After regenerating into one's own stand-in

Mouth, satisfying taste filled the mouth.

Well, the heavy taste still has its irreplaceable advantages.

Zhou Luo concentrated on gnawing on the squid, and gnawed all the way back home. When he finished eating, he also came downstairs to the apartment.

The noise full of fireworks was left behind, and it seemed that he was the only one who sank into the night.

Zhou Luo raised his head and counted the floors on a whim.

one two three four……

His eyes paused, and he saw the floor where he lived, Donghu, and what he could see was the window of the master bedroom.

As he expected, the window was pitch black, curled up quietly like a dim ink dot.

The apartment building was lit with dots of light, and Zhou Luo's eyes flicked across these dots of light, and then lowered his eyes.

Nothing to do with him.

Back at the apartment, Zhou Luo hung up his backpack and put his mobile phone on the cabinet by the door.

There was a snap, a crisp sound that echoed around the silent apartment.

Zhou Luo stood there for two seconds before reaching out to turn on the light.

The bright lights illuminate every corner of the living room, but he still feels empty in his heart.

He raised his head and sat down on the sofa, staring straight at the lights on the ceiling.

This kind of emotion came up suddenly, maybe it was because I saw too much company and lingering when I passed by the snack street, or the empty apartment was too quiet, or the taste of the skewers of squid was so good, but there was no one. You can talk about it.

In the next life, what has never changed is that no one will turn on a dim light at home, waiting for themselves when they return home late.

Zhou Luo drooped his eyelids and picked up his phone.

Eyes dangled on the top chat box of WeChat for a long time, but there was no new news as usual.

He hasn't come so late, maybe he won't come.

Zhou Luo felt that she was like a concubine waiting for the emperor's blessing, and she would soon begin to feel lonely in the palace.

In order to get rid of this emotion, Zhou Luo turned on the TV and found a horror movie to watch.

Defeat magic with magic!

Zhou Luo has never been afraid of horror movies, because he made one in his previous life.

Others don't know how, after he finished shooting this horror film, every time he watched other horror films, he could automatically fantasize about the scenes during shooting, and then the horror atmosphere disappeared.No matter how good the reputation of a horror movie is to him, the effect is similar to that of a comedy.

Halfway through the horror movie, Zhou Luo was half-drowsy and half-focused on watching, and his thoughts drifted to his phone unconsciously.

It's time, it's time to greet the patron's father.

He opened the chat box and typed: "I'm asleep, Mr. Xiao good night."

His finger hovered over the send button for half a moment, but in the end he didn't press it. Instead, he accidentally deleted it and retyped a sentence.

He almost pressed send, but Zhou Luo still paused.

Damn, what did he type just now?Isn't it crazy.

Zhou Luo felt unreasonably upset for a while, turned off the phone and threw it aside, not wanting to care about it.

The sofa in the apartment was very spacious, and Zhou Luo nestled in it, feeling very comfortable.

Perhaps the illness during the day consumed too much physical strength, and he gradually felt his upper and lower eyelids start to fight, the sound effects of horror movies in his ears became more and more blurred, and his consciousness fell into the darkness of unconsciousness.

When Xiao Li opened the door of the apartment, he was unexpectedly stopped by the unturned living room light.

He doesn't like to drink, but he still had a few drinks tonight, and got the words out of the excited-eyed Director Li.

It was already one o'clock in the night, and he originally planned to go back to his home in the city, but Zhao Yi drove the car when he went back, and he directly sent him back to Zhou Luo's apartment by default.

When he opened the door of the apartment, he subconsciously relaxed his movements. Out of politeness, he didn't want to wake up the sleeping people.

But unexpectedly, the light in the living room was on.

For Xiao Li, this is not a common thing.Most of the time, he was greeted by a dark, quiet room when he came home.

It's something he's been used to for more than 20 years.

So when he found the gentle light shining over, he paused slightly with his hand on the doorknob, and for a moment suspected that he had gone to the wrong room.

His gaze was fixed on the sleeping person curled up on the sofa.

The young man slept peacefully, his forehead hair scattered on his eyebrows, and his eyelashes were tightly closed.He clasped his knees tightly with his hands, tilted his neck slightly, and leaned on the armrest of the sofa, exhaling and breathing peacefully.

Xiao Li's brows moved slightly, and then he stepped lightly and approached slowly.

"what--"

Even though the speaker was turned down very softly, Xiao Li was still taken aback by the sudden shrill female voice.

He turned his head and saw an unknown domestic horror movie with an underworld filter on the TV.

Xiao Li: "..."

He looked at the picture on TV, and then at Zhou Luo who was sleeping soundly curled up on the sofa, and was speechless for a moment.

Being able to fall asleep in front of this kind of film is not his greatest skill, the most amazing thing is that he still didn't wake up after the sudden scream just now.

Xiao Li approached him, and noticed that he was vaguely holding the phone in his hand.

Xiao Li stretched out his hand and tried to take out the phone, planning to find a way to send him back to his room to sleep.

Xu Zhou Luo accidentally touched the fingerprint button of the mobile phone not long ago, and now the screen of the mobile phone is on.

Xiao Li glanced at it casually, and saw his WeChat avatar on the screen out of the corner of his eye.

His gaze turned back, and the hand he wanted to master stopped in mid-air.

He saw that the mobile phone had been stuck on the WeChat chat box with himself, and there was a line of text in the input box that had not yet been sent.

Xiao Li's eyes fixed on that line, and the emotion in his eyes moved slightly.

"Are you coming back tonight?"

The author says:

——Caring Luo Zai——

latest comment:

【Didn't you say that you have collaborated with Director Li in a movie before? How come this chapter has no collaboration. 】

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13. Family Banquet

——Meet the parents——

Xiao Li's eyes stayed on that line for a long time, his expression was dim.

"boom!"

Once again, the horror film reached its climax, and now there were more people screaming, and the screams overlapped, and the volume was very impressive.

Zhou Luo, who was about to enter a deep sleep, was finally awakened, and his upper body bounced up: "Damn!"

The sentence Fragrant blurted out, and Zhou Luo was even more frightened.

Xiao Li was standing next to him, casting a shadow against the light, under the shadow he could be seen looking at him expressionlessly with his head down.

Considering his current personality, Zhou Luo's second sentence "fuck" was swallowed back, and he trembled in shock: "You... what are you doing?"

Up for a live horror movie? ?

Is it too scary? ?

Xiao Li turned around with a calm expression, "Go back to the bedroom and sleep."

Zhou Luo sat upright with his upper body, and swallowed back his heart that was so frightened that it was about to jump into his throat.

Unexpectedly, this domestic horror movie didn't scare him, Xiao Li, a big living person, scared him half to death.

Zhou Luo yawned while touching the phone, and felt guilty when he saw the WeChat box on the home page, quickly deleted the unsent messages, and retreated to the phone desktop.

It's past one o'clock at night, so late.

Zhou Luo was a little surprised that Xiao Li would come over so late, and then suddenly smelled a faint smell of alcohol and cigarettes in the air, and realized something.

So Xiao Li went to entertain the banquet, and it is only now that the show is over.

Zhou Luo's heart moved inexplicably, and even he himself didn't know what kind of mood it was.

Xiao Li changed his clothes, went to the bathroom, saw Zhou Luo still in a daze on the sofa in the living room, and said, "Go to sleep?"

Zhou Luo quickly stood up and turned to look at him: "Let's go."

Before he moved, he caught a glimpse of Xiao Li's changed shirt and put it in the laundry basket by the bathroom, and proactively stepped forward to pick up the basket: "I'll put it in the washing machine for you."

Zhou Luo is not tall now, just over 1.7 meters tall, and his body is small, holding a huge dirty laundry basket, he can hardly see his face, only half of the top of his head is visible.

Xiao Li looked at him and coughed lightly: "I have to wash all my clothes by hand."

"Uh..." Zhou Luo put down the dirty laundry basket in embarrassment, touched the tip of his nose, a little worried, "Then I'll wash it for you tomorrow, it's too late now."

Xiao Li looked at the miscellaneous hair on his head, coughed again, and said calmly: "Auntie will come to wash it tomorrow."

"It's okay, it should be." Zhou Luo said positively, "It's a matter of washing your clothes..."

What is it, Zhou Luo got stuck for a moment.

It feels like everything is being overly deliberate.

Seeing that he was stammering and unable to continue, Xiao Li turned around and couldn't hide the smile in his tone: "Go to sleep."

Xiao Li approached the bathroom, leaving Zhou Luo thinking about life outside the door.

He seemed to be laughing at himself just now? ?

Zhou Luo was shocked.

Looking back, it seems that I haven't seen Xiao Lixiao until now.But he could see that this man was not pretending to be cold, but really unhappy.

Every day, every moment, there seems to be something very heavy on his mind, which makes him unable to feel relaxed and happy from the bottom of his heart.

Although Zhou Luoda could be a flower of interpreting language like many canaries, but after all, he never probed into Xiao Li's mind once.

Because he himself has many things on his mind that he doesn't want others to know.

Zhou Luo sighed, turned and went back to the bedroom.

Just hugging the dirty clothes basket, Xiao Li's clothes not only smelled faintly of alcohol, but also had a vague but not negligible smell of perfume.

It's not Xiao Li's own mint cedar, nor is it any kind of masculine fragrance, it's a sweet and even cloying floral and fruity fragrance.

Zhou Luo rubbed his nose, trying to clear the memory of this aroma from his mind.

Lying on the bed, turning off the lights, everything around me fell into darkness and silence again.

He vaguely heard voices from the living room.