Luo Yang has accepted the reality, what can he do if he doesn't?

Now going to the bathroom to take a cold shower or banging your head against the wall a few times is to no avail.

Perhaps there is only one way, the only glimmer of hope for a man desperate in the dark.

That's it.

Luo Yang propped up his upper body with his hands, his feet reached the ground, he didn't eat breakfast, and was woken up by cats, text messages and cubs falling from the sky, now Luo Yang only felt that his head was buzzing, and suddenly changed from lying on the bed to a standing posture, he was really a little dizzy, and the thousands of black and red lines in front of him were entangled, like countless earthworms.

Luo Yang paused for half a second, and the crying urged him to make a final attempt.

When he came to the balcony, Luo Yang stood on the right side of the curtain with his hands outstretched, and his hands were about an arm's length apart. Silent number in the heart:

One!

Two!

Three!!!

As soon as the curtains are opened, the harsh sunlight close to eleven o'clock will enter the room from the south-facing balcony.

The house is old and the sun is good.

This is what he fooled the tenant, saying that the old house was left by his grandmother.

Thinking of his grandmother, Luo Yang's nose was slightly sour. He grew up in this old house since he was a child, and now the house has long been surrounded by a circle of very tall buildings, the names of those buildings are better than the other, one is more atmospheric than the other, what is called Xinghe Mansion, what Shengshi Flower Garden, and Yipin Tiandi, and so on, as soon as you hear it, it is expensive and scary, not that people like Luo Yang can afford to work hard all their lives.

The price of new real estate is often 110,000 yuan, and a house of 100 square meters in a suite is at least 11 million.

Luckily, he also has a small flat house in these ornate new buildings, which looks almost like a small pit shanty town on the Gugu map.

Although it is a shantytown, it is also a building of great historical significance, and the house left by my grandmother was built in the Guangxu period of the Qing Dynasty and has a history of several hundred years. This is how the intermediary introduced the two suites rented out by Luo Yang, saying that it was a suite, but in fact it was just two single rooms with a small attic, because there was no independent toilet and bathroom, the rent really couldn't go up, and Luo Yang was too lazy to redecorate, so he could collect some rent and live a good life.

But Luo Yang's two-story house is quite comfortable, although there is only one bedroom and a small living room, but outside the bedroom is a balcony, warm in summer and warm in winter, and the sunshine hours are very, very long.

So, come on!

Don't hesitate, Luo Yang, hesitate and you will lose.

With a bang, the curtains opened.

Sunlight poured into Luo Yang's room at a speed of 3*10^8 km/h. Luo Yang's own eyes were also pierced by the light.

Within seconds of him closing his eyes, the cub's cry was gone.

It worked, and this trick was used to deal with vampires, and sure enough, it was also useful for this kind of strange event.

What's more, such a sudden attack of ultraviolet rays, although there is a glass separation, this kind of little guy can't stand it.

He opened his eyes almost elatedly, and he could do it, and sure enough, he could do it. Luo Yang imagined a golden debris slowly rising from the bed, filling the dust of the sun's particles.

It's a pity that I looked through the sunlight and saw the fleshy, pink, obviously overexposed cub on the bed waving his arms extremely incoherently before and after grabbing the sun, and the two calves were not willing to be lonely, slowly but elastically kicking in turn.

Hesitation leads to defeat, and decisiveness does not help. Ruthlessness can't make it go away.

Although the cub stopped crying in the sun, his mouth made strange noises.

Luo Yang thought, the sheets were wet, take advantage of the good sun, hurry up and change the sheets, otherwise you will have to sleep on dry urine at night.

Thinking of this, he lowered the curtains, walked back to the bed, and said to the cub, "You, go to the side a little, I want to change the sheets." ”

As he spoke, he reached out and pulled at the lake-blue sheets. Luo Yang's standing seat just blocked the light, and the cub scratched it a few more times and felt that something was wrong, so he cried loudly again.

Luo Yang thought that the movement of pulling the sheets was too big, which scared the cubs, so he could only put down the sheets when he cried like this.

"Don't cry, don't cry. ”

"Wow......" cries intensified.

At this time, Luo Yang panicked and shouted a few more times, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry. The cub didn't give any face, and continued to cry, crying so red that his voice began to be hoarse.

Luo Yang stretched out his hand and took it back, originally thinking if he could pat this little thing. When Van Gogh is in a good mood, he can let Luo Yang touch it a few times, and after touching it a few times, Van Gogh will show a very satisfied look. Can this crying little thing also be touched?

Luo Yang stretched out his hand in front of the cub as if he was afraid of electric shock, and he hesitated and didn't dare to touch it. If you don't touch it, there's still a chance to believe that it's a fake, if it's really a human body, if there's a temperature, oh my God.

Before he could finish thinking, the cub's two little hands suddenly grabbed Luo Yang's hand, and before Luo Yang could react, one stumbled and fell on the bed. Half of the whole person was on the bed, the other half was kneeling on the ground, and the upper body did not dare to relax and press on the bed at all, for fear that if he relaxed, his hand in mid-air would be pressed on the cub together.

How could such a weak and weak little body that could be broken by blowing bombs withstand such pressure.

The child didn't seem to notice any movement, and he was holding his hands and playing happily, Luo Yang was uncomfortable, and the action of half-falling on the bed really tested Luo Yang's abdominal strength. Luo Yang's heart was out of ideas.

Unconsciously shouted, "What are you doing, why are you holding my hand?" Let go, let go of me. Although he shouted like this, he didn't dare to use force in his hands at all, it was really difficult for women and villains to raise, what the ancients said was really reasonable.

Luo Yang suddenly became angry, and complained to the cub who grabbed his hand and put it in his mouth curiously, "You'd better be an alien, or have some special function, or I won't throw you away." Give me back your hand, give it back to me. ”

I couldn't use force, so I could only hold on to my body and not press down, but my hand was grabbed by the cub and moved forward a few inches, and suddenly, it touched his soft and weak and wet little mouth. The little cub took Luo Yang's hand and put it to his mouth, as if biting but not biting, making Luo Yang spit on his hand, not knowing what to do at all.

At this moment, Luo Yang understood that this little cub was really difficult to deal with, and he hated, itched and wanted to scold in his heart. Although Van Gogh would also lick Luo Yang's face and hands, it felt very different.

Luo Yang couldn't describe this feeling at all, oh my God, there was an extra cub in the family, it was still a little boy, oh my God! Spare me! Don't do this, don't play like this!