I'm a thousand years older than you

Wen Zihe walked lightly, and walked to his bed, and immediately found that the person on the bed was sleeping soundly, maybe even a hundred dodos would not be able to wake him up.

In fact, it doesn't matter if the monster doesn't sleep for a day. He is so busy that he doesn't feel tired for days and nights. At this moment, I don't know if it's the dim light in his room or this reassuring smell that comes from nowhere. , he actually felt a little sleepy.

He sat down on the floor next to the bed, using the bed as a table, and buried his head in his arms as if secretly taking a nap in class.

His breathing gradually became steady, and a pair of deep, ink-like eyes opened within a short distance without warning.

When Lu Yebai was in a daze, he had a dream.

To be precise, there were multiple dreams overlapping each other, and he jumped back and forth between these dreams, dreaming of countless Wen Zihes.

In the dream, there was the young and childish appearance of that person, teaching himself a lesson for climbing trees like a little adult.

There was that person smiling at him helplessly, it seemed that he was determined not to let that person go to a girl's birthday party.

Also, when we met for the last time three years ago, that person's shocked expression, and his slightly cold eyes.

These appearances are put together and become a huge net in front of his eyes. Every mesh is the appearance of that person, and if you bump into one at random, it will be a dusty past.

He looked at those revolving scenes, and felt an inexplicable annoyance in his heart - he didn't know whether to blame Wen Zihe's naturally affectionate appearance, which was easy to make people daydream, or he had an eye disease and misread the other person's eyes - the earliest At that time, he thought it was Wen Zihe who fell in love with him first.

Such a lazy person seems to be very concerned about himself, and when he watches himself speak, he is more focused than others.

He struggled between illusion and reality for half a year, and finally decided that Wen Zihe liked him.

He couldn't figure out whether he was reciprocating, or if he was aroused by the originally silent thoughts, and when he woke up, he was already deeply involved.

In the end, I didn't expect that people didn't mean that at all, and he was the only one who thought so in the end.

He didn't feel overwhelmed at all.It's nothing for a man to be rejected a few times, not to mention that he only confessed his love once, and it can't show his personal ambition of getting more and more frustrated.

But that person didn't give him a chance...he just left without saying goodbye.

His enthusiasm had nowhere to go, and in the end it turned into a handful of cold blood stuck in his heart.

But now, the instigator is right in front of his eyes.

The not-so-bright moonlight leaked in through the carved wooden window and sprinkled finely on the man's hair.

The man buried his face deeply in the crook of his arm, not afraid to hold himself back, Lu Yebai wanted to stretch out his hand to turn his face in the other direction, stretched out his finger tentatively, stopped in the air again, and finally was caught by his other hand He grabbed it back with one hand.

Probably being suffocated, the man turned over slightly, and finally revealed his face. Lu Ye's white pupils showed strange emotions, but he quickly maintained his original posture , staring carefully at the sleeping person in front of him, until the first ray of light in the morning shone on the person's eyelids.

"Why hasn't he woke up yet?" Lu Yebai heard Wen Zihe standing in front of his bed, as if he was questioning a person next to him, "You don't take too much medicine, do you? Don't wake up and become a Fool."

"Wait a little longer. Maybe it's because of Mr. Lu's physique." It was Uncle Fang's voice.

So he opened his eyes at the right time, his eyes were foggy, as if his mind was still a little unclear: "This is... where?"

Wen Zihe tricked the man back home, and poured medicine on him without saying a word. He felt guilty at first, but now his heart was a little flustered, and his voice couldn't help but softened a lot: "You don't remember? Don't be confused. .”

"Have I got a fever?" Lu Yebai looked at the solid-colored sheet covering his body, and murmured as if he knew it belatedly, "Is this your home?"

"Well, after the fever-reducing injection, I'm not worried about you being alone at school, so I'll bring you back first." Wen Zihe sat down beside his bed, and very naturally put his hand on his forehead, covering the latter Trembling, "Well, it seems to have retreated."

Lu Yebai seemed not used to his touch, and slightly tilted his head back.

Wen Zihe also felt that he was reckless, the dog's paw retracted, touched his nose, and coughed dryly: "What, if you want to eat, get up and eat some, Uncle Fang made porridge. After eating, I will send you to school."

This "send you to school" seems to have some magic power, grabbing Lu Yebai's head and bringing out something.He was startled for a moment, as if he was talking to himself: "Don't run into it again..."

"What happened?" Wen Zihe's heart tightened.

"I don't know." Lu Yebai shook his head, his eyes were covered with thick eyelashes, and his eyes looked a little dark, "I can't remember. I caught a fever in your car, right?"

"Yeah, how old are you, you can even fall into a coma with a fever." Wen Zihe only pretended that he was momentarily dazed after the effect of the medicine, and showed a friendly mocking face, "Isn't he a few years older and taller than me? ?”

Lu Yebai looked at this person who started to take the topic away without saying a few words, and couldn't help sighing in his heart——Wen Zihe couldn't figure out what he didn't want to say, let alone that person was very good at Changed the topic by talking about the shortcomings.

So he also slightly adjusted his strategy, frowned, as if he was remembering something, and said slowly: "Yesterday... I saw you, that knife... and then I passed out from the burn?"

The words were uncertain and incomplete, but they were enough for the two people in the room to understand what he wanted to express.He paid great attention to his tone and demeanor, making himself look like he had memorized a few fragments here and there.

"Knife? What kind of knife?" Wen Zihe asked knowingly, already thinking about the side effects of taking an extra dose of Mishen Soup.

"That glowing long knife." Lu Yebai paused, and then as if he had confirmed it from his memory, he said with certainty, "That's right, you threw it out."

Wen Zihe: "I'm afraid you couldn't wake up from the fever. What did you dream about? I am powerless, how can I throw any control tools?"

Lu Yebai took a look at this "powerless" person, and felt that he was really the overlord of the world of denial, and in a sense, he was a capitalized "big talker".

He collected himself, knowing that he couldn't get anything out of this method, so he could only remain silent.To put it bluntly, it was all his fault that this person fell asleep in front of him last night, so that the time he would have spent thinking about countermeasures was spent on "appreciating the sleeping face", and his heart beat like a drum.

He was afraid that if he forced the question too clearly, and the other party poured him a bowl of medicine unreasonably, then he couldn't guarantee that he would be as lucky as this time--I don't know if Uncle Fang's Mishen Soup expired or something , After he had a few vague dreams, he woke up.

When his consciousness was still not very clear, he heard an old man talking ramblingly by his ears. The voice was not pleasant, but it had an unexpected magic power, which could firmly attract people's attention to it.

"...Suddenly had a fever, Wen Zihe sent you to the hospital, the doctor gave you a fever-reducing injection and told you to rest. Wen Zihe was worried that no one would take care of you at school, so he told you 'come to my house to rest', so you... ..."

At first, he thought the old man was talking to himself, but when he heard it, he felt more and more creepy. It sounded like a long-lost brainwashing hypnotism in the Jianghu!

He closed his eyes and listened silently, with cold sweat on his palms.He didn't dare to move his stiff neck until the old man finished telling the "bedtime story" and got up to leave.

He thought, what's wrong with me?

He pinched himself hard, deciding it wasn't a dream.In addition to the throbbing pain in his thigh, he also felt that if he was in a dream, he would not have the idea of ​​pinching himself so awake.

At that moment, he recognized this old man as the "Uncle Fang" in Wenzihekou, the kind-hearted person who boiled "Xingshen Soup" for him. After drinking the refreshing soup, he couldn't wake up.His eyelids twitched, and he instinctively didn't want to guess Wen Zihe, but found that all the signs were inseparable from that person.

Wen Zihe will not harm him.After a short period of confusion, he calmed down, and there was only one thought left in his messy head, which stood there straight and straight. The rest of his brain cells were working around that benchmark, and many sounds came out. Out of tune thoughts.

Until Wen Zihe came back and visited him in his room, he was still thinking about it, and almost wanted to ask directly.In the end, he pretended to be sleeping peacefully, and waited for the person to close the door for him before he boldly stooped to the door.

Wen Zihe wanted to hypnotize himself, explaining that he didn't want to tell himself what he saw today. Out of the desire to fully understand his sweetheart, he quickly decided to dig out some truth from Wen Zihe himself.

"I am not hypnotized, it is fate," he thought very firmly, "fate wants me to approach him."

At this moment, he was like a sneaky weasel ready to steal a chicken, leaning against the door holding his breath, counting the rumbling heartbeats in his body, forcing himself to calm down.

In addition to being nervous, he still had his mind to think. Fortunately, I got full marks in the listening test from childhood to adulthood.

On the other side of the door, Wen Zihe and other people could be heard faintly——

The "Bi Hai Lan Tian" entertainment club seems to have been unlucky this time around. First, it was suspected of selling contraband and was investigated. After finally overcoming the limelight, unidentified people broke in and stabbed the doors, windows and walls of several boxes on the second floor. It was a mess.

The boss is only in his 20s, and took over the property left by his father. Within a few days of operation, one bad thing happened after another. As he walked upstairs, he thought about finding a Feng Shui master to take a look.

The person who ran wild in the utility room probably belonged to a cat. He had planed from the ceiling to the four walls and even the floor, as if digging three feet into the ground.

Before the young boss could catch his breath, he saw the tragic situation in another box.The drunken man knew how to use local materials, and used the broom pole in their clubhouse to poke a big hole in the glass door of their clubhouse. , There was a big hole in the wall, exposing the gray cement inside.

There was such a big commotion, and no security guard paid attention. He probably raised a group of idiots.

The broomstick was still firmly inserted into the wall, and it looked like it was standing forever. The boss just saw the other party's sarcasm, reached out to grab it, and tried hard, but didn't pull it out.

The boss couldn't hold back, and shouted at the waiter next to him angrily: "Hurry up and call someone to clean up!"

The waiter was born unable to speak, so after making a few gestures, he walked towards the boss instead.

The boss frowned, feeling that the mute waiter's expression seemed a little abnormal, and instinctively took a few steps back. Suddenly, someone grabbed his shoulders, and the weak dumb waiter looked like a vajra possessed, his fingers were about to sink into his flesh up.

"You..." The boss squeezed out a few words between his teeth, and soon his eyes went dark, and he lost consciousness because of the pain.

After a while, he stood up leaning against the wall, looked at the mute waiter who fell on the ground, and smiled with a corner of his lips: "It's better to be healthy if you can talk, it's almost suffocating me."