Chosen unlucky guy

Probably all the feelings in the middle of the night were not real enough, so that Xiang Kongshan didn't notice the strangeness when He Jingle said this sentence, and he was obviously very satisfied with it. He patted He Jingle's shoulder again and said: "OK Now, go back to sleep, and get up tomorrow to drive the car."

"……Um."

When they came, they crossed their shoulders, but when they returned, they walked one after the other. He Jingle fell a little behind, with his head bent down, as if he was really sleepy, but only his palms were still clenched tightly; Xiang Kongshan several times Looking back at him, she finally let him walk in front of her, dumbfounded: "It's a good way to see the way, and I'm not afraid of bumping into the wall."

He didn't speak, and raised a dazed smile in the hazy night. At this moment, he learned acting without a teacher, and contributed to the perfect performance that will never be performed again in this life; even for a second, It felt as if the drowsiness really came up, and he was about to take him to tomorrow without hesitation.

He Jingle likes to sleep. When he is sad and has no one to accompany him, sleep will bring strange dreams, which will make him feel that he is not alone.

But it was different now, because he thought again - tonight, at least tonight, there is someone else waiting for him in the room, and when they wake up they can say good morning to each other, it doesn't matter if the night is long, a night with someone It is wonderful, better than all dreams.

He approached the room, tiptoeing towards the bed in the dark, his eyes turned red as he walked.

He Jingle walked very slowly, like an old man staggering on his feet. When one foot had already stepped on the edge of the bed, he turned around suddenly, and while reassuring himself that he would never be caught, he sneaked towards Xin Sui's bedside.

Xiao He is about to do some bad things that only he knows about. He really hopes that Xin Sui can touch his head, even if only for a short while.

The vision that suddenly fell into the darkness is still unclear. He slowly groped towards the opposite side, relying on the position in memory, slowly squatted down beside the other person's bed, tilted his head to feel the ups and downs of the other person's breathing on the bed, and stretched out again after a while. Shot, wanting to hook Xinsui's finger.

I didn't touch it at the first time, the tentacles are soft and smooth beds; but it's not over yet, Mr. He, who is diligent and perverted, doesn't know how to be so patient in the middle of the night, he can compete with the blind man and touch the elephant. He touched it, and he wanted to touch it a second time, but the result was so strange, he touched from the edge of the pillow to the bedside table, not to mention his hands, he couldn't even find his partner's flimsy little face, he lost it like.

Also weird.

He thought, and got closer and closer, but he still couldn't see anything, only a little bulging shape, and was about to touch it again, when the bedside lamp suddenly turned on, and Xin Suikean sat on the head of the bed, two The eyes of the two collided, and he heard the other party ask quietly: "Jing Le, what are you doing?"

"..." Jing Le didn't speak, everyone in Jing Le was dumbfounded.

and many more!

Wait, wait, since Xin Sui is sitting here, what he touched just now is...

He lowered his head abruptly, and looked at Xin Sui's chicken face to face in the dim light beside the bed.

"..."

"Jing Le." Xin Sui called out again.

The petrified Young Master He slowly came back to his senses, as if he hadn't heard, stood up and climbed on the opposite bed, covered his head with a quilt, and did it in one go, with a mentality of reconciliation with this world, he said serenely: "Good night baby, I'm going to bed first."

Xin Sui: "..."

But of course he couldn't get away with it. Under Xin Suiyou's burning eyes, he finally got up unwillingly, his cheeks and ears turned red, he was burned to ashes, and his mouth was still hard : "What's wrong! I'll just touch it! It looks so good-looking, what's wrong with touching it!"

So Senior Xin, who was about to say something, paused again, and lowered his head in disbelief, and glanced at his crotch: "You can tell whether it looks good or not?"

"—Oh, I didn't say that! I said you!"

He Jingle really couldn't wash himself away by jumping into the Yellow River. He emphasized it for a long time, and finally he was defeated by Xin Sui's eyes who were clearly suspicious of life. He shook his head fiercely and jumped off the bed again, following a monkey As if sticking to the next bed: "Forget it! Think about it as you like!"

"Now, now, now—" he said fiercely, "touch my head!"

"Huh? Oh."

……

Although the process was tortuous, the young master He, who finally achieved his goal in a disguised form, was in a better mood, and decided that the adults should turn this matter over a lot. He was lying on Xin Sui's lap and snoring, watching Xin Sui from bottom to top. face, suddenly asked: "Why didn't you continue to sleep, did I wake you up?"

"No," Xin Sui said, "I just woke up suddenly and found you were not there, so I didn't fall asleep."

The sense of grievance that had been vaguely permeating from just now finally hit He Jingle's spine in a real way, almost wanting to engrave the words "Do you want to start messing around and end up" on his forehead, making him want to laugh suddenly a little out of place— —He did indeed do so; after laughing for a while, he remembered that he seemed to have to explain, so he said in a low voice, "Brother Shan and I went out to drink Coke."

Now Xin Sui also laughed, the resonance in his chest made his ears red when he spoke, he noticed that the other party touched his hair lightly, coaxing a child: "Oh, he is still a young boy who likes to drink Coke. "

"Hey... you're not much older than me, are you?"

Unconvinced, the young boy lifted his head up, but within a few seconds he lowered it obediently again; for some reason, when he saw Xin Sui awake and sitting in the room waiting for him to come back, he seemed to have a lot to say. I want to talk, but until now, I feel that as long as I can be like this all the time, even if I don't say anything for the rest of my life, it's good when the other party strokes her hair one by one.

He felt that this was very much like the home he had imagined countless times.

"Xin Sui, do you know, Xiang Kongshan told me that we will always be best friends."

After a pause, he suddenly spoke without warning.

"Isn't this something everyone knows?" Xin Sui quickly replied.

He Jingle was bored again, and after a long time, he murmured: "Yes, it's very good."

He suddenly realized that many emotions may be turbulent at the moment, but when they are expressed to the mouth, they will appear thin and hypocritical—no matter what you say, they seem to be moaning without illness, and you will only think about it when you are full. s things.

"Jing Le."

But Xin Sui touched him again. Under the dim light, the atmosphere at this time was so warm that one almost wanted to cry. He was hugged by Xin Sui by the waist; the two looked at each other, and he heard that the other seemed to be He smiled, wiped his cheek with his fingertips, and said soothingly, "Don't be afraid to express, you can tell me whatever you want."

Xin Sui's eyes seem to have magic, otherwise it is really impossible to explain why He Jingle is always bewitched by such eyes; he grabbed the corner of the other party's clothes, remained silent for a long time, and finally summoned up the courage to say: "Xin Sui, I think I Maybe it’s still a little bit better.”

He doesn't want to sit passively where he is, and wants to have something that other people don't want to let go of before the promise of forever expires.

"Sounds good." Xin Sui said, "Do you have any plans?"

This was embarrassing for Young Master He. He thought hard for a long time, until the drowsiness of being frightened away floated back again, and he rolled to the side, stuck tightly on the other half of the bed, and said, "I don't know."

Then he asked, "Xin Sui, what do you think I am suitable for?"

He mobilized the few brain cells to think: "I have also been on the stage, and then I fell a lot, and I lost all face; I made friends, but I didn't make them—well, I was brave when I was a freshman. Well, but people don’t necessarily appreciate me much.”

His voice gradually lowered and turned into a very soft murmur, as if he was about to fall asleep, and he still asked persistently: "What else can I do well?"

He Jingle finally stopped talking and fell into a late sleep, with his lips parted a little, as if he still had something to say.

Xin Sui just watched him fall asleep, and thought: Isn't it good everywhere?

Hey, I picked up a big baby for nothing.

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