Quick travel: after being possessed by the monster system

In the past, Qiao Chuqi's favorite thing was to tease Bao'er with Wen Xingzhou's photos and videos, and dictate the scene in front of her to Lin Qing. As Lin Qing listened to Qiao Chuqi's description, the scene at that time could come to mind.

Two people and one dog are happy together.

"I haven't had a good rest recently. If I want to go to bed early, I won't pass today."

Wen Xingzhou finally chose to refuse against his will. Lin Qing's family was at home now. It was not good for him to wear a mask all the time in the past. It would be even worse if he was recognized without wearing a mask.

"Our two families are so close. When I have time later, I will definitely go there." Not wanting to disappoint Lin Qing, Wen Xingzhou promised her.

Hearing Jian Zhou say that he hadn't had a good rest, Lin Qing felt a hint of worry on his face, "No wonder your voice sounds a little haggard and weak. It turns out that you haven't had a good rest."

"Then you go back and rest early. If you have insomnia, you can try exercising and listening to music."

"Jian Zhou, I wish you a good sleep tonight."

After Wen Xingzhou returned home, the scene where Lin Qing said goodbye to him just kept replaying in his mind.

The corners of his mouth could not help but curl up.

He hasn't been as happy as he is today for a long time.

After a simple wash, he didn't even eat dinner, so he lay on the bed and closed his eyes to sleep.

Ten minutes passed and Wen Xingzhou turned over.

Twenty minutes later, he turned back and forth several times, but couldn't fall asleep.

The irritability became more and more serious, and his expression became more and more solemn.

Finally, he simply sat up and considered whether to go to the kitchen to get a bottle of wine.

After the slippers were put on his feet, Wen Xingzhou slapped his forehead hard. Because the force was too heavy, his forehead quickly turned red.

But it was also because of the pain that he took back the steps he had taken and sat back on the bed.

Pick up your phone, find your song "Xingzhou" from the music software, set it as a single loop, then put it to your ear, close your eyes again and sleep.

There was music in my ears, and all I could think about was Lin Qing's face, the way she smiled, the way she slowly came closer to him, the fragrance coming from her body...

Slowly, Wen Xingzhou began to feel sleepy, and his consciousness began to enter a sleep state.

Just before he was about to fall into a deep sleep, Wen Xingzhou's body shivered and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Then his eyes opened suddenly, and there was still fear in them that had not dissipated.

Wen Xingzhou sat up, panting heavily, clenching his hands into fists, and tightening his body.

He was awakened by the feeling of falling from a high altitude. The feeling of imbalance and the fear from the heart made him sweat in cold sweat just thinking about it.

Wen Xingzhou looked at the time and saw that less than half an hour had passed, but his sleepiness was completely gone.

He had no choice but to get up and go to the gym. In fact, he hadn't exercised for a long time, and the gym in the house had become useless.

Wen Xingzhou's abdominal muscles had long since turned into fat. If he hadn't had an irregular diet and often skipped meals, he might now be similar to those middle-aged men, with a big belly.

Now it's just a little extra fat, which is the best situation.

Wen Xingzhou is working out, and Lin Qing is not idle either. She is sitting on the sofa in the living room recording a song, "Xingzhou" she sang by herself.

"Qingqing, you sang so well, why are you deleting it and starting it over again?" Aunt Song sat on the single sofa knitting, watching Lin Qing sing the same song many times, she herself Not satisfied at all.

Aunt Song was afraid that her throat wouldn't be able to bear it, so she couldn't help but speak.

Aunt Song herself really felt that Lin Qing could sing very well. She had taken care of Lin Qing for three years. Lin Qing had also hummed songs before, but they were not as good as they are now.

Ever since Qingqing fainted and was hospitalized last time, she didn't like to talk much when she woke up. Later, when she spoke, her voice became better.

It was obviously not much different from what she heard before, but Aunt Song just felt that Lin Qing's voice now made people feel more comfortable. Just listening to the clear words made her ears feel drunk.

She didn't read much, so she didn't know how to describe it. It was just like the voice of a lark mentioned in the book, which was crisp and moving.

"I think I can sing better, so I just want to give a better one to others?" Lin Qing clenched the recording pen in her hand, her expression extremely serious.

"When you come back from taking Laibao'er for a walk, you asked me to place an order for a voice recorder on your phone and deliver it to you. I'm not willing to wait all night."

"When I asked you what you wanted to do, you said you wanted to record a song and send it to your insomniac neighbor. Which neighbor are you so interested in? Why haven't I seen it before?" Aunt Song put the things in her hands into the basket, and then looked at Lin Qing , wanting to see the reaction on her face clearly.

But she was going to be disappointed.

The expression on Lin Qing's face did not change at all.

Instead, he turned off the recorder, held it in his hand, and turned his head to Aunt Song.

"Our neighbor across the street, didn't I say that they helped me when you were away, Aunt Song, and I just want to thank them."

"I met him while taking a walk tonight. I heard that he has severe insomnia, and he also likes the song "Xingzhou" very much. I thought about recording this song for him to see if it can alleviate his insomnia."

Lin Qing said in a calm tone.

But Aunt Song had taken care of Lin Qing for so long, so she still didn't know her temperament.

She looked normal, but Aunt Song knew that the man named Jian Zhou must be a little different to Lin Qing.

In the past few years, Lin Qing had no close friends except for Qiao Chuqi. The only friend who could make her care so much was that girl Chuqi before.

"Next time, if your neighbor named Jian Zhou is free, please invite him to your house for a meal. Aunt Song, I will thank him."

Aunt Song actually wanted to meet this person named Jian Zhou.

There were two purposes. One was to thank him for helping Lin Qing before.

Secondly, she wanted to see her with her own eyes, and Aunt Song was also afraid that Lin Qing would be deceived.

"Okay, I'll invite him to my house for dinner next time I meet him."

"Aunt Song, you go and rest first. I will go back to the room to rest soon. You don't have to wait for me here."

Lin Qing said to Aunt Song.

Aunt Song opened her mouth and yawned.

A look of sleepiness appears on the face.

"Okay, then I'll go back to the room first, and you can go to bed early after recording."

After saying that, he stood up and walked to his room.

As I walked, I was thinking that I was getting old, and staying up late could not survive as a young person. It was only after nine o'clock, and I was already very sleepy.

After Lin Qing finished recording the version she was most satisfied with, she listened to it several times, almost falling asleep while listening to it.

If Lai Baoer hadn't seen her squinting her eyes, she would have fallen on the sofa, ran to Lin Qing, and rubbed her body against Lin Qing, which kept Lin Qing from falling asleep.

But Lin Qing was indeed sleepy.

This was the first time that she stayed up so late. As a blind person, she usually went back to her room after dinner and went to bed very early.

The sun had already shone into the house the next day, and Lin Qing was still awake.

Aunt Song brought the prepared breakfast to the table, finished her own portion first, then filled Lai Bao'er's plate, and then tidied up the house. Lin Qing hadn't come out to have breakfast yet.

Aunt Song thought for a while and didn't wake her up. Instead, she went downstairs to buy vegetables at the market.

After Lin woke up and washed up, she went to the living room and called Aunt Song several times. When there was no response, she guessed that Aunt Song should have gone to the vegetable market to buy vegetables.

She sat down at her regular place for eating, and sure enough she touched breakfast.

But she came out too late, and her breakfast was already cold.

Lin Qing casually took a few bites of cold steamed buns and corn, filling her stomach to half full.

Then he went to get the recorder he had put away last night and walked out of his home.

Lai Bao'er was kept at home by her and watched her owner disappear. She scratched the door with her paws and made a barking sound.

But its owner had already touched the wall and slowly walked to 1502 on the opposite side.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Boom boom boom!"

......

Lin Qing knocked on the door three times in succession, but there was no movement.