For a few days in a row, Gulan did not rest well. I didn't sleep well at night, and my noon sleep was not normal, and I was a little tired. The main reason is that on the first night of coming to the blue ocean, Gu Lan felt as if someone had come in the room.

Gulan does not have the habit of locking the door at night. When you are at home, you are mostly alone, and everything is good as soon as the security door and the door are closed. For convenience, sometimes the door of the room is not closed.

Even if Changyong is at home sometimes, although the two of them are not resting in the same room, there is no need to lock the door, and it is not appropriate.

Therefore, on the first night of coming to the Blue Ocean New Area, it became natural for her to get used to it, and when she entered the room to rest, she didn't think about pin the door. Lying in bed, I realized this, although I didn't feel very safe, but I didn't bother to get up again, so I slept like that.

When she fell asleep, half-asleep, she vaguely felt that someone had entered the room.

The man came in quietly, without a sound. For some reason, Guran just felt it, and didn't open his eyes to see. I was just a little nervous, but I wasn't afraid. There is no scene in movies or novels, shouting or jumping up. Instead, they slept there motionless.

The man just stood there, silent. In this way, Gulan and the man lay motionless and stood still for about ten minutes.

I don't usually feel anything for these ten minutes, but in this silent, dim night, it is as if it is still, and it seems very long. After a long time, the Qur'an fell asleep again.

In his sleep, Gu Lan woke up again, as if he had never finished his business. When I woke up this time, the room was the same as when I came in at night.

Whether that scene had ever happened or not, Guran himself could not be sure. A trance is like going in and out of a dream, vaguely only between what seems to be and what is not. Wake up and can't sleep again.

It's night again, and Gulan was going to sell it to the door, but after thinking about it, forget it. I just closed the door and rested.

This time, Gulan did not fall asleep quickly, but pretended to sleep in bed. There seemed to be some fear and some expectation in my heart. Both fear of what will happen and hope for what will happen. I want to confirm that last night's scene was a dream, and I want to confirm that last night's events are real.

It was not clear to Gulan himself why he was doing this. It's like a player who is addicted to the game, watching over his opponent or playmate, lost and excited.

But that scene has not been repeated. After waiting too long, Guran knew that he had had a dream last night. He breathed a long sigh of relief, took a deep breath, sighed slightly, and fell asleep on his side.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, a gust of wind seemed to slip through the door.

The wind was gentle, soft, as smooth as the breath of a quiet man.

But the wind carried such a strong breath, and the amazing energy carried a strong cry, which made Gu Lan, who was just about to fall asleep, feel a thrill in his heart.

The wind slipped in and stopped there.

Guran could feel that although the wind had stopped there, it had not moved any further. But it keeps rising and falling, like a fire that has just been lit, warm.

After a long time, the wind and fire behind the door will switch for a while and the fire for a while. Gu Lan's body and heart were exchanged for a while cold and hot for a while.

After a long time, the wind and fire finally subsided.

After the body and heart of Quran were cooled and heated, the shadow of wind and fire turned out again.

But it's not the same when you go out and when you come in, you slip in silently, and when you turn out, you click the door, as if on purpose. Gu Lan's heart moved, but he couldn't help it.

In the evening, the shadow came again. It comes softer and later. But when the shadow came in late and lightly, it didn't expect to hit Gu Lan's eyes all at once.

At this time, Gulan was reclining on the bed with the lights off, like waiting for a rabbit. The rabbit hit the light from her eyeballs. The accident nearly knocked the shadow on its head, turned around and fled.

This time, although he fled violently, he did not open the door. Gu Lan knew that this blow was not light, and Gu Lan could hear the shadow in the mezzanine, and groaned sharply.

When I came back from the small atmosphere, it was not too early. Jiqing still politely let Gu Lan take a bath before he went in to take a bath.

He seems to like it. I don't know if I like the smell of the shampoo and shower gel that Gulan brings, or the atmosphere that Gulan has just bathed, but it took a long time to wash it carefully.

Gu Lan always didn't care about this, and after washing, he used a hair dryer to dry his hair, and then went into his room to rest.

Just now, when she was participating in the small atmosphere, the bungalow pestered her to drink a lot of wine and felt a little tired.

Jiqing and Tian Ming also drank a lot of wine. Originally, there were two bottles of red wine on one table, and the rest were drinks, which were not enough to drink, but who knew that Tian Ming secretly brought in two bottles. Hui Mingxin saw it and smiled without squeaking, and everyone drank more happily.

In the past, there was no auspicious thing to drink at the wine table. A few times he was with Tian Ming, because Jiqing wanted to drive, so let him be polite and polite.

This time is different, everyone is on an equal footing, although Jiqing is still a little restrained, but he can already take the initiative to challenge Tian Ming. The amount of wine in Jiqing is good, but in the end, Gu Lan saw that Jiqing actually blushed from drinking, and even his eyes were red, which is rare.

Thinking of the wine on the wine field and meeting his confidant, Gulan's mood is happy. Therefore, lying in bed this time, Gu Lan had no worries and soon fell asleep.

Guran, who had fallen asleep, dreamed of floods again this time.

It's just that this time the flood was very large, but it was docile, just flowing quietly and slowly without waves. And this time the flood was not in the wilderness, but in the room.

Outside the window, lightning flashed one after another, but there was no thunder. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, but it was quiet. After a while, the clear flood water entered the room.

Gently, slowly, through the crack under the door, he crawled into the bedroom like countless flat, shiny little snakes.

When they had climbed all over the floor, they began to climb up, and after a while, they climbed down the legs of the bed to the bed.

Curiously, the bed on which Guran lay appeared to be upright. The water wasn't cool at all.

The water, which was not cold at all, began to climb up the edge of the bed and along Gulan's body again. First the center of the foot, then the foot board, and then the top of the foot to climb up.