[Bottle Evil] Sleepless

Qi Ling is inside, the person is probably already asleep, and the desk lamp is still left for him.Wu Xie's heartbeat gradually stabilized, she closed the door softly, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Recently, I don't bother to wear bathrobes, and a pair of underwear runs all over the house.After taking a shower, Wu Xie went back to the bedroom with her upper body naked as usual, and closed the door. Zhang Qiling was probably already fast asleep, sleeping on his side, with the thin blanket pulled up to his waist, without taking off his vest.The faint light from the desk lamp shone on the quiet sleeping face, and the hard facial features became soft after being feathered.Wu Xie stepped lightly, touched it like a thief, bent down and kissed it.Suddenly regaining consciousness, he glanced over the bedside table, but the diary was nowhere to be seen.I also searched the floor lightly, and half a piece of paper was gone.Maybe in his study?Immediately gave up the idea of ​​looking for it in the past.He hasn't turned over Zhang Qiling's bookshelf and desk without authorization.The two of them still have certainty in their hearts, no matter how much they like each other, they still have to leave some private space for each other.Today is entirely his own doing.

He walked back to Zhang Qiling again, and was about to turn off the desk lamp, when his eyes flicked across his face again, he suddenly paused, and the movements of his hands also stopped—under the pillow?Haven't seen the love part yet?Take it back now, if you prevaricate any reason tomorrow, Zhang Qiling won't fart.

So, just do it?

He squatted down, stretched out his hand cautiously, got under the pillow, kept his palm as flat as possible, and moved slowly like a snail crawling.Blood poured out of his body, he was more nervous than stealing a suit from his father's room when he was a child.Half of his palm went in, but he couldn't touch anything. He frowned, took a look at Zhang Qiling, and touched deeper.

No.

After thinking for a long time, he had no choice but to withdraw his hand, but only halfway back, his hand was caught, his heart skipped a beat, looking down, Zhang Qiling's eyes were wide open, his eyes were very clear, there was no sleepiness.A burst of fire rushed to the top of his head, trying to free his hand, but his wrist seemed to be in shackles, and he could only retreat with his body unless he chopped off his hand.She had no choice but to give up, let him hold her back, met his gaze, and said for a long time, "Didn't sleep?"

No reply.

expected.Wu Xie pursed her lips, and said again: "I took the diary and thought you were asleep."

Zhang Qiling stared at him for a long time, let go of his hand, and said, "Throw it away."

Wu Xie was taken aback, "Throw it away?"

Zhang Qiling closed his eyes.Play dead again.Wu Xie stared at him for a long time, stood up, turned off the desk lamp, turned off the air conditioner, walked around to the other side, and went to bed.The bed is very wide, the edges of the back-to-back beds do not touch at all, and the same booth is still built, with an empty space in the middle, which makes me feel very uncomfortable.Wu Xie didn't sleep well all night, and didn't put her legs on Zhang Qiling's waist until dawn.

Once Wu Xie doesn't speak, the life of the two of them will be no different from a silent movie.No communication, but at least there is a tacit understanding. I won't go home for dinner without saying hello, and I will take turns going to the supermarket when the refrigerator is empty.In the evening, I read books and surf the Internet in the study rooms of each nest, and then went back to the bedroom and turned off the lights to sleep.Wu Xie didn't sleep well for several nights in a row, and she didn't dare to sleep soundly, for fear that she would post it to Zhang Qiling again in the morning.After persisting for three nights, on the fourth day, I finally couldn't bear the firm feeling behind my back, shrank back, and slept in the middle of the bed, close to Zhang Qiling's back, without leaning over.

"Are you asleep?" He asked tentatively.

Really got an answer.

Wu Xie paused for a while, and said: "You are really enough, who hasn't had a little past? What happened more than ten years ago, don't let me think that you are wrong, can you?"

Zhang Qiling didn't speak.

Wu Xie said again: "What do you want from me? Tear up all the things from high school, and pretend that those three years never existed at all?" There was another silence, Wu Xie lifted the quilt, got out of bed and put on slippers, stood up and Before he took two steps, he heard Zhang Qiling get out of bed too.He went to open the door first, before he had time to ask, he heard him say: "I'll go over, you sleep here."

Like an old sieve that has been clogged with sundries over the years, Wu Xie couldn't speak a word.He can see through everything he thinks at a glance—it can’t be said that he sees through it. If this is the case, how can he be so "considerate" that he will take the initiative to go there for him?At least people should be kept, right?He is the best at this, not being warm, slapping him in the most gentle form, putting him on a high place, unable to find a way down.

With a creak, the door opened and closed again, and everything else cracked open.

Sleeping alone, you don't have to worry about waking up in the morning and sticking to Zhang Qiling's body, you won't be able to get off the stage, or you won't be able to sleep well.The bed was too big, like a wasteland, no grass grew.

It lasted about a week.Zhang Qiling went out to socialize, but still sent a text message on time, but Wu Xie didn't reply.Just buy some fast food for dinner and you'll be fine.I went into the study and wrote the manuscript before it got dark. I finished half of it last week and sent it to Lao Xie. I received a reply yesterday, saying that it would be no problem to pass the final review. His colleagues are also very optimistic, and I will submit it after finishing writing Final review.He sent back what he had written in the past two days, and when he went online today, he was sprayed in a mess. Lao Tichi never talked to him in a roundabout way, and his opinion was just two words: rewrite.

Wu Xie also had a bottom line in his heart, so he simply and neatly deleted it immediately.I can't write for the past two days, so I can only take a break temporarily.After turning off the WORD interface, he turned on PPTV to flip through movies, intending to watch two casually before falling asleep.It’s a comedy, and American humor has always been in line with his jokes. After watching it for more than an hour, I feel much better. I don’t have the habit of listening to the ending song. When it rang, I thought it was Xie Yuchen's appointment for another event, and quickly typed a draft of rejection in my mind, but I turned it out and saw it was black glasses.He stared at the phone for a few seconds before answering.

"Little third master?"

There was a mess over there, and the black glasses kept his voice down.Wu Xie responded.The black glasses asked again: "Are you free now?"

Wu Xie said, "At home."

Black glasses said: "I'll give you the address, just now, you come to pick up the mute? I can't leave."

Wu Xie was taken aback, immediately closed the window, moved the mouse to the lower left corner to shut down, and said, "He didn't drive?"

Black glasses said: "Drink too much, I can only call a taxi."

Wu Xie stood up and touched the waistband of his trousers, but there was no key.I've been dazed for the past two days, and I don't know where to put it.When you get home, it seems that you have entered the study room and turned on the computer?There were books in a mess on the table, and I was agitated for a while, I rummaged through it, and I didn’t care if I dropped a few books on the ground, but that’s how I looked for things, the more anxious I was, the more I couldn’t find them, and I thought of Zhang Qiling’s drunken appearance over there, so I grabbed a few books. Ben threw it to the ground. With a "click", the book hit the ground first, and the impact was so loud that the black glasses probably heard it, and asked what was wrong, but Wu Xie ignored him—right under the book he just threw away, he saw the diary.

My heart skipped a beat.

When did you put it back?

There was a buzzing in my head, and I heard the black glasses say vaguely: "Hey, don't get angry. Today I want to help the dumb man. He never drinks much. Today, the women in the advertising agency are too fucking good to drink." , Whole a wine jar, just bite him to drink it. He has been in a bad mood these two days, and I blocked him for my good intentions. "

Wu Xie finally pulled his attention away from the diary. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the key, which was behind the notebook. The book was too open to block it.He picked it up and hung it on his waist, and walked out while saying: "I'm coming, don't come out to let him blow the air, the rain just stopped, it's a bit cold."

The black glasses smiled and said, "Okay, call me when you arrive."

Wu Xie took the coat from the sofa, unscrewed the door and went out, closed the door, and was about to tell Black Glasses that it was time to hang up, when he stopped him suddenly and said, "I'll starve to death sooner or later with Old Qiu. Do you think about changing jobs?"

Wu Xie was taken aback for a moment, and said, "What slot are you jumping into?"

The black glasses said: "The mute and I have been discussing for the past few days...didn't tell you?"

Wu Xie was stabbed in the heart.

After not getting a reply for a long time, the black glasses said again: "Our server aging is not a matter of a day or two, and you all know it. We were tortured to death on May [-]st, exhausted, and we were slobbered all over the forum. Originally, it was the server that accounted for the majority of the reasons. There have been a lot of small problems these days, and you have responded one by one. Just this Monday, the mute mentioned to Lao Qiu about replacing the server, but the old man was clueless and refused to agree. Dumb It was sprayed quite badly, and it was said that it was mainly our problem."

Wu Xie didn't speak.

Monday is the day to look through the diary.

Walking downstairs, before hanging up, the black glasses added another sentence: "Save a little money, and you will lose a lot of money if you lose traffic in the future."

He couldn't care about money anymore, his mind was full of Zhang Qiling.

Stuffing Zhang Qiling into the back seat of the rental, Wu Xie thanked the black glasses, but was laughed at by the latter—she really became a wife-to-be.Without giving Wu Xie a chance to explode, he slipped away after throwing the words, Zhang Qiling withdrew, and he had to go back for a while.After telling the driver the address, Wu Xie closed the car door.Zhang Qiling sat next to the other side, but he didn't move past.The black glasses said that what should be vomited has already been vomited dry.Seeing that he didn't look too uncomfortable now, Wu Xie felt relieved.It is said that ordinary people who don't talk much drink a lot of errands, Zhang Qiling is an exception, the car ran two intersections and didn't hear him say a word.Staring out of the window all the time, eyes nailed to the glass window like an octopus.Wu Xie simply looked at him. Tired of staring at him, he moved his gaze away a little. This was a big gain. When he turned his gaze to the rearview mirror, he happened to catch Zhang Qiling peeking over.Wu Xie stared at it, but he moved away again and continued to look out the window.After all, drunk, isn't it exactly the same as usual?Wu Xie became interested, and pretended to look away, staring at the rearview mirror and waiting for the rabbit. Unlike the farmer in the Song Dynasty, he met a drunk stupid rabbit. After a while, the big rabbit's eyes drifted over again. , Let Wu Xie catch him again, and then get out of the way as if nothing had happened.Such a cycle, is it caught?