I heard that you are the number one assassin in Tiandu

I woke up in a white world - pillows, bed, quilt... and the bathrobe on the man sitting next to me.

In addition, the floor is covered with carpets with complex classical patterns, the wall packaging is inlaid with golden strips and patterns, the fixed points of the diamond-shaped four corners of the soft package are like gorgeous crystals, and the chandelier on the roof and ceiling has a complex structure, like a natural A school of glowing galaxies.

The big guy and I were lying under the same quilt.

He had just finished taking a shower, and he stroked all his hair back behind his ears equally, holding a piece of paper playfully between his fingers, and sat on the head of the bed, concentrating on it.Viewed from the side, his forehead, nose bridge, lip peak, chin, and throat structure are set in a meandering curve. Those low recesses seem to be enough for people to sink into it, while the raised arc is cold and arrogant. It makes people willing to hit the wall... It is the first time I know that the bathrobes in the same size are not suitable for everyone. Wearing him is like a child with a long body who is unhappy to wear the clothes of the previous year. The sleeves, front, The shoulder line is short everywhere, and the length of the hem is estimated to be a disaster.The only place that is not stretched is the waist, where the excess towel-like fabric is piled up into a wrinkled ball, which makes the obsessive-compulsive disorder want to cut off a piece and tie it on the belt.

Although I don't think the business of my height is as far as it is, I'll be honest, giving me another puberty, I don't think I'll be able to grow into his handsome body, because I can't imagine him at all. The body under the bathrobe must be beyond my cognition.

It's so enviable.

His expression was serious and focused, like a strategizing ruler holding chips enough to subvert the world, considering where to go, and he didn't notice that I woke up at all.

I called him softly: "Min Qiu?"

The big man immediately put down the paper in his hand, looked at me, and said softly, "Are you awake?"

He always speaks to me like this, very gentle and light.Sometimes combined with his movements, I almost thought he was talking to a dandelion, for fear that his loud voice and short breath would blow me away.

He looked at me condescendingly, smiled suddenly, and the corners of his lips curled up happily.

I suddenly remembered the scene before I fell asleep, and quickly explained: "Let me tell you, I'm not drunk, I'm just a little sleepy, really not..."

"I know, you're not drunk." He interrupted me with a smile, and then said gently, "You fell asleep before drinking, how could you be drunk? It's impossible."

Me: "..." Thank you for your understanding!

A question comes to mind: "How did I get here?"

The big man acted as if it was a matter of course, as if he was surprised that I asked this question: "I carried you here."

No wonder I had a dream. In the dream, I was riding Zhao Yun’s Zhaoye Jade Lion, going in and out of Changbanpo seven times, and I was able to jump out by myself when I fell into a falling horse pit...

"..." My lips trembled so that I couldn't speak, "hug?"

"Yeah." The big man snorted softly, lay a part of his body under the quilt, propped his head on his back, and looked at me beside my pillow, "You are so light, if you were not asleep, I would have I can hold you with just one hand."

There are sound-absorbing facilities everywhere in the room, no matter how loud the noise is here, there is no need to worry about the partition wall having ears, but he whispered, "Try it?"

Half of my face retracted into the quilt: "No, no, no... no need."

The big man looked at me and laughed, which made me feel hairy. With such a high-end hotel room, I almost suspected that he did something terrible while I was asleep.Maybe it’s because he’s always used to cover it up with bangs, and now I can see the true face of his eyebrows—his eyebrows are straight and neat, his hair is dense and even, and his growth is as one, and there is no traitor out of it , his eyes are neither like a shallow beach nor a cold pool, but a scholarly temperament that is completely opposite to his strong body. What's more terrible is that he said to me in the tone of a child coquettishly asking for candies: "Try Just give it a try."

Try a ghost!

I am most afraid of being stalked by others, and I will soften my heart when I am stalked. If he asks again, I will be too embarrassed to refuse.I hurriedly looked around and said to him: "Why do you have a room as big as a bed?"

"Single beds are relatively small, right? I'm afraid I won't be able to stretch my legs at night..." The big man seemed embarrassed to show his little girl in his heart, and said vaguely and shyly, "I always kick the wall when I sleep in the dormitory. "

Oh, it's not easy to rest if you kick the bed railing and the wall every time you sleep.I didn't worry about kicking the wall, after all, I couldn't even reach the lower edge of the bed, but... I sat up suddenly: "Night? Sleep? Here? You and me?"

Big guy: "Yes, 2399, all the money has been paid, it's a waste not to sleep."

How can this be "a bit" wasteful?I lay back safely, covered the quilt, and must stay here until 12 noon tomorrow.

He leaned a little closer to me: "Joaquin?"

I didn't feel very good about the word "little", so I didn't bother with him because he seemed to have something to say: "What's the matter?"

"I wanted to tell you this morning. There was a driver in the taxi, so I didn't tell you." He approached me, "After getting out of the car, I was busy looking for a restaurant, but I forgot."

I don't know what time it is, how many hours have passed since we drank, and I don't know whether he drank or how many glasses he drank after I fell asleep. No bad smell of alcohol, just a slight scent of shaving water.

Accompanied by his breath, his voice unconsciously patted my cheek, more tired than his gaze: "The way you sleep, really..."

I don't understand.

What words can be said at such a close distance?Could it be that my sleeping appearance is something that is not to be told, not publicized, something that is only known to two people?But I couldn't give him a questioning look - he was too close to me, if I turned my face to face him... the situation was out of control.

The big man smiled brightly, and his teeth were as neat and white as a toothpaste advertisement model: "It's really fun, it moves like a piggy, and the driver and I just stood there listening to you snoring while waiting for the traffic lights on the second ring road where hooting is prohibited. Yeah, my face is pressed against my lap and my mouth is pouting like a duck, have you seen that cartoon? Like this..."

He gestured with his index finger and thumb, pinching them together one by one: "Squeeze like this, the duck quack quack quack..."

"..." I looked back indifferently.

He laughed out of breath in the quiet room alone: ​​"Quack quack ha ha ha ha ha!"

As the person involved, I soaked in his cheerful laughter for a few seconds. I can probably understand why he is so autistic-the person he is facing today is me, and I can’t do anything about him. If it were his former classmates , If they were all about the same height and size as him, and they punched and kicked each other, let alone autistic children who were beaten to death, I would not be surprised to be paralyzed.

After hundreds of springs and autumns, this psychopath finally had enough of laughing.He took a few breaths, as if he had just finished his morning jog and realized some philosophy, he lay weakly on the bed, staring at the ceiling with ethereal eyes, showing a happy and psychedelic smile, "Ah——" With a long whistle: "After seeing you sleeping in the car, and then seeing you sleeping on the bed, I feel even cuter."

I:"……"

To be honest, I have no hope for the ivory coming out of his mouth, but the tone of his words is very sincere, so sincere that people don't want to doubt its authenticity, especially when accompanied by his He let out a long sigh, as if he didn't intend to say these words, but was accidentally brought out by a gust of air passing through his lungs.

If such a tone can be faked, it must be a national treasure-level old drama player who can express it so seamlessly.

I know he's not a bad guy, and it's absolutely impossible for him to have such acting skills: "Tch, I...how am I cute?"

After finishing speaking, I secretly turned one ear towards him, like an antenna on the roof, searching for the expected signal.

"I'm holding you like this," the big guy picked up a pillow and pretended to be me, and said with gestures, "As soon as you put you on the bed, you fell asleep face down. I was afraid that you would suffocate, so I said you Move, move, you just arched your neck and slept with your neck on the pillow, you know that puppies should sleep in summer, if it’s too hot, they stick their necks to the ground..."

"..." Mispayment of trust!fed up!I slapped the bed fiercely, "I'm like a pig! I'm like a dog! Then why are you hugging me! Who wants you to hug me!"

"I can't help it either." The big man lay flat on the bed, the short front of his body didn't wrap him firmly in the tossing, revealing a large chest and faint abdominal muscle lines, which blinded me .He put on a relaxed and defenseless posture like a mermaid, "I packed the skewers. If I don't hold you, why should I carry the packing box? If I carry you behind my back, I won't be with the gang of beggars." Like an elder bag, he took a step and kicked the box..."

I thought about the scene with my remaining rationality: "Then how do you get the packing box while holding me? Why don't you take a step and kick it?"

The big man smiled and shook his head, as if picking up a pen and saw that the next question on the test paper was a very simple question: "Put it on your stomach."

I:"……"

In my dream, I was not only riding the Zhaoye Jade Lion, but also holding a Dou in my arms.

"If I fall asleep next time," the big man suddenly stopped laughing, the corners of his lips were slightly pursed, and his eyes blinked quickly to look at me, "you will also hug me back."

I glanced down at the quilt bulges created by the two of us separately. His quilt stretched to the end of the bed like the Andes Mountains, and mine was at best a rockery in People's Park.

I sincerely replied: "I can't hold it."

"I know." The big man covered his face with the quilt shyly, "Just give me a hug, if you give me a hug, I'll definitely wake up."

Me: "... Oh."

The big man immediately covered himself with a quilt: "I'm asleep now."

"..." The most unsettling thing about communicating with people is not that the companion around you doesn't say a word, but that you can't predict what he will say when he speaks - does he want me to hug him?I think one of the two of us must be abnormal. I still have to support my family and honor my mother. I hope it’s not me.

I lifted the quilt tiredly, "Then you fall asleep, I'll go drink some water."

"I'll get it for you." He jumped up from the bed faster than me, and said earnestly, "Are you hungry? There may be no food in the western restaurant. I'll go outside and buy it for you."

He pulled and pulled lightly with his fingers, and the whole bathrobe fell in front of me without warning. Those lines that I couldn't imagine and draw suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, and I could only look like someone who saw the answer but couldn't see it. The fool who understands the process of solving the problem opened his mouth and looked straight.

When I recovered, he had left the room for a long time.

What kind of person is he?

Sometimes looking at his eyes, it is so pitiful that he looks like a wronged child, which makes people feel distressed, but when he becomes serious, he becomes a stalwart man just like his appearance.Where he lay, there was a huge human-shaped trace left on the bed sheet, I rolled over curiously, and picked up the piece of paper he had just looked at on the table——

"Give it a go! A bicycle turns into a motorcycle! Take a gamble! A motorcycle turns into a jeep!"

"..." My mood has never been so peaceful, like seeing through the sun that there is nothing new, seeing through the sameness in the world of mortals.

The ventilation system in the house should be of an extremely high-end type. I didn't smell a faint spicy smell in the air until I was lying here.I lowered my head in the direction of the source of the smell - there was a trash can next to his bed, and there were densely gnawed barbecue bamboo sticks in it, which was as dense as a toothpick holder that had just been unpacked.

No wonder "A Dou" is so heavy.