[Bottle Evil] Sleepless

Seeing Li Cu's expression, he swallowed his words again.Li Cu spoke up by himself: "My dad is on a business trip, so these two days are considered overtime."

What a coincidence, my man also works overtime.Wu Xie thought.

When they arrived at the hotel, Wu Xie took a shower, watched a movie on the tablet, and checked the time. It was almost ten o'clock.Guessing whether this would disturb Zhang Qiling's work, he took the phone from the bedside table and sent a text message.

[Busy? ]

It took over ten minutes to get a reply. [Just got home. ] So I was driving just now.

Wu Xie went back. [Not yet?Continue tomorrow? ]

Zhang Qiling replied: [The server is aging, and all the problems have come out]

[Then you will have dinner at the company tomorrow?I’ll do it when I come back] It’s not too early for him to get home, but he should be earlier than Zhang Qiling.

Just after typing, before sending it out, another new text message popped up.Or Zhang Qiling.

[I will pick you up tomorrow and eat outside]

Wu Xie deleted the original typed words and re-wrote: [No need to pick up, where to eat?Just wait there]

Zhang Qiling replied: [You decide]

Wu Xie thought about it, and sent an address.Wu Xie suddenly wanted to eat a small hot pot.Of course, I also asked Zhang Qiling for his opinion, and the other party replied very concisely, one word, yes - he can say anything.It's like setting up an automatic reply, no matter the speed or the content.

Wu Xie was fed up by this word.

Turning on the light, the quilt was pulled up to the waist casually, tossing and turning unable to fall asleep, his mind was full of Zhang Qiling taking a shower naked - he was probably taking a shower now.The dark eyeballs are steaming in the white heat, the fair skin is a little red, the arms are raised, and shampoo is applied to the hair, the muscles on the upper arms are stretched and tense, and the foam flows along the hair , back of the ear, slid down the back of the neck, and landed on the unicorn tattoo—on fire from the left shoulder to the chest, leaping out from the camera to swallow him—and down the broad and strong shoulders, forking into two branches, A stream penetrated the wet armpit hair, and a stream flowed over the hard pectoral muscles, sticking to the nipple.

Wu Xie licked his lips.

He cursed in a low voice, turned over again, and pressed down his upper eyelids tightly.Count sheep, said a voice in my heart.He pulled the quilt up a little, under the armpits, arched his body, and burrowed his head into the quilt, like a boiled shrimp.

One, two, three...

Fuck Zhang Qiling.

Four, five, six...

Twelve, thirteen...

45, 46...

57, 58, 59...

No. 60 jumps over from his mind with Zhang Lingguang's body.Wu Xie stopped, not daring to count any more. This was a slow suicide——subconsciously touched his lower abdomen.He is hard.

Another "Fuck" slipped out of his throat, hoarse.

He still reached out to touch the phone.He dug out the latest text message, edited the number, and dialed it.There is no CRBT, and the monotonous beep sound is like a series of small dots, not uniform, like a masterpiece of a ticking timer. The distance between two dots is getting wider and wider, and finally it becomes a hurdling trapeze, running wildly into the invisible depths of the night .Wu Xie suddenly hoped that the electricity was off, or the note was broken—anyway, something suddenly jumped out to stop Xiao Dian from running madly.

But still can't press hang up.

The beep was cut off, replaced by a silent air—a slight, whizzing noise.Wu Xie opened the cuff of his underwear with one hand, and held the penis. It was already stiff, and his veins were bulging. He couldn't help scratching it with his fingertips.It was like playing with fire, a sigh of relief slipped out and got into the phone.

The other side was quiet for a few seconds before tentatively asking, "Haven't slept yet?"

He responded, and said it well, but he blurted out panting.Wu Xie tightened his grip on the gun.The nudity in the head is enough - plus the sound, it's too three-dimensional.Almost immediately hung up.Then he turned over, ignored the bell that rang immediately, covered the foreskin with his hand, and scratched it down, quickly scratching the mouth of the bell with his fingertips—the nails are short, but enough to induce an electric current to run all over his body, making him tremble for a moment.The palms of the hands felt the tendons bulging even more violently, and they pulsated in response to the rhythm of the heart in the left chest.

The uninterrupted ringing was like fragmentary and ferocious kisses, aimed at him.He started to move at a faster speed, his chest heaved more and more, and his breathing became more and more disordered. Finally, his fingers sprinted on the stem, his body tensed suddenly, and a puff of mucus came out at once. After a pause for a few seconds, there were two more It gushes out, and the palms are soaked.The barrel of the gun, which was full of energy, finally gradually softened, and he buried his head deeply in the bed, so stuffy that he almost suffocated, but he still didn't want to get out.He breathed heavily with his mouth half open, as if he was drowning and had just been scooped up.

The bell stopped.After a while of silence, the text message alert sounded once.Wu Xie lay there with eyes closed for a few minutes before lifting the quilt from her head, grabbing the phone, and holding it up to read the messages.

[KY is in the inner layer of your backpack, I forgot to put it away. ]

Just as Wu Xie's face cooled down, his ears burned again.

16

After many years, Wu Xie examined his suspense novel manuscript from an editor's objective perspective for the first time under the premise of stripping away his inferiority complex.The problems are numerous, but not impossible to solve.First of all, call out the outline, make a lot of revisions, and go to the smoking room three times during the period.Fortunately, the list and accumulated contracts have been processed on the first day of vacation, and there are only some trivial matters left. It is not difficult to open Word to do some private things.

He has no shortage of theoretical methods, and usually gives enough lessons to authors.If you don't have basic skills, you won't do this job.But practice is another matter—so, Xie Yuchen still has to be regarded as half a master.

In the afternoon, I sent the outline and the rewritten article to Xie Yuchen's mailbox. Xie Yuchen was driving and said he would read it when he got home.The joke was almost the same as the day before——Wu Xie took the initiative to contact, saying that he wanted to rewrite the suspenseful pit in his sophomore year. Speaking of it, Xie Yuchen and Lao Itch were the only readers——in black glasses, he used a very disgraceful way Before sharing it with Zhang Qiling.At that time, after hearing Wu Xie finish speaking, Xie Yuchen was speechless on the other end of the phone for a long time. Under Wu Xie's urging, he suddenly said: "Your horoscope is out of order, is there a shortage of books?"

Popular novels inevitably follow stereotyped routines.The classic writing method of reasoning and suspense has been written badly over and over again. No matter whether everyone is small or continues to follow, the editor's guidance still can't get out of that way.Wu Xie didn't intend to be unconventional either—under the premise of lack of experience, he was undoubtedly seeking his own death.But I want to write my own things under the routine.This is the sore point of his previous writing - he mixed too many other people's things, regardless of whether it is suitable or not, the strong combination looks nondescript.

According to the formula, but also to break through the shackles of the formula - to embed Wu Xie's soul into the text, this is the final effect he pursues.Thanks to the busyness of Zhang Qiling these two days, he had enough time to rethink writing.This question has been thrown away by him for many years.In the past, I had a sense of powerlessness towards my own works, but I kept ignoring my understanding, and just let it go.Then I became an editor, giving lessons to authors over and over again, but never thought of a way for myself.

Received an email from Xie Yuchen before leaving get off work.The revised outline is not bad - Xie Yuchen will not be extra polite.I probably saw that he was really motivated, so I asked him to go to Xie Lianhuan's company to find him. There were several materials for criminal psychology analysis, which he collected and sorted out.

I sent a text message to Zhang Qiling and received a reply soon.He probably also worked overtime for more than an hour.Wu Xie counted the time, volunteered to buy fast food to go home, and stopped by to buy something to fill the refrigerator—it was empty, and there was no beer.I stayed up late last night to write a manuscript, and went to the refrigerator to find only half a bottle of pure milk. I wish I could dig Zhang Qiling out of the bed and stare at the refrigerator with him.

Xie Yuchen is the deputy director of the personnel department in his uncle's company.Xie Lianhuan had no heirs, so he was raised as his own son.Xie Yuchen is also competitive, well-connected, slick, and good at using people.But it's not treating him badly if he still has a deputy post.Half of his mind is on writing, he doesn't go to the office often, and he arranges entertainments, and the prince is full of airs.It was very rare to ask Wu Xie to find him in the office, and he probably ran into something busy.Wu Xie took the materials and stayed to drink tea, this time without invitation—the day after tomorrow is May [-]th.Of course he remembered the license plate.From the end of April until now, I have been planning in my heart, but I still can't make up my mind.In this regard, Xie Yuchen is a strong player. If he were to talk about a girlfriend in the past, he would definitely ask him for advice. Now there is a wall.

Xie Yuchen was not in a hurry, and sat on the single sofa next to him playing Tetris, chatting from the taste of this tube of Tieguanyin to the idea of ​​the novel. After more than 20 minutes passed, Wu Xie put down his teacup, picked up the information on the coffee table and said goodbye.

Still can't mention it.

The elevator gives people a feeling of suffocation, it is too narrow - the door is closed tightly, completely separated from the outside world, and the emotions are all their own business.If the power cuts off suddenly, the oxygen is getting less and less, and I can’t even tell Xie Yuchen before I die of suffocation—it’s so uncomfortable, I’m going to die.This can't help but remind him of Zhang Qiling, the words he said to him in that strange city, on the dimly lit street.This is the feeling that Zhang Qiling has endured for nearly 30 years.

I ran into a familiar face head-on at the gate of the office building.The two stopped at the same time, their eyes met, and finally they laughed together.In the end, Li Cu first opened his mouth to say hello, and called him "Wu Xie" directly. He knew his name when he remitted the money. At that time, the situation forced him to call him by his first name. Now his essence has been fully exposed.But it also went according to Wu Xie's wishes. It was awkward to be called brother, especially for a rebellious boy like Li Cuo.

Wu Xie nodded, and said casually, "Just after school?"

"That's right, the school has to take two buses to get here, and the old man is playing with me." Li Cu