Schrodinger love

However, the reality was cruel, he broke the door of others, and locked himself by the way.

Wen Sui bent down to pick up the doorknob that fell from the ground, and pressed it on the empty keyhole, the more anxious he was, the more he made a mistake.

He was a little annoyed and ashamed, and his actions became more irritable.

In the three years since Jiang An left, the two of them did not contact each other according to the original agreement with their parents.

Jiang An did it, and he did it, really not once, both parties kept their promises.

But when waking up from the dream about Jiang An countless times, Wen Sui also thought about reuniting.

He has practiced the opening line a thousand or eight hundred times, he looks like a fool, he even boasted to Ji Xiaoyu before, but now he is more cowardly than a sea turtle.

"I can fix it." The voice was dull and not in high spirits.

Jiang An was also simmering with anger, and finally found a dormitory again, little bastard, ran twice in a row.

He half leaned against the edge of the stairs, slightly raised his eyes, quietly watching him doing futile work.

The white neck in front of him was hooked down, and the light blue blood vessels were faintly visible.The thumb unconsciously pinched the tip of the index finger, leaving a sharp mark.

He knew Wen Sui too well, and he was usually bad at stabbing, but when he really felt that he made a mistake, he would make such subconscious little moves.

The last time I saw this scene in my mind was when the diary was spread out and glowed coldly under the white woven lamp.

At that time, the child who was about to turn fifteen, his white index finger was almost bleeding from a pinch, looking cruel and shocking.

Nothing has changed.

In the end, he still couldn't bear it, Jiang An quickly walked over and snatched the doorknob from him: "Don't do it, I'll find someone to fix it later."

Wen Sui gave a low hum, without any arrogance: "I'm sorry, I broke the door of your dormitory."

"It was broken before you came." Jiang An lost his temper completely, and patiently made a rescue.

Wen Sui's pent-up anger eased: "I said, it will fall off when you touch it, Lin Daiyu is not as delicate as her."

The white woven lamp in the center of the room was turned on by Jiang An, and the dim light suddenly brightened.

He turned his head sideways, his eyes fell on the person, the silver hair was a little messy blocking it, and a very shallow scar appeared at the end of the eyebrow of his right eye, which still left a scar after all.

In the past, the Wen family had strict control over the two children. When the two of them sneaked out, every time Wen Sui bumped into each other, they had to do everything possible to cover up their wounds.

Probably due to the natural constitution, it is too easy to leave traces, and once discovered, education will inevitably be given.

If you want to talk about being delicate, Young Master Wen takes the second place, no one dares to take the first place.

Feeling the other party's gaze, Wen Sui thought he was silently complaining about his newly dyed hair, and somehow felt guilty.

He pushed his baseball cap back hard, and moved two steps to the side stiffly.

Then the problem came, the door couldn't be opened, so he had to beg for nothing and stay in the other person's room.

Who is it that said you went to the wrong door?Wen Sui wanted to slam his head against the white wall next to him and die.

"You find someone to fix it now."

"Not urgent."

Well, just two words, the road is blocked.

Wen Sui raised the point: "What if the other roommates can't come in?"

Jiang An glanced at him, and slowly emphasized: "You are the only one."

Wen Sui was shocked: "You already knew?"

Jiang An pointed to the darkened mobile phone screen with his chin: "I just finished talking with Auntie the housekeeper."

"........."

No, I'm just being nice to others, you even wrote down the phone number?

In order to change the house, he did everything he could. Now that he has heard the bad news, he must have made a mistake.

With a little rebellious mentality, Wen Sui lay down on the stool next to him with a shattered expression on his face: "Yes, that's right, my eyes have healed again."

Jiang An hummed, turned around and walked to the bed, and hung up the half-packed clothes on his own.

Wen Sui snorted lightly, his heart felt like a large sponge soaked in water, not very happy.

The phone rang, and he took it out to check. It was Ji Xiaoyu's repeated bombing messages.

[Play with me online, intend to chat privately]: Dad, that idiot Qin Siyang from No. [-] High School used to go to Beijing University. Did this guy worship Buddha or wasted money? This time he did well in the exam...

[Play with me online, chat privately with me]: By the way, I asked you about it, my uncle is really there

Wen Sui automatically ignored the previous sentence: I know, I just met, a dormitory

[Play with me online, chat privately if you want]:? ? ?That dream is so evil?Have you secretly converted to Buddhism behind my back?

[Play online, chat privately if you want]: By the way, jiangan0304, his new WeChat account, thank you

Wen Sui stared at the string of letters in a daze, but did not move for a long time.

When Jiang An left, he didn't take his phone with him, and his contact information was forced to be deleted.Originally, the two did not misunderstand, but now that they meet again, adding them back is not a big deal.

It's just that after three years, things have changed and people have changed. Even if he tried to restore the relationship to the way it used to be, he found that he couldn't find the place where he thought it was easy.

Jiang An's suffering outside the past few years is real, in the final analysis, he cannot escape the responsibility.

Ji Xiaoyu saw that he hadn't replied to the message for a while, so he sent another one talking to himself.

[Playing with him online, intending to chat in private]: So, you hold his head and make up?

[Do Not Disturb]: Before I had time, I broke the doorknob first

[Playing with me online, intending to chat in private]: Fuck, intense... Maybe there was a fight, to be honest, it's not your fault

[Do Not Disturb]: He thinks too much, he is too lazy to talk to me

[Playing with me online, intending to chat privately]: My uncle is so cold, maybe he is waiting for you, if not now, when will he be! !

Wen Sui's two long legs, which had no place to rest, were wide open, and he looked up at the nape of his neck that was exposed beyond the neckline.

With a bunch of weird thoughts in his head, he habitually raised his hand, and clasped his wrist forcefully in that direction with his hand hanging in the air.

Jiang An happened to turn his head around, caught him straight, and raised his eyebrows silently, looking like a fool.

Wen Sui: "..."

His smooth life has all fallen on this person.

"I'm practicing shooting." Forced to make up.

"The posture is not standard." The other party retorted.

Wen Sui wanted to smack him on the forehead with the trophy of the high school basketball league, but after three years, his brother has become more powerful.

He got up suddenly, dragged his luggage and put it on the next bunk: "I sleep in this bed."

Jiang An looked up at him for a moment, then said casually, "It's no surprise that you sleep in my bed."

Wen Sui: "..."

I'm afraid that no one will know if you kill me in the middle of the night.

The room fell silent again. Wen Sui was not a particularly rowdy person, but he was definitely not quiet either.

When I was with Jiang An every day, most of the time I was talking, laughing, or provoking trouble, and that person always had a calm and world-weary face.

But from the subtle expressions, he can easily detect the difference between different moods.

Now that he has cultivated Taoism and become a fairy, Wen Sui can't see it at all.

With a wooden face, he tied the quilt core and quilt cover together messily, pulling both sides and shaking vigorously.The young master is used to being served on weekdays, and his housework skills are basically zero, but now he only asks for help outside the court, and he is not willing to give in.

When it was difficult to make the bed and put the clothes in the closet, I looked at the time and it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

Wen Sui was covered in sweat, so he took a set of pajamas and went into the bathroom to take a shower. When he came out again, there was a big smell of hot pot in the room.

Jiang An sat in front of the small table in the center, with a few insulation boxes in front of him.As soon as the lid was lifted, a big gust of hot air came out, and it looked like it was all my favorite food.

Wen Sui was so greedy, he turned his head and glanced at the dormitory door: "Is the door repaired?"

"No."

"Then you takeaway..." Jumped out of the rock?

Jiang An half leaned on the back of the chair, and slowly took apart the disposable chopsticks: "I bought it after the report."

The posture is calm, the gestures are gestures, and the bare | shows off naked.

Wen Sui was slightly taken aback, always feeling that something was not quite right, this door was so fucking broken at the wrong time.

Such an unpredictable prophet specially installed an insulated box, so Jiang An must have broken it on purpose, right?

What is he plotting?In the evening, you are in the mood to play escape room for two?

Before I could figure it out, my stomach growled quite appropriately.

He looked at the red soup covered with chili, and his throat rolled: "Aren't you unable to eat spicy food?"

Jiang An politely picked up a piece of meat: "You can do it now."

"..." OK, kung fu is good.

Wen Sui stared at him and ate for a while, surrounded by the aroma, as if he had passed through the [-]th hell.

Between hunger and suffering, he deeply comprehended a truth, what are you doing when you are frozen, you have to be able to speak when you have a mouth.

He stared at the other party's red lips, and slowly organized his words: "Kong Rong let Li's story know."

Jiang An didn't raise his head, he chewed and swallowed: "Speak well."

Hey, it's really easy to chat to death without a sense of humor.

Wen Sui tugged at his neckline which was soaked in water, and went straight to the point: "Can I have some, I didn't have dinner."

Jiang An raised his eyes, and was inadvertently dazzled by the whiteness, probably because he scratched it twice during the bath, leaving a few very light red marks interlaced at the collarbone.

Obviously so squeamish, wandering around on the court every day, she didn't see the slightest tan.

Seeing that there was no response, Wen Sui raised his eyebrows, whether to give or not, you can say something.

Jiang An closed his eyes again: "Hold the chopsticks by yourself."

"Thank you..." Wen Sui paused, swallowed the word "brother", pulled the stool away and sat across from him.

I don't know if Jiang An is still happy to hear this title now, but he has a short mouth, so he decided to shut up.

I don't know which hot pot I ordered, it's very authentic, and it tastes very similar to the restaurant that Wucheng and the others used to go to.Of course, Jiang An couldn't eat spicy food at that time, so they usually ordered mandarin duck hot pot, half of it for each person.

Entering the food, the mood of being depressed all day was completely smoothed out, Wen Sui lazily stepped on the edge of the stool with one foot, eating to his heart's content.

Comparing the two, at first glance, Jiang An looks more like the pampered young master.

A certain poor-quality young master ate half full, put his grievances behind him for the time being, and praised with great satisfaction: "Sister Huang's hot pot tastes like this, you are very good at finding meal replacements."

"That one closed down the year before last."

"Closed...closed? Business is not very good."

"The east wall was demolished."

"Demolition?"

"A society ruled by law paid him tens of millions."

"Get rich directly and become a demolition generation, that's it."

"Later allin the virtual currency and lost everything."

"........."

Wen Sui stopped the hand that clamped the meat, his pupils were shocked, can anyone know this kind of inside story?

Jiang An glanced at him jokingly, and said slowly, "It's still so easy to deceive."

Wen Sui stared back speechlessly, with a provocative expression.

He felt that he was really not stupid, and even said that he was quite smart, otherwise he wouldn't be able to get the number one in the college entrance examination.

But it's probably just one thing and one thing. From childhood to adulthood, I have been tricked by Jiang An countless times, but I fell for it easily, and I am so angry.

Forget it, anyway, there are all my favorite foods in front of me, and I don't have the same knowledge as him.

Jiang An ignored the knife-like gaze from the opposite side, raised his hand and rubbed his stomach slowly a few times, and his peripheral vision fell on the little silver hair on the opposite side that was about to explode.

Just a casual joke, but it is much more vivid than the noble and glamorous look just entering the door.

After dinner, Wen Sui was very discerning and helped to clean up the table, and cleaned the vacuum flask.

After finishing these, the hair is almost dry.Reunited after a long absence, after all, it's not like before, talking all the time and simply going to sleep.

On this point, the person on the bed agreed quite a bit, and turned off the headlight in the center, leaving only a small halo beside the bed.

Wen Sui remembered the broken door, and reminded vaguely under the quilt: "Remember to ask someone to fix the lock."

I don't know if it's an illusion, but this time the response seemed to be with a smile: "Got it."

In the new environment, Wen Sui's sleep quality was not very good, and he was a bit picky about his bed, sleeping very lightly.Half-dream and half-awake, I heard rustling sounds from the door, like metal colliding, or like a cat's paw scratching the wall.

He didn't pay much attention to it, he rolled over in a quilt, and continued to sleep with his eyes closed in a daze.

After a while, the door squeaked, as if being blown open by the wind, and then gently closed again.

Wasn't the door lock broken? This small movement shocked Wen Sui to wake up completely.

Fuck, isn't this 404 really haunted?

He pursed his lips, half-closed his eyelids and looked at the lower bunk on the opposite bed, it was empty.

His head was still facing the direction of the door, and before he turned his head, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his back.

Evil door, you have to get up and have a look.

Wen Sui sang the national anthem silently in his heart, got up slowly, stepped on his slippers and moved slowly towards the door.

It was late at night, and there was no light in the room, and it was completely dark. In the haze, only a thick black mist could be seen at the door, like a figure.

Young Master Wen, who prides himself on being fearless, is really a little frightened this time.

He raised his hand cautiously, and stretched out towards the black shadow, passing through it unexpectedly, and touched the well-defined muscle texture.

My God, he is still a male ghost who is diligent in training, and the underworld has become so introverted these days.

Wen Sui suddenly gathered his five fingers, and pressed the unknown object back with fierce force: "Who?"

"Me." Jiang An snorted, put the screwdriver in his hand into his pocket, and destroyed the evidence.

It's just that the back was almost injured internally by the blow just now, and the strength was quite strong.

Wen Sui flicked on the switch of the headlight, and let out a long breath: "Playing secret escape at night?"

"Am I sick?" After three years of not seeing each other, Jiang An felt that he was a bit confused about the pulse of the other party.

"Didn't you hear the sound of the door opening just now? Ghosts like to go out for a stroll in the middle of the night."

"No, I just came out of the bathroom."

The toilet is on the side of the dormitory, so it can't be that it came from there. I still have a sense of this location.

So, if the voice I just heard was not from Jiang An, who else could it be?

The back that had just been relaxed quickly tensed again, Wen Sui lowered his voice: "...then did you hear the rustling movement? I heard that 404 is a bit mysterious..."

His ears were itchy from being scratched by the air sound, Jiang An turned his head, hooked the red rope around his neck and shook it casually: "I have this, to ward off evil spirits."

Wen Sui squinted his eyes, his heart was greatly shocked, a shabby talisman obviously didn't match this brother's temperament.

He is sure that Jiang An has changed a lot in the past few years, and he has been wearing this town house gadget at a young age.

But let's not talk about gods and ghosts, looking at his calm expression, maybe this talisman really works.

Wen Sui quickly licked his dry lips, wanting a little.

However, it seems that they haven't recovered the relationship that can share the talisman.

Jiang An met his straight gaze: "You have to be afraid, I'll sell it to you."

"I'm afraid..." Wen Sui hadn't finished speaking, he lowered his head and took off the amulet, put it on directly, and clicked out a QR code with one hand.

It's smooth and smooth, and it's done in one go, just like a profiteer who buys and sells by force.

He regained his composure and stared down at the black and white QR code, which was Jiang Anxin's WeChat account.

"You don't know that you can scan the QR code to transfer money?"

"I didn't bind the card, and I will spend money to bring you with me in the future, so you can get it for me."

An understatement of a sentence makes people feel sour.

Jiang An High School was sent to a fully closed private school, a cave dweller isolated from the world, and the school card solved everything, so there was really no need to bind the card.

Asking him to buy for you sounds like a lot of back and forth, but adding WeChat and liking it is the first step in restoring contact.

Wen Sui sighed, unbuttoned his pajamas, and stuffed the talisman into the neckline: "Okay, how much?"

Jiang An stared into his eyes and said thoughtfully, "Four thousand two."

"........."

What has his brother been through in the past few years?

Shashu's business ability is very skilled.

The author has something to say: Scheming 1: With 5 yuan at a time, I can see him 840 times

0 with clear thinking: pure killing familiarity!