A little sweet text

Jing Zhuo is not usually so boring, not everyone is like Cheng Luo, who owes nothing.

But I had a lot of fun falling and skating today. Just now I heard a group of spirited guys bragging about the sky, and now I’m still a little excited.

It's been a long time since he felt this kind of exhilaration. If the ski resort wasn't closed at night, he could go for a while.

"For example?" Cheng Luo also entered the door, locked it tightly twice, and turned on all the lights in the room.

"There's nothing like it, I haven't encountered it before." Jing Zhuo habitually turned on the TV first to make some noise in the room, hung up his coat and went into the bathroom.

Cheng Luo walked around the house and didn't feel anything bad, but standing by the window sill and looking outside was a little scary, the dark hills, the ski resort full of tourists during the day, now only the shed had a door light on.

Jingzhuo had been hanging on his appetite, and the sound of water in the bathroom kept coming. Cheng Luo stood by the window sill and smoked for a while, and couldn't help but took out his phone and searched for "room at the end of the hotel".

Netizens make up how scary they are, black and white photos under the bed, people in the window on the third floor, hearing the crying next door at night, and asking the front desk the next day that no one lives at all...

Cheng Luo turned off the phone and sat on the edge of the bed.

The bathroom was still buzzing, and the sound of squeezing shower gel or bathing flowers with grass could not even be heard.

"...spoon?" Cheng Luo yelled towards the bathroom, but no one answered.

Suddenly it was a little weird, there was no other sound in the room except the sound of water, it was very quiet.

Cheng Luo walked to the door of the bathroom: "Jing Zhuo."

Still nothing.

He was really a little panicked at the moment, not to mention the weird atmosphere, if he fell down during the day and didn't pay attention to the concussion, he would be in trouble. He knocked on the door again, and then pushed it open.

The shower was fixed on the rack, and Jing Zhuo was washing his head under the water, feeling a faint cool breeze behind him, and he paused in the act of washing his hair.

People say don't scare people by talking about it, maybe you didn't scare others, you should encounter something first.

The cool wind behind him seemed to be getting more and more obvious, Jing Zhuo maintained the posture of resting one hand on the back of his neck and wiping his forehead with the other, flashing countless scenes from horror movies in his mind, without moving.

This is not a bold person. I usually feel nothing in my heart when I watch ghost movies because I am immune to watching too much.The weird atmosphere jumped from the screen to reality, and Jing Zhuo suddenly realized that the protagonist of the ghost film is so curious that it is not incomprehensible.

When he met Cheng Luo's eyes, he yelled out, and almost slipped and fell No.17 eight times today.

Cheng Luo was obviously taken aback by him, and was taken aback.

"What are you doing!" Jing Zhuo's heart was beating wildly, and it took a few seconds before he remembered to block it, and pulled the towel around him, "Did you fall mentally retarded!"

Cheng Luo heaved a sigh of relief. Just now, seeing Jing Zhuo standing still in the water curtain gave him quite a fright, and he thought something strange happened. Now seeing such a spoon feels very familiar and safe: "It's okay, listen There is no movement inside, come in to see you."

"I haven't slept yet, why don't you climb the window and come in and try my breath?" Jing Zhuo didn't understand him at all at first, but seeing his expression of lingering fear, he squinted his eyes, "Are you scared?"

Cheng Luo cleared his throat: "No."

"Then please close the door, turn around, and leave." Jing Zhuo was speechless, "If I opened the door, you would have to smash the glass to get in, right?"

Cheng Luo closed the door and went out. Just as Jing Zhuo took off the bath towel around his waist, a gust of cool wind blew in again: "Can we wash together?"

"Get out." Jing Zhuo lost his temper.

"It's not like we didn't wash together before." Cheng Luo leaned against the door frame and stood for a while, "You fell green."

Jing Zhuo came over and pushed the door shut, and plugged it in with a snap.

Standing back under the nozzle in a complicated mood, he touched the tailbone and felt a dull pain.

After taking a shower and going out, he pulled up a chair and sat down. After Cheng Luo finished washing, he turned off the lights in the room and left a bedside lamp.

There was only the sound of wind outside, but as soon as the lights were turned off, there was a sudden hissing from afar.

The air conditioner in the room at the end is generally not working well, and the temperature is turned on high, but it is better to put some hot water in the bathroom to warm it up. Both of them have to wear coats in the room.

"What is it?" Cheng Luo nervously walked over to take a look, and then closed the curtains.

"Horse." Jing Zhuo was very tired from his surprise, "Why don't you sleep with Tian Shilong and the others in another room?"

"Leave yourself here, aren't you afraid?" Cheng Luo looked at him.

How thick-skinned is the nerve to ask such a question, Jing Zhuo squeezed the space between his brows: "Go, don't try my breathing at night."

What he didn't expect was that Cheng Luo really walked around the room, opened the door and went out.

Jing Zhuo didn't bother to care about him, he was clean, he lay down under the quilt and turned off the bedside lamp.

The room was dark and silent for a few seconds, and the bedside lamp was turned on again.

This place is so fucking dark!

Jing Zhuo lay down for a while, turned on his phone and decided to find something to help him sleep.

People who help people sleep watch the as|mr decompression video. When he opened the collection, there was a flood of horror movies, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, crossing east and west.

Just about to find some normal sleep aid videos, something suddenly lit up on the bedside table.

Jing Zhuo turned his head to look over, and just saw that a small display screen was on, and suddenly the alarm in the room rang loudly.

This must be some shameless thing done before checking out.

Startled into a cold sweat by the sudden movement in the middle of the night, Jing Zhuo hurriedly took the alarm clock, covered it under the quilt and fumbled for a long time before finding the stop button.

The buzzing room fell silent for an instant.

With such a big commotion, no one in the corridor even opened the door and came out to scold.

Very weird.

Jing Zhuo opened the drawer of the bedside table to put the alarm clock in, and suddenly regretted letting Cheng Luo go.

How about going to squeeze with Tian Shilong and the others...

Just as he was thinking, he sat up and saw the light coming through the crack in the door.

Not the white light that is always on in the hallway, but a very bright orange light.

Jing Zhuo got out of bed and froze, and stuck to the door to listen to the movement.

As soon as my ear touched the door, there was a knock on the door.

"Who?" It's probably Cheng Luo, or at this point... what kind of strange service?

"Me." Cheng Luo's voice came.

Jing Zhuo's tense body relaxed when he heard the voice, and opened the door for him: "What are you tossing about?"

Cheng Luo came in with a small solar heater: "I'm sure I'll catch a cold after sleeping all night."

"Where do you sleep?" he asked.

"Anything is fine." Jing Zhuo said, "Let's sit by the window."

Cheng Luo put the little sun by the window.

Back on the bed again, the quilt was baked dry and warm, and the coldness in the room was swept away.

Jing Zhuo moved the little sun to his side: "It's too hot."

Cheng Luo smiled and lay down: "If you're afraid I'm cold, just tell me."

"Thinking too much." Jing Zhuo lay down, facing him at first, then quickly changed direction to face the window.

Little Sun warmed up the bed and then closed it. This thing was borrowed from the front desk, and it was originally placed in the greenhouse for heating.This kind of heater is generally not needed now, it's dazzling, the last time Cheng Luo went to grandma's house to bring Cheng Mao, the cat squatted in front of this thing and scorched its beard.

But it is still very happy to have a little sun now, the coldness in the room has been dispelled, and when it is quiet again, the atmosphere will be different from the atmosphere just now.

The two of them haven't slept in the same bed since they confirmed their solid relationship. It's a bit embarrassing to lie together so upright and pure now.

In fact, I had a lot of fun playing with Cheng Luo today. This kind of happiness is not just the fun of skiing and falling buttocks, but the haze brought to him by the old lady's illness and death has finally been blown away by the wind in the ski field. .

If there is a chance in the future, you can come out to play with Cheng Luochang.

When this idea popped up, Jing Zhuo was startled.

The person lying next to him is his best friend and bed partner, and he should not feel that he has any merits other than the bed.

You shouldn't think about "next time", let alone "next time" under the bed.

The danger of going off track even made Jing Zhuo want to hurry up and turn it back.

He hesitated for a while, and leaned against Cheng Luo.

Cheng Luo turned his head, and Jing Zhuo stuck to his back: "...cold."

"A little longer?" Cheng Luo stretched out his hand to open Little Sunshine.

"No need." Jing Zhuo pulled his arm back, resting his hand on his arm for a while longer.

I have to say that it is very strong and feels good to the touch. I don't know how people who spend time in the hospital can keep their shape.

Cheng Luo definitely knew what he meant, but he just remained indifferent, turned over to face Jing Zhuo, and didn't use his hands.

The two looked at each other for a while in the dark.

Just as he was thinking that he could not lift it if he fell somewhere today, Cheng Luo raised his hand and gently rubbed his face: "Shao, when are you going back to the city?"

Jing Zhuo was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that he would ask this when it was a good time for a small hotel in the deep mountains to X firewood X fire: "Leave after the New Year."

He was suddenly very afraid of Cheng Luo asking "what should I do" or "do you plan to stay longer?" and the like.

Before he knew it, he seemed to be becoming more and more confused about the truth of Cheng Luo's words, and he was getting more and more easily teased.

Being afraid of himself like this made him feel insecure about this relationship.

Fortunately, Cheng Luo just said "oh".

There was a mess in his mind, and Jing Zhuo chose to solve it with a simple and rude method of emphasizing authentic gun|friendship.He kicked the quilt to the side, turned over and landed on Cheng Luo, looking down at him.

Cheng Luo put one arm under his head, smiled, and raised his hand to pinch his face: "Huh?"

"...Are you alright?" Jing Zhuo took his hand away, moved his legs, and tried everything.

"Not today." Cheng Luo, as if his upper and lower bodies were not in the same nervous system, pinched Jing Zhuo's back neck, knocked him down, and covered him tightly with the quilt, "You're still young, don't come to the podium tomorrow." gone."

Jing Zhuo himself didn't even think of this level, he was stunned for a second, and was stunned by Cheng Luo's even more astonishing behavior in the next second.

Cheng Luo retracted his arms, hugged him tighter, and said softly, "Don't move."

A low and hoarse voice came from his forehead, and his warmth could be felt all over his body, as outrageous as this sudden hug.

Jing Zhuo didn't want to move at first, his whole body was already frozen.