-behaved.

It must be very soft to throw into its arms, the hair is pure white and fluffy, and it smells like milk when sucked.

--

Song Zhiwei blushed strangely: "It's just so-so."

Then the tone became serious: "But a person becomes a rabbit! Don't keep thinking about the resulting rabbit, you have to think about the process. A person becomes a rabbit. Pay attention to the process of change. People—— Turned into a rabbit. Isn't it particularly incredible?"

"What's so strange about this?" Han Lu stretched his legs under the quilt: "Isn't that what is said in Liaozhai? A fairy who can turn into a fox falls in love with a human scholar."

Song Zhiwei had heard about this thing a little bit, and he was afraid that during the time when he was exposed, he frantically searched for information on the Internet, and learned that he would write books and novels in this world.

It exists in human fantasy, seemingly beautiful.

But one of the stories that impressed him the most in this world is—Ye Gong loves dragons.

He pursed his lips: "Those are all fake..."

But I am real.

"Aren't you a fake? It's just a dream." Han Lu's voice was very gentle: "And the dreams are all reversed."

"No!" Song Zhiwei retorted very aggrieved.

Han Lu sighed silently: "If it's true, the backyard of my hometown is huge."

Song Zhiwei was immersed in boundless loneliness. Even Han Lu didn't understand him, and no one understood him...

He is a miserable rabbit who is helpless and self-reliant!

He didn't think much about Han Lu's meaning, he just asked casually, "Why did you mention the backyard all of a sudden?"

"You can raise rabbits, no matter if they are the size of a human or the size of a palm, you can eat grass and carrots as much as you like." As he spoke, Han Lu frowned, as if he was asking himself: "What else do rabbits like to eat... ?”

After two seconds, he continued: "I can still roll on the lawn and live in the cleanest shed."

Song Zhiwei held the phone, his round almond eyes widened in shock, and after a while he said, "Fuck..."

His head was steaming, and he couldn't speak for a while.

Han Lu was silent, he overstepped the point just now.

From picking up the phone "How do you want me to coax you?"

To "I can raise rabbits in my backyard."

For the second time, things were getting more and more out of his control.

The two were silent at the same time.

Song Zhiwei's heart was flustered, it was still itchy, and he couldn't breathe. He didn't know what was wrong with him. He said dryly: "As expected of my best brother."

When it was over, he also learned a popular game line on the Internet: "Brother, it's up to you!"

Han Lu waited for 30 seconds, and then asked him, "Is there anything else?"

"Gone."

"Well, let's sleep then."

The last three words are like a lullaby, Song Zhiwei slept soundly.

--

The next day was Sunday, the sky was bright, and the mysterious tree branches last night under the dim lights and moonlight faded to show their original appearance, and now they are rows of bare tree branches.

nothing special.

Other sights that were invisible last night are also visible now.

Everywhere is the plainness of ordinary life.

Probably because of the good quality of sleep, he is now as relaxed as reborn.

Standing in front of the window, stretching your waist and stretching your muscles and bones, breathing fresh air into your lungs, your brain is clear and unobstructed, and the events of yesterday emerged in your brain.

My backyard is huge.

My backyard is huge.

My backyard is huge——

He obviously had a more wonderful experience. Song Chiyan talked to him a lot, and he also felt very lonely. No one understood him, and he even learned about his parents.

But now this is the only sentence left in his mind.

Repeatedly reviewing the words shack and carrot, I suppressed this sentence.

Han Lu really wants to raise rabbits.

When he arrived at school on Sunday afternoon, he didn't see Han Lu in the dormitory, so he went to the classroom to look for him.

At this time, most of the students have already arrived in the classroom, and most of them are studying.

He held a box of mints in his hand.Walking slowly in front of Han Lu, Han Lu was reading a magazine, half of his table was covered by the dim sunlight, and he put his elbow on the other half hidden in the shadow.

The whole person has a feeling of being lazy and not getting close to strangers.

Even if you call him, he will talk to you if he can give me a lecture topic.

But his temperament is different from that of his family. Song Zhiwei couldn't understand why, so he put the candy box on his table.

This is a very expensive box of mints. He knew that Han Lu didn't like snacks very much, and he didn't lack other things, so he bought this for him.

Eat one to refresh your mind, and the whole class is like sitting on the top of the snow.

During evening self-study, the words shack and carrot kept flashing in Song Zhiwei's mind.

Almost want to dazed.

Quantitative change leads to qualitative change.

When thinking of a certain number of times, he suddenly realized: So Han Lu really wanted to raise rabbits, not...not...

He was even at a loss for what to do.

The result would be wrong.

Shamefully embarrassing.

Throughout the evening self-study, he had a broken face, and it was written all over his face: Don't disturb!Leave far away!Don't you see I'm studying?Learning is my life, I want to study hard.

The last evening self-study is usually a bit noisy, the grade teacher is off work, and after a day of study, the mood is impetuous, everyone talks about the topic, and the small talk.

Han Lu propped his head up at this moment, and asked with great interest, "What's the matter? Are you still bothered about dreaming about turning into a rabbit at night?"

"Hush!" Song Zhiwei put a finger in front of his mouth, he was [-]% careful about this matter, and said: "Don't discuss this matter with me at school."

Han Lu made a zipper movement: "Keep your mouth shut."

Song Zhiwei was afraid that the walls had ears, but he was fearless in the book.He wrote in the draft pad: I thought about it, the big rabbit should like to sleep in a bed instead of a shack.After all, he is a human being.

He didn't intend to talk about this with Han Lu, but he just wanted to find something to talk about to relax during the last night of self-study.In addition, he thought about it for a whole day, so he wrote it down naturally.

After seeing that sentence, Han Lu's eyes flicked across Song Zhiwei's face, his eyes gradually darkened, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Finally he said, "Going to the playground tonight?"

"Okay."

Han Lu has the habit of running at night, and Song Zhiwei is too lazy, so he usually goes back to the dormitory by himself, or goes back with Jian Chao, Guo Han and the others.

But it's also good to visit the playground once in a while.

Han Lu didn't run today, the two walked around the playground.During the speechless section of the road, Han Lu obviously wanted to speak several times, but swallowed it back.He has noticed it several times.

Han Lu... what are you doing!

Finally, the person next to him began to speak: "It's cooler today."

"Well, it's windy tonight."

"There are still so many people in the playground." --

"Well, there are some running, some practicing English, and some young lovers pressing the road."

Song Zhiwei tried hard to say more, but still couldn't cover up their shriveled nature.

He suddenly had goosebumps all over his body, neither in a positive nor derogatory sense.If I had to say it, my whole body was lifted by a string, and I was worried and nervous.I'm afraid that the string will collapse.

Because of Han Lu's strange behavior, it directly affected him now.

He didn't want to fall into the passive stage. After enduring a period of goosebumps, he asked directly, "Do you have anything to say to me?"

Han Lu was silent for a moment: "I wanted to ask before, but I felt bad."

"There's nothing wrong with it." Song Zhiwei complained, Han Lu's procrastinating mother was directly spitting on him, and he couldn't bear it at all: "Just ask directly."

"You told me twice that you don't like He Shengze, so do you like boys?"

Song Zhiwei froze in place. Now, those goosebumps on his body had all turned into nano-bombs, making his body numb.

He intuitively felt that there was a greater amount of information in it, like the truth separated by a layer of veil. He didn't understand it completely, but he didn't really understand it.

Important people made him dare not answer this question indiscriminately.

He raised his head and looked at Han Lu with moist eyes, which were extraordinarily bright even in the dimly lit playground: "Why do you ask me that?"

Han Lu sighed inaudibly: "Are you really stupid or fake?"

Song Zhiwei gave him a blank look: "Are you annoying? Just tell me and I'll know?"

"It's nothing, just curious, it's fine if you don't want to answer."

"Why are curious?"

"Curiosity is curiosity, there is no reason, just like you are wondering why I am curious now, can you tell the reason?"

Song Zhiwei's head was dizzy, and he subconsciously felt that the other party was right.

It wasn't until he was lying on the bed after washing at night that he suddenly realized: Of course he can be curious.

Because Han Lu was curious about him.

As a curious person, of course there is reason to be curious.

really...

After each debate, I realized that I could have a better debate.

Sorry, but now that the lights have been turned off, he didn't intend to be curious about Han Lu.

And his intuition told him to be cautious and not casually discuss this topic with Han Lu.

What he didn't know was that Han Lu, who he thought was lying on the bed, was smoking on the balcony against the night wind.

The balcony was wide open, and the bedroom door was closed. Han Lu moved very lightly, so no one noticed.

Except for Jian Chao who got out of bed to go to the bathroom.

As soon as Jian Chao opened the door, he could smell the smell of cigarettes, and all his gossip factors came alive, "Hey, what a guy."

He rushed into the toilet excitedly: "Old Tie, wait for me for 2 minutes, I'll come out right away."

Han Lu's response was only to change his posture. He held the cigarette with his slender fingers in a beautiful posture, put it in his mouth and took a puff, and the smoke drifted to his frowning brows.

Han Yul doesn't look like a smoker.

Let's put it this way, a gangster smoking is common!

A 50-year-old male teacher smokes, common!

But if an excellent student smokes obediently, especially if his posture is quite skillful, good guy, then he is full of unpredictable temperament.

Jian Chao came out to wash his hands, happily put Han Lu's shoulders on his shoulders, and smiled so hard that he couldn't see his teeth: "Brother, tell me if you have any troubles."

Han Lu frowned, and turned to the side: "Take your hands away."

Jian Chao laughed so hard that he bent over on the spot: "Hahaha, you are so annoying sometimes, I laughed so hard."

Because he was concerned about the sleeping classmates in the dormitory, he didn't dare to laugh loudly, and he clucked like a duck.

Seeing him like this, it was even more impossible for Han Lu to confess, he was feeling annoyed.He put the cigarette holder in his mouth and took a puff, trying to suppress his agitation with the cigarette.