[Zhongyingmei] She is such a sand sculpture netizen

Baji is in better shape than Steve expected.

Also because of this reason, Steve, who thought it would be over soon, couldn't help but chatted with Baji for a long time on the messy floor.It was not until he returned to the 27th floor that he heard that Joanna had left the building.

where did she go

No one can answer Steve's question.

Both John and Amber looked blank, and only said that Joanna disappeared without a trace after throwing a sentence, "You guys take your time, I'll go first."

The sun was almost setting.

Tony also tested the data with Banner in the studio.Peter, who can spray spider silk, is like a good student who is keen and studious, following the two scientific research leaders every step of the way.

Steve walked around the door of the studio, realizing that they could not know where Joanna was going, so he left quietly without saying hello.

Steve called Joanna five times, but none of them answered.

He was a little upset and couldn't figure out what was going on with Joanna now.

Was it simply not hearing his call?Still don't want to answer his call?Or... what trouble did she have?

When the last year flashed through his mind, Steve had a moment of panic.He ran all over the building alone, where Joanna might go, and even lingered in front of the women's toilet for a long time, but he couldn't see Joanna's figure.In the end, he decided to go back to his apartment in Queens to see what was going on.

If Joanna couldn't be found there, he was going to interrupt the busy work of other partners and tell everyone about the troublesome situation.

Steve hurried back to Queens without stopping.

The moment he opened the door, Steve smelled the smoke of the lady's cigarette.Not light tobacco smell.

He doesn't smoke, and Joanna rarely smokes in his presence.In fact, he always knew that Joanna was going to smoke, but after thinking about it carefully, after the two met, Joanna almost never lit a cigarette in front of him.He hadn't even seen a lighter or a cigarette case in Joanna's bag.

The image of Joanna holding a thin tobacco rod is like a misty illusion.It seems unreal because it is so rare.

"Joanna?" Steve called tentatively.But no response was heard.

He walked into the house and closed the door softly.There was a sound of water running in the bathroom.Steve's hanging heart finally fell.

He looked around the room.

The place near the sofa is neat and tidy, but books and notebooks are piled up in a mess by the door.

Those books and notes, Steve has seen.He remembered that these things used to be piled in various corners of the room.There is one in the bedroom, one in the dining room, and one beside the sofa.He even remembered that Joanna was kneeling by the sofa, pretending to lower her head to sort out books and materials, and at the same time asking him casually if he wanted to move in with her.

At that time, Joanna had her head bowed, her hair was tied together and draped lazily on her shoulders.In the collar, a section of white skin was exposed, which was her slender neck at that time.

But now, those books and notes were gathered in a mess by the door.It looked like it was about to be kicked out.

Steve squatted down, and he saw scattered soot beside the pile of books.He could even imagine Joanna squatting on the ground and stacking books with a cigarette in her mouth.Perhaps she had been too busy piling up books to move the cigarette butt from her thin lips with her pretty fingers.Long strands of soot fell with her movements, landing on her arms or other exposed skin.

That must be hot!

Joanna would frantically slap the soot off with her hands.Maybe she would slur a curse.Then sit on the floor and finish smoking.Realizing that she really didn't have the strength to move these books and notes to the trash bin downstairs, she chose to give up and went straight to the bathroom to take a shower to wash off her sticky sweat.

Steve squatted down beside the pile of books, and took out a notebook.

The notes are densely packed with messy philosophical theories and endless conjectures.Some of the speculation has to do with Baji, but many more have to do with PR work.

Joanna wanted to do what she had to do.

This made Steve feel a little uncomfortable.He remembered how much she hated work when they first met.

Is it because of changing jobs?Or... for other reasons?

The sound of running water in the bathroom stopped, followed by a rustling sound.

Joanna came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, wrapped her hair, and stepped on wet slippers.

As soon as she came out, she was startled by Steve at the door.But she didn't cry out, just let out a long breath.

Steve squatted next to the pile of books, looking like he wanted to say something.

Joanna avoided her eyes and said, "I haven't had time to clean everything up yet."

Steve didn't answer, just stood up silently.

Joanna walked towards the bedroom while rubbing her hair wrapped in a towel.She inadvertently saw the small plate on the coffee table that she used as an ashtray.Immediately, she smelled the smell of smoke in the room that had not dissipated.

She said, "Sorry, I smoked two," and went to the window to open it.

Joanna was comfortable and polite, not at all the same as she used to be.

She covered the bath towel in front of her chest with her hands, stretched her arms and pushed the window open.

Steve walked to her side and raised his hand to hold the lock of the window: "I'll do it."

Joanna gave a "hmm" without insisting, turned and walked towards the bedroom.

Steve opened the windows in silence, then turned around to clean up the small dishes full of ash and cigarette butts on the coffee table.He stared blankly in front of the pile of books for two seconds before walking into the bedroom.

Joanna had changed into her nightgown and let out her wet hair.She was leaning against the bed, reading a printed paper document by the light of the desk lamp.With a focused expression, she draws and annotates on the materials with a pen from time to time.The broken hair in front of the forehead that had just been washed was a bit in the way, and she pinned it on the top of her head with a pen cap.The mobile phone was thrown on the bedside table not far away, and its owner would pick it up from time to time to look through documents or something.Joanna frowned slightly, and would habitually bite the barrel of the pen every time she wrote.

Steve leaned against the door and watched her for a long time.But Joanna didn't seem to notice it at all.

"Are you sure you want to throw away everything at the door?" Steve asked softly.

Only then did Joanna look away from the information in her hand.She stared at Steve for a while, and then said in a calm tone, "Leave them alone, I'll just take them down and throw them away tomorrow."

Steve frowned imperceptibly: "That pile of materials is not light. If you want to throw it away, I can take it out for you."

Joanna looked down at the information, and said "um" casually: "Thank you."

Steve waited at the door for a few more seconds. Seeing that Joanna hadn't spoken any more, he went out and took the books at the door downstairs.

When the door was closed, Joanna put down the documents in her hand and sighed deeply.She felt that her temper was inexplicable today, but she couldn't control herself.Baji's influence on her life, and those troubles in the public relations department, are like two heavy stones, weighing her down.

Steve came back not long after.

When he came back, the information in Joanna's hand was still on the page he turned to when he left.Steve pushed open the bedroom door and looked at Joanna silently.But the other party ignored him, did not smile at him, and did not thank him.He just frowned and stared at the information, as if a world-class problem was recorded on it.

Steve thought for a while and said softly, "I'm going to take a shower."

Joanna said "hmm", or maybe she didn't.

Steve is a little unsure.He looked at Joanna again before closing the door, but the other party was still holding the documents and maintaining the look of thinking hard.Steve didn't delay any longer and went straight to the bathroom.

Coming out of the shower, as soon as Steve returned to the bedroom, he saw Joanna resting her head on the edge of the bed, holding a document in her hand, her eyes closed.He sighed, walked lightly to Joanna's statement, and carefully pulled out the documents in her hand.

The moment the information left her fingertips, Joanna woke up with a start.

She sat up straight reflexively, her eyes widening.

But it wasn't any scary guy in front of her, but Steve with wet hair and gentle eyes.Joanna froze for a moment, not knowing how to react for a moment.

Steve put the materials on the bedside table casually, then dimmed the desk lamp silently: "You should take a good rest."

Only then did Joanna realize that she still had two pages of materials to read, so she made a gesture to sit up straight and continue working.

But Steve didn't give in. He half knelt by the bed, pressed Joanna's shoulder with one hand, and pushed the document further away with the other.

Joanna looked at Steve with slightly dissatisfied eyes.

Steve didn't care, just smoothed Joanna's hair with his hands: "Go to rest early. You've been tired all day."

Joanna didn't insist anymore, and lay down as promised.

Steve didn't turn off the lamp until Joanna lay down.Gently rolled onto the bed and lay beside Joanna.His hands were still on Joanna's shoulders, just half-embracing Joanna like a hug.

It was obviously a busy day, but neither of the two slept.Just lay quietly on the bed, eyes closed.

Joanna even felt that she was more awake than ever before. She could hear Steve's breathing, the sound of the wind outside the window, as well as the passing vehicles downstairs and the footsteps of lonely pedestrians at night.

She feels now that she can hear the voices of the whole world, except Steve.

Same bed dream.

That's probably how it feels.

Joanna thought like this without thinking.

In the end, it is not known who.In this oppressive night, I had a long, long talk.