you are scary

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After saying this, Song Nongmo suddenly untied the belt on Bai Qianwan's wrist.

Bai Qianwan was at a loss, wouldn't it make him happier to be said to be "sick"?I really don't understand him anymore.

Bai Qianwan returned to freedom.He folded his hands with red marks on his wrists and put them on his chest. He closed his eyes again, as if he wanted to fall asleep in this position.

Song Nongmo was lying on his side beside him, and the phone was very close to Bai Qianwan's ear. He heard the sound of typing on the other side's keyboard, which lasted for a while before it stopped.

"Aren't you going back?" he asked.

"Ah."

"runaway?"

"Yes."

Song Nongmo, who was evaluated as "sick", was not angry at all. Instead, he took off his coat and lay down with him to play with his mobile phone. After all, it was not the first time that he slept in the same bed. Bai Qianwan was not surprised, and even moved Song Nongmo. Move position.

Bai Qianwan quickly glanced at the phone screen, and Song Nongmo opened and closed every program, looking busy and actually doing nothing.

He was thinking about the conversation he had just had with Song Nongmo, and he always felt that something was wrong.

If Song Nongmo was telling the truth, then he really had always regarded Bai Qianwan as a deep-seated friend, which is why he was so troubled, even though they hadn't seen each other for nine years.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like Bai Qianwan is ruthless, leaving Song Nongmo behind for nine years.

Is this really the case?

Closing and opening his eyes again, he repeated the similar action again, sleepiness hit him like a tide, the feeling of dizziness was like sitting on a rocking car for half an hour, Bai Qianwan had a headache, hugged Song Nongmo like hugging a pillow, As if it would relieve physical pain.He rested his forehead on Song Nongmo's shoulder and whispered, "I'm going to sleep."

This time the dream contained a thrilling plot.

"It's dead..."

"How did you put your arm down your throat..."

"Won't it get stuck?"

"It must have choked to death!"

"Choking to death is the same as suffocating to death!"

"I'm a liberal arts student, how could I know?"

"It is said that it was determined to be suicide..."

Located in a residential area near No. [-] Middle School in City B, the children pointed at one of the buildings.

This is a newly built high-end residential area. It is said that Pei An's parents specially bought a house here for the convenience of their children's going to and from school. Because their family is rich, it is not difficult for them.

After he pressed the number 4 on the control panel at the iron door downstairs, a woman's voice soon came from the broadcasting station: "Is it Xiaobai?"

"Yes." Bai Qianwan replied.

The door opened.

Bai Qianwan took the elevator to the fourth floor. The woman who opened the door was a woman in her thirties. Her eyes were swollen and red as if soaked in water. Mrs. Pei, who had always been well-dressed and delicately made up, had her face bare and asked in a hoarse voice. He enters.Bai Qianwan put the fruit he brought on the living room table, and Mrs. Pei said, "You don't need to bring it next time."

"Aunt……"

"Pei An is here." Mrs. Pei opened another door to the room.

Pei An's portrait was placed on the table, with incense candles burning on both sides.

Kneeling on the futon, Bai Qianwan clasped his hands together, and silently recited something devoutly.

After leaving the room, Mrs. Pei invited him to sit down and drink tea.

"The eleventh long holiday, do you have any travel plans?" She seemed to want to talk about normal topics as much as possible.

"Originally there were...but after these things happened, Nongmo and I were not in the mood."

"That's it." Mrs. Pei sighed.

Bai Qianwan, who was hospitalized due to gastroenteritis, was unable to attend Pei An's funeral, but this time he came here specially to pay homage to him.

Mrs. Pei said again: "Are you feeling better? You have lost a lot of weight."

"much better."

She nodded, a tired look on her face.Bai Qianwan exchanged a few words of greeting, and quickly got up to say goodbye.

It was already night when we got home, the wandering ghosts were chattering at the door, and when they saw Bai Qianwan coming back, they all grinned and joked with him, Bai Qianwan reluctantly nodded and pushed open the door.

There was nothing in the refrigerator, and the rice bag was empty, and he couldn't find anything to fill his stomach.After counting the amount of cash in the cabinet, Bai Qianwan didn't want to order takeaway anymore.

Someone knocking on the door?

Bai Qianwan vaguely heard a bang bang.The ghosts were one step ahead of him and broke in from the door: "There are guests coming!"

Song Nongmo leaned against the door with two bowls of noodle soup, and was only wearing a T-shirt and trousers.

"Isn't it cold?" Bai Qianwan went to pour hot water.

"Just came out of the house."

Putting the two bowls of noodles on the table, Song Nongmo went into the bathroom to wash his hands, and when he came out again, Bai Qianwan had already started.

"You didn't eat again?" He took a sip of hot water, and his shivering body warmed up a little.

"Ah, the shrimp are delicious."

"You won't grow taller if you keep doing this."

"I know, I know," Bai Qianwan said perfunctorily, "Are you going back tonight?"

"Sleep here with you."

"Fight again?"

"No," Song Nongmo shook his head, "Children are very noisy, why are girls so noisy?"

Bai Qianwan has no sisters or brothers, so he can't answer this question.

After taking a bath, Song Nongmo took a nap on the bed, and Bai Qianwan came out of the bathroom and shook him awake.

"what?"

"Do you think they really committed suicide?"

In the dim night, Bai Qianwan's suspicious eyes seemed to be shining.

"No." Song Nongmo's tone was very firm.

Bai Qianwan sighed: "I knew you would think the same... Be careful, there are only two survivors left in the 'Supernatural Events Society'."

At night, the two of them sleep next to each other, the bed is not big enough, it is already a little bit reluctant to sleep two people.

The desk lamp was on, and Bai Qianwan was leaning on the bedside to read a book, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, looking like a frail scholar.Song Nongmo leaned over: "It's late at night, don't read it. Do you want to write codes after you major in computer science?"

"Fuck off, I'm going to fall," Bai Qianwan put down the book and pushed him, "Eat less so you don't grow so thick."

"Where is it thick?"

"Arms, don't exercise like that scary muscular man."

"I don't work out, I just play ball and run. You don't like muscular men?"

"That's all."

Bai Qianwan touched Song Nongmo's upper body curiously. The 17-year-old Song Nongmo's figure was almost that of an adult. He was thin and strong, which was both delicious and ornamental to him.

The lights were turned off, and the two of them were shoulder to shoulder.After a long time, he heard Song Nongmo say, "Are you afraid?"

"Although I don't want to die," Bai Qianwan said in a low voice, "But, do you think I will be next?"

"Be optimistic and remember to write homework for the [-]th holiday."

"Ok."

……

"You have a fever."

Before his eyes focused, he covered Bai Qianwan's forehead with a hand and stroked it carefully.

"Fever?" When he spoke, he found that his throat was dry, and his voice was hoarse like Mrs. Pei in his dream, the mother of the president of the Supernatural Events Society.

Song Nongmo helped him lean against the head of the bed, and handed him warm water and pills.

This person was wearing a shirt, his chest and abdominal muscles were bare/naked, and he was no different from nine years ago.

Bai Qianwan raised his eyes from the cup: "Why are you still here?"

"Run away from home." Song Nongmo said.

"You ran away from home again."

"Remember?" Song Nongmo smiled, "What dream is this time?"

"When you were hungry, you came to deliver seafood noodles because you ran away from home," he slapped the cup on the bedside table, "a timely rain."

"You are not poor now," Song Nongmo said, "One million, if you don't buy electronic equipment, it will take a long time with your spending level."

"But I donated it."

"Why?" Song Nongmo stared at him like a fool.

"Since I met you, oh, no, since I channeled you, everything has gone wrong, probably because of money, too much to suppress."

"So you still need to go out to take orders after a while?"

"correct."

The medicine seemed to be working, and Bai Qianwan's headache became a little lighter. He closed his eyes and entered a state of rest. Someone was helping him tuck the quilt.

"You can change jobs."

Song Nongmo's answer was as inexplicable as the content of his speech.

"What?" He opened his eyes in surprise, "Please, it's the 22nd century, I can't do anything else with my education, except go to the construction site to move bricks."

Song Nongmo frowned: "If you are short of money, why don't you come to me?"

Is this a self-proclaimed cash machine?

Mysterious persistence and intimacy...

To offer such an unfeeling request to lend him money...

sleep in a bed...

A ridiculous idea suddenly fell into Bai Qianwan's mind.

He asked in surprise, "Do you want to keep me?"

Song Nongmo was stunned for a moment, and said displeasedly: "...What are you talking about? I didn't mean that. You won't agree to such a thing as nurturing."

Bai Qianwan felt guilty for a while, thinking to himself, why talk so hard!Wouldn't it be awkward if he actually meant to say "yes I say yes"?Assuming that Song Nongmo agreed to show him the file of the "Witchcraft Case", he would be completely willing to be taken care of, and he could even pay him back.

Staring at Bai Qianwan's gloomy and complicated eyes for a long time, Song Nongmo sighed and covered his eyes with his hands: "Stop joking, go to sleep." In the palm of his hand, Bai Qianwan's eyelashes fluttered like a butterfly's wings .

"Are you sleeping here tonight?" Bai Qianwan finally closed his eyes.

"Ah."

"Fortunately, I bought a big bed." He turned over, and the narrow bed in his memory seemed to appear under him again. "It's bigger than the one at home, and it can sleep two people."

After a while, he fell asleep like a child, breathing gently, softly and harmlessly.

Song Nongmo looked at him and softened his mind.He turned off the light and quietly walked to the window.

The blue evil spirit floated outside the window, poked his head to look in, and when he saw Song Nongmo, he raised his thick eyebrows: "You won't kidnap him, will you?"

"No."

Through the window, the two had a rare calm conversation.

"What is he doing?"

"sleep."

"Why? Is there anyone who likes to sleep more than him?"

"Because of illness."

"Oh—no wonder."

"Why do you keep following him?"

"It's fun."

He is really attractive to ghosts.

Song Nongmo turned the lighter and asked Xiaokang Wang, "Have you seen Bai Cheng?"