[Bottle Evil Colleague] Ink Dawn

When he woke up again, the faint morning light outside the window shone on his face, and his whole body was lazy.Although there were no guards deployed by the Wu family, this sleep was inexplicably peaceful.

I calmed down and remembered what happened last night:

It was almost midnight when we got home yesterday, and Poker-Face and I were very tired.

While Boyouping was going to take a bath, I cleaned the guest room that I hadn’t used for a while, opened the windows to let in the air, and rummaged through boxes and boxes to find a super-grade silk quilt and cotton mattress for winter to make a bed for Pokerfing According to my own habit, I specially added a set of Australian cashmere blankets on the bed sheets, hoping to be softer and more comfortable.

Then I discovered that because the owner, myself, was a golden bachelor, there was only one pillow in the whole room.There was no way, I went back to the room and brought my pillow and put it on his bed, patted it soft, went to the living room to find a small pillow and took it back to the room to make do with it.Then he closed the window for Poker Bottle, turned on the air conditioner and warm air, turned on the bedside lamp, and adjusted it to a slightly dim light.

After finishing all this work, I breathed a sigh of relief, stood at the door of the guest room and turned around to look inside the room: a single big-size bed with soft bedding on it.Thick dark curtains block out the noise and flashes of passing cars.The warm and dim yellow light shone on a corner of the room, except for the sound of the air conditioner running, it was very quiet.

Finally, I have a little bit of the taste of home that I promised Poker Ping.

I clapped my hands, my heart was warm, and some feeling of joy surged up.

But now I can finally understand a little bit why my mother liked to clean up the house for me back then.In addition to the sense of accomplishment of housewives, it is really a happy thing to make your important people live comfortably and at ease.

Not intending to bother Boyoufeng anymore, I closed the door of the guest room to prevent the heating from being exposed.After a quick wash in the private bathroom of his room, he closed the door, half-sat on the bed and opened the window, lit a cigarette, looked at the crescent moon at the edge of the sky, and began to consider and deliberate on the "ultimate rescue plan" again .

I don't have time anymore, although the return of Poker Bottle has increased the success rate of my plan by at least [-]%, but my current thinking and consideration are extremely necessary.At this point, I don't want to bother you, because this decision is not only related to the fate of the two of us, but also the ultimate fate of the Wu family and even all those involved in the mystery.

This responsibility is too heavy.It has nothing to do with stuffy oil bottles, it can only be borne by myself.

Not for anything else, just because I am Wu Xie, with a name that has been placed with heavy expectations since I was born.

……

It may be that the long-lost comfort at home made me relax, so I fell asleep so unknowingly.

I vaguely remember that the windows were left open last night, and the quilt was not unfolded.But when he woke up, the blanket was well covered, the windows were tightly closed, and the air conditioner was running to supply air.

It seems that Pokerfing came here at some point last night, when did my vigilance suddenly become so bad?

I smiled, took a quick shower and shaved.After finishing it, I felt a lot refreshed. When I passed the guest room, there was no sound in it.

Could it be that he hasn't had a good night's sleep in seven years?I felt so pitiful for Boyoufeng, so I didn't have the heart to wake him up. I rummaged in my closet and picked out a black cashmere turtleneck sweater, a white T-shirt for home wear, jeans and a suit. A black slim-fit brushed sweater is placed on the sofa in front of the guest room.After thinking for a while, I didn't have anything to wear, so I took a set of clothes that I used for washing and changed into them, and then went out quietly.

In the long-lost Hangzhou, the air in the morning is still so fresh.I jogged twice around the area of ​​Shuguang Apartment (where my new house in Hangzhou is located), split, stretched, and punched as usual.During the period, I inevitably mixed with a group of old men and women doing morning exercises. While doing aerobic exercise, I watched their old couples live a peaceful and peaceful life, and suddenly felt very envious.I don't know if I will be lucky enough to wait until this day.

On the way back, I thought a little bit about what breakfast to bring to Poker Bottle. Although he wouldn't have any objections, I still hoped that he could eat better and make up for it.In the end, I decided to go to the building outside the building that does not deliver food in the early morning.

Tourists outside only know that there are high-quality and expensive lunches and dinners there, but as a local snake in Hangzhou, I naturally know that there are actually a lot of affordable breakfasts served every day.

Although Shuguang Apartment is the closest community to West Lake, I was afraid that the breakfast would be cold, so I drove back and forth.When he got home, Poker Fing had already woken up, was wearing that suit, and was sitting on the sofa meeting his ceiling lover.Hearing the sound of my door opening, he turned his head, and his faint eyes fell on me.

When I first saw it, I regretted it.

Nima, Wu Xie, how can you put on this guy the clothes you bought in college to pretend to be a girl catcher!That figure, that line, that face, that temperament!Don't mention me, there is no comparison to Asia's most beautiful model.Although I have been exercising for the past two years, I have all the muscles I should have, but if I hit Poker Bottle, he is a well-deserved winner in life.

I was a little jealous, but quickly let go.

Maybe it was because I stared at him for too long, he rarely frowned slightly, and asked me what was wrong silently.I hurriedly sat down on the sofa opposite Poker Ping, considered his temperament, and kept Pianerchuan, which was rich in soy sauce and not small in oil, and pushed a sufficient amount of Sanxian noodles to Poker Ping, and washed it down. He smiled: "Brother, hurry up and eat while it's hot, and taste the masterpieces of master Lou Wai Lou."

Poker bottle glanced at me, took it silently, opened the chopsticks, chewed slowly, controlled the strength of his hand very precisely, sometimes the whole noodles were picked up, just like filming a movie, without breaking of.Although it was the second time I saw it, I was still stunned and felt that I was not very good at using chopsticks in my hand.

During the meal, I kept looking for topics according to the way the two of us got along many years ago, and tried to avoid matters related to Taoism. From West Lake lotus root noodles to French law, I was the only one talking, and he bowed his head to listen.

But what is different from many years ago is that even if it is my kind of unconstrained thinking and unnutritive topics, Poker Bottle will hum, nod his head or express his opinions in a few words every few minutes.It made me feel satisfied and contented.

Brother Zhu didn't walk out of the stuffy oil bottle room sleepily until we were almost finished eating, and almost tripped on the threshold. ——It was only then that I found out that brother Zhu had clinged to the little brother's room to sleep last night. What a master I was.

Brother Zhu sniffed, and suddenly leaned over, staring at me with big eyes without blinking, sticking out his tongue so greedy, and wagging his tail flatteringly.

Why didn't you think of my young master last night?

I was helpless, so I couldn't help but glance at Poker Ping, which means are you sure this foodie can save my life in a fight?

Poker-Face was still calm, glanced at Brother Zhu, and said: "Tomb-slayer beasts are generally recorded in ancient books and legends. I have never seen this kind before. They may be cultivated by tomb guards or tomb robbers. They are alive. The longer the years, the more knowledgeable people's words and human nature." After speaking, he paused and continued, "Greedy is also a powerful manifestation."

I thought God was logical, but I couldn't help but believe it.Take out the prepared crabmeal dumplings and put them on the ground.That foodie would stop ignoring me immediately, and eat there with his little butt pouted, and when I touched him with my foot, he even made a threatening snort.He is completely like a villain who "has food but loses his master".

Someone was setting off firecrackers outside again, and the sound spread all over the field, making the surrounding atmosphere much more festive.

With my chopsticks in my mouth, I leisurely turned around to watch the morning news.

Poker-Face sat next to him and drank the hot noodle soup, his eyes also fell on the TV, watching with me silently.

Brother Zhu was at my feet, chewing on the steamed buns, not paying attention to what the female anchor on the news was saying.

There is a little illusion that the years are quiet.