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"Are you okay?" Lu Mang walked up to Zhuang Shiling and asked.

Zhuang Shiling looked down at the patterns on the pavement floor tiles, her long and uncurled eyelashes covered her eyes, and the sunlight cast shadows under her eyes, revealing melancholy and sadness, which made people feel very distressed.

"Doctor Lu, if you are free this afternoon, let me treat you to dinner." Zhuang Shiling asked.

Lu Mang had nothing else to do when he got home, he had to take care of lunch by himself, she wished she could have dinner with Zhuang Shiling.

The two found a small restaurant nearby, Zhuang Shiling ordered a few stir-fried dishes and a bottle of white wine.

"Didn't you say you don't smoke or drink?" Lu Mang looked at the wine bottle and raised his eyebrows at Zhuang Shiling.

"I'm sorry, Dr. Lu." Zhuang Shiling sniffed, her eyes were red, very pitiful.

Seeing her aggrieved expression, Lu Mang couldn't bear it anymore, and comforted him: "If you are really unhappy, you can have a drink."

Then Lu Mang saw that a person who was so sad that he could drink Erguotou like water, couldn't count how many cups he drank, Zhuang Shiling finally couldn't help but covered his mouth and went to the toilet to vomit.

"I'll take you home." Lu Mang helped Zhuang Shiling to the parking lot.

Zhuang Shiling stopped suddenly when she heard these words, and looked at Lu Mang dumbly, tears fell from her eyes without warning, the big tears made Lu Mang a little at a loss.

Zhuang Shiling yearned for the warmth of her family since she was a child, but her father never cared about her. The words she most wanted to hear came from this stranger who had only known each other for a few days.

Her father could pick up her younger brother to and from school every day, but she had never enjoyed this kind of treatment. Thinking of this, she cried even more sadly.

Lu Mang only knew that she was sad because of her father's affairs, but he didn't know the little details in her mind. He sighed softly, patted her on the back, and took her into the car with his arms and arms.

Arriving downstairs in Zhuang Shiling's rental apartment, Lu Mang was in trouble. She looked at the floor, then at Zhuang Shiling next to her, and said to herself, "Which floor is it?"

"The third floor." Zhuang Shiling replied, her tone was not like a drunk person.

Lu Mang was a little surprised, but he still lifted Zhuang Shiling who was about to slide down on his shoulders and walked upstairs step by step.

"I'm not drunk, my body is paralyzed by alcohol, but my brain is not." Zhuang Shiling leaned her head weakly on Lu Mang's shoulder, and explained to Lu Mang solemnly.

"Okay, you're not drunk." Are all drunk people this cute?Lu Mang coaxed her patiently.

After walking two floors, Zhuang Shiling's breathing became a little short of breath, the warm air mixed with the smell of alcohol flowed over Lu Mang's cheeks, and the narrow corridor became ambiguous.

The two staggered and finally reached the door, and Zhuang Shiling directed Lu Mang to find the key from her bag and open the door.

Zhuang Shiling's house is beautifully furnished, and they are all designed according to his own preferences.

At a glance, it is a large room with a dark green American style. There is a big bed at the end, and a double sofa at the end of the bed. The material of golden velvet is also dark green. There is a bohemian under the sofa Yafeng's carpet, a TV is hung on the wall at this end, and a long-legged TV cabinet is underneath.

There is no balcony in the room, and the sunlight shines on the bed and the floor through the floor-to-ceiling glass doors. It must be very comfortable to sleep on this bed, Lu Mang thought.

There is a small dining table on the right side of the door, and the kitchen is separated by a glass door, and the small room next to it should be a bathroom.

Lu Mang agreed with Zhuang Shiling's aesthetics and taste very much, and the two of them took off their shoes at the door. Of course, for Zhuang Shiling, they threw them off indiscriminately.

Inside the door was a fluffy carpet. Lu Mang slowly put Zhuang Shiling down, and Zhuang Shiling sat on the ground like a pile of mud.

Lu Mang put the two people's shoes on the shoe rack at the door, closed the door, and helped Zhuang Shiling onto the bed.

"No!" Seeing that she was about to sit on the bed, Zhuang Shiling quickly realized, "I want to take a bath."

Zhuang Shiling, who was drunk, naturally spoke with a bit of coquettish feeling. Lu Mang looked at Zhuang Shiling who was dangling with his arms tightly around his neck and smiled helplessly, "How do you take a bath like this? Shall I wash it for you?"

"No... no, I can do it myself," she struggled to hug Lu Mang, "I don't want to lie on the bed, but on the sofa, I'm too dirty."

Lu Mang looked at Zhuang Shiling who was muttering words, and the smile on his face became stronger.

Then Zhuang Shiling got his wish and lay down on the sofa.

Fortunately, Zhuang Shiling had the habit of drinking tea on weekdays. Lu Mang took the tea pot to the kitchen, boiled a pot of water, and prepared to make a cup of weak tea for her.

Zhuang Shiling, who was lying on the sofa, felt a little nauseous and kept patting her chest. Suddenly, she felt nauseated. She took a stride, no, she wanted to go there with a stride. In fact, she felt dizzy when she stood up, but I really didn't want to vomit up my beloved carpet, so I crawled to the toilet and vomited into the toilet.

"Are you okay?" Lu Mang came to the toilet door with the freshly brewed tea, and Zhuang Shiling reached for his arm and pressed the flush button.

"Drink some tea to hangover." Lu Mang blew on the teacup, "It's a bit hot, be careful."

So Zhuang Shiling leaned against the toilet and sipped the tea, and Lu Mang also leaned against the door to watch Zhuang Shiling sip the tea.

"Is there any water?" Zhuang Shiling raised her head and asked.

"Have."

Just like this, after drinking two cups, throwing up twice, and drinking another cup, Zhuang Shiling regained the ability to control her body.

At this moment, Zhuang Shiling realized that the clock had pointed to two o'clock, "It's been so long, Doctor Lu, do you want to go back first? Today is really troublesome for you."

"No hurry, don't you still have to take a shower?"

"I'll just wash it myself." An awkward atmosphere seemed to be sweeping the entire room soon.

Lu Mang stared at her for a long while before he said helplessly: "Taking after drinking is easy to cause accidents. I'll wait until you finish washing before leaving."

"Of course you need me to wash it for you, and I can help." Lu Mang teased, tilting his head.

"No, no, no." Zhuang Shiling waved his hands, and then said mockingly, "If I hadn't met you, something would have happened."

"Then you met me, didn't you?" Lu Mang asked back.

The two stood facing each other, and Zhuang Shiling felt a tingling pain in his eyes, which was caused by the fact that he wanted to cry but his eyes were too dry.

"I miss my mother so much."

It has been almost 20 years since her mother left her, but every time she thinks of her, Zhuang Shiling still feels sore in her heart. In her memory, her mother was beautiful and gentle, and her father at that time was not as unreasonable as he is now. Others are poor.

Although she has been numb for almost 20 years now, she always longs for that warmth in her heart, and whenever such thoughts pop up in her heart, she has to suppress them severely.

Seeing Zhuang Shiling's fragile appearance, Lu Mang comforted softly: "Your mother must be very proud of having a daughter like you."

After the sound of running water in the sewer, the bathroom returned to silence. Before she felt caring, she would not feel bitter in her heart. When she was sad, she would never feel lonely if she had no one to accompany her. But after experiencing the warmth of Lu Mang, she would probably be I can no longer face these alone.

"Thank you, Dr. Lu." It took Zhuang Shiling a long time to speak.

The flush after drinking had faded from Zhuang Shiling's cheeks, some messy brown-red hair was scattered on her shoulders, deep eyes, high nose bridge, and lips that curved downward at the corners of her mouth.

"Take a shower and have a good rest."

Lu Mang straightened her hair, and his fingers brushed her hot cheeks intentionally or unknowingly.

"Then you watch TV for a while?" Zhuang Shiling took Lu Mang to sit in front of the computer, "The TV is not wired, let's watch it on the computer."

"Are you still playing games?"

Turning on the monitor, what came into view was the game UI designed two days ago. Zhuang Shiling turned off the interface and opened the video player. There were many cached movies in it.

"I designed it." Zhuang Shiling said shyly.

"You do design?" Lu Mang pointed to the title of the movie in the playlist and said, "I'll just watch this."

"Not really, this is my side job. Then you can play, you can play other things if you don't want to watch movies."

Zhuang Shiling turned to talk to Lu Mang while tidying up the change of clothes. The computer desk was placed on the table next to the bed by the window, and the screen was a bit reflective under the sunlight. Zhuang Shiling drew the curtains, and the room immediately became dark.

Most of the movies on the computer are foreign literary films, the music is melodious and the rhythm is slow, and the pictures are beautiful and poetic, but it is difficult for Lu Mang to concentrate on the screen, and her thoughts fly away with the sound of water in the bathroom.

When Zhuang Shiling came out of the shower and wiped her hair, the hero and heroine in the movie had just fallen in love, and in different scenes, they sometimes kissed affectionately and sometimes caressed passionately.

"This is my favorite romance movie." Lu Mang came back to his senses when he heard Zhuang Shiling's voice, and looked back at her.

Zhuang Shiling was wearing a light gray cotton pajamas, and the off-white towel was mottled by her hair. She pointed to the computer with her chin, "Although they didn't end up together, the process was beautiful."

Lu Mang clicked the pause button, got up, took Zhuang Shiling's towel and wiped her hair naturally, "Where's the hair dryer?"

"In the sink cabinet."

Zhuang Shiling watched Lu Mang go to the bathroom to get the hair dryer, and plugged it into the socket beside the bed.

"Sit." Lu Mang motioned her to sit down by the bed, and Zhuang Shiling climbed onto the bed and sat cross-legged, with her back to Lu Mang.

The hair dryer sent out warm air. Lu Mang stretched her slender fingers into Zhuang Shiling's thick hair and fiddled with it, slowly drying the roots of her hair. The tail.

The unsmooth hair felt even drier after being dyed, and the scent of shampoo and the faint smell of hair dye lingered in Lu Mang's nose.

"Blow it dry, let's go to sleep." Lu Mang turned off the light on the screen, and the room suddenly became dark, leaving only a little light through the curtains.

Seeing that Lu Mang was leaving, Zhuang Shiling got out of bed and walked to the door, feeling a little bit sad. She had lived here for many years, and only Lu Mang had been here.

"Can I still come?" Lu Mang's hand touched the doorknob. It was a very old-fashioned round handle, and it needed to be turned many times to the left to open it. She turned her head to look at Zhuang Shiling, the two of them were shrouded in shadows and neither could see whose expression.

"I want to finish watching the movie." Lu Mang found that his words were a bit abrupt, so he quickly made up for himself.

"Of course, I'm glad you can come." Zhuang Shiling's tone was full of joy. Lu Mang was the first friend who came to her house. Maybe she couldn't be called a friend, but she was really happy.

The door opened a crack and gradually widened, Zhuang Shiling could finally see Lu Mang's face clearly. Compared with Zhuang Shiling, her facial features were more delicate, with big and bright eyes, a high nose bridge, and a slightly pursed mouth showing dimples.

As the door was gently closed, also separating the world of the two of them, Zhuang Shiling watched Lu Mang go downstairs through the small gap.

can sheZhuang Shiling looked at the empty stairs, and the warmth that Lu Mang brought just now really lingered in her heart, she somewhat greedily hoped that she could become friends with Lu Mang, even beyond friends.

Weekends are Zhuang Shiling's most leisurely time, where she can do what she likes, but now there are Lumangs on the books she reads, on the computer screen, and even on the glass of the windows.

Thinking of Lu Mang, she didn't feel happy, but panicked, fearing that that day was just the accidental intersection of two straight lines, and fearing that this was just a chance encounter with no ending.

She took a few deep breaths of the air in the room to feel if the smell was good, she stood up to check if the room was messy, whether the environment was humid, and recalled whether she had left any bad impression on Lu Mang yesterday so that she could improve it before her next visit.

After cleaning carefully until the sun went down and no one knocked on the door, she sat down on the carpet with some frustration, and used to gently stroke the soft down with her thumb.

Lu Mang should be added to WeChat. Zhuang Shiling suddenly realized that she didn't have any contact information about Lu Mang. If she wanted others to visit her home, she should invite her. She seemed to have found the reason why Lu Mang didn't come, and she felt relaxed again. .