God sees, she suddenly seemed to have a little hot face, reached out and touched it, and sure enough, it was hot.

I probably haven't shared a bed with a man at home.

"That's fine, it's going to be. After speaking, Si Qi pointed to the bed, his eyes suddenly became fluttering, and his chest seemed to be jumping extraordinarily, "Then you... You go to sleep first, I'll go wash up. ”

When she slipped into the bathroom quickly, slammed the door shut, and gasped hard against the door panel, she looked at her empty hands and realized that she was running too fast, and she didn't take the pajamas, and what was even more terrifying was that the box was placed in front of the bed, and she had to go back to the room and take out the pajamas in front of Shi Jing......

She raised her eyes and looked at the red pajamas hanging on the hanger, Shi Jing had already put them on, if she deliberately ran out to get other pajamas, wouldn't it be good?

After struggling for a long time, she finally gritted her teeth, hurriedly took a marching bath, closed her eyes, pulled her face, and was ruthless, and directly wrapped the pajamas that were festive to home.

When she came out in pajamas of the same style and color, Shi Jing's eyes widened.

Si Qi smiled dryly: "It's very festive, hehe..."

Shi Jing seemed to be being teased, he quickly lowered his eyes, he leaned far on the edge of the bed, put up some quilts in vain, emptied most of the bed and quilts, and shrank in the corner of the bed aggrievedly.

Si Qi touched his nose, smiled at him as calmly as possible, and said politely: "This bed is big enough, you can sleep in the middle, be careful to fall out of bed in the middle of the night." ”

Shi Jing opened his mouth with difficulty, but he couldn't make a sound, and after a while, he moved silently to the middle, and then moved again, and moved up to an inch in total.

Although Si Qi was so embarrassed that she exploded, the person next to her was like an expensive porcelain in her heart, it was not light, it was heavy, she ran this, and it was difficult to find the next one, so even though her whole person was about to smoke, she had to pretend to be calm on her face, pretending not to care, and motioned to him a little further in, so she watched Shi Jing move two inches to the middle, which was still a drop in the bucket.

Helpless, she had to go into battle in person, patted her near the middle, and said without refusal: "You sleep here." ”

Although Shi Jing was terrifyingly reserved, she was finally very obedient, gently lifted the quilt, moved to her designated position, and slowly lay down with a gentle movement that held her breath, pulled the quilt handed over by Si Qi, covered it at a regular distance, put her hands on her chest, the quilt just covered her neck, and she looked like a wooden man from beginning to end, but her face was red and dripping blood, and her eyes seemed to be equipped with a motor, floating non-stop.

Si Qi also took a deep breath, leaned over and turned off the light, and lay down upright, only about two feet between the two.

The mountain town is very quiet at night, although the house is on the side of the road, but there has been no car passing by for a long time, and the sound of breathing can not be heard in the quiet room, it is not like being in the world, Si Qi held his breath and slowed down his breathing, sure enough, Shi Jing did not make any sound at all, the curtains were drawn most of the time, and through the faint moonlight, he could see the slightly undulating quilt on his chest.

Si Qi: "......"

It was really a night full of pain, both for Shi Jing and for her.

It was like a corpse for a long time, it was like a year, there was still no sound around him, and he was covered with a quilt, but at a distance of about two feet, she couldn't even feel the slightest trace of heat, she doubted that Shi Jing would be suffocated by herself, but when she quietly opened her eyes to look, the quilt on his chest was still floating lightly, and he was still panting after all, just quietly.

She could imagine what kind of mood Shi Jing, who was probably sharing a bed with someone else for the first time, was lying beside her, he probably didn't dare to breathe through his nose, so he could only open his mouth slightly, first carefully and forcefully inhaled deeply, and then slowly spit it out with his mouth, and he had to be cautious and silent, as long as he pushed a little harder, such a quiet room would probably have the same effect as coughing.

She opened her eyes wide, looked at the dim ceiling, and sighed secretly, feeling an unspeakable sadness in her heart.

Lying motionless for most of the day, her whole body was stiff like a corpse, she was covered in cold sweat, her hands and feet were slowly numb, as if there were countless insects gnawing at her, so she couldn't help but want to reach out and scratch it, but a move would break the stalemate between the two of them, she might be able to bear it, but for a patient with social phobia, sharing a bed with a stranger is probably a heart-wrenching thing in itself, if she tosses it again, the person next to her may not want to sleep all night.

Thinking of his pale face, fluttering eyes and two hands that are like nowhere to put at all times, she couldn't help but sigh again, the softness that was originally pulled in her heart seemed to be infinitely magnified in an instant, enough to resist her uncomfortable resistance at the moment, and after being silent for a while, a thought suddenly appeared in the depths of her heart: "Forget it", the two short words showed traces from the bottom of her heart, and passed to her mind along the blood, not only was it stopped, but it became more and more obvious.

Shi Jing didn't fall asleep, probably because she knew that she wasn't asleep, so she didn't dare to fall asleep, if she forced herself to fall asleep, it would at least be possible to reduce the pressure on Shi Jing, maybe he could get a moment of restful sleep, otherwise every night in the future, they would have to share the same bed, it was impossible to stay awake all the time, and he couldn't stay up mentally, I'm afraid that his body might not be able to survive.

The words "forget it" were as immediate as a special medicine, and all the troubles in Pan Huan's heart were settled in an instant, those anxieties and tensions were forcibly suppressed by her, she closed her eyes and tried to empty the gaps in her brain's memory, she inexplicably thought of the second time she met Shi Jing, they were in Fengtai Mountain, the sun was bright that day, the sky was blue, the woods were green, and the wildflowers were fragrant.

The sound of Zhu Yuanyuan and Si Xiaojun laughing in the mountains and forests sounded in her ears, and with this happy laughter, she fell asleep unconsciously, but I don't know if she was overly nervous, or too tired, or maybe it was reason Although she told her that she should fall into a deep sleep at this time, in order to create a comfortable environment for Shi Jing, her long-term nervous spirit did not refuse to honestly follow her ideas, and still wandered aimlessly in her sleep.

In a daze, she didn't know whether it was a natural memory or a dream, but in short, in such a half-asleep state, she suddenly seemed to return to the abandoned garbage factory where the art exhibition was held.

In this paradoxical dream, she sat alone on the bus for a long, long time, she did not have a clear concept, only found that it was dark several times, and the bus never stopped, and when she arrived at the destination, it was just afternoon, the sunset was gradually setting, full of afterglow, to the endless suburbs crossed a layer of golden light, she walked in the wilderness with a full glow.

The dilapidated gate of the abandoned garbage plant is open to both sides, and the two big characters "cleanup" painted in red paint on it have been baptized by the years and the sword of wind and rain, and only the word "Qingwang" remains, and a dim shadow lamp hangs on each of the high telephone poles, on which is painted a hydra demon with a fierce light, staring at her coldly, the sharp fangs flashing with green light, as if he can pounce down and tear her to pieces at any time.

There are several basketball courts as big as the garbage factory is empty, several rows of three-storey old buildings appear in front of her, she is wearing a blue dress, stepping on small leather shoes of the same color, slowly walking towards the farthest old building, when she approached, it was completely dark, the stairwell was full of shadow lights, the empty old building could only hear her "kick and tap" footsteps, she stepped silently into the corridor, and pushed open a door.

The pitch-black exhibition room was instantly bright, and after she got used to the dazzling light, she found that the four walls of this huge exhibition room were densely covered with paintings, which made people feel dense and phobic.

In a dimly lit room, hung with an octagonal shadow lamp, a man in black pajamas sat in an empty and dark room, holding a book in his hand, his eyes drooped down, falling on the open pages, he sat quietly motionless, like a statue, the faint light obliquely shone on his face, and the faintly visible flesh cheeks were as white as paper, as if the essence and blood all over his body had been drained, which was quite infiltrating.

The same painting hangs on all four walls.

She continued to walk forward, and pushed open a door casually, still the painting, still the same person, but unfortunately she couldn't see the face of the person in the painting, she panned her gaze from his face to the hand holding the book, the white and slender fingers were so thin that only a layer of skin and flesh remained, and even the bone joints protruded, looking at these hands, her tightly knit heart seemed to have been knocked suddenly, faintly revealing a visible gap in the flesh.

When she had seen all the exhibition rooms on the second floor, she realized that there seemed to be only one painting on display in the old building, and she stared at the painting for a long time, and then went up to the third floor.

There is only one exhibition room on the third floor, and there is only one painting, exactly the same painting.

The only difference from other exhibition rooms is that there is a very old desk under this painting, like a desk when I was in school, the desktop is covered with painting marks, and there are some messy ink traces, and there is a notebook in the upper left corner, she took two steps forward to look at this blue cover book, there is a line of words in the middle, the first two words are no longer clear, but the four words of the dance academy in the back are extremely clear.

Gently rubbing the notebook, she vaguely remembered that this was a notepad sent by the school when she was admitted to college, and was later used by her to record her mood, after quitting the university, this book did not know where she threw it away, reached out and opened the book, it was empty, only the last page wrote a sentence: If I can travel through space, I am willing to go to the painting, and be an angel who will bring the beautiful man in the painting back to the world from hell.