flicker, then flicker

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In the middle of the night, there was a faint red and white light on the pitch-black platform. The light was blurred, and two faces were illuminated on the edge. If someone passed by at this time, they would be scared to death.

"What are you photographing?" One of them suppressed his voice, afraid of waking up others, "What about the face? You can use it to slap my face!"

...You put your face together with the thing underneath, and you don't think it's disgusting?

The person being scolded was angry in his heart, but he couldn't show it on his face: "Captain Dong, it's not just your face. I also took pictures of their faces. Look, they both look pretty good, huh?"

"Hello, sir! You have another one?" Dong Mingqi couldn't help but reach out and give him a head, "What's the use of filming them, do you want me to fuck a third-line anchor? Or go to hack that who doesn't know where to come out?" people?"

The man scratched his head embarrassingly, curled his lips and did not dare to reply.

"No," Dong Mingqi pinched the cigarette in his hand, tapped his phone a few times irritably, and sent the photo to his phone, "Tell me, you can't do this well, so you can't take a video? Come back slowly Isn’t it good to take slow screenshots, it’s not spiritual at all.”

Why be spiritual about this kind of thing?The owner of the mobile phone was MMP in his heart, and he still had to smile on his face: "Isn't this the mobile phone's battery is running out? Don't worry, Team Dong. Although you don't have a straight face, look at the clothes and body shape, people with long eyes can see it. It works better and looks real, don't you think?"

"Okay," Dong Mingqi didn't want to worry about it anymore, "This matter is troublesome to you. The first team will have a vacant position during the transfer period, and I will ask you to come up at that time."

If there is another season.

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Arriving home too late, Hang Zhe packed up two suitcases, and planned to pack and transport the rest when the moving company came tomorrow.Lying on the bed and closing his eyes, drinking just the right amount of wine did not make him fall asleep quickly, but instead reminded him of an hour ago, someone was docile and obedient nestled in his arms without any defenses, murmuring and refusing to reveal anything when he was awake. Half-word attachment.Hang Zhe suspects that bubbles will be produced when alcohol is metabolized. They appear in his mind out of thin air, grow from small to large, rise slowly, and finally explode into a colorful field, adding a touch of charm to the original warm scene.

The little thought before going to bed didn't stop in the dream, going back and forth, making his heart itch, just when he decided to obey his heart for a while, a sudden knock on the door hit his heart, and woke him up.

"Sister." His heartbeat hadn't slowed down when he opened the door, and when he saw Hang Xiaoyun standing outside the door, Hang Zhe remembered asking his sister to borrow a car to move.

"How many times have I called you, sleeping so deeply?" Hang Xiaoyun entered the door, followed him into the bedroom, and suddenly stopped in his tracks. Could it be that he came at the wrong time?

Hang Zhe didn't realize that there was no one behind him, so he went back to the table and picked up his mobile phone. There were eight missed calls, three from his sister, and five from the same unknown number. He put it in his ear to answer the phone, but no one answered, so he had no choice but to give up. When he got dressed, he looked up and found that Hang Xiaoyun hadn't followed.

"Sister," Hang Zhe didn't realize what his sister was thinking, and went to wash up by himself, "wait for me, it's too late for Zhong Rui's birthday last night."

Hang Xiaoyun stood outside the door for a while, seeing no abnormality in Hang Zhe's movements, she realized that she was thinking too much, she went to the bedside to tidy up the bed for Hang Zhe, and said with emotion: "Xiao Rui has also grown up, these two years have passed They don’t ask me to play together on my birthday.”

There was a sound of water in the bathroom, and when Hang Zhe came out, there was still steam, and a few drops of water from his hair were sliding down his temples: "Who told you to give him chili sauce every year, and insisted that he not throw away after eating, he was afraid of you gone."

"What's wrong with the chili sauce?" Hang Xiaoyun rolled his eyes at him with exquisite eye makeup, "You can't eat spicy food now, I make so much, I can't waste it."

"Send it to your boss." Hang Zhe said casually.

"No," Hang Xiaoyun smiled wryly, "I don't want to find trouble for myself. My boss is so used to his parents that he doesn't look good. It's too difficult to serve."

"You are as worry-free as anyone." Hang Zhe took the box that was packed last night, "Let's go, move these over there first, the moving company will come in the afternoon, go and clean it first."

When he got downstairs, Hang Zhe subconsciously looked for his sister's red car, but saw Hang Xiaoyun pushing the box next to a black business car, opened the trunk and stuffed things into it. The box was also stuffed in.

"My car was borrowed by the boss," Hang Xiaoyun explained while giving him a hand. "He has to do some personal business, so it's inconvenient to drive his own car or the company car. I heard that I have to use the car today, so I changed it with me." This one."

Hang Xiaoyun closed the trunk door and sat in the driver's seat. The two chatted all the way. The car had just driven into Yan Ming's residential area. Hang Xiaoyun received a call from the boss and had to go back to the company.

"It's okay, you go back, drive slowly on the road." Watching Hang Xiaoyun turn around and drive out of the community, Hang Zhe pushed the box upstairs, and rang the doorbell for a long time, but there was no movement inside.

He called the agent, but no one answered.I looked through the chat history again, and the house number was correct. The agent left a message saying that the landlord would be waiting at home that day. Is this the end of the wait or has it not started at all?

Fearing that the doorbell would be disturbed by too many rings, Hang Zhe stood in the corridor for a while.

From the corridor, you can see the opposite side, two rows behind, and several floors up, you can see the windows of Yan Ming’s house. The straight-line distance between them is less than 500 meters now, compared to more than 500 kilometers three years ago. Almost negligible.

The phone was vibrating, Hang Zhe looked down and saw a message from Yan Ming, asking him if he was moving today and if he needed help.Not knowing when the landlord would come over, Hang Zhe gave Yan Ming the building number, and pushed two boxes downstairs.

As soon as he went downstairs, the phone rang again. Hang Zhe only took a look and remembered that it was the call he missed in the morning.

"Hang Zhe, is that right?" The other party's voice sounded like an old man, "I'm sorry, young man, I can't rent that house to you."

"...Why don't you rent it?" Hang Zhe felt like a bride who came to the door with a dowry. The sedan chair had just been carried to the door of the groom's house, but the other party said he would not marry.

The old man said at the other end: "My son returned to China suddenly. He was going to work abroad, but now he is fine. His girlfriend broke up with him, so he can only come back to find a job. Oh boy, this matter is really embarrassing ah."

"But we signed the contract and paid the money. My luggage has been moved to your door. It's inappropriate to say no rent at this time." Hang Zhe didn't bother to guess whether the other party said it was true or not. Your son can't stay here when he comes back , Certainly not going to sleep on the main road.

"Oh, young man, we really have no choice. Otherwise, I will pay you to find a place to live for a few days, and then find a house to rent, okay?"

"My house is only available until the end of the month. How about you help me find a two-bedroom house like yours."

"Aren't you embarrassing my old man? Let me tell you..."

The other party babbled, and Hang Zhe was upset when he heard it, and couldn't put his mouth in, so he frowned unconsciously.

It was at this time that Yan Ming appeared in his sight. The handsome young man had a bright yellow T-shirt on his upper body and black sports trousers on his lower body. He walked over leisurely with his hands in his pockets.

Hang Zhe's heart suddenly turned hot. His mother once said that a person's luck is a fixed number. If he loses a little here, he will naturally come back in other places in the future. Looking at the man in front of him, Hang Zhe felt that his mother was not deceiving him.

Yan Ming woke up in the morning and was still a little dazed. He didn't wake up until after taking a shower. The memory of last night was still in the moment when he got into the taxi. He sent a message to Hang Zhe, and after receiving the reply, he put on some clothes and went out. From a distance, I saw Hang Zhe talking on the phone. He was tall and tall, and he stood up better than others. It was just this posture. When Yan Ming approached, he saw his helpless face. It looked like... arguing?And still haven't won the fight?

Seeing himself, Hang Zhe hung up the phone and smiled miserably.

"The landlord said he would not rent it."

"what?"

Yan Ming had never seen this kind of coquettish operation before, and he was stunned for a moment: "Can this also mean that if you don't rent, you don't rent?"

"Well, it is said that the family members returned to China suddenly, so they have to keep it," Hang Zhe said helplessly, "I blamed me for not getting the keys in advance, so let's find an intermediary to deal with it later."

"Isn't it a bully?" Yan Ming didn't calm down, "Which one, give me the house number, and I'll help you find out what's going on. If he says you believe it, you're so easy to deceive."

"It's easy to lie without you." Hang Zhe hooked the corner of his mouth and rubbed his head, "Forget it, I'll send the things back first."

After walking a few steps with him, Yan Ming suddenly stopped: "How about...you stay at my house for a while?"

"It's fine if you find it inconvenient." It's not hypocritical, the other room in his house is relatively small, and there is not even a ready-made bed. "The room is too small, and the equipment you live broadcast may not be able to fit."

"It's probably enough to put the equipment, but," Hang Zhe looked at him and asked sincerely, "It's not enough to put the bed. Where are you going to let me sleep?"

The author has something to say: Brother Yue: I have a bold idea...

Xiao Ming: Think it over before you speak :)

Brother Yue: I sleep on the sofa: (

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