Si Qi, who seemed to have successfully cleared the customs, exhaled a long breath, waved his hand, and said with a smile: "Then how can it be done, you are the host, I am the guest, how can there be a reason to be anti-guest-oriented, listen to me, you sleep, I just lay on the floor." ”

After speaking, she looked up at this room, trying to find a quilt or mat on the floor or something, but unfortunately this room is not only a book, but also a bookcase, she was silent and went to the cloakroom to walk around, except for clothes, that is, pants, there is still no more than one quilt and cushion.

This is embarrassing, should she be allowed to carry forward the glorious tradition of the poor peasants and sleep directly on the ground? Or should she go to another room and secretly bring a quilt?

was struggling, so I heard Shi Jing whisper in the back: "You... You sleep... I could go all night without sleeping..."

"If you don't sleep all night, then what are you going to do?" Si Qi subconsciously asked back.

Shi Jing hurriedly lowered his head and gently pulled his pants, "I'm reading." After speaking, he pretended to take a book from the table and put it on his lap.

Si Qi: "......"

She slept, and then he sat in a chair just a foot away reading a book? Just kidding, it's weird that she can fall asleep.

Isn't this a proposal as good as the one she just thought of casually?

Sure enough, it was impossible to count on him, Si Qi hugged his arms, brushed his hair for a while, scratched his mouth for a while, and began to pull his ears again, Shi Jing saw that she didn't speak, and couldn't help but look up at her secretly, and never looked away from this lift, but his two hands became tighter and tighter in the book in his hand, quietly waiting for her to make a final decision, he was a prisoner trapped in the prison, and she was like the light outside the door.

You can only look up, but you can't chase it.

"Forget it, it's not too late, I can't sleep, why don't you borrow me a book, pass the time, and talk about it when you're sleepy. Si Qi thought about it for a long time and couldn't do anything, and when she saw Shi Jing, she stared at her without turning her eyes, and her deep eyes were like a super bright big light bulb, which made her can't help but put up spikes, and she began to feel uncomfortable from head to toe, and always wanted to find a mirror to look at it again to see if her outfit was proper and suitable.

Shi Jing hurriedly said: "You can take the book as you like... Take..."

Si Qi turned around, took a step back, looked up and down at the three major cabinets of books, and finally looked at the tomb robbery and supernatural suspense, leaned over and studied carefully, this row not only has a lot of foreign supernatural suspense, but also more are more famous supernatural in China in the past ten years, several of which are online with a click rate of more than 100 million, and she has also chased the popularity.

In the end, she took a relatively cold supernatural book, called "Ask the Ghost One Hundred and Eighty Style", as if it was about what to ask the spirit, ask the spirit and other mystical methods, a bit like inviting the saucer fairy, the ghost on the body and other nonsense, although she loves to see the supernatural, but in fact, she doesn't really believe that there will be souls or ghosts in the world, sometimes watching horror movies, but also to adjust life, release pressure.

After flipping through for a while, when she saw ten ways to find ghosts, she secretly glanced at the time, it was only half past nine, and the slow-moving pointer made her want to go crazy, she hadn't been alone with a strange man like this for six years, not to mention that it was still in the dead of night, every time Shi Jing turned the sound of a book, she would make her hair stand on end, and she always felt that someone was staring at her, and the neurons in her body unconsciously entered a state of collapse, which caused her brain to seem to freeze, and her body leaning on the bookcase almost lost consciousness.

However, on the surface, she still has to desperately pretend to be calm and calm, so that she can be idle.

Soon after, the font on the book gradually floated up, and the reflection in the pupils began to be a little dazzling, and she barely read a few pages, the kind of tight collapse like pins and needles became more and more unbearable, she finally couldn't resist the urge to roar wildly in her heart, secretly turned the corner of her eyes, and fell on the person who caused her great trouble, and when she found that Shi Jing did not look up at her, but stared at the pages with full attention, she breathed a sigh of relief, the collapsed heart slowly fell back into the chest, and the stiff brain cells began to revive in place.

When she repeatedly confirmed that Shi Jing didn't pay attention to her, she took a deep breath, and after her brain regained consciousness a little, she quietly moved her legs, curled up her toes, gritted her teeth and endured the sore numbness like a pinprick, the book in her hand could no longer be read, her eyes rolled regularly, and she slowly finished a set of eye exercises, the room was dim, the space was narrow, and the line of sight unconsciously fell on the person who was only three meters away.

I saw Shi Jing'an, who was known as having social phobia, sitting quietly on a chair, with his back straight, his head hanging slightly, the book spread out on his knees, holding the book with one hand, and turning the pages from time to time with the other, the whole person was like a humanoid statue.

The dark shadow light was projected on his body, giving his fair face a layer of light, from her angle he could not see his face, but he could clearly see his gently fluttering eyelashes, perhaps too thin, so that his eye sockets were very deep, the eyeballs were very dark, and the eyes were very dark and dark, when the eyelids were half-drooping, the long eyelash shadow hit the high and straight nose bridge, which would give people a very indifferent and alienated feeling.

He was obviously sitting there, but it was only a stone's throw away, but it inexplicably gave people a very distant feeling, like the end of the world, the stars and the Milky Way, and an insurmountable gap separated him from everyone in two worlds.

All are in one kingdom, and only He is alone.

This picture not only made Si Qi a little trance-like, but always felt familiar, the depths of his mind flickered, and the fault-like memory began to jump rapidly, flashing back to the simple shadow that had been forcibly backlogged by her and had given birth to dust, and after a long time, the same picture was picked out of the river of years by her.

Once upon a time, she saw a painting at a rather niche art exhibition, saying that the niche was because the painters on display were basically unknown, and the works were varied, there were paintings and everything, and some of the themes were very gloomy, and it was difficult for the painter to convey what he wanted to convey to be accepted by the mainstream society, so this kind of niche art exhibition was basically difficult to get into the elegant hall, and the place where the exhibition could be held was remote and shabby, and it often attracted the ridicule and contempt of some celebrities and ink artists.

The exhibition was held in an abandoned garbage factory, and the patron was said to be a mysterious man who bought the worthless works at great expense and held them in an abandoned dump.

It may be because these niche works have not yet reached the point of being exhibited in the garbage dump, and this unique approach has made the exhibition quickly attract attention, and what is even more strange is that the patron refused to rent a decent place to hold the exhibition since he had the money to buy these paintings.

At that time, Si Qi thought that she was a different kind of young man, she liked to contact some strange things, and she was known as looking for inspiration, so she also became one of the people who were attracted by these strange practices, she took a three-hour bus ride to the suburbs, which had been abandoned for eight years but still smelled of garbage, wanting to see how rubbish these paintings that could only be exhibited in the garbage factory were.

Finally, in the far corner, she saw the painting.

The painting is also a man in black pajamas, also sitting in a dim room, with an octagonal shadow lamp above his head, his sitting posture is exactly the same as the person in front of him, holding a book, sitting alone in an empty and dark room, as if he has been abandoned by the whole world, sitting there alone for thousands of years, like a statue.

I can't see his face clearly, I can only see his long eyelashes, tall nose and slightly drooping broken hair, his hand holding the book is very slender and beautiful, like a pianist's hand, but unfortunately it is too fair, almost white, the bones on the fingers are protruding, the back of the hand is bruised and bruised, the whole person is skinny, and the skin is almost attached to the skeleton, just like the vampire who does not see the light of day in the movie, which is quite infiltrating.

She remembers that the name of the painting seems to be "Living", which is very positive and full of positive energy, but the painting is incompatible with the theme, and can even be said to be contrary to the theme.

The person in the painting can empathize with the loneliness, loneliness, and a touch of despair that seems to emanate from the bones and soul, and the dim and oppressive room is like a prison, and the person in the painting can't get out, so he can only paint the ground as a prison, and he will be emaciated and aged day after day under the dim light, until he dies.

The theme is to live, but the whole painting seems to let people see that the person in the painting is dying step by step, very desperate, want to live, but don't know how to live, the person who looks at the painting wants to save him, but there is still no way, so he can only watch him slowly die.

At that time, the wall where the painting was hung was very dirty, as if it had been splashed with black ink all over the wall, and there were many black palm prints, and the painting was nailed to the wall at random, and even a little oblique, and the corners were torn, just like someone hurriedly nailed the painting up, and it was too late to look back at whether it was correct or not, so he quickly left, and the signature in the corner was also very simple, only one ghost, and it was really unknown.

However, this painting attracted a lot of people, many people asked the staff everywhere, and wanted to buy the paintings, but unfortunately there was no painter in the whole exhibition, let alone a staff member, only a few lonely old aunts who cleaned up, except that they did not let people take these paintings, those aunts almost did not know, so those who stopped had to shake their heads in disappointment.

Si Qiyan, who originally planned to see the excitement, was attracted by this strange painting, and she made a comment on the talk afterwards: if she could travel through space, she would be willing to go to the painting and be an angel who brought the beautiful man in the painting back to the world from hell.