[Bottle Evil] Sleepless

He took out the phone, threaded the end of the thread into the hole of the pendant, and said, "You are not married to me, so why are you embarrassing if you are godfather and godmother?"

Wu Xie said with a smile: "Which eye is embarrassed to see me?" He took out his mobile phone, slowed down, and put his head down to hang the pendant.After thinking for a while, he took out the plastic skylark, held the thread in one hand and hung the villain in the air, and turned the mobile phone to the camera interface with the other hand, pointed the camera at the small thing, and pressed the shooting button.The pendant was quickly stuffed back into the bag by him.With the phone still in his hand, he lowered his head to edit the photo into a text message, entered another sentence, selected the recipient Zhang Qiling, paused for a few seconds, and pressed send.

[The long-lost brother is in my hands, what do you plan to exchange? ]

Xiuxiu wanted to see it several times, but he withdrew his hand to avoid it. After he put away his phone, he asked, "Xie Yuchen?"

Wu Xie didn't respond, so he was regarded as acquiescing.

"Laughing like this, those who don't know think it's a girlfriend."

Wu Xie had one hand in his trouser bag, and he was still holding the phone in his palm.Hearing Xiuxiu's words, the corners of her mouth narrowed a bit, she raised her chin and looked at the side road, "Look this way?"

Xiuxiu turned her head and stretched her neck to look around. There was a crowd of people behind her, and the clouds and the shadow of the fat man couldn't be seen. Wu Xie knew that the fat man had tried everything possible to get rid of him and Xiuxiu, so she simply said: "Let's call on the phone later." , it’s too troublesome to wait.”

Xiuxiu took another look, then turned around and nodded at Wu Xie.The two turned into the side road together, this section was more lively, saw more cosplay, met several teams with a relatively high degree of restoration, Xiuxiu took out her mobile phone and took a lot of photos.Then I bought another figure and introduced it to Wu Xie as a character from Fate/Zero, the female version of King Arthur.Wu Xie talked to her without saying a word, the fingers holding the phone in the bag have not let go, the palms are sweaty, the greasy feeling is really bad, and the expected vibration has never come.

Probably busy.

This time it was negotiating a cooperation with an online game company. Jude Kao had a whim. He had never done this kind of project before, so he sent Zhang Qiling there. The content of the discussion seemed to be more complicated.

"Did Huo Ling tell you when to come back?"

The topic of Wu Xie came up a bit abruptly. Xiuxiu, who was describing some classic episodes of Fate/Zero to him, was slightly taken aback, and said, "Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, why?"

Wu Xie rubbed his nose and said, "Just ask, this cooperation has a lot to do with the editorial department."

Xiuxiu said: "I heard that Lao Qiu plans to organize a fan essay competition for that game?"

Wu Xie nodded: "A-Ning asked me to publish a short story on behalf of the editorial department."

Xiuxiu smiled openly, "Okay, I'll be the first reader."

Wu Xie nodded readily.

When Wu Xie went upstairs, he happened to meet a worker who was doing the renovation of the mop house and went downstairs after work.Fortunately, at the same time, I began to think about whether to go back to my parents' place tomorrow. I don't know when work will start tomorrow. I have to ruin the whole weekend due to the noise of the decoration.

As soon as the workers left, the corridor became quiet again, and the voice-activated lights went off one after another. Wu Xie stomped his foot indifferently when he stood in front of the house to take out the keys.Surprisingly, the sound of mobile phone vibration broke through the darkness together with the voice-activated lights.There was nothing else in the bag except the mobile phone, and the vibration sound was very small, but he could hear it very clearly, as if he had dog ears.

Inserting the key into the keyhole and pulling out the phone with one hand, although the sixth sense had already told who he was, the throbbing in his left chest got worse when he saw the caller ID.

The plastic pendant Sasuke shook slightly.

"Hey."

Turn the key, and the deadbolt jumps open with a "click".Pushing open the door and entering, at the same time, I heard a faint voice over there: "Are you home?"

Turning around and closing the door, "I just entered the door." I flicked the switch, and the room was instantly brightly lit.Bending down, he took out slippers from the shoe cabinet and changed them on. There was no talking there, so quiet that there was no slightest noise, as if someone had left suddenly, and he should have returned to the hotel room.Because it was Zhang Qiling, he would not doubt whether the person on the other side was still listening, and asked belatedly into the phone, "Eh? How did you know I was going out?"

Said over there: "Huo Ling said."

I almost forgot about Xiuxiu.Turn on the air conditioner and TV, lie down on the soft leather sofa, adjust the posture and pick up the remote control to turn down the TV sound, during which there was another short silence.Finally, Wu Xie asked, "Have you read the MMS?"

"Ah."

Wu Xie smiled: "Isn't it very similar?"

There was silence for a few seconds, the voice was a little low, but it had an indescribable taste: "What do you want?"

Wu Xie grabbed a pillow and pressed it on her stomach, she was stunned for a moment, her head tilted on the cushion, "What?"

Zhang Qiling said: "If you don't tell me, I'll just figure it out."

Monk Zhang Er was confused, and Zhang Qiling didn't explain. Wu Xie raised his head and thought for a long time before realizing that he was targeting the text message in the afternoon.The thing in his left chest seemed to have stopped beating. At that moment, he was not breathing—it was just a joke, but he actually took it seriously.

Zhang Qiling's gift - this is definitely a temptation for him.It's a lie to say that you don't want it, but how can he answer the sentence just now?Continue to refuse?Definitely regret it.Did not say?That undoubtedly implies that he "send it, send it away".It's hard for two people to be friends. Isn't it too annoying to ask for a gift like this?

Wu Xie didn't speak for a while, but Zhang Qiling was capable, just waiting quietly, without making a sound and without hanging up. In the end, it was Wu Xie who raised the white flag and opened his mouth to change the topic.

"If the negotiation with you is successful, I will have to write a short fan story. Is it miserable?"

Zhang Qiling immediately said: "Then you really have to write now."

In fact, it is not surprising, "The deal is over?"

"Ah."

"Then come back tomorrow?"

"Ah."

"What..." The words that slipped to his lips were swallowed in time, and Wu Xie smiled brightly, "Praise you on behalf of the company, and despise you on behalf of the individual."

There seemed to be a layer of laughter in the cold voice, "Do you really want to write?"

Like a pastel painting, it is elegant and unassuming, but it makes people fall into the whole picture involuntarily.As long as his smile is just a little bit, it can easily wrinkle the pool of spring water in Wu Xie's heart.

He raised the remote control and changed the channel. A Korean drama was broadcasting. The heroine was crying like pear blossoms and raining, throwing things like crazy, and arguing hysterically with the heroine, as if the world was about to end.Wu Xie quickly changed the channel again, and said to the mobile phone: "Why are you lying to me? Aning appointed it. Isn't Lao Qiu going to hold a theme essay competition for this game? Xie Yuchen also plans to write a novel."

Zhang Qiling said: "Take your time." After a short pause, he added, "You can."

Here Wu Xie was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled: "Encouraged by Director Zhang...the pressure is really great." Zhang Qiling didn't answer.Wu Xie said again: "Actually, what I originally wanted to be was a writer." Turning his gaze, he raised his head to stare at the ceiling, "I wanted to write about suspense, psychological warfare, etc., and I fantasized about breaking into the top five writers' wealth list."

Zhang Qiling said: "Why did you choose an editor again?"

Wu Xie said: "I can't write it well, I can't write well at all. Suspense is a test of logic, and the reader's psychology must be grasped. The rhythm and language are very demanding. I don't have that ability, and I can't do it if I don't accept my fate."

Zhang Qiling was quiet for a moment, Wu Xie thought he was cold again, but he suddenly said: "Your logic is not bad."

Wu Xie chuckled, "How do you know? Can you feel it when I speak?"

He actually said "hmm".

"Okay, you, how long have we known each other?" After saying this, he felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly corrected him, "No, I mean I just met...before..."

I'm running out of words.What word should be used to describe it best?

While hesitating, Zhang Qiling interrupted: "I have read the outline you wrote."

"This way..." blurted out the words, and was slightly startled, "Where did you meet?"

Zhang Qiling said: "Where is the blind man."

Wu Xie thought for a long time, then slapped his head: "Damn this bastard came into my program to get things again!" In the mobile hard disk, there was always an outline written in college. It was suspenseful, and it was discarded after writing tens of thousands of words.In fact, I not only wrote this outline when I was in college, but deleted the others. I am relatively satisfied with keeping this one. In fact, I have not completely given up on writing. This outline is a way out for myself.In fact, from the bottom of my heart, I hope that one day I will be able to show passion and finish writing that story.The hard disk also often stores work documents, and it is also common to plug it into the office computer. Presumably, it was turned over by the black glasses monitoring program and copied away.

Thinking about it, he said to Zhang Qiling: "No, little brother, you really have to take care of it. The fat man is right, the blind man is disorganized and undisciplined!"

Zhang Qiling said: "It's really wrong to take porn."

Wu Xie: "...some strange topic got mixed in."

Zhang Qiling smiled: "If you mind, I won't let him access your computer in the future."

Unexpectedly, Zhang Qiling would be able to make a small fuss so soon, Wu Xie was a little flattered: "Resist supervision?"

Zhang Qiling said: "I will take care of you."

Wu Xie suddenly felt his ears burn.

Obviously knowing that there is ambiguity in these words, but Zhang Qiling didn't mean that.It's just that his computer will be supervised by him alone in the future, but he still can't control himself and can't help thinking wildly.If two people are facing each other at this moment, I really want to step up to him and hug him.

Unfortunately, there is no such thing.

Suddenly remembered what Xie Yuchen said when he was chasing a certain girl before: Wu Xie, you just care too much.

Too much care about the other party's thoughts, too much care about the ending of the story.So often prefer to choose superficial indifference.

The next day, I did not sleep well when I returned to the cage, and was woken up by the sound of the electric drill upstairs.Wu Xie