On the daily life of nemesis

But He and Xi also pretended to imitate his movements, and saw him leaning against the treadmill with his arms crossed in front of his chest and his head tilted, looking at the person in the attic with a smile in his eyes.

"What? Could it be that the curator has a habit of voyeurism? Did he come out early in the morning just to look at me?" But he and Xi said half-jokingly, the dark pupils also turned slightly, and for some reason, Whenever this happens, he can't help but have the idea of ​​teasing that person, which is really weird, maybe from the moment he met Xiang Zhutong, both of them became weird.

When Xiang Zhulian heard this, he rolled his eyes at him first, and then he wanted to speak, but his throat was sore due to the soreness in his throat, hey, maybe it was because he didn't drink water all night, his throat was a little dry, He frowned slightly, waved his hands and said, "I really don't have this habit, but the director's imagination is really rich, as expected of a doctor, I started exercising early in the morning, hey, it's good to be young, energetic It's all over the place." Zhu Qian coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment after saying this, maybe what he said was right, he really couldn't compare to young people, he was old, old, he couldn't move up.

"Then you mean to imply that you are old? It's really the first time I've heard someone say that I'm old." But He Yu raised his eyebrows suddenly, and said as if thinking.

These words undoubtedly ignited the condensed sparks in the air like a fuse "swish", and the smell of war was overflowing in an instant, and there seemed to be a burning smell in the air, which was comparable Also because of this sentence, a few blue veins suddenly popped up on his forehead, and his face gradually turned black, and the playful expression on his face had long been replaced by serious anger.

"You're old! Your whole family is old! I'm just the right age! Who's the old one?!" Xiang Zhudi finally couldn't bear the stimulation of these words, so he stretched out his finger and pointed at him furiously. soundtrack.

Who knows, after hearing this, He and Xi didn't say anything else, they just lowered their eyes and looked up and down at Zhu Li, who was standing not far below. I have to say that his figure is really manageable. Shirts and trousers can really match, and the clothing taste is good, and it really has a taste of abstinence, ha, especially a little shou who is extremely easy to blow up, interesting.

Just when Zhu Qian was very angry and was about to turn around and leave due to the fact that the sun was too glaring, he suddenly heard the clear and pleasant voice of that person.

"Actually, you are not old, at least you have a good taste in clothes." The voice slightly reached the ear, and then bursts of hearty laughter could be heard.

Zhu Can suddenly raised his hand and patted his forehead, muttering to himself in annoyance,

"Yes, I know that this person can't say anything good. I really can't talk about it. Where did this evildoer come from?"

Zhu Qian didn't open his mouth to fight back with that person, just sighed lightly, then turned around and strode away.

Perhaps it was because of the precise timing of turning around that he failed to see the interested but abnormally emotional eyes in the eyes of the person behind him.

However, He and Xi were just leaning on the treadmill with both hands, and there was an unknown and unusual light in their eyes, and a smile could not help but appear on the corners of their lips.

"Interesting, curator, the future is still long, you and I will wait and see, I have never lost."

After a while, such a sentence suddenly floated in the silent air. After the man finished speaking, he turned around and left. The only thing left in the air was the breath that the two of them sprayed when they breathed just now, and the so-called aura. The atmosphere of "gunpowder smoke" is permeating with the wind.

On the other side, Xiang Zhulian hurriedly turned around and returned to the territory that only belonged to him.

With a "bang", his strength was not strong, but it was enough to make the metal bolt at the lower end of the gate just fit the edge of the pear-blossom wooden door frame. After the heavy sound came to his ears, he suddenly sighed softly. Taking a deep breath, leaning halfway on the edge of the door frame, the light in the depths of those black eyes gradually became diffuse, until the dots of bright spots flickering in those black pupils slowly gathered together, and then disappeared in the pupils in an instant. In the depths, he seemed to have lost his strength, as if there was some inexplicable reason, the special memory was slowly pulling away the strength of his limbs from his soul bit by bit, his back was completely leaning against the door, slender Holding his hands on the metal handrail of the door, in his mind, those fragmented but still unable to condense memories are slowly shown in front of his eyes like scenes of movies, and a little mist suddenly overflowed from those dark eyes. In the misty mist and blurred focus, the figure of that person was slowly zooming in before his eyes. In an instant, a word came from his ear, which woke him up. In an instant, that person was slowly gathering The magnified figure suddenly shattered into fragments following the words, and broke apart in a split second.

"But how much older are you than me?"

"I'm just used to being with you."

"Can you stop interfering with me all the time? Give each other some space?"

"Do you think this is interesting? Can you stop being impulsive? Can you save me worry?"

"Ah, I'm tired, I'm tired, I can't hold on anymore, let's end..."

His thin lips parted slightly, and he murmured softly. Those were the words he didn't want to mention and never want to hear again. The mist under those eyes suddenly gathered again, and he He suddenly smiled, but why was there a bit of desolation and bitterness in that smile, and there seemed to be some tears in the corners of his eyes, but he didn't notice it. For a moment, the strength in his whole body seemed to be drained, both weak and Helpless, he could only support the handrail with his palm and slowly slid down to the floor leaning on the door, his pair of heroic eyebrows were furrowed, and he tilted his head and leaned lightly on the edge of the door.

Yes, it has been so long before I knew it, but why do I still think of him?

Did he love him too much?So much love that you are about to lose yourself?

But he also has a bottom line, he actually said he was tired?Ah. . .What an irony!

Heh, my so-called feelings ended up like this, it was really a miscalculation,

Thinking of this, Zhu Qian suddenly raised his hand, slightly bent his slender fingers, and then paused in the air to slowly outline the crystal pendant lamp in the center of the ceiling.

"It's over, everything is over, with your so-called reasons, get out!"

"Maybe, it's really the end of fate, and the sand that can't be held should be lifted. It's just a flashy dream..."

Zhu Qian murmured softly, and unknowingly moved back a few steps, so that his head could just rest on the edge of the door.

"I'm delusional..."

##### Xiao Que Zi asks for more blessings. .It can only be said that the consequences of angering the curator are very serious.