deep in the sky

His mind was filled with confusion and grievances, his ears were filled with the rustling of the wind, and Quan Zhilong fell into a deep sleep in the lazy sunny spring afternoon.

It's a dream.

Holding a soft white velvet pillow in his arms, he curled up on the long sofa in the living room of the dormitory, lazily watching TV.

The screen was all white, white snowflakes falling from the dark gray sky, falling, falling...

Under the numerous snowflakes, a young man with a vague face was also lying on the long, soft cotton sofa, holding a book in his hand, with his lips parted slightly, reading something in a low voice.

There were fine snowflakes constantly floating around him, the strange thing was that those fluttering snowflakes didn't touch his body, they only lingered around him and slowly turned into a mist.

Quan Zhilong wanted to get closer to hear what the other person was saying, but the person's voice seemed to be covered with a layer of veil, and he couldn't hear it clearly.

Quan Zhilong wanted to get closer to see the opponent's face clearly, but for some reason, his body couldn't move at all.

It is obvious that the world on the TV screen is covered with fluttering snow, but Quan Zhilong feels that he is also a little cold, and at the same time, a strange heat is ignited in his heart.

After a while, Quan Zhilong finally felt a little annoyed when the mist surrounding that person never cleared up. He picked up the remote control beside him and wanted to change the channel.

At this moment, the person on the screen seemed to have sensed Quan Zhilong's impatience, the other person gently put down the book in his hand, and looked at Quan Zhilong——

"No, everyone already knows that you like me."

Accompanied by the sudden and clear voice, in an instant, Quan Zhilong finally saw clearly that face that seemed to be separated by a layer of fog.

——That’s Lee Seung Hyun.

Quan Zhilong opened his eyes with a 'huh'.

"you're awake."

A faint voice came from next to his ear, Quan Zhilong was startled suddenly, and then looked in the direction of the voice.

The rattan hemispherical hanging chair is suspended on the delicate white carved bracket. The boy is leaning on a few soft beige pillows behind him, curled up lazily inside the spherical rattan chair, and there is a fluffy gray-blue cloud lying on his thigh. Color hair balls.

The boy was holding a blue book in one hand, while the other hand was carelessly smoothing the hairballs on his legs. The morning light came in from the French windows behind him and scattered all over the floor.

Due to the backlight, Quan Zhilong couldn't see his face clearly.

The sun gently enveloped him, and the contours around him glowed faintly, which made his linen-colored cotton home clothes softer. The golden light cast a narrow black shadow on his eyelids through the eyelashes .

His face was almost melting.

"Huh? Why don't you talk?" Li Shengxian stood up, carefully placed the general on the soft cushion, then walked up to Quan Zhilong, leaned down slightly, and touched the other's forehead: "I will give you when I come back." Putting on a blanket, is it still cold?"

Only then did Quan Zhilong belatedly realize that there was a thin blanket on his body at some point.

Feeling that the opponent's hand left his forehead and turned to tuck the blanket around his neck, Quan Zhilong stretched out his hand and grabbed the corner of the opponent's clothes.

The light-colored pupils are full of tenderness, slightly bent into two arcs of crescent moons, looking up at the dark eyes hanging down like ink, the thin voice of milk suddenly flashed across the entire silent space ——

"You're back, Victory."

……

The little captain has been acting weird recently.

Li Shengxuan put the pen in his hand casually, staring at the blank design draft on the desktop in a daze.

The captain's mood seems to be getting more and more ups and downs recently, and it's okay to stare at him in a daze, anyway, he's used to it, but whenever he shifts his gaze to the captain's body, the other party will make a "whoosh" He just averted his eyes, and he seemed to be quite uncomfortable on the face-of course it couldn't be shyness, if he would be shy because of this, the sun would have risen in the west long ago.

The team leader hasn't wrapped himself up as tightly as before. Although he still sends text messages and calls to ask about his itinerary, when he will go home, etc., the frequency is greatly reduced—of course, sometimes he is too busy. When there is no time to go back, the other party will still complain about it.

When going to bed at night, it is not like before, you have to hang yourself like a koala to sleep, but you sleep on each side in a very regular way.

Sometimes when I wake up in the morning, I will find that the team leader is curled up pitifully on the edge of the bed, occupying only a small space, as if he is about to fall out of bed in a second--a pitiful look Xi look.

Sometimes I don't know what the team leader is doing mysteriously in his room, and he always makes some weird sounds like, um... □□?Same weird sound.

But it shouldn't be watching a 'love action movie' - after all, I haven't heard a woman's voice, have I?

Such strange incidents are really too numerous to enumerate, not only myself, but also Brother Loudao and Brother Yongpei have noticed the abnormality of the team leader recently, Brother Yongpei even chatted with himself in private, saying that he had gone to the side to check on the little brother Did the captain have something on his mind recently, but he was completely exposed by the small captain.

Brother Dalou cautiously asked himself if he had gotten into an awkward situation with the team leader recently. After getting his negative answer, Brother Dalou looked even more anxious.

A few times, Brother Dalou hesitated to speak, as if he wanted to say something to himself, but in the end he swallowed silently, and just patted himself on the shoulder silently: "Victory, brother thinks that waiting for you is busy." After this period of time is over, you can see if there are any attractive girls around, and see if you can hang out with them, or you can try."

For some reason, Lee Seung Hyun always felt that Da Dao's words seemed to have some deep meaning.

Thinking about it carefully, Lee Seung-hyun felt that the team leader's recent series of abnormal situations seemed to have started slowly since he woke up the other party who was sleeping on the sofa that day.

It's like pressing a strange switch button... no, no, it should be said, it seems to wake up a sleeping lion by accident?Where the hell... went wrong?

"Tsk." The slender knuckles knocked on the wooden table, Li Shengxuan frowned impatiently, "Forget it, why do you think about it when you have nothing to do?"

现在已经是09年的3月中旬，27号的时候便会公布这次的Solo专辑的音源，也是V&I的一周年庆典、接下来就是繁忙的打歌宣传、夏季的服装单品设计也要开始准备了、5月应该就能开启第一家胜利学院、6月还有公司企划的个人Solo演唱会、然后Bigbang会在日本出道……

Tsk, Lou Dao also suggested to find a good girlfriend to settle down for a while—how can there be that time to make a girlfriend...

Besides, August is almost here.

As dusk faded, so did the light in the room.

Li Shengxuan unconsciously rubbed the Cartierlove closed-end bracelet on his wrist for a while. The platinum bracelet was inlaid with several shiny thin diamonds and a few platinum-gold screw surfaces-this was given by the team leader when he was an adult. adult gift.

At that time, the team leader grabbed Lee Seung-hyun's hand with great interest, and was going to use a specially configured screwdriver to put the bracelet on Lee Seung-hyun's hand, while talking about handcuffing Lee Seung-hyun. "Stay", but Li Seung-hyun resolutely rejected it. Of course, Li Seung-hyun knew that if the team leader really put it on and didn't give him the corresponding screwdriver, it would take a long time to take off the bracelet. A lot of effort - each Cartierlove bracelet is really corresponding to the only one screwdriver.

In the end, it was Lee Seung-hyun who threatened to 'don't wear the screwdriver if you don't give it'. The team leader obediently handed over the screwdriver with a puffy face.

Lee Seung Hyun shook his head, pulling himself out of the memory.

Pursing his lips, he took the mobile phone that was casually left aside, found a number from the address book, moved his fingers, and the message was sent successfully.

"According to plan."

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