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After the red sunset, the dark night became thicker and thicker.

Ye Tinghe stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the lights in the courtyard tens of meters away, turned around and asked Lin Zhao, "How long are you going to rest here?"

"It won't be until next autumn at the latest."

"We have to wait for four seasons." Ye Tinghe sighed with emotion in a low voice.

He closed the curtains, took the hot drink that Lin Zhao handed him, and followed him, "It would be great if I could get there earlier."

The two agreed to watch a movie together in the evening and were heading to the screening room.

Hearing his words, Lin Zhao gradually stopped walking, the hand that pushed the door paused slightly, and he looked at Ye Tinghe: "That should not be good news for you."

"How do you know it's not?" Ye Tinghe met his gaze, slightly curved his eyebrows, and smiled almost slyly.

Lin Zhao didn't understand what he was thinking. On the day when he could go out, the news that "Lin Zhao is still there" would definitely cause an uproar in the public opinion. At that time, Ye Tinghe must be the most affected.

After entering the screening room, they tacitly stopped talking about the topic just now.

Ye Tinghe put the cup on the armrest of the sofa casually, walked to a pile of Blu-ray discs and flipped through the movies slowly.

Lin Zhao originally wanted to follow his will and not express any opinions, until he inadvertently took a look at the CD that Ye Tinghe had dug out, "The Shining", "Midnight Ring", "Human Skin Inn", "The Grudge" and "Blood" Midterm Exam"... came into his eyes.

Lin Zhao's expression became very complicated, he pursed his lips, stared at the back of Ye Tinghe's excited head, hesitant to speak.

But the person being stared at was ignorant, so he talked to him cheerfully: "I have wanted to watch ghost movies with others since I was in school, but unfortunately I have never had the chance. Today I finally have someone to accompany me."

Lin Zhao swallowed silently, and answered with difficulty: "...Really."

A chill rushed into the back of his neck, and he silently put his cold hands into the pocket of his coat.

Ye Tinghe compared in front of the shelf for a long time, finally chose "The Grudge", took out the disc and was about to put it into the player.

With a "bang", Lin Zhao somehow bumped into the cup on the armrest.

Ye Tinghe turned around, only to see that the drink was all spilled out, the carpet was in a mess, and the cup rolled to the corner of the sofa.

Lin Zhao himself stood up unexpectedly, "Ah, I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Ye Tinghe said.

He thought that Lin Zhao would clean up by himself, but he didn't expect that after apologizing, he sat back indifferently.

No wonder Ji Ge called him ancestor, Ye Tinghe thought to himself, sometimes this man really looks like a master.

Ye Tinghe doesn't like to clean up messes for others, but it's much better to think of Lin Zhao as a big cat that got into trouble—although Mao Mao made a mistake, but Mao Mao has already apologized, so there's nothing wrong with Mao Mao played.

He shook his head slightly, put down the disc, picked up the cup, took the initiative to clean up the mess and walked out.

When he came back, the movie had already started.

Ye Tinghe looked at Lin Zhao puzzled, not understanding why he didn't wait for him, then turned his head and saw an afterimage of a woman on the screen, she was whispering a monologue.

"I'm having a dream. In the dream, I only live for one second in my life. Have you ever seen a waterfall? With a splash, I was born, died, and put into a coffin in one second... I don't care about anyone, just like anyone doesn't care about me .This is my ideal life."

And the "The Grudge" that he put down was still on the small table. Obviously, the movie that was playing now was not the one he had chosen.

Ye Tinghe walked over, a little puzzled: "I just..."

Lin Zhao pretended not to know, and blinked innocently: "What's wrong?"

His eyes were shining brightly under the light and shadow, and he looked so sincere that one couldn't bear to criticize him for anything.

Ye Tinghe silently swallowed back what he was about to say, sat down beside Lin Zhao, and thought to forget it: "It's nothing, just watch this."

After the woman's monologue, the scene transitions to the panoramic view of Dettifoss, where the water is rushing down, and the misty water vapor is steaming up, and the extremely dynamic water droplets almost splash out through the screen.

This shot was 15 seconds long, Ye Tinghe stared at the screen intently, the leaping light spots seemed to condense in his slightly bright eyes.

Lin Zhao glanced at him sideways, seeing that he had finally given up on the idea of ​​pulling her to watch horror movies with him, secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Ye Tinghe has never seen this film, it seems to be a niche literary film in Western Europe, it lasts for 3 hours.Almost the entire film is composed of hand-held long shots. The characters appear, walk, and leave in a slight sense of shaking. The rhythm is so slow that it makes people fall asleep.

Until the end of the film, the protagonist still hasn't gone out.

Ye Tinghe was still wondering why Lin Zhao chose such a movie, but when he turned around, he saw him with his head down, leaning on the sofa and already asleep.

Only then did he realize that it was already 11:30 at night.

It seems that it was really difficult for him to make him stay up until the early morning with him last time.

Thinking of this, Ye Tinghe couldn't help laughing.

The movie was over, and the room was plunged into silent darkness.In the depths of the sofa, Lin Zhao's side face was dyed snow-white by the slight light overflowing from the projection.

Ye Tinghe looked at Lin Zhao with unscrupulous eyes, but his breathing was extremely cautious.

The sentence that he had inadvertently read returned to his mind at this moment, and it was still very clear after many years——

I just want to engrave his name on my heart, in the impossible...to have this person in delusion.

The glimmer of light gathered in his eyes, and the silent night fueled some hidden thoughts in his heart.

Ye Tinghe didn't show any expression on his face, but his heart seemed to be filled with a restless rabbit, and his heart beat at a moment that he didn't even expect.

Holding his breath, he carefully leaned over and touched Lin Zhao's shoulder.Then he turned his right hand around, his movements were very light, but he held the other's cold left hand without refusal, interlocking his fingers.

The next day, it rained lightly throughout the city.

Ji Xu learned that Ye Tinghe had come, but he didn't see them in the room. He kept looking for the screening room, and finally found these two people.

They leaned on the sofa, sleeping head to head together, looking very close, like a pair of brothers who have a good relationship.

Ji Xu looked at it for a moment, took out his mobile phone and took a photo, then walked over in a very puzzled manner, and slapped one of them on the arm, waking them up.

It was Lin Zhao who opened his eyes first, he straightened up in a daze, and stretched.The person next to him lost all support, slipped into his arms, and was gently caught by him.

When Ye Tinghe woke up, he saw Ji Xu looking at them with folded arms, with a strange expression, half of them thought it was funny, and the other half seemed to be written against public morals.

"What did you guys do last night so you can fall asleep like this? Isn't it cold?" Ji Xu asked.

"Watch a movie." Lin Zhao yawned and answered slowly.

He reached out and pushed Ye Tinghe's head, and asked, "Are you awake?"

Only then did Ye Tinghe realize that he was lying on top of him at the moment, and he sat up straight, but got up too quickly, and accidentally bumped his forehead against Lin Zhao's chin.

Lin Zhao hissed, frowned in pain, rubbed his cheeks and looked at him: "Your head is so hard."

Ye Tinghe panicked for a moment, thinking that he really hurt him, knelt on the sofa and watched helplessly, not knowing what to do with this coquettish big cat.

"Don't pay attention to him, I'm teasing you." Ji Xu, who had been watching coldly for a long time, finally spoke out, urging, "Hurry up and eat."

Lin Zhao was exposed by him, he glanced at him coldly, and ignored him.

Before leaving, he noticed that Ye Tinghe's cheeks were flushed from sleep, and Liang Jinjin's paws were pressed up, a little envious: "Why are you so hot?"

As soon as he touched it, he turned around and left.

Ye Tinghe's face was even hotter by his unscrupulous actions.