Mosaic Fairy Tale [Unlimited Streaming]

——Wordless Book——

The young man was sitting on the sofa, with one leg crossed up, half of the sleeves of the light blue sweater was rolled up by him, revealing a white arm;

The delicate collarbone is looming in the wide neckline. If you observe carefully, you can see a red mark on the left collarbone, which looks like a scratch from a small animal, or a scar that cannot heal after being scratched by a blade.Appearing in this position adds some ambiguous feelings for no reason, which attracts people's imagination.

But that's just a birthmark that's been with him since birth.

He was holding a book in his hand, the book was very thick, with a dark blue hard cover with several gold-plated characters on it: Mosaic Fairy Tale.

Below the title of the book, there is a line of small words: There are no living people in the story.

His other hand was folded behind his head, his eyes were half-closed, and his soft bangs were scattered on his forehead, slightly covering his brows, looking cute and cute.

Who sent it to him? He hasn't bought anything recently.It's still a book, could it be that my mother sent it to me?

Ren Ange casually flipped through a few pages, slightly dazed.His eyes widened slightly, and he immediately straightened his body and turned over from the beginning to the end, and there was indeed not a single word.

Did something go wrong?

It turned out to be a notebook?

Ren Ange brought the courier box over, worried that he had taken it by mistake.

As a result, there were only three words on the courier box:

Ren Ange...

There was no other information at all. Ren Ange frowned and raised his hand to straighten his hair indiscriminately. He remembered glancing at it when he went to pick up the courier, and it was clearly no different from ordinary courier.

He is really emotional now, why didn't he take a closer look when picking up the courier.It shouldn't be my own dizziness, right?

Could it be that boy Zhou Mingyang's prank?

Zhou Mingyang is his best friend, and the two have known each other since before university.

Ren Ange smiled, this was a bit like something he could do, when he asked him later, he would definitely pretend to be stupid again, and said to himself innocently, huh?

What?Is there such a thing?Hey, old Ren, I really didn't do it!He could only imagine the sleazy look.

But it only has my own name on it, so it must not be a courier, did he deliver it by himself?And then colluded with the uncle doorman?

Just to give yourself a notebook?

Why don't you send me a book...

He turned the book to the back casually, and saw that there was a sentence written on it: write you into the story, and write the story into the book.

He could understand this sentence, and he turned the book over again, what did the sentence "there is no living person in the story" mean.

He frowned and thought for a while, and felt a slight air-conditioning coming from behind, and a strange feeling rose in his heart.

Ren Ange shook his head, licked his slightly dry lips, lingered on the notebook for a while, and then placed the notebook on the coffee table.

He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and wanted to make a call to ask Zhou Mingyang if he brought it here.

As soon as he opened the address book with his fingers, he stopped, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he would tease him again when he returned to school.

Ren Ange turned to Baidu again, trying to search for "Mosaic Fairy Tales", but couldn't even type the words.

"Depend on……"

He entered several times in a row, and lost his patience, thinking that the phone was stuck, so he gave up searching.

He didn't take it too seriously, and took the book into the room and put it on the desk.Then he threw himself on the bed, lay on the bed for a while, squinted his eyes, took his mobile phone again, and clicked into a group chat called "The Most Handsome Four".

Ren Ange: What are you doing?

Now I can type.

Ren Ange: So boring!

Song Du: Why are you bored, old Zhou's house is not far from yours!

Zhou Mingyang: Yes, come and play with me!

Ren Ange: Lazy!I want to move!

Really, thinking about it now, he really didn't know how much perseverance he was willing to go down to pick up the courier just now.

What a strange coincidence.

Song Du: ...

Song Du: Forget about being lazy!

Zhou Mingyang: Then I will come to you!

Ren Ange thought about it, and felt that it was not easy for him to come back, so let him spend more time with his parents!

Ren Ange: Forget it, see you every day, and we'll go back to school together later, I'm getting bored!Farewell, you should spend more time with your parents!

Zhou Mingyang: You're starting to think I'm bored!You you you heartless man!snort!

Ren Ange: I'll fuck you!

In fact, he didn't plan to come back, because his parents had gone abroad, and he was the only one at home.

But those people in the dormitory were all planning to go home this National Day, and it would be boring for him to stay in the dormitory by himself, at least he could find Zhou Mingyang here.

He sank into the soft quilt, yawned lazily, and turned over.

Zhou Mingyang: Why don't you come to my house today, my mother recently invented a new dish, it's delicious!

Zhou Mingyang: All right, all right, let it be like this, I'll pick you up later, so you won't be too lazy to move!I just told my mother, and my mother is very happy!

Ren Ange: Okay, then I'll clean up.

He and Zhou Mingyang met when they were playing basketball outside of school in junior high school. Although they were not in the same school at that time, they had a very good relationship, and sometimes they often lived in each other's homes.

Ren Ange thought about it again, but still couldn't help but post: Zhou Zhou, have you had any thoughts recently!

Zhou Mingyang:? ?

Zhou Mingyang: What do you think?Brother, explain more clearly?

Ren Ange thought to himself, yo, yo, let's pretend!

Ren Ange wanted to type "Did you bring that book?", but found that the words could not be typed.

He typed it again, but still couldn't type it out.

"Huh?!" Ren Ange retyped a few random words again, and it turned out to be OK again.

Then he wanted to enter "did you bring that book?", but it didn't work again.

Forget it...

Ren Ange was speechless.

Ren Ange: Where's Brother Qiu?

Song Du: I don't know, he didn't reply to the private message just now;

Zhou Mingyang: I always feel that something is wrong with Lao Qiu recently, but I can’t say what’s wrong;

Qiu Chenliang: What's wrong?

Zhou Mingyang: Brother Qiu! !

Zhou Mingyang: Brother Qiu, you finally appeared!

Song Du: You've been doing everything wrong lately!To be honest, did you break away from the single dog group behind our backs!

Zhou Mingyang: I don't look like I'm in love, but rather broken.

Qiu Chenliang: ...

Qiu Chenliang: You think too much.

Qiu Chenliang: Also, Lao Song, haven't you already left the single?

Song Du: Sorry, I forgot.

Zhou Mingyang: It seems that you are used to the single dog group.Don't worry, kid, we'll always have your place here!

You are always welcome at Single Dog House——

Song Du: Gun!

Ren Ange yawned again, thinking to himself, it really has been a long time since he has exercised.

He obviously liked playing basketball very much before he went to college, but he didn't know why he didn't like other sports except basketball, and even became more and more lazy after he went to college.

Ren Ange: Brother Qiu, I feel that you have been different recently.

Qiu Chenliang: What's different?

Ren Ange: I have never been narcissistic before;

Qiu Chenliang: ...

Qiu Chenliang: Is that called narcissism?My name is self-confidence, self-confidence!

Qiu Chenliang: Hmph, you're just jealous that people look better than you!

Ren Ange: ...

Ren Ange: Now I think you are normal;

Qiu Chenliang: Humph!

Song Du: Are you okay?You are really a little abnormal recently, even Zhou Mingyang can feel it a little bit.

Zhou Mingyang: What is "Lian"!

Song Du: It means you are too nervous;

Zhou Mingyang:_-

after awhile,

Qiu Chenliang replied: Don't worry, I'm fine!

Song Du: That's good.

Zhou Mingyang: Are you really broken in love?Don't worry we won't laugh at you!

Qiu Chenliang: Is she not as good-looking as I am, worthy of my cosmic invincible and super handsome face? Do you think there are any girls in this school who are more beautiful than me within a hundred miles?

Zhou Mingyang: ...

Song Du: ...

Ren Ange: We are overthinking...

Zhou Mingyang: Stop chatting, I'm going to pick up the lazy pig!

Ren Ange: Come on, butcher!

As soon as Zhou Mingyang came, Ren Ange deliberately dangled around in front of his desk so that he could see the book.

But Zhou Mingyang didn't seem to notice it at all, and asked him instead, "Why are you hanging around all the time? After packing up, why don't you go to my place now. My mother said to cut fruit for you!"

Ren Ange coughed and pointed to the notebook on the desk.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Mingyang looked at a laptop and an alarm clock on his desk, which couldn't be more concise, "Do you want me to look at the computer on your desk? Or the time?"

Ren Ange must have done it this time, so he pretended.

Ren Ange poked the notebook directly, and looked at him with a smile on his face.

"What are you doing?" Zhou Mingyang approached and looked down at where his fingers were, "What exactly are you trying to say?"

"You didn't..." Have you seen this book?

Ren Ange frowned, and opened his mouth again: "..."

"Nothing?" Zhou Mingyang looked at him strangely, then looked at his finger.Nothing.

Ren Ange was a little anxious, what's going on?

He changed the sentence and said, "Let's go, I'll pack it up."

Oddly enough, I can speak again.

"Did you..." I...Damn it!

"Okay, let's go... what?" Zhou Mingyang looked at him strangely, frowning as if he was in pain, "What's wrong with your constipated appearance?"

Ren Ange rolled his eyes at him, and said, "You're just constipated!"

Heck!

He thought for a while, then raised his eyebrows and said, "Did you see it?"

Zhou Mingyang glanced at the table and at him suspiciously, and said, "What do you see?"

"Uh..." This book.

Ren Ange really felt strange, what happened to him.

Seeing his frowning, Zhou Mingyang couldn't help worrying if he was really uncomfortable, so he asked, "Old Ren, are you okay?"

"It's okay." Ren Ange gave up, but he still didn't give up.

"Constipation is not a disease. Pulling it up can kill you! Don't be embarrassed!" Zhou Mingyang sighed, his expression brightened.

Ren Ange glanced at him speechlessly, "No constipation!"

Hey!

"What is this?" Ren Ange raised his hand and pressed it on the notebook, and asked him in a different way, "This is what I pressed my hand on."

"The table!" Zhou Mingyang said blankly, "Is there anything special about it? Are you out of your mind?"

After finishing speaking, he put his face close to the table and looked at it carefully, and said again: "What's wrong? There is nothing wrong! Are there bugs on it? Ants? Did you write on it? Or Engraved?"

Ren Ange raised his eyebrows slowly, and asked him with surprised eyes.

"But your table is really clean!" Zhou Mingyang laughed, "Tsk tsk, I never thought that a lazy cancer patient like you could clean up the table so cleanly, but you don't bring too many things with you. Right! You didn’t just bring your laptop back, did you? By the way, there are also mobile phones, clothes..."

"Zhou Mingyang." Ren Ange shouted.

"What's the matter?" Zhou Mingyang glanced at him, always feeling that he was a little weird, "Are you okay! I don't know what you are going to say until now. What's the matter with you? If you have something to say, talk to me Do I have to worry about anything? If you really don’t want to say it, then don’t say it at all! It’s like seeing a ghost!”

Maybe I really saw a ghost, maybe!

Ren Ange felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. He frowned, and tentatively tapped his finger on the dark blue book, "Can't you see it? I'm serious, I'm not joking. If you are If you're joking, enough is enough."

It's not that he can't afford this innocuous joke, the premise is that it has to be a joke, and he won't be hindered from typing or speaking, let alone - he won't see Zhou Mingyang's nose piercing through the notebook.

Zhou Mingyang was still puzzled, he raised his hand to touch the table, raised his eyes, "Where are you playing charades?"

Ren Ange was still immersed in his own world, and his expression became more and more frightened.

In short, he wants to leave quickly now. Could it be that his house is really haunted? !No way!

Ren Ange is really about to cry now, Gods of all walks of life, please bless me!

I really didn't do anything outrageous!What exactly is going on!

It can't be that I have some kind of disease, right? !Paranoia? !It's better to be sick than a supernatural event!

"Hey! Old Ren, are you stupid?" Zhou Mingyang waved his hand in front of his eyes, "What happened?"

Ren Ange stared at him for a while, then resolutely grabbed his hand and pressed it on the notebook.yeah?Really worn!

"Are you okay?" Zhou Mingyang was taken aback by his sudden action, and looked at him suspiciously, "I see you..."

"It's okay!" Ren Ange hurriedly interrupted him, if there was anything, he couldn't let it know that he was afraid.

"It's really fine!" Ren Ange grinned a bigger smile, "What are you doing lying to you! Hurry up, go to your house for dinner!"

"Hey……"

"Brother, I beg you!" My back felt cold, and if I didn't leave, I felt like I was going to be cold!

"Let's go, brother!" Ren Ange pushed Zhou Mingyang away vigorously, thinking that one day he must find a master to come here to make a fortune.

After thinking about it again, it's over, it's over, it can't hear what it's thinking in its heart, can it?woo woo...

In this way, under his urgent urging, Zhou Mingyang rode his little electric donkey and carried the two of them away.

The two families are actually not far away from each other, not to mention that they rode electric bicycles and arrived at Zhou Mingyang's house within a few minutes.

As soon as Ren Ange arrived at Zhou Mingyang's house, he was warmly welcomed by Zhou Mingyang's mother.

"An Ge, come, eat some fruit!" Zhou Mingyang's mother was very gentle. In Ren Ange's memory, he had never seen her get angry. Even Zhou Mingyang himself told them that he had rarely seen her since he was a child. Seeing that his mother was angry, at least he never related the unhappiness to him.

"Thank you, Auntie!" Ren Ange came back to his senses, stretched out his hand to pick up a toothpick, picked up a piece of pear meat, put it in his mouth, chewed it, and then smiled from the bottom of his heart, "Mmm, sweet!"

"These are all fresh. Ming Yang's uncle planted them himself, without any pesticides."

Zhou's mother smiled gently, and some playful wrinkles appeared at the corners of her eyes, "I heard that Ming Yang specially sent it when he came back a few days ago. Eat more, eating fruits is good for your health!"

"Yeah." Ren Ange stuffed another pear.

"Then I'm busy. You and Ming Yang are here to play. I'll cook something delicious for you. I recently learned a new dish. Try it when the time comes. Don't be disgusted if it doesn't taste good!"

"No, Auntie, I like to eat all the dishes you cook! Then Auntie, go and do your work first, thank you for your hard work, Auntie!"

"Hey, it's not hard, it's not hard!" Mother Zhou said as she walked towards the kitchen, "Ming Yang, you accompany An Ge!"

"Got it!" Zhou Mingyang tugged at his clothes, his eyes glowing, "Come on, go to my room, I'll show you the skin I bought yesterday, it's just blinding your eyes..."

After Ren An Ge had eaten and drank enough, and had had enough quarrel with Zhou Mingyang, it was already early morning.The sleepy bugs finally crawled into the brains of those who stay up late.

Ren Ange was lying on the bed tossing and turning. He was thinking about what happened during the day, and he was about to fall asleep after thinking about it in a daze. He didn't know where the sound of "tick tick" sounded again. Although the sound was not loud, it kept ringing. Non-stop, woke him up.

Why is it so noisy, it doesn't stop!

Ren Ange lay on his side, covering his ears tightly with his hands, but the voice still didn't stop.And still audible.

Ring it, ring it, let me see when you ring it? !

To be honest, if this was normal, Ren Ange felt that it would not affect his sleep at all, but the sound seemed to grow into his head, and it was always the same volume and tone.

Ren Ange was furious.Still let people sleep well? !

"Old Zhou...Old Zhou!" Ren Ange raised his hand to the other side, and with a "slap", it just hit Zhou Mingyang in the face.

"Hmm...what are you doing?" Zhou Mingyang opened his hand, as if he had fallen asleep and was woken up by him again, his voice sounded a bit impatient.

Ren Ange couldn't care less about it anymore, and hurriedly asked: "The alarm clock in your room is a bit noisy, can you turn it off, or move it to the living room? I can't sleep because of the noise!"

"What clock?" Zhou Mingyang asked in a daze.

"Didn't you hear the..." tick-tock?

Whoops, what's the matter? !

No way? !So what, are you still here?

Ren Ange sat up in shock, but there was something stuck on his wrist. He froze for a moment, and touched it with the other hand.

It seemed to be a watch or something, and he reached out to touch the mobile phone on the bedside table, using the light from the bright screen of the mobile phone to illuminate his wrist, it was indeed a watch.

It turned out that the sound came from here, but he remembered that he didn't wear a watch!

And he doesn't even have a watch, okay?Whose is this?Damn it!

Couldn't it be Zhou Mingyang who brought him there when he was in a daze? !

"What's wrong with you?" Zhou Mingyang was woken up by his sudden standing up just now, seeing that he had been sitting there taking pictures of something with his mobile phone, he also sat up.

"I..." Ren Ange suddenly felt sleepy, so he continued, "I seem to be sleepy..."

Then he touched his upper and lower eyelids, fell on the bed, and fell asleep like this.

Zhou Mingyang: "Are you a sleepy god, fall asleep in a second."

"Hello? Are you really asleep?"

He thought for a while, and then symbolically stretched out a finger under Ren Ange's nose, it's good, this sleep is very sweet, and his breathing is smooth and long.

He's done it before, because this guy usually sleeps in the dorm as if he's dead.

After confirming that it was correct, Zhou Mingyang quickly lay down and closed his eyes to sleep, and by the way, complained about the sleeping god next to him.