On the fifth day of the first month, in the early morning.

It has been four hours since Mo Chunshan almost killed He Wan'er in anger.

And it has been almost three hours since He Waner was full of anger and lay on the bed to sleep.

He Wan'er still didn't fall asleep, rolling and rolling over and over on the wide bed, and finally determined that he was indeed insomnia.

As for the cause of insomnia, it's a bit hard to talk about.

Of course, it's not because of the recognition of the bed, you must know that Mo Chunshan's home, even if it is a guest room that has not been lived in for a long time, is more comfortable than the small bed in her house that squeaks when she turns over.

Naturally, it wasn't because Mo Chunshan was angry with her with that sentence - he didn't get angry with her ten times or eight times one day, if she was serious about getting angry with him, she was afraid that she would really become a pufferfish.

She was hungry.

Yes, hungry!

She has a devilish physique, and the more she eats at night, the more hungry she gets late at night, and she is still very awake at two o'clock in the morning.

He Wan'er struggled for a long time, watching half an hour pass again, his stomach became more and more hungry, and he finally couldn't help but get up.

She got out of bed barefoot and tiptoed in the direction of the kitchen.

The floor tiles were smooth and slightly warm, and the room temperature in the twenties was not cold at all, and she relied on the light of her mobile phone flashlight to start looking for something to eat in the kitchen.

However, the kitchen countertop was spotlessly clean, except for a few wilted shallots under the windowsill.

She opened the fridge lightly again, and quickly searched for something to eat — even a soda cracker.

However, half of the huge refrigerator is filled with salmon and chicken breasts, which look like cats, and the other half is full of vegetables, which look like grass and I don't want to eat them at all.

He Wan'er muttered dissatisfiedly: "Big men don't get fishy, do you want to be a monk!"

A few minutes passed, and she searched for places where she might be hiding food, but there was nothing ready to eat except a few apples in the fruit bowl in the living room.

But eating apples in the middle of the night, isn't that appetizing?

He Wan'er looked at the apple and got angry, but suddenly felt something fluffy under his feet leaning over. When she looked down, she saw that it was a black thing with two dim green lights, and she was startled, almost jumping.

Fortunately, he remembered that it was a briquette, so he didn't scream and make a fool of himself, nor did he subconsciously kick it away.

The briquette, which was almost regarded as a monster, was very calm, turned around slowly, jumped on the sofa in a few steps, and made chicken legs on the cushion, staring at He Wan'er with round eyes, and then meowed in a long voice.

The position where it was lying happened to be where Mo Chunshan usually sits, and coupled with its careless and fearless scream, He Wan'er suddenly came out of breath.

Even if people bully her, cats will also join in the fun!

She rolled up her sleeves and rushed over, sat next to the briquette, and waved her fist at it through gritted teeth: "You stinky cat, if you don't learn, your stinky master looks down on people, do you believe that I beat you up?"

The briquette glanced at her, blinked slowly, meowed again, and had a wonderfully rising tail.

Even if he doesn't understand cat language, He Wan'er feels that this provocation is quite obvious.

"It's against you!" she was not to be outdone, staring at the briquette, and shaking her fist at it—yes, she didn't dare to beat it, but pretending to be fierce can always scare it away, right?

However, the briquette knew that this was its territory, and it was quite calm, as if it was expected that He Wan'er would not dare to move it, only looked up at her, and did not move.

He Wan'er gritted his teeth and stared at him and pretended to be fierce, but he was very depressed. Everyone said that it was difficult to ride a tiger, and she couldn't even scare a cat this time, and she was too much of a failure.

A man and a cat confronted each other, and no one moved, but the door not far away moved.

The door opened, and a cold white light came through the crack in the door, and the person standing in front of the door was like a silhouette with the light on his back, tall and thin.

Mo Chunshan noticed the dark shadow on the sofa in the living room, and turned on the light inexplicably, only to find that the eyes of a person and a cat were closed, and it looked like their eyes were stinged by the sudden light that turned on.

"What are you doing?" Mo Chunshan frowned, glanced at the briquettes, and returned his gaze to He Wan'er, "If you don't sleep in the middle of the night, could it be that you are chatting?"

He Wan'er finally opened his eyes and said hatefully: "Your cat is so annoying, like you, you don't sleep at night and stare dryly." ”

The briquette meowed at the right time and continued to stare at He Wan'er.

Mo Chunshan smiled dumbly: "I've heard of boiling eagles, but I've never heard of boiling cats." I advise you to die of this heart, it can go three days and three nights without sleeping, you compete with it, do you want to be the world champion who can't sleep?"

He Wan'er blinked, and it took a long time before he replied: "Isn't it you the world champion who doesn't sleep? Are you laughing at yourself?"

"I'm laughing at myself, I thought you understood. Mo Chunshan shrugged, and just finished speaking, he coughed twice.

He took out a bottle of mineral water from the drink cabinet in the living room, unscrewed the cap and poured it a few sips, then walked over to her and sat naturally on the armrest of the sofa: "What?

He Guan'er lowered his head and didn't speak, but he was a little flustered.

She didn't understand why she didn't sit on such a spacious sofa, but sat so close to her, so the side close to him tensed unnaturally, and moved slightly uncomfortably towards the briquette.

began to feel annoyed in her heart, she knew that she would meet Mo Chunshan when she came out to forage for food, and she would rather starve to death than come out.

She also split her brain, forgetting that Mo Chunshan, a pervert, only slept four hours a day, and now it was not his rest time at all, so it was naturally easy to encounter.

He came out in his pajamas, and so did she - fortunately, she still knew that it was not in her own house, so she came out of the living room wearing underwear, or she would be embarrassed.

But she didn't know what to do with it, because the current Mo Chunshan was her usual rare appearance.

He was wearing a set of dark blue pajamas, covered with a nightgown of the same color, the belt was loosely tied, his hair seemed to have just been washed and slightly messy, and the back of the hair combed backwards in the usual days became a hairstyle with bangs and hanging.

"It seems that you have insomnia? Why, just like living in a stone house in the snow that night, you are afraid of what I will do to you, so you can't sleep?" Mo Chunshan had already drunk most of the bottle of water, and asked again.

He Wan'er's crampedness just now suddenly disappeared without a trace.

He didn't mention it, she couldn't remember, but when he suddenly mentioned the events of that day, she immediately remembered some things that had been deduced by chance these days.

So why is she nervous?

He Wan'er snorted calmly, and then glared at him: "You can get closer and bet on whether I dare to kill you." ”

Mo Chunshan tilted his head sideways, met her eyes, smiled incomprehensibly after a few seconds, and suddenly leaned sideways into her ear and said, "Okay, I'm not good at gambling, it's better to retreat quickly and stay safe." ”

That said, but he was so close that she could even hear the rubbing of his lips and teeth as he spoke, and the feeling of his breath hitting her ears.

A scorching heat.

It was another few seconds of heartbeat disorder, but fortunately, Mo Chunshan had already gotten up and walked away, picked up a remote control on the desktop, turned his head to He Guan'er and said, "Come on, I'll play some music for you to hypnotize, I remember that you fell asleep in seconds as soon as you heard the cello." ”

Before He Wan'er could refute, he had already pressed a button, and the sound of music poured up from all parts of the living room, drowning out her hearing.

The music was not loud, but He Wan'er could hear that it was a very familiar piece - the cello version of Chaldas.

I don't know what kind of audio Mo Chunshan is installed, but there is no doubt that the sound quality is quite excellent, the music is rich in layers, and even the sound of human breathing made by the hair on the bow when it rubs horizontally on the strings can be heard very clearly.

He Wan'er frowned, but heard something else.

The piece has a rhythmic F

ISS, the speed is fast and the mood is enthusiastic, but the cheerful and jumping notes make He Wan'er involuntarily think of the cheerful and jumping flames.

Then I think of kebabs that are bubbling with oil on the flame.

Ah, why did Mo Chunshan put on this song of Lao Shizi? Is it okay to play the first ode to the Virgin? How can he break his stomach now that he is getting more and more hungry? Do you want to learn from him to pour water into his stomach and use himself as a hot water bottle?

He Wan'er felt tormented, swallowing saliva while thinking about the mutton skewers, but the music suddenly disappeared.

The air was suddenly quiet, and the sound of her swallowing saliva was especially noticeable.

As soon as Mo Chunshan pressed the pause, he heard a grunt behind him, he turned his head and looked at He Wan'er, and immediately noticed the desire for food written in her eyes.

He chuckled under his breath and asked, "Are you hungry?"

“…… No. He Wan'er hurriedly replied, but heard his stomach screaming uncontrollably.

Mo Chunshan didn't save face for her at all, threw the remote control on the sofa, rolled up his sleeves, and said, "Wait, it's good for ten minutes." ”

Half past two in the morning.

He Wan'er sat on the sofa and looked at a door ten meters away.

The door was opened a fist away, and there was a light projected on the dark floor tiles outside the door, and occasionally someone was elongated by the light and the shadow came out of the crack in the door, and the shadows were full of shadows and busy.

For ten minutes, Mo Chunshan had been busy in the kitchen, and he didn't know what he was doing?

He Wan'er frowned.

She had already inspected the kitchen, and she really didn't want anything, could Mo Chunshan want to fry the salmon pieces that the cats ate for her? Or was she mixing a vegetable salad?

Don't, eating cat food or eating a pot of grass in the middle of the night is worse than death!

She struggled for a moment whether to refuse or bite the bullet, and the kitchen door was suddenly pushed open.

Mo Chunshan held a bowl in his hand, walked out steadily, put the bowl on the table in the dining room, and said, "Wow, come to eat." ”

He Wan'er was really curious, and he couldn't care about him dropping his bookbag and scolding people again, so he stepped forward to look at the bowl of things.

It was a bowl of noodles, and it looked pretty good.

The noodles are golden and exude a strange aroma, and the noodles look delicious.

"What is this?" He Wan'er kept looking at the bowl of noodles and couldn't help but widen his eyes, "You know how to cook?"

"No, it's poison," Mo Chunshan replied lightly, "If you don't eat it, I'll take it." ”

"No, no," He Wan'er almost grabbed the bowl, "I just want to know what this is? It smells so delicious." ”

Mo Chunshan wanted to stab her a few words, but suddenly saw her eyes shining, and the tip of her nose twitched slightly, like a cat that couldn't walk when she smelled delicious.

His heart softened into a ball of spring water, and he softened his voice: "There happened to be a green onion that was about to dry, boiled some scallion oil, and made a bowl of scallion oil noodles." ”

As he spoke, he raised his other hand and took out a pair of chopsticks and handed them to her like magic: "Eat." ”