On the daily life of nemesis

The eastern sky is gradually stained with fish-belly white, and the pale yellow sun seems to be still warm, as if exhausting its whole body's strength to dissipate its own heat, using the remaining heat to bring brilliance to the world, to illuminate the whole world, and then to complete it It is a sacred and arduous mission. According to rumors, Apollo, the Greek god of the sun, would drive a sun chariot from one end of the sky to the other every morning. He represents light and hope. For himself, the so-called His only hope is himself. He has never been afraid of the dark night, and he has personally watched the sun rise day by day, through countless springs, summers, autumns and winters, illuminating and warming countless people in the world.

For all living beings, the sun always symbolizes light and hope. For the respect and protection of the gods, the warm sun is like the blessings bestowed by the supreme gods on all living beings, all-encompassing and indestructible.

A light yellow sun slowly rises in the eastern sky, with hot temperature and warm light, it emits warm light silently through the small light holes and shines on the ground, passing through thick clouds and mists, peeling off The mist draws dew drops to the slender leaf veins, and the green lotus leaves are covered with crystal dewdrops, penetrating the water droplets through the clouds and mists, and reflecting the dazzling light when the sun meets the water droplets. The palm seems to still have the residual heat of the warm sun, and the fragrance of lotus leaves mixed with the natural mist is refreshing to the nose, lingering for a long time and never dissipating.

When the sun shines on the earth veins in all directions to awaken the vitality of all things, a beam of warm sun is silently shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the dark room. The person in the room seems to be half asleep and half awake. It was holding the empty wine glass that had long since lost its temperature, her black hair was scattered on her cheeks, her pale cheeks seemed to be flushed with the blush of a hangover, her thin pale pink lips were slightly pursed, even so The usual tired face still couldn't conceal the man's innate aloofness, but there was a slight pale white on the lips, which seemed to be the characteristic of a hangover, and he looked a little haggard.

A ray of sunlight was easily refracted and reflected on the man's face through the angle of the floor-to-ceiling windows. He seemed to be awakened by the beam of residual warmth, and also awakened by the underlying pain in the cerebral cortex. He raised his head. The slender wrist rests on the forehead, and Bai's slender fingers are spread out on both cheeks. He slightly opens the arc, so that the light can seep through the gaps and penetrate into the finger gaps and reflect in the black eyes. , the pair of watery eyes blinked slightly, the corner of the man's mouth was smiling, he muttered something to himself, and then suddenly laughed at himself.

"It's dawn," the pair of black eyes rolled slightly, the pupils gathered the faint light but at the same time they were a little distracted, appearing a little careless.

The man sat on the ground in a daze, leaning against the edge of the high stool, frowning slightly, and turned his gaze to the window. For some reason, his head felt swollen and hurt, as if it was about to explode , the body is also very numb and weak, sure enough, the pain of a hangover is directly proportional to the indulgence of alcohol.

And just at this moment, when the man was about to stand up, he suddenly lost his center of gravity and almost fell to the ground. You have to think about how hard the bones and the wooden high stool will be when they touch each other in an instant. Vulnerable to a single blow, it is meaningless to be shocked. If you lose your center of gravity and then take your own weight and fall on the wooden pedal next to the high stool, the final outcome will be either broken or half injured.

He leaned on the ground tremblingly to support his body and barely stood up when he suddenly lost his center of gravity under his feet and slumped down powerlessly. When they came into contact, a pair of slender and powerful arms suddenly embraced his thin waist. Before he could see the person coming, he was hugged horizontally by that person and sat down firmly on the sofa.

Besides, when Pang Zhen just parked his car in the garage behind the yard and stepped into the room, what came to his nostrils was not the familiar fragrance of basil, nor was it the curling wood that wafted from the gold silk hollow incense burner placed on the coffee table in the living room. Sandalwood is a pungent and intoxicating smell of alcohol. The strong smell of alcohol wafting in the air around the room reminds him that the owner of this room must have been drinking, and it is Pang Zhen's last. A kind of taboo that I don't want that person to touch.

It seemed to be an omen, but when Pang Zhen walked quickly to the direction of the wine cabinet, as expected, the man really drank, and he drank a lot, and when the man just got up, he almost fell down again. Pang Zhen quickly stepped forward and hugged the thin waist of the man. The air in the huge room, which was getting thinner due to the unopened windows, seemed to condense at this moment, and what he smelled in his nose was the familiar The smell is still that brand of cologne, with a faint woody sandalwood fragrance lingering in the nose, but it is also enough to soothe the mind.

It's just why he didn't feel any weight beyond the burden on the wrist, but it became lighter and lighter. The weak waist that was as thin as a piece of paper made people feel distressed. Could it be that he didn't eat on time?Irregular work and rest?She lost weight again? !

Thinking of this, Pang Zhen frowned, and hugged the man towards the sofa, until the man sat down firmly, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

The man raised his eyes and glanced at the person standing in front of him. Under the light of the sun, the figure of that person appeared dimly. Reminding that the person standing in front of him is an acquaintance, and he also knows who the person in front of him is, who can step into his door except Xiaozhang and that person, he slightly raised his head just thinking that Seeing that person's face clearly, unexpectedly, the hangover headache gradually clings to the nerve endings, and gradually hits the cerebral cortex through the nerve endings.He frowned and covered his forehead and leaned back on the sofa, his pale lips and face were full of pain.

Pang Zhen sighed softly, then picked up the glass water bottle placed on the tea table, poured him a glass of water and put it on the coffee table, reached out and took away his hand on the forehead, right thumb and index finger Covering the side of the temple and rubbing slowly.

Gently closing his eyes, feeling the gentle strength, the pain in his head gradually eased, and in just this moment, he felt a peace of mind that he had never felt before.

"Shaoqian, are you okay?" The familiar voice still came into his ear, and for some reason, a long-lost feeling of sadness gradually eroded into his heart, and he nodded lightly, indicating that he could stop. Only then did Pang Zhen stop his hands, then turned around and picked up the water glass on the coffee table and put it in Xiang Shaoqian's hand.