Every night, there are always a few piaos knocking on the door

Luo Weiyu naturally hugged Han Jiyong's waist.The muscles in the hand that touched it visibly tensed.Luo Weiyu let go of her hand in embarrassment.

Han Jiyong shook his hand, "Let's sleep..."

Luo Weiyu smiled, "Well, I have to go to school tomorrow, go to sleep."

Han Jiyong said "En", hesitated for a moment, and stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around his waist.

midnight.

The clock was ticking.

Disturbing lucid dream.

Han Jiyong turned over, and by the moonlight, stared at Luo Weiyu with almost greedy eyes.

For a long time, the dream that I dare not touch is now close in front of my eyes...

He held his breath, leaned close to Luo Weiyu, quietly, almost reverently, and gently kissed his forehead.

Luo Weiyu frowned slightly.

Han Jiyong trembled all over, his breathing stagnated.

Luo Weiyu groaned softly, "En... Zhaohong..."

It was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on his head.

Han Jiyong covered his mouth, holding back the tears that were about to burst out of his eyes.

Why forget...why forget...why forget!

Luo Weiyu suddenly opened his eyes.

He frowned, "Yong'er? Why are you crying?"

Han Jiyong shook his head vigorously.

Luo Weiyu rubbed her temples in distress, "Do you not like this place?"

Han Jiyong shook his head lightly.

Luo Weiyu stroked his hair, "Otherwise... from tomorrow, you should sleep alone, will you get used to it?"

Han Jiyong was stunned for a long time, nodded and said softly: "Okay."

Early the next morning, just after six o'clock, Qingkong got up early, went outside to buy some soy milk and fried dough sticks, and brought back a few bags of vegetables by the way.

When he came back, the two neighbors had already woken up.Ling Chuan failed to get up and is restarting.

Qing Kong looked up at the clock, it was almost seven o'clock.He divided half of the soy milk fried dough sticks in his hand and handed them to Luo Weiyu, "Isn't it too late? Take these and eat them on the road."

Luo Weiyu thanked her, took the things, and dragged Han Jiyong who had just washed up to leave the door.

Qing Kong sat on the wreckage of the sofa outside the house for a while, waited and waited but did not wait for Ling Chuan to go out, so he walked over and pushed the door open.

The guy in the room was lying on the bed stretched out, lying straight into a big character.

Ling Chuan smashed his mouth, stretched out his hand and rubbed his stomach.The wide hem of the clothes was lifted up, exposing the well-defined muscles on the waist.

Qing Kong was stunned for a moment, went in and sat by the bed.

Ling Chuan was still sleeping, sleeping without any sense of crisis.

Qingkong leaned over and kissed him on the lips.

Ling Chuan frowned, turned over and went back to sleep.

Qingkong shook his head helplessly, and just as he was about to get up, he heard Ling Chuan's cell phone ring.

Ling Chuan turned back in a daze, took the phone, swiped and opened the screen, glanced sleepily, "Hello?"

"..."

Their faces were less than five centimeters apart.

Eyes wide open.

Ling Chuan blushed and turned his head, "Hello? Oh, oh, Guang Moyang... um... what?!!!!!!"

Qingkong couldn't help laughing when he saw that his initially lively expression suddenly faded to ashes.

Ling Chuan hung up the phone, sighed, wiped his face with his hand, and stood up.

Looking at his dazed expression, Qing Kong was a little worried, "What's wrong?"

Ling Chuan shook his head, turned around and walked to the toilet.

Then there was the sound of running water inside.

Qing Kong walked into the living room and shouted inside: "Come out to eat after you wash up!"

Ling Chuan had already moved to the washstand, holding a toothbrush and mouthwash cup in his hand, his mouth was full of foam, and he said vaguely: "Got it!"

Three to five minutes later, Ling Chuan ran out of the house, even changing his clothes.

Ling Chuan hurriedly put the fried dough sticks into his mouth, his words were still vague: "Ang Ang received a notice today..." Ling Chuan swallowed the fried dough sticks in his mouth with great effort, and said very fast: "Customer Change the requirements, I'm going to the company to see...you...are you staying at home?"

Qing Kong turned around and took a tissue to wipe the corner of his mouth, "Eat slowly. I'll go out later to get something. Pick you up at night?"

Ling Chuan shook his head vigorously, "Farewell, please go. I'm leaving too." Then he put on his backpack, took a cup of Du soy milk and left.

Qing Kong sat in the house for a long time and left.

There is a saying that to kill a programmer, you don't need a gun, you only need to change the customer's requirements three times...

Ling Chuan counted on his fingers, he was about to die twice to change customer requirements...

At noon, Ling Chuan bitterly drank soup, gnawed on steamed buns and stared at the computer dizzily.

In the morning, my father called and said that something happened on the winding road in Yilin Mountain outside the city and asked him to go and take a look.But...but...

Damn, I changed the customer's demand for wool for no reason! ! ! ! ! !

He felt that a large area of ​​his brain cells were going to die!fall! (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

Ling Chuan lay dying in front of the computer desk.

A can of chicken soup suddenly appeared in front of my eyes.

Ling Chuan jumped up all of a sudden, "Oh, Guang Moyang, it's you!"

A man in a white shirt with gold-rimmed glasses leaned against the partition next to his desk, looking at him with a smile.

Ling Chuan was speechless in his heart.Tsk tsk, just looking at the appearance, no one would think that this is an elite white-collar worker, but who would have thought that this is actually a hard-working otaku programmer!

Guang Moyang looked him up and down for a while, "What's wrong? You are like a little sun, why did it turn off today?"

Ling Chuan lay down again, complaining: "I'm so tired..."

Guang Moyang pushed his glasses, "Tell me something fun?"

Ling Chuan sat up all of a sudden, regaining his energy, "What? Who is unhappy? Tell me to make me happy!"

Guang Moyang laughed, "Didn't the artist next door take a cartoon of a public service advertisement before? He drew an overturned cart of sand... Then the client asked him to change the cart of sand into a cart of oranges. "

"...233333333333333" o(*≥▽≤)ツ┏━┓[Slapping the table and laughing!]

"..." Guang Moyang looked at him helplessly and laughed.

All smiles, work still needs to be done.

Ever since I became a programmer, there is no such thing as working overtime... what?Is overtime a godsend?Continuing to work after get off work is called overtime?But... programmers really don't have the idea of ​​working overtime!No no no, no kidding! ……What?Why do you ask?Well... of course it's because they don't even have time to get off work ╮(￣▽￣)╭

Ling Chuan scrolled through Weibo in a joyous way, posted a random post, and continued typing codes.

The claw machine at hand started "buzzing".

Ling Chuan frantically grabbed it, and the phone fell to the ground with a "crack".

Ling Chuan grinned in distress, and quickly picked up the phone.

Swipe open the screen, there is a message on Weibo: What time do you leave work?I will pick you up.

Signed, Clear Sky.

Ling Chuan's face turned red all of a sudden, and he typed word by word, "I'm at Tianhong Building, No. 18 Xinyang Road, and I get off work at 5 o'clock..."

After thinking about it, I deleted it word by word and replaced it with three words: "No need."

He let out a long sigh, poked his fingers lightly and heavily on the keyboard, thinking in his mind—it would take about three to 10 minutes to drive to Yilin Mountain... How long will it take to come back...

Just thinking about it, the phone rang suddenly.

Ling Chuan was taken aback, and saw that it was an unfamiliar number.

He swiped open the screen, "Hi, hello."

Qing Kong's cold voice came from the other side of the phone, "At 5 o'clock, I will pick you up downstairs from your company."

"..." No, I decided on my own!fall!

"You can come out early if you want, I'm downstairs in your company now."

"!" Without such (ノへ￣,) [crying]

Ling Chuan didn't reply for a long time.Qing Kong sighed softly, "...Don't hide from me, I have serious business."

"...Oh. It's about Yilin Mountain, right...I see..."

"……kindness."

Ling Chuan hung up the phone and walked to the window.

The glass curtain wall reflects most of the light, and you can't see anything from the outside to the inside. On the contrary, you can see everything clearly from the inside—especially the lonely and indifferent person in the sun, dressed in black...

By the way, is it really not hot for you to wear black clothes in summer? !fall! (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

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Recently, Cavin has been inexplicably... Enenen, my friend expressed that he wants to see the plot of the case!So Xiao Jiu is going to start handling the case!Of course... With Xiao Jiu's IQ, I definitely can't write any difficult plots, but the criminals are basically cute A Piao and the little monster, so there is no such high IQ requirement... So... Well, Xiao Jiu Working hard!