When I came out I picked up a nemesis

Less than half a month later, the matter of Mr. Han pretending to sleep was completely exposed.

The reason is very simple. After Han Qiao "fallen asleep", Xie Ruiyan tucked him in the quilt, but touched the itchy flesh under Mr. Han's armpit.

Han Qiao is indeed a ticklish person, he immediately bounced off the bed with a smile, and stared at Xie Ruiyan.

Xie Ruiyan: "???"

"You lied to me..." Xie Ruiyan's eyes looked a little lonely, his eyelashes trembled, and he held Han Qiao's hand, "You lied to me again, do you like to lie to me so much?"

Han Qiao was defeated by the gaze, and also suppressed his smile, sighing softly: "Okay, I lied to you, I pretended to be asleep, for fear of delaying your sleep. Don't be angry."

"Don't delay, your sleep is more important. I will read more articles and sing more songs. Before you lie down, you must follow the doctor's advice and take some medicine first."

Han Qiao promised him: "Okay."

Xie Ruiyan turned into a ruthless karaoke machine, and whenever Han Qiao wanted to listen to the songs, he would learn them quickly on the same day and come over to sing at night.Sometimes with a violin, sometimes with an erhu, and more often with nothing, start singing a cappella.

Shame is such a thing, if you do too much, it will disappear.

Mr. Xie's face gradually thickened, and occasionally he would give Han Qiao some b-waves in broad daylight.

Don't ask, it's just Liu Dong who asked.

When Xie Ruiyan asked "is it useless to sing", Han Qiao would always say "somewhat useful".

However, the reason why severe insomnia can be called a disease is that while it is combined with drugs, it also has the characteristics that sleepiness and falling asleep are not the same thing.

Just being sleepy is not enough. Whenever Xie Ruiyan finished playing the piano and sang, Han Qiao would be able to sleep for a while, which cannot be called sleep.

Being so sleepy, so sleepy, so sleepy, and then so sleepy that I fell into a coma all night, doesn't exist.Han Qiao was drowsy for a while at most, and then woke up suddenly. Looking at the time, it didn't exceed 10 minutes.

Others take a nap longer than Han Qiao.

My head hurts, my scalp is numb, and my heart is beating very loudly, and I can start death rock with this rhythm.

The effect of the medicine was getting weaker and weaker, Han Qiao gave up struggling and played with his mobile phone, not even wanting to care about special anniversaries.

February 2 is Mr. Han's birthday.

The "big birthday" is nine. Last year, everyone celebrated Han Qiao's birthday with excitement. This year, they only sent blessings online. According to Han Qiao's wishes, they sent a few red envelopes to each other to celebrate.

Mr. Han has entered the threshold of 30 years old, and he is officially heading towards the fourth year. Xie Ruiyan can't say that they are in the same age group, but he always feels that Mr. Han is mentally mature, but physically he is growing backwards.

Time is undefeated beauty bone, this statement is true.

Nothing happened that day, Han Qiao heard Xie Ruiyan sing at night, said goodnight to Xie Ruiyan routinely, turned his back and typed the money-saving snack that came with the orange applet.

Since there is one more person in the family, how to carry out common recreation among roommates has become an excellent topic.

After the "broken mirror reunion", the two became more meticulous when getting along, and seemed to be more lubricated when they got along. The specific performance was to discuss what games they usually play together.

When Xie Ruiyan was holding the game controller, his hand speed was top-notch, and all the Internet-addicted teenagers in the whole neighborhood couldn't beat him.

Han Qiao is a complete handicapped party, he can't distinguish the buttons, and once he pressed his finger cramps, he had to ask Xie Ruiyan to press him, and a hot towel was used to reduce swelling and relieve pain.

From then on, Xie Ruiyan sat next to Han Qiao. Once he rubbed more than seven key combinations, he would subconsciously look at Han Qiao, and he could no longer play this game well.

After fighting several fighting games online, Han Qiao changed the battle to Xiaoxiaole on his mobile phone on his own initiative. Xie Ruiyan was thinking about Han Qiao's hand and didn't raise any objections.

In Xiaoxiaole, Han Qiao and Xie Ruiyan always exchange physical strength, and the love value has accumulated more than [-]. Over time, this game has become a new map, which must be unlocked within a day. A must-pass mini-game.

But playing more small games will still cause headaches.The person who cleared the customs within one day was Xie Ruiyan; under the supervision of Mr. Xie, Mr. Han could only play five games a day at most.

Mr. Han is puzzled every day: "I'm already thirty, how can someone control me to play with my mobile phone? It shouldn't be."

Liu Dong, who entered in disorder: "It's great to have a man."

"Dong Liu smells so vinegary."

"Oh, spicy chicken!"

The two fought each other online and offline again.

On his birthday, Han Qiao had just had a short video conference. He used the mobile phone directly, but forgot to mute it and turned on Xiaoxiaole. The cheerful girl's voice from the NPC instantly aroused Xie Ruiyan's vigilance.

Xie Ruiyan looked at Han Qiao's back lying on his side, and the twisted posture of hiding his mobile phone and playing secretly.

Han Qiao's well-manicured, smooth black hair was being tied loosely by a turquoise satin hair tie, which was lifted up to prevent sleep from pressing on the hair.

Xie Ruiyan stood at the head of the bed, pinching the end of Han Qiao's hair to play with, and said in a cold voice, "You're playing with your phone again, isn't your head hurting?"

Han Qiao turned over and looked at him sideways: "There is still a little more."

Xie Ruiyan: "?"

"How much is a little pain?"

"not much."

Xie Ruiyan lowered his head, the tip of his nose was close to Han Qiao's face, his eyes were fixed on Han Qiao's, and he was very close to intimidating: "Not much?"

"About 50.00%." ​​Han Qiao smiled with his eyes bent, "Don't do that, puppy."

Xie Ruiyan backed away, and snorted coldly: "You think that if you just make a few jokes, I will be pissed off by you. Mr. Han, you think too much, I am no longer the person I used to be, my skin is as thick as the length of the Yangtze River Bridge .”

"The 4589-meter highway bridge, the 6772-meter railway bridge, and a total of more than 1 meters of shame, are worthy of you."

Han Qiao put down his phone, stretched out a pair of white arms with well-proportioned muscles and graceful curves from under the bed, and snorted Mr. Xie's hair back and forth, "If you don't get mad, you still want to stay in my bedroom and don't come back at night Sleep there by yourself?"

"Isn't it possible?" Xie Ruiyan sat down on the edge of the bed, slowly took off his pajama pants, and said with lowered eyes, "I'll stay here, put your phone away, don't use Xiaoxiaole to hypnotize you, the more you wake up, the more energetic you will be. "

Mr. Han with obsessive-compulsive disorder focuses on the key points: "It's not about Xiaoxiaole, it's about saving—"

"Save money and save money. Anyway, I am also the man who has cleared all the maps. I took you to play. Who knows that you are addicted to this, and your career is in the wrong place."

"That's to catch up with you as soon as possible."

"Don't explain. You lean in and squeeze."

Xie Ruiyan threw away the pajamas again, and the dark brown top flew away and landed on the back of the chair not far away, it looked like a bear had taken off its bear skin and was about to evolve into a small

Seeing this, Han Qiao rolled half a circle on the left and right under the quilt, laughed for a while while holding his aching head, and asked, "Sleep in the same quilt with me? Are you afraid that I will poke your dimple?"

Xie Ruiyan replied gruffly: "Why should I be afraid of a migraine patient who I can turn over with one finger?"

"The tone is not small, as expected of Mr. Yan."

Facing the new title, Xie Ruiyan remained calm: "That's right. Please trouble Boss Han to move the floor, don't let me push you with your hair, I'm coming in!"

Han Qiao took off his hair tie, his black hair was messed up, and his smile made the tear mole at the corner of his eyes feel silent indulgence.

Seeing the son of a bitch crawling into his bed, Han Qiao humbly asked, "A finger? Where did it go? Your statement is misleading."

Xie Ruiyan supported the bed with one hand, confused: "What misunderstanding..."

He thought over and over again, his gaze finally stopped suddenly when he slid across Han Qiao's extremely beautiful and powerful waistline, and blushed suddenly: "No, I...you...Han Qiao, why are you like this? You are not X Is it a cold setting, how can you make such a joke?"

"You don't mean that?"

"I swear I didn't!"

"I apologize, I was too vulgar."

This kind of situation is inexplicably familiar, but the quality of sleep recently has affected memory. Han Qiao recalled it for a long time, but he couldn't remember who else he had offended like this.

Xie Ruiyan was flammable and explosive, but he was also easy to be comforted. A simple "I'm sorry" made him respond in a low voice, and stayed on the bed obediently without running away.

The quilt bulged into a big and long strip, and Xie Ruiyan lay upright like a body pillow, his body stiff.

"You were the one who said he wanted to come in, and you were the one who froze when he came in."

Xie Ruiyan didn't move, only a pair of caramel-colored eyes looked at Han Qiao's face.

"It's just a humanoid pillow, don't think about it."

Han Qiao put down his phone, and his attention was still wandering in the game: "I'm still thinking about how to get full Samsung in level 333, I don't have that kind of worldly desire."

Xie Ruiyan received a satisfactory answer, and said dryly, "Oh. Got it."

Han Qiao turned around, hugged him tightly, and turned his back on the guest: "It's getting late, go to bed."

Xie Ruiyan stretched out his hand, let Han Qiao's neck rest on his arm, and adjusted to a suitable posture.

"You...be good, don't move around, I'll sing for you, try it, and see if you can fall asleep."

Han Qiao replied softly: "I won't trouble you, you sing."

"Do you listen to Chu Yuan's songs? I was fascinated by his voice for a while. I don't talk about other songs, but his famous works are very suitable for sleeping. This time I checked carefully, and I won't overturn it again."

Han Qiao found that Xie Ruiyan's aesthetics and taste in music were very similar to his, and they had a lot of common topics, so they got along more and more tacitly.

"I also like to listen to it, but Chu Yuan's vocal range is very wide. Few people sing "Ariel" in tune. Do you have the confidence to sing it?"

Xie Ruiyan let out a "hmm", although the light of the bedside lamp in the bedroom was dim, his eyes were bright.

"Don't underestimate me."

Han Qiao patted Xie Ruiyan's head: "Don't underestimate it, I know that our little Xie is the best, and she can have female voices."

"Come closer." Xie Ruiyan tightly circled people, like a black dragon in a cave embracing the only brave man who can live with it, which is more precious than gold.

Xie Ruiyan took a deep breath, cleared his throat in a low voice, and when he spoke again, the bubble sound and magnetism were almost completely eliminated. It was the voice of a young boy, gender indistinguishable, full of love.

"Ariel, you write a confession that leads me to fall in love."

"Ariel, I won't keep you waiting until I take my hands off."

Xie Ruiyan hugged him, and gently rubbed the back of Han Qiao's neck with his other hand.

Han Qiao narrowed his eyes comfortably, listening to the soft singing, smelling the sweet smell, being held tightly in Xie Ruiyan's arms, it was like soaking in the fine wine brewed by the god of love.

"Ariel, don't turn into a bubble, give me a kiss and I'll give you the answer."

After singing a song, Xie Ruiyan thought about it for a long time, and said to Han Qiao: "Happy birthday, I wish you always happy, sleep quality is getting better and better, straight man of Pisces."

Looking down, it was different from the usual pretending to sleep. Han Qiao closed his eyes, his expression was peaceful, his lips were slightly opened, and the tip of his red tongue could be vaguely seen, his eyelids were closed more naturally, his breathing became a little rough, and he occasionally took a breath. Mutter one or two broken syllables.

Boss Ba really fell asleep, the standard Sleeping Beauty.

In the end, I didn't eat cake on my birthday, and I didn't hear face-to-face blessings.

But at least for the next hour or two, there was no sign of waking up.For Han Qiao, this should be the most suitable birthday present.

Xie Ruiyan muttered to himself while feeling sleepy: "Will my 'Zolpidem Tartrate' be too easy to use?"

Han Qiao's forehead rested on the tip of Xie Ruiyan's nose, and his chin lightly touched Xie Ruiyan's shoulder socket and collarbone.

It seemed that after hearing Xie Ruiyan's words, he was about to wake up.

Xie Ruiyan suddenly regained his energy, tightly closed his mouth that wanted to complain, and hummed a serenade in E major in the ear of the person in his arms.

In the low and magnetic hum, Xie Ruiyan recalled a Soviet poet with a complicated name.

Boris Leonidovich Pasternak and one of his masterpieces, The Nightmare.

It was late at night on a certain day, and Han Qiao forwarded and shared poems on Weibo.

Han Qiao didn't post much on Weibo, Xie Ruiyan was awakened by the sound effects that paid special attention, and read it carefully. He felt that the poem was both hopeless and beautiful, so he praised it with a dozen of his trumpets.

Unexpectedly, in the morning, Weibo is no longer visible. It turns out that Han Qiao is also a person who shares things he likes on a whim, and then quietly deletes them or turns them private after a while.

At that time, Xie Ruiyan didn't remember the poet's name, but he remembered the last few lines of the poem, and found the full text by following the clues.

The untimely title, the untimely verse, and the author’s full name that shouldn’t be suddenly and clearly recalled, is a thought storm that came from the middle of the night, hovering in Xie Ruiyan’s mind when they slept together but couldn’t sleep, enduring

"One step away from the window, he brushed off the hair on his cloak, pointed at the ice peak and swore: sleep my love, I will come back like an avalanche."

The author has something to say: it is my favorite chapter=3