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In the evening, Shen Zhifei went to take a shower first, while Zhang Yao put her clothes into the closet that Shen Zhifei had just prepared.

When Shen Zhifei was tidying up, Zhang Yao noticed that she didn’t have many clothes, and the whole closet only took up a quarter of the space. The rest were quilts and mattresses. Open it, only saying that there are some small bits and pieces in it, and it is inconvenient to clean it up, so Zhang Yao just gave up.

After packing up, neither of them lay down to rest directly.

Zhang Yao reopened the draft during the day after contacting the client, and began to pick up a pencil to revise the manuscript.

Shen Zhifei chattered on the phone with someone, and Zhang Yao listened briefly, probably talking about some source of supply, and it sounded pretty smooth, with a faint smile on her face all the time.

In order not to disturb Zhang Yao, Shen Zhifei raised his eyes and met Zhang Yao's smiling eyes. Shen Zhifei stumbled unavoidably, but quickly adjusted, gestured with his right index finger and middle finger, and signaled himself to her. Go out and make a phone call.

Zhang Yao wanted to say no, but she just shook her head not wanting to affect Shen Zhifei's phone call.

Shen Zhifei still insisted on going out.

The messy lines on the paper were gradually sorted out one by one. Zhang Yao's pencil quickly landed on each node, and her back was straight under the light.

The desk lamp suddenly flickered a few times, and then went out.

The whole room was plunged into darkness. Just as Shen Zhifei hung up the phone, she put away her phone and blinked in the darkness. It took a few minutes to get used to it, and she could vaguely see the outlines of some things around her.

She glanced out the window, and the whole neighborhood was dark, probably because of a power outage.

Strangely, the bedroom was very quiet, so quiet that Shen Zhifei thought that she was the only one living in this house, as if the Zhang Yao she brought back today was her imagination.

At this moment, the sound of something falling to the ground came from the bedroom.

Suddenly, something flashed in Shen Zhifei's mind, she stood up from the sofa neatly, and walked towards the door of the bedroom.

Shen Zhifei slowly pushed open the bedroom door, as if afraid of disturbing the people in the room.

The faint moonlight came in from outside the window, Zhang Yao could see the outline of Shen Zhifei at the door, and she was also looking at herself, she clenched the mobile phone that she touched and held in her hand just now, as if she had given up her original plan.

"Are you okay?" Shen Zhifei spoke first, and stretched out his hand towards her.

As if feeling something, Zhang Yao held it up.

Shen Zhifei felt the stickiness of her palm, and her palm was slightly cold, she couldn't help tightening her fingers, holding Zhang Yao's hand firmly, giving her as much heat as she could in this darkness.

She remembered that Zhang Yao was afraid of the dark.

Zhang Yao didn't say a word, but obediently held her hand.

Shen Zhifei caught a glimpse of her softly dyed hair by Sisi Yuehua, and wanted to raise his hand to rub it.

She turned her eyes away and turned on the flashlight of her mobile phone, "Maybe there is a power outage, just wait a while."

"Yeah." Zhang Yao nodded in a muffled voice, and the discomfort of being exposed to the bright light made her instinctively squint her eyes. The next second, the light disappeared again, replaced by a touch of warmth.

The area around the eyes was pressed gently, and after a while, it moved away.

Feeling faintly disappointed, Zhang Yao sighed without making any sound.

Opening her eyes, the light from the mobile phone hit the ground, and Zhang Yao saw what she had accidentally swept off the ground just now.

——A book, not too thin, with a dark cowhide cover, and it seems that a few pages have fallen off and crooked out of the pages.

Zhang Yao reached out to pick it up, "Sorry, I accidentally knocked it off just now."

Following Zhang Yao's line of sight, Shen Zhifei's complexion changed indistinctly, pretending to be natural, he picked up the notebook in front of him, patted the non-existent dust, raised his head and said: "It's okay, this is the essay I read and write. , I forgot to put it away after finishing writing in the morning.”

She reacted naturally, so Zhang Yao didn't have any doubts.

Shen Zhifei turned his back and put the notebook back on the corner of the table.

She knew that it would be too deliberate to put it away specially now, so it won't make people think too much if it is put here.

Life is not open and frank. No matter who you are, there are always things you don't want to tell others, and she is no exception.

Like a person struggling in the mud and finally climbing out, it takes courage to even look back at the mud.

Shen Zhifei looked at Zhang Yao's demure face, his eyes were brightened by the light.

The flustered heartbeat gradually calmed down.

There is no feeling of unfamiliarity, and no other messy thoughts, as if they have lived together for many years.

After years of going here, I will not change my beauty.

Shen Zhifei tilted his head, "Do you want to sleep? It won't light up for a while, should you rest?"

Zhang Yao was just drawing the manuscript and did not turn on the computer. In fact, the power reserve of the computer should be enough for her to finish drawing tonight.

But for some reason, Zhang Yao didn't explain, but nodded again, agreeing to Shen Zhifei's proposal.

Even if it was not the first time to share the bed with his sweetheart, Shen Zhifei was still nervous, clutching the quilt tightly, lying straight, staring at the ceiling without squinting, vividly interpreting a piece of wood.

"Can't sleep?"

The sound of breathing in her ears was always heavy, Zhang Yao rolled her eyes under her eyelids, opened her eyes and asked her.

"A little bit." Shen Zhifei replied in a low voice.

Zhang Yao turned her head to look at her: "Why?"

"You are here, I am a little happy." Shen Zhifei finally turned his head and looked into Zhang Yao's eyes, "But I was afraid, afraid that I would fall asleep and wake up to find that it was just a dream."

Then she really didn't know whether it was a good dream or a nightmare.

"It's not a dream," Zhang Yao said with a soft laugh, and clenched her hands under the quilt a little.

It was as if she was telling herself that this was not a dream.

A nightmare that had haunted her for several years finally woke up.

Zhang Yao promised: "When I wake up tomorrow, I will still be here."

"Okay." Shen Zhifei looked at her side face with nostalgia, and the faint sleepiness gradually became stronger, and finally his eyes fell into darkness.

I haven't had a good night's sleep for a long time. When Shen Zhifei woke up early, he felt his whole body was soft, and he could even make a clicking sound when he stretched his arms and legs.

Shen Zhifei rubbed his eyes and turned his head. In the next second, he saw only the long legs wrapped in a pair of black trousers beside the bed, and then went up to Zhang Yao's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Shen Zhifei probably just finished yawning when he woke up, his dark eyes were a little watery, his cheeks were slightly pink when he came out of the bed, his long eyelashes blinked tremblingly, and his eyes were ignorant.

Looks very bully.

Zhang Yao's fingers hanging from the seam of her trousers pinched a piece of fabric without showing any traces, and her fingertips turned white before she restrained the urge to pinch her face.

"Are you awake?" Zhang Yao crossed her arms, leaned forward slightly, and looked at the sleepy Shen Zhifei with gentle eyes.

Zhang Yao's delicate eyebrows were right in front of her eyes, so close that Shen Zhifei could even feel the heat of her breath sweeping across her cheeks, she could see her own reflection in the other's eyes, and she could also see Zhang Yao's hair falling from her shoulders.

Zhang Yao does not lack the experience of being stared at by others, but she lacks the experience of being stared at by her sweetheart at close range.

Her eyes lowered with a twinkle, and her face seemed to be a little hot from that gaze.

In the next second, someone pinched his cheek with very light force.

Zhang Yao raised her eyes blankly, looking at Shen Zhifei who looked happy with her mouth slightly raised.

"..."

Shen Zhifei pinched half of his face with his right hand, as if dissatisfied, and pinched the other half of his face with his left hand, and the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually became brighter.

"It's really not a dream."

Zhang Yao: "..."

She took off Shen Zhifei's two hands that were doing evil and held them in her own, and said with a smile: "It seems that I haven't woken up."

She is so cowardly, she dares to be so presumptuous only when she is in a daze, right?

Shen Zhifei glanced at Zhang Yao's hands, turned his wrists, held Zhang Yao's hand instead, and said with a smile, "Now you're awake, you... If, if you think I've offended you, then... ...just pinch it back."

She admitted that it was because she was obsessed with ghosts just now that she was a little bolder.

"Just what?" The pronunciation of the last few words was still in her mouth. Zhang Yao didn't hear what Shen Zhifei said clearly. She pressed Shen Zhifei's hand, shook her head and said, "No matter what, you get up first, at 07:30 gone."

Shocked, Shen Zhifei picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table to check the time.

7: 35.

Her biological clock has always been set at 06:30, and she woke up an hour late today.

Shen Zhifei quickly lifted the quilt, and the next second shivered and went back.

A little cold.

Zhang Yao, who had been up for nearly half an hour, looked around, picked up the remote control on the desk, and turned up the temperature of the air conditioner by two degrees.

Two minutes later, Shen Zhifei explained while wearing cotton slippers: "I really don't stay up late, but I slept better last night, and my biological clock fell asleep, and it was too cold in the morning. I really don't stay up late."

She was so distracted by sophistry that she didn't notice Zhang Yao who was walking over. When she stood up, she almost kissed her face to face. Shen Zhifei blushed and raised her hands to prove her innocence: "I'm sorry I didn't mean it!"

Zhang Yao's mouth was deflated, and she couldn't help laughing: "Don't be poor, wash up."

"Okay!" Shen Zhifei ran into the bathroom to wash up.

The woman in the mirror had a bright smile on her face, and happiness was written on the corners of her eyes and brows.

Shen Zhifei raised her hand, a drop of water slipped from her fingertips, and fell on the sink. She touched her face, but couldn't hold back her smile.

She is washing here, and her lover is outside the door. They will have breakfast together and go out to work together later.

At night, they would chat for a few days together, and then lie down on a bed and fall asleep, and she could hug her as soon as she reached out.

The future that she only dared to outline countless times in fantasy has now been realized bit by bit. Zhang Yao is no longer her wishful thinking.

——It is all her ideals in this life and the future.