[Bottle Evil] Sleepless

Yes, glimpses of his sharpened jaw, his indifferent eyes.

Zhang Qiling suddenly stopped the car, next to the sidewalk, next to a Shaanxi steamed bun restaurant.It is a very old shop, the paint on the plaque has faded, the reddish brown is turned white, and there is only one shop, but the business looks very good, and it is almost full from the outside.

Without getting off the car immediately, Zhang Qiling turned to him and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Wu Xie glanced out the window, then turned to look at him, shook his head, then frowned, and nodded again.

Zhang Qiling asked again: "Hungry or not?"

Wu Xie grinned, reached out to untie the seat belt and nodded twice, saying: "I only have one piece of cake since I got off work—I haven't finished it yet. I'm sorry my mother fed me so high if I'm not hungry."

In fact, I don't like to eat steamed buns.

The first thing you do when you wake up is touch your phone.

The curtains were not open, and the bedroom was gray, but because it was placed next to the pillow, he immediately held the phone in his hand.Fluorescence drew a light path in the dark space, illuminating the faint dark circles around his eye sockets.There are unread messages, and the earliest one was sent at 1:12 am.

[Won't. ]

The latter one was half an hour apart, at 1:45 in the morning.

[Sleeping? ]

And then no more.

...in fact he actually fell asleep.

Exit the text message interface, look at the time on the desktop, 6:51, Saturday.Terrible biological clock, even if the alarm is turned off, I still wake up at this point.After thinking about it, he called it back to the inbox, staring at the series of "Zhang Qiling", a smile couldn't stop coming to his lips.Pressed the reply button, quickly typed a string of words and pressed send.

[Grandma's, fell asleep without paying attention QAQ]

When I was studying, I liked to get under the quilt to send text messages before going to bed, to answer messages with my eyelids open, and to fall asleep while waiting.The bad habit has continued until now, and I can't change it even if I want to.Of course, there are fewer people who accompany him to send bedtime messages now.

In fact, this step has been completely unexpected.

After eating steamed buns together that day, the two returned to the relationship where they met and nodded at the company. Xiuxiu's computer had no problems again, and the fat man was incapable of inviting Zhang Qiling to help him study the prevention measures for pornography.What I'm most afraid of is nothing more than this. If we talk about contact, there are some, but they are too few to be worth mentioning.Like a silk thinner than a hair, one end is entangled with him, and the other end is connected with Zhang Qiling.If the two of them maintain it carefully, the thread will naturally not break, but it will be hard to detect with the naked eye; if someone takes a step or two, the sound will not be heard, and it will break.He didn't know where Zhang Qiling was going, so he didn't dare to act rashly, before he took a step, he could only circle around in place.But as long as he moves, he takes a step, and he takes a step.

After guarding the fragile thread for two weeks, Zhang Qiling went on a business trip with Huo Ling.

It's not that they haven't heard the rumors about them, and they have been booed, but the past is the past, and the present is the present.It's different now.The fact that I haven't slept well for three days in a row is the best proof.Their minds were filled with ideas about their time in Shanghai, they blocked each other's drinks at the dinner, they walked together on the Bund... Unknowingly, they smoked several more cigarettes than usual every day, and when they came back to their senses, they looked at each other with the ashtray.

Wu Xie felt that Zhang Qiling would force him to become a pervert sooner or later if he continued like this.Finally, on the fourth day—that is, last night, at a few minutes before midnight, he sent a message to the contact in the phone who had only dialed once and was still in the hands of Yun Cai.

[have you slept? ]

He felt guilty for sending out these three simple words.And the other party really made him feel guilty for a long time, and he didn't come back until more than ten minutes later.

[Um. ]

Wu Xie almost had blue veins on his forehead. [Can I go back after sleeping?Sleepwalking you. ]

[Slept, not asleep. ]

The reply was quick this time.

Zhang Qiling has a talent for telling bad jokes.

Wu Xie laughed dryly at the phone, and suddenly remembered something.Quickly clicked a few more times on the screen: [Know who I am? ]

With his personality, he wouldn't bother with unfamiliar numbers, right?Wrapped in a quilt, Wu Xie sat up from the bed and stared at the screen until the new text message popped up again.

[Um. ]

There was a "thud" in my heart, but Wu Xie's eyes widened. [First statement, not clouds! ]

[Um. ]

[What does "um" mean? ]

[Know. ]

[what with what? >Dish<]

[You are Wu Xie. ]

With a muffled sound, Wu Xie fell back on the bed with the phone, hit the pillow with his head and covered it with the quilt.I don't know how long it took, but when I felt like I was about to suffocate, I touched the phone again, entered and deleted, deleted and entered, repeated several times before confirming the sending.

[... When did you know? ]

The other party replied very quickly.

[early. ]

[How early is it? ]

[Before a woman dials to confess. ]

[… TAT]

I wanted him to guess who he was.This brings up the matter of playing tricks on him that night, so it's better not to talk about it.Just replying to the expression, I thought Zhang Qiling's character would not reply.Unexpectedly, within a few tens of seconds, the screen turned on again.

[The blind man saved it, he often loses his phone. ]

Zhang Qiling took the initiative to explain.At that moment, Wu Xie was indeed excited.But my heart seemed to be stabbed, and I couldn't tell where the needle was.Rubbing her hair, she went back: [The thing about Yun Cai... is just the confession that day, it's just a game.Are you angry? ]

Then he fell asleep.

Then there is the matter of waking up, the two items I just saw.

Half an hour apart, could it be that...they just stood there waiting for a reply for half an hour?

Before Wu Xie could come up with an answer, the phone screen lit up.

[Saturday.Don't sleep late? ]

By the time he opened the new information, he had already sat up from the bed, and pulled out a pillow to cushion his back.With one hand propped on the bed sheet, the other held the phone.

[Biological clock, wake up at the right time, it's like a bitch... Are you still busy today? ]

At the end there was a sentence "when will you come back", but it was deleted after typing halfway.

[Go out at 07:30, the matter is not finished yet. ]

Reply is still very fast.

Wu Xie replied again: [Not going well? ]

He replied: [It's okay, the process is cumbersome. ]

That means there will be a few days of delay.

I really want to ask more questions, just like facing Fatty and Xie Yuchen, I can open up and talk about any topic of work, life and relationship, and laugh happily.But because of the difference, this person will never be the same as the fat man Xie Yuchen, so he can only ask this question now.One should always be self-aware.

After staring at the text message editing interface and thinking for a long time, I started typing again.

[No, it’s too early, I’ll go back to sleep.Work hard, Mr. Zhang. ]

This time I waited about 10 minutes before seeing the new message prompt.

[Um.sleep well. ]

Getting back under the covers again, still holding the phone in his hand, he stared at the screen and suddenly smiled.Something fermented in the gray bedroom, overflowing with a faint mellow fragrance, wrapping him like a silkworm chrysalis.

His place happened to be by the window.Beside her is a woman with a child, wrapped in a leather coat, with wire curly hair dyed dark orange, with a Sichuan accent, teaching her daughter to read from a picture book.He kept staring at the scenery outside the window, and occasionally heard a few words of Mandarin with a strong dialect flavor. He remembered a roommate from Sichuan in college, and couldn't help smiling.

The mood is as good as the weather, and for some reason, I can laugh no matter what I see.Time passed so fast, almost in the blink of an eye, he heard the announcement that the plane was about to land from the speaker, and an inexplicable joy flooded his chest. The small backpack strode out of the cabin following the flow of people.

Hearing the people around me talking about Shanghai, I also subconsciously began to recognize that I have arrived in Shanghai now.After walking for a while, I saw the tall figure almost immediately after entering the hall, still in the light blue hoodie, swampy black eyes, and refreshing short dark black hair.Their eyes quickly met, and then saw a trace of tenderness in his eyes.

His heart beat wildly, and he subconsciously believed that the person he picked up was himself.The pace under his feet quickened a little, and he soon arrived in front of him, and the luggage in his hand was immediately picked up.

"Didn't you waste your time? Actually, you don't need to come here." Walking side by side to the gate with him, he said polite words against his will.

Zhang Qiling only said: "It's fine this afternoon."

He scratched his head and said with a smile: "There is a woman sitting next to her, who has been taking the child to read comics. Then she suddenly said something to the child, you know?" Zhang Qiling turned to look at him, and he continued, "'A woman's ability is not How much money do you make, but how much money you can get a man to be devoted to you'! You are only six or seven years old, boy, how can you say such things to a seven or eight-year-old child? I want to laugh but don't Sorry, I almost suffocated."

Zhang Qiling raised his eyebrows slightly.Wu Xie said again: "Then I still laughed."

"Then?"

"Then I'll pretend to be asleep." Wu Xie shrugged, and said with emotion, "If all the mothers in the world teach their daughters like this, I don't think my mother will ever try to make me go on a blind date. Which woman can fall in love with me like this? A little salary?"

There seemed to be a smile in Zhang Qiling's eyes, but he didn't speak.Wu Xie was excited like a child who was praised by the teacher in kindergarten, and Zhang Qiling's smile was like a candy given to the child by the teacher, which made him unable to help but start looking for interesting topics again.I can't wait to turn myself into a fruit juice machine. Zhang Qiling is an apple, and when he presses the switch, his laughter and words can be squeezed out like juice.

But before the next sentence came out, a slim figure came into view.Those clear eyes first glanced at Zhang Qiling, and then looked at him.

"Or yesterday? Wu Xiexi doesn't like Jiang