Gu Nian's words were a little slow and sluggish, and it was like a solemn warning, and he bit it very clearly: "Don't come through the door, I can't sleep well." I don't know if Gu Nian heard something from his hesitant words, even if Gu Nian interrupted him, he was stunned and threw out a sentence: "I'm sleepy." As if stunned for a moment, Gu Nian spoke: "Good night." He Pingge lay quietly on the sofa for a while, originally planning to wait for Gu Nian to wake up and go out, but no matter how he waited, he didn't see any movement in the house, He Pingge pondered in his heart that this warlord estimated that he would have to sleep until three poles in the morning, and he couldn't lie down, so he got up lightly and put on his shoes and socks.

To tell the truth, He Pingge actually wanted to persuade Gu Nian at this time, after all, she looked like a little girl, why bother to put herself in such a situation, she didn't even have to watch a movie, and occasionally had some leisure time, but she was also accompanied by knives and guns.

Gu Nian's voice was flat, as if he was saying something normal, but there was a faint depression in it, and He Pingge could still hear it: "The movie theater is too dark and chaotic, and it is easy for anyone who wants to kill you anywhere." How can you not like it, in He Pingge's view, movies are actually similar to opera, they are both using a deductive way to tell the story, but the difference is that the movie has more scenes than opera: "I like it, but it's a pity that Meixian County didn't show a movie, only for a while." He Pingge said with some regret: "What about the commander?" This sigh made He Pingge inexplicable, and said in his heart that this troubled world has your share of credit, what are you sighing about here, he thought about it like this, and missed the opportunity to say that sentence, although he still had the opportunity to speak, but after that time, it was not enough momentum.

Gu Nian's words were a little slow and sluggish, and it was like a solemn warning, and he bit it very clearly: "Don't come through the door, I can't sleep well." He Pingge's thoughts were disordered, but he still heard this, so he responded: "Huh?" People love to hear others praise themselves, and He Pingge is the same, he originally planned to choke on Gu Nian and then open his mouth to sing, but now he changed his mind, he leaned back on the sofa, and let his posture from the beginning with a bit of defensive flavor, to the current relaxation: "Commander, do you listen to the song?" Gu Nian's words were a little slow and sluggish, and it was like a solemn warning, and he bit it very clearly: " Don't come through the door, I can't sleep well. He Pingge heard the last sentence, but he didn't answer, but said: "No way, I liked it when I listened to it, and there was no other way to stay, so I could only remember it myself." It's like he's afraid that He Pingge will regret it, inexplicably, He Pingge laughed: "If I'm out of tune, don't laugh, commander." Unexpectedly, Gu Nian was not as embarrassed or secretive as He Pingge expected, but admitted directly: "Indeed, I don't understand it." There was a little voice in the room, as if she was too tired to lie down and changed her position: "But your voice is good, better than singing." "After all, it is a person who has been on the battlefield before, and his words have the smell of bloody wind and rain, and it is not that these people who only care about the so-called war can be compared, He Pingge's heart is beating a little hard, but he is not afraid.

But before this sentence fell, Gu Nian called him again: "He Pingge." As if stunned for a moment, Gu Nian spoke: "Good night." He Pingge lowered his head slightly, and after he closed his eyes and recalled for a while, he said a little depressed: "I don't remember either, I saw it in a movie, and I wrote down a few words, if the commander listens, I will sing it." He Pingge once guessed that when these people were bored, they could watch movies at home for a whole day, so at this time, when they heard Gu Nian say that she didn't watch movies, he couldn't help but feel a little strange, and asked, "Because it's too busy?" When it was just a little bright, He Pingge woke up, and glanced at the Western watch hanging on the wall, it was almost half past five, much later than He Pingge's usual practice, but after all, the days are short and the nights are long in winter, which is nothing.

It seemed that after a long silence, Gu Nian yawned and said, "When there is nothing to spare, Zuo is just a thing to practice marksmanship and save your life." ”