Rules Weird Talk: I am more perverted than weird!

The evenings at the Love Nursing Home were particularly warm. When Ivan followed everyone to the dormitory building, everyone was talking and laughing along the way.

Everyone here is so gentle. When they speak, they always have a smile on their faces and speak softly.

Even boys are the same, they are fair and clean-looking, the kind that makes people like them at first sight.

Except for himself and that guy named Li Dongfeng, they are all a bit rough... well, just rough. Ivan does not allow others to use other words to describe himself.

Ivan took the opportunity to inquire about Li Dongfeng:

"You are talking about him. He is also one of our volunteers and a veteran."

"Then why didn't I see him during the day?"

Someone laughed disdainfully: "With his appearance, do you dare to go in during the day?

If any elderly person were to be taken care of by him, he would have a heart attack.”

As these words were spoken, a low laugh rang out from all around.

The laughter that was so gentle just now now sounded like a devilish sound piercing my ears.

Ivan: “…”

Seeing that he didn't say anything, the man turned around and took a look: "Ouch, my eyes~"

He covered his eyes exaggeratedly, twisted his hips and ran back to the dormitory building.

Ivan was very angry after eating.

He felt deeply insulted, but at the same time he understood that these volunteers only looked kind, but as for their inner qualities... they were completely different from their appearance.

Bah, hypocrisy.

They are more like a group of demons in angel's clothing. It's really a waste of their white skin.

Compared to villains who look bad at first glance, Ivan dislikes this kind of thing the most.

If you encounter the former, at least you will be alert and have the necessary precautions. Even if you accidentally encounter an unexpected event, you will have an idea in mind.

The latter, with a deceptive enough face, hides behind and launches sneak attacks, catching people off guard. In the end, when they die, they may not even know who harmed them.

Died unjustly...

It’s like there is a poisonous snake in the dark, staring at you all the time, and you never know when it will jump out and spit in your face.

Just thinking about it makes my hair stand on end and my skin gets covered with goose bumps.

Ivan went upstairs and found his room according to the name on the door.

The volunteer lived in a double room. When he entered, there was already a roommate inside who was making the bed.

"You came."

The boy turned his head and smiled.

Ivan also saw his face clearly:

The other person's skin was very white, not a healthy white, but the kind of white that was a bit sick and bloodless.

He is less than 1.7 meters tall, looks very gentle, and is as thin as a piece of paper. When he smiles, Ivan always feels that he will float away with the wind at any time.

"Hello, I'm He Wen." He stretched out his hand.

Ivan shook hands with him cautiously, fearing that he might use too much force and crush the bones of his palm.

After long-term mining work, Ivan's palms were inevitably rough and covered with various calluses. In just a moment of shaking hands, He Wen's skin turned red.

Ivan quickly let go and scratched his head embarrassedly.

But the other party didn't seem to blame him. Instead, he comforted him: "Don't listen to the nonsense of the people below just now. You are very good now. You are very manly."

Ivan: “I am…”

He Wen raised his head. Under his pale face, only his eyes were shining brightly: "Have confidence in yourself."

Ivan's irritability was thus smoothed out.

Since entering this copy, everyone has been laughing at his appearance. The calmer he appears, the more he cares.

No one came forward to comfort him. Pierre even seemed to have seen something new and wanted to make him cry...

This sentence touched his heart. Ivan nodded seriously: "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

After He Wen finished talking to him, he continued to clean his own bed, then the table and the wardrobe. He cleaned them all spotlessly. Finally, he even cleaned Ivan's bed...

After he finished doing this, he wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead, with a pale face, and handed Ivan a book.

“Child Psychology.”

"I think you should be useful."

Ivan was so moved at this moment that he looked like a 200-pound fat kid. He didn't know how to thank He Wencai.

The person he is taking care of now, although he looks like an old man, his mentality and behavior are just like a child, right?

"I'll give you something too."

"Uh, no need..."

Regardless of He Wen's refusal, Ivan took off the heart-shaped necklace from his neck and hung it on He Wen's chest.

“What is this…?” He Wen wondered.

Ivan: "It can bless you with good health."

This was given to Ivan by an old friend before he died in prison.

This brother has been doing good deeds all his life and has helped countless people. It is no exaggeration to say that he is a living Bodhisattva.

Unfortunately, such a living Bodhisattva could not withstand the torture of the death prison and died early.

That necklace has accompanied him throughout his decades of life and witnessed his lifelong charity. It has become a high-end weird prop.

People with good hearts will be blessed when they wear it.

As for the disgusting people...

No, Ivan shook his head in his heart, He Wen is a good man.

"it is good……"

He Wen nodded, a smile blooming on his face. With his thin figure, he looked like a blooming ghost flower, pure white yet eerie.

The two had nothing to do, so they lay on their beds and chatted idly.

The volunteer dormitory did not stipulate that employees had to rest at a certain time, but when the sound of bells rang all around and reached his mind, Ivan's eyelids suddenly became heavy, and then he lay down on the bed from a sitting position.

Barrage: "What's the matter? Fell asleep immediately."

"The sound of the bells is supposed to have a hypnotic effect."

"Fuck, this is so good, I want one too. I've been suffering from insomnia lately, and melatonin doesn't help."

Time passed, and soon, the night was over and it was early morning.

Ivan didn't sleep well that night.

His long military career and the dangerous experiences after coming to Rule Tales have made him maintain the habit of staying alert even when sleeping.

That is, although you appear to be asleep, half of your consciousness is still awake, always observing the surrounding situation.

This is not something that can be controlled by the mentality, it has become a physiological instinct.

This is very tiring and is also a disease.

Many people who have been on the battlefield have to go to the hospital to receive the same type of psychological treatment.

But in the rules of weird talk, having this disease is a good thing.

Ivan just felt that the night he fell asleep was particularly wonderful.

After two or three hours of silence in the first half of the night, the second bell suddenly rang in the dimness.

The sound was crisp, strange, and had an inexplicable rhythm. Ivan couldn't describe what kind of sound it was, but it was indeed very pleasant to hear.

In a daze, someone in the dormitory stood up and walked back and forth on the ground for a few circles.

Click, the sound of a door opening and closing was heard in the room.

When the person came back, he stood beside Ivan's bed and watched quietly for a while.

Ivan felt a little scared when he saw it.

What exactly does He Wen want to do?

This is a rule weirdo, you're not going to kill him, are you?

That won't work. He can't move now, and it would be very painful to dismember him.

He Wen laughed.

She bent down and tucked the quilt in for him.

At this moment Ivan really wanted to wake up and ask him what he was going to do.

But the night in the nursing home seemed to have some magic. Ever since the first bell sounded in his mind, he fell into a deep sleep and could not move.

Why was He Wen able to wake up? What did the second bell represent? Is he different from me?

He Wen stood by the bed for a while, laughed a few times like a lunatic, and then climbed back into his bed.

Not long after, the third bell rang. Ivan felt a shock all over his body, and then he finally opened his eyes.

The first thing he looked at was He Wen standing opposite him.

He Wen, wearing pajamas, came out of the quilt in a daze, and then slowly opened his eyes: "Good morning, Ivan."

"Did you get up last night?" Ivan asked bluntly.

"Yes." He Wen nodded.

He actually admitted it. He admitted it. Maybe he could get something out of it. Ivan was a little excited.