Zhou Zishan had a very strange dream.

He dreamed of Ling Lie.

The scenes in the dream were like a long movie filled with shots cut together and poured into his mind. Everything was full of incredible.

It's like a weird and themeless niche literary film, regardless of whether the audience can accept it or not, it just forcibly links the fantasy together and shoves it into the arms of the audience.

Zhou Zishan doesn’t know whether to give this movie a negative rating or not.

When he sat up from bed again in the morning, the familiar smell lingered on the tip of his nose again.

It's very light and inconspicuous, but if you smell it carefully, you can still smell it.

Zhou Zishan felt that he was crazy because he could smell the cold pheromones every day when he woke up recently.

This wasn't the most uncomfortable thing for him.

The worst part is...

every morning.

The hills rose as usual.

At once……

With his face flushed, Zhou Zishan raised his fist and hit his head twice, then got up and made breakfast for himself.

When he reached the door, Zhou Zishan thought of something, stopped and turned around.

Well, the night light is off.

He came to the conclusion again: Ling Lie is a stupid dog.

Then he opened the cell phone held in his fingertips and keyed in a message to the other person.

[Meteor: Silly Dog]

[Ling Lie: Wang]

The corners of Zhou Zishan's mouth raised unconsciously, he threw his phone on the desk, turned around to brush his teeth and prepare the ingredients.

In Jingjie Building, Ling Lie was lying on Zhou Zishan's bed. Seeing that no reply dialog box popped up on the phone screen, his eyelashes fluttered twice in aggrievedness: Why didn't you reply to me? What's the problem? Is the scream not realistic enough?

Then, Ling Lie pressed the voice button and pretended to be a coquettish Corgi: "Woof woof woof~"

When the voice is sent, a prompt sound that comes with the software will pop up: "diu~"

Ten minutes later: no reply.

Ling Lie scratched his head, turned on the voice button again, and said angrily, "Woof!" Then he turned off his phone and went out to look for food.

Zhou Zishan ate a bowl of noodles, washed the bowl, put away the dishes, wiped the table, made another cup of coffee, sat at the desk and turned on the computer, preparing to hand in his homework.

After entering the ABO Institute, you basically don’t need to attend classes. You only need to submit regular reports to the instructor in charge and hand in the final papers of one or two courses.

Thinking of this, Zhou Zishan suddenly realized something: Damn, he still has to give a report to the person he just called a stupid dog.

Zhou Zishan: "..."

Is it too late to withdraw now?

Zhou Zishan raised his index finger, scratched the tip of his nose, and turned on his phone after handing in his paper.

[Unread message record: 8]

[From: Ling Lie]

Ok?

Zhou Zishan clicked on it and saw a total of 8 voices in the dialog box.

Zhou Zishan's hand paused.

Hmm... It's over, it couldn't be that Ling Lie sprayed her 8 times in a row, and suddenly she didn't dare to open it.

After thinking for a long time, Zhou Zishan finally clicked on the first voice message and was fully prepared to experience the feeling of swearing.

Article [-]: "Woof woof woof~"

Zhou Zishan:?

Article [-]: "Woof!"

Zhou Zishan:...?

Article [-]: "Wow~~woof~~woof~~woof~~woof~~woof~"

Zhou Zishan: ...Why is it so pitiful?

Article [-]: "Ooooo!"

Zhou Zishan: How do you feel about turning into a werewolf?

Article [-]: “Woof woof woof, woof woof woof, woof woof, woof woof.”

Zhou Zishan: What is this song about, Jingle Bells?

Article 60: "Woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof..." ([-]s)

Zhou Zishan: ...I don’t know, but I thought someone’s dog ran away and caused trouble at the entrance of the village.

Article [-]: "Woo~~"

Zhou Zishan put the phone close to his ear: Is this one so quiet?

Article [-]: "Zhou Zishan, I love you."

The voice ends.

When he heard the last one, the smile on Zhou Zishan's face froze, and then he clicked to listen again.

The sweet and magnetic young voice sounded in my ears, and the serious and steady tone said:

"Zhou Zishan, I love you."

His eyes were fixed on the voice box, and he could hear his heart beating crazily.

Even if there was no one around, Zhou Zishan could not hide from his panic, his eyes darting around everywhere.

After turning his attention away, Zhou Zishan took a few breaths, turned off the phone, and then threw it on the sofa.

At this time, the phone screen lit up again.

Zhou Zishan, who was about to sit down, couldn't help but look at the small double sofa beside him.

[Unread message record: 1]

[From: Ling Lie]

He sat down and stood up, stared at the screen and sat down again, forcing his attention to the computer screen.

At the top of the screen is the complex AI sequence.

Zhou Zishan thought of the TV series he had been dreaming about every night for the past few days, a science fiction suspense series about Ling Lie.

Unable to suppress the beating of his heart, he gave up and let the throbbing in his heart fly up and down, tapping on the keyboard with his slender fingers.

As a hacker, it is too easy to hack into your past accounts.

At that moment, all the news that had been sealed in the dust popped up in front of his eyes.

……

【Zhou Zishan, I like you】

【Zhou Zishan, I like you】

【really like you】

【Really, I like you so much】

……

Zhou Zishan stared at the screen blankly. For some reason, he suddenly wanted to cry.

He sniffed and rolled the mouse wheel with the fingertips of his right hand, reading the messages one by one.

The last message has a considerable time span from the previous message, almost a year apart.

[My parents and sister are very nice, but I can’t find them]

[Brother Zishan, if I come back to find you, will you not want to see me?]

【I will wait for you at ABO Research Institute】

[I promised to see the Aurora after passing the exam]

Zhou Zishan closed the page with a snap.

My heart is in a mess.

So, is that TV series in the dream real?

A true story?

Zhou Zishan bent down, put his forehead on the edge of the table, and slowly lowered his hands.

why.

Why……

Why……

There is an urge to stand beside Ling Lie bravely and openly.

There is an urge to openly point at everyone who points fingers at him and say "fuck you".

There is an urge to tell the world that this silly dog ​​is his family dog.

At this time, the tangled desires in his mind suddenly didn't matter anymore: Who cares, go to hell, just indulge, or in the worst case, we'll die in the world together.

He got up and got his cell phone.

Open it and read the message Ling Lie just sent him.

[Ling Lie: Talking in sleep, you can’t take it back, don’t take it seriously]

Zhou Zishan chuckled and quickly typed two words with his thumb to send them.

[Yu: Silly dog, come here]

After sending the message, Zhou Zishan put the screen of his phone on the table, but turned his face sideways and stared at the gap between the screen and the table.

But it doesn't light up.

Zhou Zishan's heart sank again.

"What are you doing? Looking for me?" Ling Lie leaned into Zhou Zishan's ear and whispered in a deep voice.

Zhou Zishan's shoulders shook, he straightened up suddenly, and his eyes flickered when he looked at Ling Lie.

"What's the matter?" Ling Lie looked at Zhou Zishan and smiled.

The beating in Zhou Zishan's heart became more and more intense. The words he had just been preparing came to his mouth and got stuck in his throat again.

He swallowed his saliva and looked at Ling Lie's red eyes again, only to realize that the delicate eye sockets seemed a little red.

Zhou Zishan raised his fingers at Ling Lie.

"Huh?" Ling Lie bent down and moved closer to Zhou Zishan.

The long and well-jointed palms grasped Ling Lie's collar.

In an almost domineering manner, Zhou Zishan pulled Ling Lie in front of him.

Ling Lie's breath was stagnant.

The light from the screen outlines the two people kissing passionately.

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like