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The little girl's grandfather made the decision to be hospitalized, and the family transferred to the orthopedics department with great momentum, and the ward became quiet.

After so many years of robbing, Zhao Wenle considers himself a good judge of the situation, but he has a kind of confidence-inflated attachment to Song Li, and even subconsciously looks down on the gap between the two. Even if he still can't understand his heart, as long as Song Li It doesn't matter if you hang around in front of you, as if there are more obstacles in the future.

The cold medicine penetrated into the blood vessels and sucked away the heat from half of his body. Zhao Wenle slightly bent his fingers that were stiff with cold. In the warm water, everything is inappropriate, Zhao Wenle couldn't help but hate, asking you to provoke me.

It was early in the morning when the bottles of water were hung up, Zhao Wenle said that the house was already sound asleep at this point, and her bed must have been taken by Sister Yingchun, and she wanted to sleep with Song Li, "Let's not wake people up, and go directly to your house? "

Song Li said yes.

Although the two courtyards are adjacent to each other, Song Li runs frequently to his house during the day, hardly needing him to rush through the door. When he comes back, he opens his eyes wide. The walls are still broken, the ground is still gray, and the outside looks the same as his own house. After entering the door, it was a little better, the tiled sofa, TV and coffee table, staring straight at the only bedroom door, with turmoil in his eyes, "Sister Yingchun is here, where are you going to sleep?"

"sofa."

"What?!"

Not sleeping together?Or put her in bed in a gentlemanly way?Don't you want to pave the floor for people?Treating a girl so ruthlessly and rudely doesn't match your gentle image, Brother Song.

"A man and a woman can't kiss each other." With a natural tone, Song Li said 'what's wrong'.

"That's right, Brother Song, you are awesome!" Zhao Wenle couldn't help laughing, it turned out that Brother Song was so stupid.

"..." I was inexplicably praised, and I was a little happy.

I can't wait to enter the bedroom, and the breath full of vitality rushes towards me. The vines grow wildly in the corner of the wall, and the green branches and leaves are already swaying on the ground, which makes people happy to see.

He flung himself onto the big bed, sighing comfortably.

Song Li twisted the collar of the back of the man's neck like a kitten, "Go take a bath."

"Don't! I'm a patient and I'll catch a cold!"

"Don't wash the sleeping sofa."

Zhao Wenle got up in a "bass" and went straight to the bathroom.

Song Li squeezed the space between his eyebrows, children are so hot and furious now?Resigned to his fate and took the towel and bathrobe to send.

As soon as Fang arrived, he heard the howling of a pig in the bathroom, and hurriedly opened the door to go in. The shower was dancing wildly on the floor tiles due to the impact of the water flow, and the water splashed. The naked young man shivered and dodged around, seeing him coming He kept wailing, "It's so cold, so cold, Brother Song, save me!"

Speechless and frowning, Song Li picked up the shower head lying on the ground without hesitation or avoidance, and turned out hot water.

"Brother Song, your clothes are all wet!"

"Ah."

The boy bared his teeth, "Let's wash together!"

Raising eyebrows, "Okay."

If you say wash it, you can wash it without forcing it, Song Li took off the clothes and dragged the children to shower together.

Zhao Wenle was pressed and rubbed his head and back, almost peeling off a layer of skin.Ben also wanted to make some accidents, for example, if I slipped and fell, I need to be hugged to get up, for example, if I get bath liquid in my eye, I need to blow it, for example, who will pick up the soap when it drops... and so on.In the end, the eyelid fight relied on a sense of unwillingness to pinch the man's chest, oh, it was hard.

Drowsy in people's arms.

In a daze, Zhao Wenle heard whispers in his ears.

"Brother Song?" He reached out and touched the bed beside him, it was cold.

What about people?

I'm stupid, what the hell? !

Zhao Wenle stared wide-eyed and sat up straight. Except for the bed under him, everything he could see was chaotic and gloomy, with dense clouds from far and near.Zhao Wenle called Song Li loudly, and slapped himself on the cheek hard, but there was no echo, and the pain was real.

nightmare?

Carefully touching the edge of the bed to stick out his feet, he was relieved by the soft touch, at least there was a place on the ground.

Zhao Wenle stood in the midst of the chaos, feeling that this dream was so weak that it was outrageous. They said that they thought about it day and night, but what the hell was this gray lump everywhere?

The little gray cloud in the distance looked like a rabbit, Zhao Wenle took a second look, and then opened his mouth wide in surprise, since that cute little gray cloud has become white and fat, it popped out two ears, and jumped towards him Jump here, it's a rabbit!

Zhao Wenle imagined guns and weapons excitedly, and all kinds of guns and weapons that were almost the same as those in his mind appeared out of thin air and fell down. Zhao Wenle stroked the cold and hard gun body, his blood boiled, and he laughed.

Swords, basketball, pandas, dinosaurs, dragons...

As if I am the master of this world, all things are created according to my heart, and they are destroyed in a snap of my fingers.

The things condensed by the gray cloud have a time limit. It seems that if they are in frequent contact with him, they will disappear faster, and those that are not touched can persist for a long time, and no matter the living or dead things are vivid and real, it seems to be reappearing.

He ordered the little dinosaur to fight with the little dragon, and he was very happy.

Day after day, or maybe just a blink of an eye, he couldn't feel the temperature of the weather, the passage of time, hunger, thirst and exhaustion. He was still wearing the bathrobe he had when he woke up, and Song Li's big bed was leaning behind him.

He became anxious, irritable, scared, and he didn't understand why he wasn't awake.

He began to cry and howl, forcing himself to sleep, and kept opening his eyes.

After countless repetitions and endless reincarnation, he forgot who he used to be.Finally, he pulled the trigger before he was on the verge of collapse, and the "bang" bullet came through the wind, but dissipated the moment it touched the skin.

into despair.

As if sensing his determination to seek death, the space began to vibrate, the gray world shattered like glass, light was reflected in the cracks, Zhao Wenle rolled his eyes dully, looking for the light, there were bright colors outside the cracks, it was another world .

A voice came through.

"Ah, young master, why did you smash the master's jade!"

"Stay in the dark box every day, and you will be happier when the jade is broken..."

"What nonsense! The master should blame you again when he hears it."

He heard himself chuckle, and then turned into a breeze and broke free from the world.

Zhao Wenle suddenly opened his eyes, was slightly stunned, and hugged Song Li beside him the next moment.

"Little ghost, have a nightmare?" Song Li raised his hand to stroke his hair, his tone still lazily sleepy.

With a muffled hum, it entangled itself like an octopus and stopped moving.

He dreamed that he was originally a soul essence in the cold Xuanyu, who inadvertently absorbed the chaotic aura in ancient times, giving birth to consciousness.

But his world is endlessly chaotic, lonely, and empty, and he can't get out no matter what.

Until the jade is broken.

Before leaving, the little benefactor looked very similar to Song Li.

He didn't know if it was a coincidence or not, but after worshiping in the sect, after a hundred years, there is only a handful of loess left from his former benefactor.

Zhao Wenle pursed her lips, but finally buried herself deeper into Song Li's arms.

If this is the fate accumulated in the previous life, he is very happy.

The strange fragrance of flowers lingered, Zhao Wenle twitched his nose, "What kind of flower is that?"

"Biacao."

Memories spread like water waves, green grass mountains and rocks appeared in front of my eyes, the boy in black robe squatted and turned his back to himself, "Brother, what kind of flower is this?"

The cold male voice replied, "Biyacao."

The ass was photographed, and the picture faded away like a tide. After catching up, a lazy and sweet voice rang above his head, "Get up?"

"No." Rubbing the man's chest.

After hanging on for a while, I was reluctant to get up when I saw that I couldn't drag it on.

Zhao Wenle rolled his eyes while washing his face, "Brother, help me with something~"

The man gestured with his eyes and said.

"I want to eat Nanjie biscuits!"

He calculated carefully that the city's Second Ring Road South Street is one hundred and eight thousand miles away, and it's impossible to come back in the morning.It's his birthday today, according to the extent of this person's manipulation of him, if Lapi plays well, there is a high probability that he will agree.

"it is good."

so refreshing?Zhao Wenle was overjoyed, "I will eat it at noon today."

"Ah."

"Old Song, you are so kind." Zhao Wenle made a tearful expression.

Song Li had a half-smile but not a smile, "Do you agree with your body?"

"..." Zhao Wenle wanted to nod in agreement but had to hold back.

"You seem to be very willing." Song Li's eyes suddenly became familiar, and he leaned over, resting his hands on the vanity table, trapping Zhao Wenle within an inch.

...? !My eyes are so urgent?No, Lao Song, has your painting style changed?

Song Li let him go, his tone was flat, "Do what you want."

Zhao Wenle nodded in confusion, "Then I'll go back first."

It was cold in the morning.

Zhao Wenle hurried to Brother Hu's residence.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the empty streets and alleys, and Zhao Wenle turned his head as if feeling something, but it was empty.

Since you will feel guilty.Zhao Wenle sneered.

It was still a heavy and nostalgic big iron gate, Zhao Wenle knocked politely, and this time he responded quickly.

Someone is waiting.

"Master Zhao, you are here. The boss has been waiting for you." The woman led the way respectfully, with a completely different attitude from last time.

In the living room, Brother Hu half-closed his eyelids, still in his loose pajamas, leaning on the sofa to take a nap.

"Brother Hu." Zhao Wenle rubbed his nose, a little embarrassed. He knew that he had an early appointment and was a little aggressive, but on weekdays he not only took care of grandma, but also avoided being noticed by Song Li, so he had to sneak in.

The half-asleep man woke up, and with a look, the servant stepped back.

"Follow me." The man stood up, his figure stretched out, his clothes spread out, revealing his strong chest.

Zhao Wenle followed closely.

At the end of the corridor on the second floor, the man touched some mechanism, opened a small door, and went down the stairs.

In the luxuriously decorated basement, Yingchun was firmly restrained and lying on the ground. After hearing the sound, she struggled to look up. When she saw Zhao Wenle, her eyes widened angrily, her lips sealed with tape complained and sobbed.

"Don't worry, I'll send you off today." Brother Hu raised his lips and looked at the boy.

"Thank you Brother Hu, I'm sorry to trouble you." Zhao Wenle met Yingchun's eyes and turned his head.

"No trouble, let's trade."

"What does Brother Hu need me to do?" Zhao Wenle looked at the man squarely.

"Be my man." Without hesitation.

"Little brother?" He seemed to be incomprehensible.

"Ha, I'm not short of a brother, I'm short of a baby." These words are naked.

"Brother Hu will consider other conditions..."

"No need." The man interrupted with a wave of his hand.

"You need." Qingyue's voice sounded at the same time.

Yingchun was pleasantly surprised, Zhao Wenle panicked, and Brother Hu's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

Brother Hu took out the gun from the drawer, pointed at Song Li who was strolling down the stairs, "Who the hell are you?"

"Stop! Come again and I'll shoot!"

Zhao Wenle's face turned pale, he didn't care much, and rushed to snatch it from behind.

Brother Hu was caught off guard, and almost let him succeed. He opened the boy and pulled the trigger on the man who made him feel dangerous without hesitation.

Gunshots, bullets into flesh, shrill and hoarse shouts.Zhao Wenle suffered severe chest pains, and could no longer hold back his eyes.

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I don't know I don't know hahahahaha

In the dream, Song Li stared at me viciously