flicker, then flicker

Chapter 31

When Yan Ming woke up early in the morning, his head felt a little heavy, and when he opened his mouth, his voice became hoarse.

Hearing his hoarse voice, Hang Zhe originally wanted to tease him, but after listening carefully, he found that there was still a nasal sound, and then he felt something was wrong.

"Have you adjusted the temperature?" Hang Zhe glanced at the air conditioner panel, turned around and touched Yan Ming's forehead, "Fortunately, no fever."

"Yeah," Yan Ming hummed, sniffling, "I saw you sweating in the middle of the night, so I lowered the temperature a bit."

Ever since he had surgery on his back, Hang Zhe has been more afraid of heat, and will get itchy when he sweats, but he didn't say this himself.

"You're implying that I'll sleep in a separate bed with you." Hang Zhe frowned, "Next time don't..."

Yan Ming was about to get out of bed, when he heard this, he paused, leaned over and kissed him on the lips, blocking his next words: "I'm telling you to hold me tighter when you sleep."

After confirming that the words were heard, Yan Ming let go of his hand, and before he got off the bed and took a step, the soles of his feet softened, and he fell back on the bed.

... This sore body is probably not a matter of catching a cold.

The two packed up and went downstairs, and met the sleepy Zhong Rui in front of the elevator.

"Morning," Zhong Rui yawned, and said to Yan Ming, who was also red-eyed, "You haven't slept all night either?"

"No, I fell asleep and fell asleep." After speaking, he felt that something was wrong, and Yan Ming carefully confirmed, "You...didn't sleep last night?"

Zhong Rui squeezed the center of his eyebrows, and was about to complain, when he saw the culprit walking from behind the two of them, he could only casually say: "Well, accept the bed."

Yan Ming and Hang Zhe looked at each other, not knowing whether to believe it or not.

Art walked up to the three of them, said good morning, then took out a mobile phone from his pocket and handed it to Zhong Rui.

"You left on the bedside table."

...Now I believe it, the bed is wronged.

Yan Ming and Hang Zhe looked at their noses, noses, and hearts to minimize their sense of presence. Fortunately, the elevator arrived at this time, and the four of them entered the elevator together. The sightseeing elevator was not big. Zhong Rui leaned on the railing behind him and looked out of the window, his eyelids straight heavy.

He didn't sleep well that night, if you really want to say it, you can't blame anyone else.

Last night when the group returned to the hotel, they clamored to continue playing in Art's room. Zhong Rui felt drowsy and said he wanted to leave the battle and go back to his room to sleep. He heard the door of the room opened halfway through his sleep, thinking it was fish balls coming back.

Afterwards, the sound of water in the bathroom was vaguely heard. After the sound of water stopped, Zhong Rui called out to Yuball. He woke up a little thirsty and asked Yuball to pour a glass of water for him.

There was the sound of water being poured into the cup in the dimness, followed by the sound of dull footsteps, Zhong Rui half got up and wanted to take the cup, but unexpectedly someone sat down beside his bed, held his back and handed the cup to him On the edge of his mouth, Zhong Rui took a sip in a daze, his eyes fell on the hand holding the cup, his slender fingers had distinct joints, Zhong Rui wanted to praise the claws of the fish ball in a daze, and he suddenly came back to realize that No, Yu Wan, a dead boy, wouldn't dare hug him like this to feed him.

The five senses and six senses returned to their original positions in an instant. Zhong Rui raised his hand subconsciously, and the cup fell to the ground with a bang. He only took a sip of the good glass of water, and fed the rest to the carpet.

"I'm sorry...ahem..." Zhong Rui woke up from choking, "No, why is it you, where is the fish ball?"

"They are sleeping in my room," Art ignored the cup that fell on the floor, and patted him on the back. He waited for him to calm down before he said, "I have nowhere to sleep."

Perhaps his tone was too upright, and his reason was too serious, so Zhong Rui curled his lips and said nothing.Art got up and cleaned up the floor, poured another glass of water and put it on the head of his bed, then turned off the light and lay down on another bed.

Zhong Rui was lying on his back with his eyes wide open. All of a sudden, he woke up from the wine and sleepiness.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhong Rui suddenly heard a sound from the bed next door, and Zhong Rui held his breath.

As if knowing that he was still awake, Art got up and put on his clothes, and said softly: "You sleep peacefully, I will open another room."

For a moment, Zhong Rui didn't want to understand what was going on. After he sorted out the causal relationship, Art had already walked to the door, and put his finger on the cold handle.

"You come back." Zhong Rui was so angry that he had a headache, "If you don't sleep at night, what are you doing?"

"No trouble," Art seemed to sigh, "I see you can't sleep."

"It's not easy to sleep when I'm woken up, it's not your business, it's yours."

Art obediently lay down again, closed his eyes and paid attention to the movement around him. He heard Zhong Rui's breathing slowed down, and he settled down. The man sat up and made him a proposal that was so wonderful that he couldn't refuse.

When the elevator landed, it shook slightly, and Zhong Rui's Piaoyuan thoughts were shaken back. His eyes were straight, his steps were vain, and he felt extremely regretful.

After breakfast, everyone went straight to the airport. The check-in clock quickly snatched the seat next to Yan Ming, and proudly waved the boarding pass in his hand to Hang Zhe.

"What the hell did you do last night?" Hang Zhe had no choice but to sit next to Art in the end.If the two of them really did something, he couldn't believe it 1 times, not to mention that Zhong Rui was soft on the surface, and Art didn't seem to be a character who would mess around, so the two of them worked all night, and they always It can't be to discuss poetry, poetry, and philosophy of life.

"Recovered all night." Art himself felt a little weird, Zhong Rui called him up last night, saying that since he couldn't sleep, why not come and do something meaningful.

The two carefully replayed the game that night. After watching it before dawn, they simply read the record of the match against their opponents in the next game.

Hang Zhe gave him a thumbs up in his heart, you two are really awesome.

Zhong Rui had a sound sleep on the plane, and when he woke up, he felt that his soul had come back, so he hurriedly returned his sister-in-law back with a smiling face, and asked the two of them to come out for dinner before parting.

"Let's see how many days of vacation you have." Hang Zhe hurriedly dragged Yan Ming away, for fear that his midnight convulsions would infect his children.

They parked their car in the airport parking lot before they came. Just as they got in the car and fastened their seat belts, Hang Zhe's phone vibrated in his pocket.

He glanced at where he belonged, and pressed mute directly.

Just as I was about to start the ignition, the phone buzzed again after being silent for two seconds.

Hang Zhe still wanted to press the mute button, but stopped after touching the side button with his finger. This time it was a local number.

He picked up the phone, and an uncertain question came from the other end: "Hang Zhe?"

"It's me, are you...?" The voice Hang Zhe sounded familiar, but he wasn't sure if it was the one he thought of.

"I'm Qi Shihan, and there's a shortage of people for a variety show at the end of next month, do you want to come?" Qi Shihan spoke quickly, and without waiting for his answer, he continued, "Just the one you usually broadcast. There is a show for the game, and my team is short of someone, so I will report your name, and your sister will talk to you about the specific content later."

Hang Zhe has never seen such an unreasonable person. He asked him "whether you want to come" in the last sentence, and said that he had already reported it in the next sentence. They didn't intend to listen to his answer at all.

"Then thank you." Hang Zhe had no choice but to thank him. He was busy, and he became more popular, but not to the point where he would not be able to spare time by the end of next month.

The other party didn't answer or hang up the phone, so Hang Zhe could only politely ask if there was anything else.

"I'm sorry to say that about you last time." Qi Shihan seemed to have made up his mind, and it took him a long time to hold back these few words, "But if it were you, you would think that way, wouldn't you?"

Hang Zhe felt that the other party might not be willing to listen to the truth, so he could only lightly say that it's okay, don't take it to heart.

Qi Shihan emphasized again not to arrange anything at the end of next month, and then hung up the phone.

"What's the matter?" Yan Ming listened strangely. The person who spoke at the other end obviously had a bad tone, but Hang Zhe actually said thank you to him.

"It's okay, I have a job."

"Actually, you can take less work," Yan Ming thought about his words, rubbing his fingers lightly on the seat belt, "We both have enough money, and there is nothing that needs money, so you don't have to work so hard."

"Okay, I see." Hang Zhe responded with a smile.

"Be serious, let's get down to business," Yan Ming stretched out his hand to level the corners of his upturned mouth, and said seriously, "Brother Yan still has some family background, it's not a problem to support you, even if you stay at home and be Mrs. Yan, it doesn't matter."

Hang Zhe took advantage of the opportunity to grab his hand, kissed his palm, and said with a smile: "I will be your brother at night, and Mrs. Yan during the day. I have worked very hard."

... No, what you say on the bed can still be used to make fun of people? !

After returning home, Yan Ming went to work for a week with a cold, and when he got off work on Friday, he was notified that he had to come back the next day.

"If you don't want to go, don't go." Hang Zhe pressed the alarm clock, picked him up from the bed, Yan Ming sat up and lay back in two seconds, Hang Zhe simply covered him with the quilt, pinched his fingers to unlock the phone , "I'll help you ask for leave."

"Don't make trouble," Yan Ming withdrew his hand, closed his eyes and said, "I'll lie down for another 5 minutes, and you help me watch the time."

Five minutes later, Hang Zhe was hesitating whether to wake him up, Yan Ming sat up by himself, seeing that Hang Zhe was about to get up, he hurriedly held him down.

"You continue to sleep." Yan Ming lowered his head and rubbed against his neck twice, "I'm going out to make money, so stay at home and wait for me to come back."

Hang Zhe was amused by him, and raised his hand to rub the back of his head: "Get up quickly, if you rub against me again, I won't let you go."

Yan Ming quickly got off the bed, afraid that this man would not let him go if he did what he said.

After he left, Hang Zhe didn't sleep anymore. He got up to take a shower and was going to go out to buy food in a while. He obediently acted as Mrs. Yan and prepared lunch for him.

After taking a shower and turning off the water, Hang Zhe heard the door opening outside, and walked out while putting on his coat.

"What did you forget?"

The answer was the sound of the key falling into the tray. The owner of the key turned around, revealing a well-groomed gentle face, which looked a bit like Yan Ming.

The most important thing is that Hang Zhe has seen this person before. Just last week, in this community, Hang Zhe was still licking his face and calling him "sister".

Hang Zhe finally understood that what brother Yan said was a bit of a family background, how could there be a way.

He also understood what Yan Ming didn't say that night, what happened.

The author has something to say: Sorry for the interruption for a week, I didn’t touch the computer at home this week, and I will change it three times next week.