Rational derailment

DQ is a total lunatic.

Seeing him throwing the bowl of vegetable gruel in front of him over his head, Wu Si was very sure of this.He was indeed a more thorough lunatic than Miller and Mingyu.No wonder outsiders often say that there is only a thin line between a genius and a lunatic, and even the two can be equated.

Holding the takeaway gruel that he had bought with great difficulty, he was shocked by DQ who suddenly jumped out from behind the door as soon as he entered the door. Wu Si really felt that his mental capacity was strong enough, otherwise these two bowls of steaming gruel would Definitely will greet his face.Without an explanation, he laughed out loud at himself, who was so scared that his heart beat too fast, turned around and jumped on the bed, that's right, jumped on Miller's bed, hunched over like a monkey, and continued to argue with him.

It seemed that Wu Si's reaction just now was the focus of their debate.

The ground was covered with confetti. When I looked closely, it turned out to be the first draft of the script of "City Code 5". Paper airplanes, paper cranes, okay, and a paper bastard.Miller was drawing something on a stack of newspapers with a marker pen. He said while drawing, as DQ frowned more and more, he finally grabbed the marker pen in Miller's hand and drew directly on his clothes. stand up.

They were arguing about plot, narrative, and camera.Wu Si could hear what they said, but he couldn't understand what they said at all.too professional.But judging from Miller's equally excited reaction, the two had an extremely "speculative" chat, just like when Jing Mo was excitedly discussing with him a certain cartoon that they both liked.

I like OOO, and I like XXX, but the different people I like can't extinguish the two people's love for this animation, and the enthusiasm that can't wait to find the same person.

When the heated debate finally came to an end, Wu Si brought gruel to them, thinking that they could finish a meal in peace. After all, DQ is a homeless scavenger, and he often eats a meal and becomes hungry. He was very satisfied, but who knows, he was halfway through eating, and suddenly, like an electric shock, he threw his hard-won bowl of gruel backwards. Due to the effect of inertia, all the gruel hit the wall behind him , but not on his messy hair.

No, it doesn't make sense in common sense.

DQ debated with Miller again, and Wu Si silently cleaned up the disgusting porridge.

Time flew by, and when Miller yawned for the nth time, Wu Si finally couldn't help but interrupted DQ, who was as excited as chicken blood, "The wound needs adequate rest, don't If you mind, you can go to my room and continue reading the materials, let him go to bed early."

Uh, it must be uncomfortable to be forced to step on the brakes when you are at your best, but after seeing Miller's exhausted appearance and the bandages wrapped around his body, DQ could only take Miller's PAD and go with Wu Si next door.

Wu Si wore earmuffs and eyepatch all night and still didn't sleep well. DQ has been watching movies, all kinds of horror movies, with a serious expression, almost without blinking his eyes, scarier than horror movies.

In the early morning, Wu Si finally fell asleep in a daze, when he heard someone bang, throw the PAD on the ground, and rushed out the door, so scared that Wu Si didn't have time to take off the earmuffs, and the eyepatch turned into a neckband, and immediately followed past.

He smashed open Miller's door, and despite his bewildered expression, started talking again.

This state lasted for a total of three days. Sometimes DQ stayed in Miller's room, and sometimes in Wu Si's room, so that they could take turns to rest. The miracle was there. The blood congestion didn't stop him from being in a vigorous state, as if all the passion in the past few years had burst out.

The new script was changed beyond recognition, and even the whole story was turned upside down by DQ. Miller carefully recorded every detail. I have to admit that although it is still this story, it seems to have become another story.

Noisy, just at the end of the discussion on the manuscript, a certain meal, or the unlucky porridge, DQ suddenly plunged his head into the porridge, and did not respond for a long time.

Damn, it won't be a sudden death, right? !Miller and Wu Si hurriedly helped him up, and just lifted his head from the porridge to avoid suffocation, the next second, his snoring sounded, as if it could shake the entire old building.

It turned out that he had fallen asleep.

Wu Si took a lot of effort to move DQ to the corner of the room, put a pillow on him, covered him with a quilt, and then helped Miller to rest in his own room next door. Given DQ's snoring, Miller estimated that he would be shadowed for the rest of his life.

After handling the food, Wu Si closed the door and saw Miller waving to him on the bed. It would be a ghost to say that Wu Si didn't know what he wanted to do like that.

"Why?" Wu Si walked over and asked knowingly where he couldn't reach.

"The wound hurts." Miller pointed to his abdomen.

Raising his eyebrows, Wu Si sat on the edge of the bed, pulled the quilt away, and wanted to see Miller's wound, but just as he approached him, he lifted his chin and gave him a deep kiss.

It wasn't until someone had kissed enough that Wu Si teased, "Isn't the wound painful?"

"It doesn't hurt to see you." Without the slightest bit of embarrassment, Miller sealed Wu Si's lips again, and this time his hands were not idle, stroking every inch of Wu Si's skin greedily, as if he was hungry After several weeks, the wolves finally had enough meat.

The snoring next door kept coming and going, but it was very hot here. Because of the wound, Miller couldn’t do strenuous exercise. Wu Si took off his panties, let the penis that had been ready to go out jump out, and just lowered his head to perform oral sex for him, Miller phone rang.

"Ignore him." Miller glanced at the caller ID, threw the phone aside, and pressed Wu Si's head.

However, the sound of the mobile phone rang endlessly one after another.

"Go ahead," Wu Si raised his head and wiped the corner of his lower lip with the back of his hand, "The orgasm may cause your wound to open."

After watching Wu Si put on his shirt, Miller answered the phone helplessly.

Maybe it's because the phone is too good, or because I'm used to DQ's snoring sound, the interval between snoring sounds is always very quiet, and the words from the other end of the phone came to Wu Si's ears clearly.

"Honey, you must have no idea where I am now!" The familiar voice, but the unfamiliar tone, in my impression, Laura is rarely so excited, "Big surprise, I'm at Rio de Janeiro International Airport!"