he is afraid, he pretends

The voice activated lights in the corridors have been hit and miss for a while.

Because the number of failures is not too many, no one has ever gone to the property to talk about it.

Probably affected by the heavy rain today, the voice-activated light was completely broken, and the light was not turned on even with the loud noise of the lightning strike.

Wen Siyuan stood in the dark corridor, looking at the door that had just closed in front of him, his face was full of thoughtfulness.

I don't know how long it has passed, but there is a little light in the crack of the door.

It should be Wu Luming who turned on the living room light.

Seeing this, Wen Siyuan entered the password again and opened the door that was opened just a few minutes ago.

The TV in the living room was still on, but the ghost movie had ended and it was time for commercials.

Wu Luming was not in the living room.

Wen Siyuan put on his slippers and walked a few steps in, only to find that the kitchen lights were on, and Wu Luming was standing in front of the refrigerator, most of his body was blocked by the refrigerator.

He stopped, and from a distance of about five or six meters, he looked at the young man with his hands on the refrigerator shaking from time to time.

Not long after, the young man took a step back and closed the refrigerator door, then he seemed to have noticed the figure in the living room, and turned to look into the living room.

The moment the two met their gazes, Wu Luming was obviously taken aback.

"Brother Yuan?" Wu Luming walked out of the kitchen slowly, holding a tomato in his left hand and noodles in his right, "Aren't you going to come back tomorrow afternoon? Why are you back now?"

Wen Siyuan didn't respond immediately, but looked at the person approaching in front of him.

Wu Luming's face seemed to be paler than usual, and his voice sounded a little weaker than usual.

Seeing this, he looked down at the thing Wu Luming was holding in his hand.

"The game went smoothly, so I came back early." After Wu Luming answered, he asked aloud, "Have you had dinner yet?"

Wu Luming nodded: "I accidentally slept for too long in the afternoon, and I didn't have any appetite when I woke up, so I put it off until now. Brother Yuan, have you eaten yet?"

"Ate."

"Then I won't be your part." Wu Luming said, shaking the things in his hands, and was about to go back to the kitchen, when suddenly he seemed to remember something, he stopped and looked at Wen Siyuan and asked, "By the way Brother Yuan, is there anything you can do for me this afternoon? I called you back when I woke up, but your phone was turned off."

"It's out of battery." Wen Siyuan took out his phone and explained slowly, "I came back in a hurry, and left the charger in the hotel in F City. It's nothing, except that you haven't responded to the message."

Hearing this, Wu Luming smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, I fell asleep in the afternoon, and my phone is always on silent mode during class, so I didn't hear the sound, then go and charge your phone first, I have to cook noodles quickly , a little hungry."

Wen Siyuan agreed.

After promising, he didn't leave immediately, but watched Wu Luming walk into the kitchen and start working, so he looked away and went back to the room.

When Wen Siyuan got home, it was past nine o'clock.

When he finished washing up in the bathroom, there were only twenty minutes left before ten o'clock.

At this time in the past, he should have felt sleepy long ago, but today he was exceptionally sober.

He wiped his dripping hair, walked slowly to the bed and sat down, with obvious confusion in his eyes.

Just as he brushed his hair absently for about 5 minutes and got up to get the hair dryer, there was a knock on the door.

Immediately after Wu Luming's very soft questioning voice came: "Brother Yuan, are you asleep?"

Wen Siyuan stopped his movements and was silent for a moment before responding: "No."

Wu Luming's voice sounded again quickly: "Then is it convenient for me to come in now?"

"can."

As soon as Wen Siyuan said yes, the door was quickly pushed open.

The next second, when he saw the appearance of the person who pushed the door, he froze for an instant.

Wu Luming was covered with a bath towel that could only cover important places.

He was flushed and dripping with dripping water, and his hair was lathered with visibly unwashed hair.

He rested one hand on his head and pressed the edge of the bath towel with the other. With a little embarrassment on his face, he asked Wen Siyuan aloud: "Is the water running out at home? I just took a shower in the middle, and the water Suddenly stopped."

Wen Siyuan heard the words, quickly reacted, turned and went into the bathroom of the bedroom.

The water in the bathroom is normal.

Wu Luming, who came in after him, saw this, and said, "Is the water still running? Then I'll go back and have a look."

Seeing that he was about to walk out of the bathroom, Wen Siyuan stopped him in time.

"You can wash here first, it is easy to catch a cold when walking back and forth, I will go over there to have a look."

Wu Luming didn't agree right away, but just at this moment, the foam from his hair dripped and slid near his eyes.

He quickly closed his eyes and had no choice but to say "yes" first.

Wen Siyuan told Wu Luming where the toiletries were, and then exited the bathroom and closed the door.

He came to the bathroom in the living room, checked it, and found that the shower in the bathroom did not produce water, including the faucet of the washbasin, and the water output was pitifully small.

For the time being, he couldn't find anything wrong, so he simply wrote down on the phone's calendar that he would contact the property tomorrow, then took Wu Luming's change of clothes and towels in the bathroom of the living room, and went back to the bedroom.

When I got back, there was the sound of running water in the bedroom bathroom.

After waiting for a long time, the sound of the water stopped. He put Wu Luming's clothes on the cabinet at the door, and reminded him: "I brought the clothes for you. They are on the cabinet next to the door. You will finish washing them in a while. Open the door a little." you can see."

In the bathroom, Wu Luming responded with "Okay".

Seeing this, Wen Siyuan went back to the bed and took a hair dryer to dry his hair.

Not long after he finished drying his hair, the bathroom door opened.

Wu Luming was wearing water-blue shorts and short sleeves, his whole body was red from the hot water, and he walked out of the bathroom with steam all over his body.

His hair was still dripping, and when he walked out and saw Wen Siyuan sitting by the bed, he thanked him again.

Wen Siyuan glanced at his dripping hair, and subconsciously fell on the hair dryer on the bedside table that hadn't been put away yet.

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it right away. After a while, the words he said became: "Go back and remember to dry your hair before going to bed."

Wu Luming nodded obediently.

After a moment of silence, seeing that Wen Siyuan didn't want to say anything else, he turned around and walked out.

As soon as he walked to the door, a loud thunder suddenly fell outside the window.

The sound of thunder made the whole house tremble, and Wu Luming's hand on the doorknob paused for an instant.

He stood at the door and did not open the door for a long time.

After a long time, he let go of his hand on the doorknob, turned around and looked at Wen Siyuan, with a shy smile on his face.

"Brother Yuan," he looked at the person who was sitting by the bed and lifted the quilt, "Can I still sleep with you tonight?"

Wen Siyuan paused, and looked at the young man standing at the door.

The young man looked well-behaved, looking at him with clean and clear eyes, with obvious apprehension in his eyes, waiting for his answer seriously.

"Did you forget to close the window in the room again?" he asked.

Wu Luming shook his head honestly: "Not this time."

Probably because of the shampoo getting into his eyes just now, Wu Luming's eye sockets are much redder than the surrounding skin, and it's easy to feel unbearable to stare at people.

Wen Siyuan watched, but subconsciously remembered the completely different young man he saw at the door just an hour ago.

He was obviously afraid of ghost movies, but he was able to watch the bloody scenes on TV with a blank expression.

A few days ago, I asked him to help me with the medicine because I was afraid of pain, but I was telling someone on the phone that breaking two ribs was not enough.

The last thunderstorm night was still in front of him, trembling with fright because of the sound of thunder, an hour ago facing the falling thunder, but he didn't even move a little.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would be hard for Wen Siyuan to believe that these two completely repulsive habits would appear in the same person.

So much so that he has not been able to come up with a reasonable explanation from just now to now.

Temporarily pressing the memory, he looked at the young man who was as quiet and obedient as a sheep in front of him, and asked in a strange way: "Is that afraid of thunder?"

Wu Luming blinked slowly, then shyly raised his hand to stroke his hair, and said, "Well, I'm afraid."

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Xiao Wen: To be honest, I am even more afraid now