Between the clouds, as deep as the sea

A certain otaku who used to sleep forever as soon as he got into bed, unexpectedly lost sleepiness at dawn this day, rolled left and right twice, rubbed against the quilt, but still couldn't find a comfortable position, and, Nima, the feeling of sore back, back pain and leg cramps is swollen!

I was about to fight a carp, only to hear a "boom".The back of Ling Han's head hit the floor, and he screamed in pain for a while, completely waking up.

After waking up, he realized that except for one leg, the rest of his body was on the ground. He was already thin, and his ribs collided hard with the floor all night, so it was no wonder his back hurt.

He covered his head and sat up with grinning teeth, regretting that yesterday he carried forward Lei Feng's spirit and gave up the bed, but after thinking about it, he sent that person to the place where he should be in just one night.

The hot potato is about to be released, which should be a happy event for everyone, but Ling Han is inexplicably a little irritable.Those dark eyes from last night always come to mind.

Call that person a fool, but it seems that even the slightest mood swings can be observed by him, and he will try to analyze your tone and expression, but if he is not stupid, why would he make those weird actions? How inexplicable?

Ling Han had to admit that he wanted to get rid of this strange person as soon as possible, but was also full of curiosity about him, and finally his curiosity defeated the otaku Han. He unscrewed the door of the bedroom in a strange way, wanting to see if that person had released a new one. The moth.

The door lock turned slightly, opening a small crack, and a pair of black and white eyes blinked, like a squirrel stealing brains.

The man in the room was sitting on the bed, with one leg bent, one hand on his knee, the other behind his head, quietly looking out the window.

The sun shone in through the gaps in the curtains, and a ray of light fell on the side of the bed. The man stretched out a finger, as if trying to touch the dust flying in the sun, his handsome profile was clearly defined, as if polished.

Also waking up, Ling Han thinks about his usual appearance: his eyes are dull, his face is ashen, and his hair is like a chicken coop.On the other hand, the beauty in front of me is like a picture scroll. If you have a mobile phone, you can use it as a screen desktop with just a snap.

Someone whose little heart was injured again was about to leave silently and be sad for a while, when he heard a sentence:

"Are you going?"

The man slowly turned his head, and looked towards the door calmly, catching Ling Han who was peeping.

Ling Han scratched his head in embarrassment, neither advancing nor retreating, and finally he smirked twice and walked in.

"Well, I wanted to knock on the door, but I was afraid that you were sleeping. Well, there is no rush, let's go out and play, and you are not in a hurry. You continue to sit, sit slowly...haha..."

The man ignored his ramblings, got out of bed and walked out the door. He didn't even look at him for a moment, and just said:

"Let's go."

A cool air rose from under his feet, Ling Han thought to himself, this floor is really fucking cold after sleeping on it for a long time.

The fly restaurant in the morning is not as popular as at noon and evening. Most of the workers who go to work buy a few random things and eat as they go. There are only a few people who sit down to eat.

The proprietress saw that Ling Han came again with yesterday's friends, and greeted him very thoughtfully.The two bowls of soy milk were filled to the brim, and the fried dough sticks were the biggest.

Ling Han thought that this was probably the last meal he would invite, so he became extra generous. He ordered a few copies of all kinds of delicacies in the restaurant, and didn't pay until he saw the man put down his chopsticks "willingly".

The two walked out of the alley one after the other, and the man put on the hat of the black sweater again. The brim of the hat almost covered his eyes, and his thin lips were drawn into a line, showing no expression.

The alley was very windy, and small pieces of paper whirled and flew past my feet.Ling Han stepped on the scraps of paper and wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to say it, as if everything he said was 300 taels of silver.

What's the matter with this kind of Dandan's worry, why there is such a sense of sight that "the cruel owner wants to throw the dog away, and the dog feels bitter, but the dog doesn't say anything".

Walking to the entrance of the alley, Ling Han was surprised.

No matter it is windy or rainy, there will always be a row of taxis parked here in the early morning and late at night, but today I only saw a single taxi.

That's okay, save him from choosing phobia, so it's decided to be it!

Ling Han walked over with that person, ready to say something to break the atmosphere of silence:

"Remember the monster you saw yesterday, why don't we take it for a walk today!"

He opened the back seat door and patted on the side of the door:

"Don't look at how fierce it usually runs, it's still very obedient after being tamed, so you just get in there, don't be afraid, it doesn't..."

Before he finished speaking, the man sat up without hesitation.

Fuck, I was so angry when I saw this thing yesterday, but I'm good at it today!

Ling Han complained silently, and then sat up.

When the driver saw a passenger sitting on the seat, he immediately cheered up with a smile on his face:

"Two, where are you going?"

"Eight Immortals Mountain."

"Yo, it's quite far. You don't need to use the meter when you leave the city. You usually charge 150 when you go there. If you open a business today, you will be charged 120. Do you want to go?"

While talking, the driver looked back at Ling Han and the two of them.

The driver had a baby face, and he was also chubby. His eyes were bent into a line, and he looked very kind.

Ling Han thought in his heart that this master is good, honest and upright.So happily replied:

"Go, drive!"

The taxi turned onto the four-lane straight road and traveled unimpeded all the way.

The driver seemed to be in a good mood, and he began to talk more.

"The two handsome guys, it looks like they are still college students, right?"

Ling Han replied: "It's been a year since I graduated."

"Oh, it doesn't look like it. I thought you were a freshman at most. I didn't expect you to be working."

Ling Han patted his head, and laughed dryly:

"I haven't found a job yet."

"Haha, what are you worrying about? It sounds like your accent is from City C. It doesn't matter who you are from. In a year or two, your parents and relatives will connect with you. I'm afraid you won't be able to find a decent job."

"My parents and relatives are not here. I want to rely on myself and make a few years first."

"The young man has ambition! He is better than those who fight for their father."

Ling Han smiled, and the master didn't ask any more questions, and changed the topic.

"Hey, the one next to you is your brother or a classmate. He looks really handsome, like someone in Korea."

"He is my classmate, the brother who sleeps on the upper bunk, and he came here to play with me specially this time."

"Haha, handsome guy, who are you? I didn't hear a word from you when I got in the car."

This question was asked by the expressionless man in black next to Ling Han, but he didn't seem to have the slightest intention to answer, he stared out the window without turning his face.

Ling Han was a little embarrassed, so he could only explain:

"My brother is more introverted, a little... well, socially impaired."

"Oh, it's all right." The master showed a clear expression, and then said:

"Nowadays, people earn more money and live a better life, but they like to think about things, and they don't like it. They don't want to talk, so they say it's sub-healthy mentality. In my opinion, eating well , take a nap, and be alive and kicking in a few days."

The master looked back at the two of them and said:

"Little handsome guy, do you know who are locked up on the Eight Immortals Mountain? There are those who are depressed and jump off the building, those who are manic and slashing people, and those who draw pictures on the wall with shit... Last time, there was a woman who took an old man with her I went to the Eight Immortals Mountain in the car, and the old man hugged my neck and called me daddy as soon as he got in the car.

"Ahem!" Ling Han nervously interrupted the fast-tracking conversation on the verge of danger. He glanced at the people around him and saw that he was still looking out of the window with his posture unchanged, so he quickly changed the subject:

"Master, we are going to climb the mountain."

"Mountain climbing? There is nothing on the mountain except a mental hospital. Why don't I take you to another place, not only for extra money."

"No need." Ling Han was very distressed by his master's extraordinary enthusiasm, and hastily refused, "We like to exercise, and the mountain is high enough, just right."

The master still wanted to say a few words of persuasion, but Ling Han covered his chest and frowned:

"Well, master, let's play some music, I'm suffering from motion sickness, listen to a song to relieve it..."

"okay."

The master finally stopped talking and turned on the car music.

An old song by Li Zongsheng was played, and the old male voice flowed slowly in the car, both singing and narrating:

"I spent half a year's savings for you,

I came across the ocean to see you.

For this reunion,

I even practiced my breathing when meeting each other.

Words have never been able to express my affection,

Express one ten-thousandth,

For this regret,

I thought about it at night and refused to sleep

......"

At this time, the taxi has already driven out of the city, the trees on the roadside have become lush, and the tall branches cover the sunlight above the head from time to time. Drowsiness occurs.

"Want sleep?"

A voice rang softly beside his ears, Ling Han raised his head, and met a pair of dark eyes.

At this moment, it was like returning to last night, and it was the same glance, looking so deeply, penetrating deeply into people's hearts, with deep undercurrents surging.

Ling Han was startled, the man suddenly reached out and pressed his head on his shoulder,

"Go to sleep."

The two words were spoken calmly but definitely, as if he had already heard the other party's answer.

Ling Han leaned on his broad shoulders, and there was a cool smell in his breath, like winter snowflakes rubbing against his nose.

His eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, he had never wanted to sleep so much that he couldn't move by leaning on something.

Before the last trace of consciousness disappeared, he felt his body sink, and the person he leaned on seemed to have fallen asleep, and he fell into his arms.