Tomb Raiders Notes - Zhangjia Mausoleum Keeper

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, I was shivered by a gust of cool wind, so I turned over and pushed the person next to me, saying, "Brother fat, get up, the grass is so cold."

But the people around me didn't respond, so I had to open my sleepy eyes, only to realize that I was already lying on the bed in the bedroom.Because the doors and windows were not fully closed, the breeze in the middle of the night raised the curtains and slowly entered.By the way, the moonlight, which is as silvery as water, also flickered in and out.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, I saw that there was indeed a person lying beside me, but it was not Brother Fat, but Brother Qi Ling.My breathing stopped suddenly, he was my deepest desire buried in my heart.If this situation is not a dream, what is it?

If it is in a dream, of course we in the dream can temporarily get rid of the shackles of reason.I saw that he was sleeping soundly towards me, his ink-like hair was scattered lazily, and his long eyelashes covered his closed eyes.

Even his sleeping face is so beautiful that I can't help but put my hand on his face anymore.I thought to myself, "It seems that you are really tired, and you sleep so soundly even when you appear in my dream." At the same time, I secretly rejoiced, facing him who was asleep, I felt more at ease.

So, she boldly approached him, put her arms around his neck, and rubbed his nose, feeling very happy about this sweet dream in her heart.Can't help but sigh: "In the dream, you should belong to me!"

After doing this, I am satisfied.At this time, another gust of wind came in, and I couldn't help but crawl into his arms because of the cold, and then the drowsiness came back, and there was no dream after that night.

The next morning, I was woken up by chirping birds outside the window. I was just sick and hungover, which was undoubtedly an act of death.The headache felt like it was about to explode. When I wanted to reach out to press my temple, I realized that I was surrounded by someone and couldn't move.

"It must be still dreaming!" I closed my eyes again, trying to sleep for a while.But the birds chirping outside the window not only did not stop, but also became clearer and more melodious.

I opened my eyes suddenly, thinking: "It's over, it's not a dream!" When I stretched my head out, I saw brother Ling's sleeping face, his breath was spraying lightly on my face, itching.

"Oh my god! What have I done?" For a moment, the astonishment and shock were beyond description.Fortunately, he hadn't woken up yet, so he had no choice but to run away now.

I put his arm around me, carefully moved it away, and gently pushed aside the quilt, just as I was about to get up.He found that his hair was being held down by his other hand again, so he had to carefully move his other hand away. He was sleeping very deeply, and he didn't move at all. It seemed that he drank a lot last night.Looking at my virtue, I look like a scumbag who takes advantage of others and doesn't want to be responsible!

But fortunately, his clothes are neat, and so are his. Nothing should have happened last night.I don't know whether to feel lucky or sad, in short, the mood is very complicated.When he was about to get out of bed, he accidentally tripped over a corner, and immediately rolled down, falling flat on his back.

There was a muffled "boom", and even though his room was carpeted, the fall was still not light.I still have to endure the pain, and I can’t make a sound when I’m in pain. Is there anyone who has experienced such a sad experience like me?

I got up silently, and looked at Brother Qi Ling at the head of the bed to see if he had been woken up by me.This glance met his dark eyes, and he had already supported his head with one hand, looking at me quietly.

I was extremely embarrassed, and my mind went blank. I didn't know what to do?Should I say to him: "Hi, good morning!" "Or should I pretend to have amnesia and act like I can't remember anything?" Oh, I really can't remember anything!Just put on a woolen yarn and act in your true colors!Headache! "

I lowered my head and rubbed my temples because of the severe headache.Brother Qiling has not spoken, is he waiting for me to speak?

I thought about it for a long time before I finally collected myself, looked up and gave him a coquettish smile, and said, "Would you believe me if I said I was sleepwalking and went to the wrong room?"

He raised his eyebrows noncommittally, then made a gesture to let me go, and said, "Come here."

Perhaps because he just woke up, this low, lazy tone with a slightly nasal tone was so attractive that I climbed back onto the bed without any hesitation and moved in front of him.

When he got closer, he realized that there was a different kind of tenderness in his eyes.Before I could speak, he pulled me into his arms, put his chin on my head and said, "Would you believe me if I said I was drunk?"

I struggled to lower my head, saw the corner of his mouth raised, and immediately understood that he was teasing me.A feeling of resentment surged in my heart, and I pushed him violently, but because I was hugged tightly, I had to roll over and press him down, and then lay on his chest and said solemnly: "Believe me first, I believe you."

His expression changed slightly, and he said with complicated eyes: "Believe it or not, it doesn't matter, but I think you'd better get up now."

I was a little confused. After he said this, I realized that our current actions are really too intimate.So he got up quickly and laughed at himself: "Sorry, I'm too heavy."

He put his hands behind his head and said quietly: "You are not heavy, but..."

At this point I don't want to dwell on the subject anymore.I moved my mind and looked around his room. It was clean and simple. To my surprise, there was a landline phone on the bedside table.

"Have all the [-] or so call records of Fat Brother come here? And the delivery service of the supermarket is also called from this phone?" I finally realized that he had always claimed that he did not have a mobile phone, and he was not lying. , but really no, I misunderstood him.

"What are you thinking?" Seeing that I was silent, he asked.

I shook my head, stood up and said, "I feel sick to my stomach, I'll make some porridge!" After finishing speaking, I walked out of the room without waiting for his reaction.Fat Brother should have stayed in Wu Xie's antique shop last night. Early this morning, the two of them took their respective flights back to Beijing and Changsha.

We got together in a hurry without saying goodbye.I looked at the yard that had been tidied up, last night's big meal, last night's words, last night's dream, all became very empty, as if nothing was left to live.

After eating breakfast, my stomach finally felt better, but my head still hurt a lot.I had to be tired on the sofa, find a book, read it, and massage my head at the same time.In fact, I still can’t figure it out until now. I slept on the grass last night, but why did I run to the room on the second floor when I woke up?And Brother Qiling didn't throw me downstairs?

"Oh, I've lost all face. It seems that Brother Fatty is right. Not only do I not drink well, but my wine quality is even worse."

My long and short sighs startled Brother Qi Ling who was sitting on the other side of the sofa. He didn't go out to tend the flowers and plants today, but sat there in a daze.Seeing me muttering to myself for a while, shaking my head and sighing for a while, and not even turning a page in the book, I couldn't help but patted on my leg lightly, beckoning me to go over.

"Please, with his usual look, nothing good happened in the past! It's enough to treat me like this last time!" I thought to myself.

Then he ignored his request and turned his gaze back to the book.He saw that I ignored him, so he sat here, and then pulled me, my body suddenly fell down, and my head rested on his lap.

"What are you... doing?" I exclaimed.

He pressed my shoulder and said lightly: "Don't move!" Then he stretched out his slender fingers and pressed my temple slowly.

"It's so comfortable!" I couldn't help sighing, and completely dismissed the idea of ​​getting up and leaving.

"It's just a good time for you to be ill, and it's no wonder that you don't feel uncomfortable after drinking so much wine!" His eyes were all on my face, and there was some helplessness in his tone.

"Then why didn't you remind me when I was drinking?" I retorted a little forcefully.

"Will you listen to me?" he replied.

I thought for a while and said seriously, "No."

"That's it. It's a bit of a pain. You have to suffer it yourself, so you don't dare to do it again next time." At this time, he was very much like an elder, patiently giving me an ideological education class.

I couldn't help but want to roll my eyes at him, but I was afraid that he would see it, so I had to slowly move the book directly above my face to block his gaze, and then I felt a little more at ease.

"It's impolite to come and go, if you don't say thank you, you should at least read a book to me!" The person who gave me the massage made this request again.

This really made me roll my eyes and say, "You can watch it yourself!"

"Your eyes are not very good recently, you should read it!" He replied without hesitation.

I moved the book away, wanting to make sure he was telling the truth, or teasing me again, but what I saw was a serious expression, but I didn’t withdraw it, so I had to read a paragraph for him slowly, reading it in my mouth and chanting in my heart : "Your eyesight is almost as good as Cucurbit Baby's. If this is called bad eyesight, I'm afraid there is no one in the world."

He paused his hands and said, "I seem to hear someone scolding me?"

"..." I moved the book closer to my face, and said guiltily, "How is it possible? Nothing."

He chuckled lightly, and then began to press it gently, because it was so comfortable that I soon became incoherent and didn't know what I was reading, so I simply covered my face with the book and fell asleep again past.

When he woke up, the book on his face was already in his hand.He watched quietly, and let me sleep on his lap for more than two hours to make up for the return to sleep. Only then did I feel better, and my head didn't hurt anymore.It was difficult for him to be a pillow without moving, and I felt very sorry. In order to thank him, I directly added two vegetables at noon as compensation.

In the afternoon, he started to go out to repair the yard again.I received an email from Professor Sun, telling me that the materials were almost finished and asked me to go to the museum.

I originally wanted to ask Brother Qi Ling to go with me, but thinking of his yearning for the yard with flowers blooming all year round, I gave up the idea, and let him go alone without delaying his time!

I arrived a little earlier than the appointment time, and someone was talking in Professor Sun's office, as if he was still receiving guests.I had to wait patiently at the door for a few minutes, but I overheard Professor Sun throwing a tantrum at someone, so loud that I could hear him from outside the door, and I just heard him scold: "You should die as soon as possible." Heart, go back and manage your father's business well, it's better than anything else."

After saying this, not long after, someone pushed the door and came out. I looked up and saw the person coming out. I couldn't help being stunned, wondering, "Why did he appear here?"

The author has something to say:

Girl, if you like someone and don't confess your love early, you might lose your chance to have him!

This chapter made me feel tired, and I felt that the article was going to be written wrong.