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The stars gradually filled the sky.

Night falls.

The lights in the yard were dim, illuminating a few children who were chasing and fighting each other, and a man who was working with his head down under the eaves.

The heat and aroma of the hot pot gradually dissipated, and a cool breeze kept flowing through the courtyard, occasionally bringing two trembling fireflies.

The window behind Wen Can was half open.

The light in the room also flowed out, and the lights converged on him.

The table inside the window was propped against the wall, so Wen Can could see the girl drawing at her desk as long as he turned around.

Even without looking back, he could hear the rustling sound of his nose moving on the paper in the gentle breeze.

It is very light, but has a strong presence, making one feel as if one can feel the touch of silk flowing in a clear river.

But Wen Can didn't look back.

His fingers kept tapping on the keyboard, and strings of complex codes filled the screen continuously, as if he was working very hard and without any distraction.

Until at some point, the rustling sound suddenly stopped.

The night wind was suddenly filled with silence.

A minute later, the rustling sound still did not sound, but the sound of typing did not stop. Until another minute passed, Wen Can suddenly stopped, carefully checked what he had just typed, and pressed the delete key without changing his expression.

A long list of error codes was deleted.

When he stopped, Wen Can's thoughts seemed to be interrupted.

He stared at the screen for a while with his mind blank, and finally turned his head, just wanting to silently glance at what the man was doing, but as soon as he turned his head, he saw an upright pencil.

A bandaged hand squeezed it.

After noticing that he turned around, the man put away the pencil and showed a bland and surprised face: "What's wrong?"

"…What are you doing?"

“Draw you.”

Ye Kong said coldly, raised the pencil and turned it in a circle towards his face: "Who asked you to sit in front of my window? I can't concentrate on painting, so I can only slack off for a while."

"Turn your head back. I want to draw your back."

Wen Can: ...

His Adam's apple rolled: "Or I should find another place..."

"No." Ye Kong flatly refused, then put down the pencil, propped up his cheek with one hand, and looked around the window frame, "You sit here, my window view is quite nice, I like it very much."

"..."

Don't respond to her anymore.

Wen Can thought so in his heart, but his lips seemed not to obey his reason, and he asked again: "So am I your tool for setting the scene?"

"Yes."

Ye Kong smiled, raised his hand towards him, and made a frame that was large enough to accommodate the endless night sky behind him.

“Like the moon,” she said.

"..."

Wen Can stopped talking.

He turned his head silently and continued typing on the keyboard.

His fingers pressed mechanically, and long stretches of messy letters appeared on the screen.

The rustling sound behind me started again.

This time it was much slower than before, and the occasional pauses in between made one imagine the look in the girl's eyes as she looked up at his back.

The black pupils and the clear and slightly cool eyes reflected the light, giving a vague and warm illusion... That's right, it's just an illusion.

She just has the instinct of a painter...

Wen Can deleted two more lines of erroneous code, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he started working seriously again.

·

The night is already very deep.

The Milky Way made the autumn night sky clear, and only a very dim light remained in the yard.

Wen Can slept next to Ye Kong, in a room separated by a studio.

He didn't close the window tightly, so he could hear the faint sound of wind and insects.

He originally wanted to continue working at night as he was already used to this schedule. But for some reason, he felt unfocused tonight, so he simply turned off the computer and went to bed.

Time passed silently while he was awake.

Perhaps it was too quiet here and everything seemed so gentle. Wen Can, who thought he would stay awake until dawn, actually gradually felt sleepy and closed his eyes unconsciously.

Until there were subtle footsteps.

Wen Can suddenly opened his eyes.

·

Someone is running.

The soles of the shoes quickly stepped on the soil, and the grass leaves fell down one after another, making a very light rustling sound.

Then he rushed out into the yard, stepped onto the stairs, and the dim light illuminated two short shadows, and finally they stopped in front of a window.

One of them stood on tiptoe, raised his hand and knocked gently on the window.

After knocking three times and getting no response, there were two soft and urgent shouts.

"Eleven, Eleven, Eleven, wake up!"

"Eleven! Eleven!"

Wen Can, who was sitting in the next room, got up earlier than Ye Kong. He stood by the window and listened for a moment, then frowned subconsciously.

Having suffered from insomnia for many years, he has always attached great importance to sleep. At this moment, he couldn't help but feel that this child was ignorant and came to disturb his sweet dreams in the middle of the night - no matter how important the matter was, couldn't it be discussed in the morning?

But before he opened the window to ask, the window next door was pushed open first.

·

creak-

Ye Kong poked his head out of the window and started to scold before he could even open his mouth: "Are you looking for death? Why are you making so much noise in the middle of the night? What if you wake up the people next door?"

The girl was half asleep, squinting her eyes to identify the boy and girl standing on tiptoe under the window. "Hua Yunzhi, Hua Wanzhao, what are you two doing? Why are you still awake and knocking on my window so late? If it's not something serious, you're dead today."

"eleven!"

Xiao Zhi leaned against the window and stared at her with wide eyes, "It's really a big deal! Do you know what I saw?"

Xiao Cao pursed her lips and looked at her straightly, then said, "Yuan Ye ran up the mountain alone."

Xiao Zhi originally wanted to fully demonstrate the mystery and importance of the incident, but she suddenly revealed it, and he couldn't help but look at her with a reproachful look.

Ye Kong was already stunned at the window.

After hesitating for a few seconds, she said, "So what? Maybe he had a nightmare and went to cry to his brother."

"But he..."

"But he took the shovel from the backyard."

Xiao Zhi was beaten to the punch by Xiao Cao again. He was so angry that he slapped the windowsill and said in a hurry, "Besides that, he didn't bring the rocket. In addition to the shovel, he also carried a big bag. He tiptoed before going up the mountain, as if he was afraid of being seen."

Ye Kong: ...

The girl was fully awake.

Under the dim light, her pupils shrank slightly. After a moment, a gust of wind blew past the window, and she closed the window with a snap and disappeared.

Xiaozhi and Xiaocao stood at the window in a daze for two seconds, looking at each other in bewilderment: "Is Brother Yuanye really okay?"

Before he finished speaking, the tightly closed door was opened.

Ye Kong strode out.

"You two stay here."

She walked past the two children expressionlessly and strode towards the backyard. "I will settle the score with you in the daytime for staying up late at night and spying on others. Also, don't tell anyone about this."

The two people who had wanted to argue and follow were frozen in place by this sentence, with expressions as if disaster was imminent.

"But Eleven, you haven't changed your shoes yet!"

When Xiao Zhi shouted softly, the girl's back had already disappeared around the corner.

It was not until then that a door next to it finally creaked open.

Wen Can pushed the wheelchair out, smiled and waved to the two children who turned around with wide eyes.