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The night after the snow was extremely cold, Chu Zhesong stood on the edge of the artificial lake in the school, took out his cigarette case, took out a cigarette, and lit the fire deftly.After taking a puff, the smoke curled up, Chu Zhesong pinched the bridge of his nose, his fingers exposed to the air were a little numb from the cold, maybe it was the effect of the tobacco, anyway he felt inexplicably happy.

The phone in his pocket buzzed, Chu Zhesong threw the cigarette butt into the trash can, and turned on the phone screen: "Hello, hello."

"Hello." A middle-aged male voice said, "I'm Zhang Qiang, are you the boy who came to see me that day?"

Chu Zhesong froze for a moment, then said, "Yes."

"I can apologize publicly, but I have one condition." Zhang Qiang said, "I want you to come and take pictures, put them on the Internet, and help my son find a suitable kidney source."

"What if you can't find it?" Chu Zhesong asked.

"I can find it." Zhang Qiang said stubbornly, "China is so big, how can I not find it." He refused the negative option, "I will definitely find it."

Chu Zhesong's calmed down emotions made waves again, and he walked back and forth anxiously pinching the cigarette case, and said, "I'll take pictures next week."

"Tomorrow afternoon, I will wait for you at the gate of the hospital." Zhang Qiang said, "Longlong won't last until next week."

For children who will not last until the next week, even if a kidney source is found, the hope of surviving is still slim.If a year ago, he would not consider other people's feelings when he spoke, he would take viciousness as frankness, but now he is standing by the lake, the cold wind is blowing, and he said: "I'm buying a plane ticket now, see you tomorrow."

Ke Yici grabbed Wen Ling's wrist in desperation, and said, "That's it?"

Wen Ling looked at him blankly: "Huh?"

"You can't, you can't just kiss!" Ke Yici couldn't get up and down his chest. He could find excuses to comfort himself. Wen Ling's first initiative was probing, and the second initiative was ambiguous.According to this snail-like process, he will receive a pension when the two of them cultivate to a positive result.

Wen Ling looked at Ke Yici with a smile. He didn't want to explain his petty thoughts, and enjoyed Ke Yici's jumping performance scratching his ears and cheeks.

"Did I offend you somewhere?" Ke Yici asked inquiringly, "Or are you playing with me as a spare tire?"

Wen Ling took Ke Yici's hand, lowered her head and kissed the back of the hand.

Ke Yici was in a daze for a moment and burst into words: "My brother's fish pond can only support me."

Wen Ling was amused by him, and he gestured [You are so busy with work now, you have time to come and play with me, where did you go before? 】

A pot of cold water poured out the rising ambiguity, and Ke Yici woke up suddenly. He closed his mouth and turned into a stuffy gourd.Chatting gags, he could completely lose face to make the children happy, but he didn't want to tell Wen Ling about the way he was licking his wounds immersed in self-loathing during the two years of absence.

His depression is not as easy as he said, and his insomnia is just an appearance. He often falls into the pit of nihilism and repeatedly struggles with whether life is meaningful.

Life is ouroboros, from birth to death, in a cycle, and he tries to keep himself busy and find something to do for his overactive brain.

The frequent contact with Wen Ling in the past six months has greatly reduced the time he spends alone, and he no longer thinks about it. Even his insomnia is taken care of by Wen Ling.He gradually walked out of the shadow of depression. The past is best buried in the past. When he wakes up, he is still the omnipotent Ke Yici.

Wen Ling didn't want to let Ke Yici go so easily. Since the other party felt that it was not the time to be honest, he delayed until Ke Yici had to be honest.

"Let's stop talking about this. Do you want to watch a movie?" Ke Yici changed the subject abruptly. He turned on his phone and clicked on the ticket purchase page. The brave man asked with the courage to cut his wrists, "Do you want to see it?"

Wen Ling thought for a while, violated the setting of empathy, nodded and said: "Yes."

Instead, Ke Yici breathed a sigh of relief, let's see, it's better to be scared to death than to lose face.

The movie theater was full of people, perhaps because of the first snowfall today, affectionate couples stood arm in arm at the front desk of the movie theater to choose the movie they wanted.Ke Yici bought two cups of Coke and a bucket of popcorn, handed Wen Ling a cup of Coke, and swiped his ticket to enter.

"The background of the Republic of China." Ke Yici said, "Have you seen domestic horror movies?"

"No." Wen Ling said, he chewed the popcorn and made a crunching sound.

The first half of the film can be called a passing standard, with funny and horror interspersed, and the second half of the plot is so free that Ke Yici, who is afraid of ghosts, can't stand it.He tilted his head to observe Wen Ling's expression. Wen Ling's eyes were half closed, and then opened suddenly, trying to read on.

"Do you remember the name of the protagonist?" Ke Yici asked in a low voice.

Wen Ling tried hard to remember, but after a while, he shook his head giving up.

"I want to eat mango panji." Ke Yici leaned into Wen Ling's ear and whispered, "Let's go out."

Wen Ling stood up, followed Ke Yici out of the theater, and Ke Yici sighed, "This is the worst movie I've seen recently."

[I don't understand. 】Wen Ling frowned, and he gestured 【Why does the protagonist suddenly show kindness and suddenly lose his conscience, like schizophrenia. 】

Ke Yici turned on the phone again to check the plot summary, and said, "I didn't say in advance that the protagonist has a mental problem."

Wen Ling was still repairing her aesthetic wounds until she was seated at the dessert shop and the first mango pan was served.

"The fifth season of "The Police Are No Small Matters" aired yesterday, have you watched it?" Ke Yici asked.

Wen Ling shook his head, and he gestured [I'll see tomorrow. 】

"The publicity effect of your painting is very good, and the post in the warm-up period has been forwarded more than [-] times." Ke Yici said, "Our director praised you for coming in a meeting."

Wen Ling looked at Ke Yici blankly: "Huh?"

"You don't know about this, do you?" Ke Yici was incredulous.

Wen Ling took out her phone, opened the app store, and re-downloaded the Weibo app.

"Why did you uninstall the software?" Ke Yici asked.

"It's too annoying." Wen Ling said, he didn't want to see netizens slander Wen Ruixue's vicious remarks, so he simply uninstalled the social software all over, leaving only WeChat and only using it to contact family and friends.

Wen Ling logged into Weibo through his mobile phone number, and Wen Ling followed CCTV [-] after overwhelmingly retweeting and commenting on the news.The information stream on the homepage popped up his comics. With the fame of CCTV and the traffic generated by the first four seasons of "No Small Matter", Wen Ling Changcao's Weibo account has also increased a wave of fans, from [-] to [-]. to forty thousand.

Wen Ling never cared about virtual popularity, he flipped through the comments casually, turned off the screen, and put his phone on the table.

"What a cold little painter." Ke Yici teased, "Don't be happy with things, don't be sad with yourself."

Wen Ling gestured [I want to go to your house to play games. 】

"Okay." Ke Yici agreed, and he ate the dessert in two bites, "We're leaving now."

[Wen Ruixue: I'm home. 】

[Wen Ruixue:? 】

[Wen Ruixue: Brother, where are you? 】

Wen Ling sat in the co-pilot, lowered her head and tapped her phone to reply to her sister [I'm outside, I'll be back later. 】

[Wen Ruixue: Are you with Brother Ci? 】

[Wen Ling: Yes. 】

[Wen Ruixue: Dad asked me to ask you, what time is the delay. 】

Wen Ling glanced at the time displayed on the car console. At 09:30, he pursed his lips, thought for a while, and replied 【I won't go back tonight. 】

[Wen Ruixue:? 】

[Wen Ruixue:? ? ? 】

[Wen Ling: Blocked. 】

[Wen Ruixue: Don't, I didn't say anything. 】

[Wen Ruixue: Brother, you can do whatever you want, don't care about your humble sister's little complaints. 】

Wen Ling turned off the phone, looked at Ke Yici who was driving, and said, "Play, it's too late, you can" He swallowed his saliva and stabilized his lying expression, "Send me home?"

"Okay." Ke Yici said, "But it's already nine o'clock. If you play until one or two o'clock, you can just sleep at my house. I have extra quilts."

"Oh." Wen Ling made a single voice, "It depends, the situation."

"Yo, be wary of me." Ke Yici said, "What can I do, knock you out and sell you."

Wen Ling put her elbows on the car door, raised her cheeks, looked at Ke Yici, who was unconscious, and squinted her eyes: "Just in case."

"In case there is a ghost." Ke Yici is worthy of being the host, and he can quarrel with aphasic patients who can't speak well. Turned on the handbrake, pulled out the key, looked at Wen Ling, and reached out to touch the child's cheek, "Welcome to the humble house, my little master."