The Fantastical Beasts at World's End

Luo Xiaochen saw all the changes in Ye Zhao's expression, he thought for a while and said, "You haven't been sleeping well these days, after you get him back, I'll sleep with him."

"Huh?" Ye Zhao, who was startled by his sudden opening, paused for a while before reacting and glanced at Luo Xiaochen.

Luo Xiaochen suddenly felt that what he said just now was wrong!So he hurriedly corrected: "Well, let him sleep on the bed, I'll just sleep in the living room."

Ye Zhao: "...you think too much."

Luo Xiaochen: "..."

Ye Zhao watched the elevator stop with a "ding" on the tenth floor, supported Nie Renyan as he walked out and said, "You sleep in your guest room, just throw him on the sofa in the study, he won't die."

"..."

Luo Xiaochen helped drag Nie Renyan all the way into the study room, Ye Zhao threw him on the sofa, went to the closet in the room, threw a blanket on him, and left without looking back.Luo Xiaochen immediately sympathized with Nie Renyan for being treated worse than him, and felt silently: It's Nie Renyan's fault. If someone else puts Ye Zhao in this way, don't drag him into the door and sleep on the sofa, just use a black garbage bag when he sees it. The set is lost, and the eyes are not even blinked.

Judging from the series of reactions from Ye Zhao seeing Nie Renyan up to now, Luo Xiaochen felt that he was taking a gamble, and instead of dragging Nie Renyan into the car and taking him back to his apartment, he sent it directly to Ye Zhao. correct!

Nie Renyan's sudden departure back then was always a knot in Ye Zhao's heart. Although he never showed his emotions except for the first time, people who really knew him could see the change in his eyes. .

Luo Xiaochen helped Nie Renyan cover the blanket.

The heating in the study was sufficient, and the window in front of the dark brown wooden desk was covered with a layer of water vapor, and a hazy figure could be seen on it.For the first time in the years since the fog first fell, he felt, from the bottom of his heart, that life was good, really.

The person who needs to tie the bell to untie the bell, Luo Xiaochen sincerely hopes that his good brothers can live a happier life, Ye Zhao is, and so is Nie Renyan.

He walked out of the study, closed the door behind his back, and asked Ye Zhao: "It's not a problem that he is so dizzy, should you take him to the hospital for a look?"

Ye Zhaozheng was standing by the window of the balcony, and said calmly: "Let's talk about it, don't go out tomorrow, it's foggy."

"Ah? Now? I was obviously fine when I came back." Luo Xiaochen walked over, the temperature on the balcony was much lower than that inside the house, and the water vapor on the window was very weak, and he could see the outside through the glass.

The sky has not yet completely darkened. Against the blue-gray background, cobweb-like milky white viscous objects are floating in the air, some are connected in pieces, and some are in the form of entangled threads. They float down aimlessly and are blown by the wind. On tree branches, attached to walls, or wrapped around car windshield wipers.

The few passers-by on the road probably just noticed something falling on them, and after taking a look, they began to scream and dodge. Be strict.

It is this kind of thing that feels extremely disgusting to the touch. At the beginning, it falls like snow in silky flakes, and within a few minutes it will turn into a dense milky white fog that fills the sky.

Once the skin comes into contact with this kind of thing, if you fail to find a water source and mix it with the medicine developed by the government to wash it off as soon as possible, it will start to ulcerate to varying degrees. Unless the ulcerated place is dug out immediately, it will only take one night, and the whole person will be cured. It was eroded clean, leaving only a puddle of blood.

Compared with the other kind of fog, although the number of occurrences of this kind of fog is not much, the number of casualties caused by it is extremely high, but it is unpredictable by the relevant government agencies. They can only take emergency measures as soon as possible after the poisonous fog appears every time. likely to reduce casualties.

Ye Zhao frowned and gave a "tsk", walked back to the living room and turned on the TV.

"Hey——" Luo Xiaochen also sighed and shook his head, closing the sliding door of the balcony, returning to the living room and sitting on the sofa.

All the major channels on TV issued urgent notices, and promised that the government would try its best to disperse the poisonous smog in the shortest possible time by spraying the latest chemicals at high altitudes.

"Have you notified anyone else?" Ye Zhao suddenly asked while watching the TV.

"Hi! Don't mention it!" Luo Xiaochen waved his hand, with a helpless look on his face, "I posted a notice that there may be fog today and tomorrow in several places on the Weibo forum early in the morning. The forwarding volume is quite considerable. But after about a few hours, all of them were forcibly deleted, saying that I spread false news and caused panic! Seriously, it would involve the crime of intentionally spreading false and terrorist news! Then I couldn’t log in. Nima, I really want to Slap those people's ears!"

He picked up the cup and glass jug on the tea table and poured a glass of water, took a big sip, thought for a while and then complained: "How many times have I changed my account? Damn! If only my account would not be banned, at least Can you know that the news I posted a few times is true! But those people are also, their IQs have been eaten up by dogs! They don’t know how to check IP!”

"There are too many people who send messages on the Internet indiscriminately for fear that the world will not be chaotic. There is nothing to do." Ye Zhaodao: "Just notify, and those who see it will pay more attention. I also told Zhiming , he should also try to find a way to inform as many people as possible.”

"Hey, Xia Zhiming is probably quite helpless. With his status and job, he can't talk nonsense."

"Ah."

Ye Zhaoyi lay silent on the sofa for a while, then glanced sideways at the study.

Seeing this, Luo Xiaochen hesitated and said, "Ye Zhao, to tell you the truth, I always felt that there must be some reason for Nie Renyan's sudden departure. There may be some misunderstanding in it! Think about it, just look at his attitude of treating men and women as men and women. Imaginary rival in love, afraid that someone will abduct you away, wishing to take you with you wherever you go in your pocket, how could you just run away without saying hello. "

"En." Ye Zhao responded lightly, and after a while, as if emphasizing, he said again: "I know."

"Eh?" Luo Xiaochen opened his eyes wide, "You know? Then why do you look very upset?"

Ye Zhao didn't answer.

After a long time, he raised his right hand and tapped his forehead twice, "It's understandable here." Then he tapped on his left chest, "Not here."

His tone has always been very light, as if he was talking about topics such as "Is it cold today" without any emotion.But Luo Xiaochen knew that it was really rare for Ye Zhao, who is as restrained as Ye Zhao, to express his inner feelings so bluntly.

The voice fell, and both of them fell silent.

Indeed, emotion would not be called emotion if it could be controlled entirely by reason.

A few years of blankness and estrangement can turn familiarity into unfamiliarity, ease into embarrassment, and chattering all day long into pleasantries without knowing where to start.

All of this cannot be brought back to the original point by a simple "misunderstanding".

After a long time, Luo Xiaochen hesitated and said, "Then—"

Unexpectedly, just after he said a word, Ye Zhao interrupted him with a wave of his hand.

His expression has returned to his usual appearance, his indifference revealed the arrogance in his bones, and he said in his usual deep and calm voice: "So, when he wakes up, I will give him a chance to explain—until I am satisfied .”

"..."

Watching Ye Zhao get up and pick up the ingredients on the dining room table and walk to the kitchen, Luo Xiaochen glanced at the study room, feeling the urge to mourn for Nie Renyan for some reason.

Satisfied Mr. Shaking S Ye——

Brother, do yourself a favor!

Every Ching Ming Eve, I will remember to burn a stack of yellow paper for you.