Moonlight filtered through the window, casting a faint square spot on the floor. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Outside the info window, there was silence except for the occasional car passing by.

In the middle of the night, Zongheng didn't even feel a trace of sleep. He lay quietly on the bed, staring intently at the poster plastered on the ceiling.

Neil Alden Armstrong.

Just before going to bed, Lydia once introduced the man's deeds to Zongheng.

The first man to land on the moon.

He wears a bloated white spacesuit and holds a helmet with a golden glass mask in his hands, with black space and a dark gray moon behind him.

Zongheng still remembers the look of disgust on Lydia's face when she introduced the man.

Zongheng didn't know why Lydia hated such a "great" person, and he didn't want to know. He is too busy to take care of himself at the moment, and he really doesn't have much energy to care about too many side things.

From the moment he arrived at Lydia's house, Zongheng's performance has been very calm. He had dinner with Lydia's family, enjoyed refreshments, brushed his teeth, bathed, and changed into clean clothes under Lydia's guidance before being taken to this room to sleep. All this, except for the unfamiliarity with the use of modern lifestyles and daily necessities, there are no other abnormal manifestations of Zongheng.

But Zongheng himself knew how bad his mood was.

Any person who suddenly and inexplicably comes to the world more than a thousand years later, his mental state cannot be stable. Hysteria may be the normal manifestation. It's just that after all, Zongheng has been through life and death for a long time, and his heart is much stronger than ordinary people, so he hasn't lost control.

After waking up in the hospital, Zongheng initially wanted to find a way home earlier. But when he learned that he had been in a coma for thousands of years, he stopped thinking about it.

It's not that you don't miss your wife or home, but you don't dare to think about it. When he thought of how to resist the invasion of the official army without himself in the Black Tiger Village, and when he thought of his wife You Ning's big belly that was about to be on the verge of being on the plate but he couldn't find himself everywhere, he was anxious and wanted to go crazy.

In order to divert his attention, Zongheng had to bury his head in books, so as to escape reality and suppress fear.

Zongheng thought that after more than a month, he had learned to forget. But seeing Lydia's family gathering at the dinner table today made him unable to suppress his churning emotions any longer. In order to prevent Lydia's family from seeing their emotional abnormality, Zongheng had to desperately stuff food into his mouth, constantly admiring Mrs. Marilyn's craftsmanship.

But in fact, he really doesn't know what to eat.

And now, he can't sleep at night.

When he was tossing and turning, he suddenly heard the sound of "rustling" outside the room.

It's the sound of slippers rubbing against the floor. Although the body has become smaller, the ears are as good as ever.

But who could it be?

Zongheng listened quietly, the sound getting closer and closer, and finally stopped in front of the door. After a few deep, thin breaths, the man outside the door turned the handle.

The door was opened a slit, and through the crack in the door saw a pair of beautiful blue eyes.

"Lydia?" Zongheng sat up from the bed.

"Shh Lydia made a silent gesture to Zongheng. Then, she turned her head to look behind her, then slipped into the room, closing the door carefully.

Lydia's sneaky behavior puzzled Zongheng, and he looked at her with a frown, waiting for her to reveal the answer.

But Lydia didn't explain anything. She walked quickly to the bed, and without asking for Zongheng's permission, she got into the quilt and slept with him.

Zongheng froze. In his more than 30 years of life, it is not without him that he has met a woman who recommended herself for a pillow. The women coveted his majestic body or thanked him for saving his life, and of course, some of them wanted to have a fun time with him for the purpose of speculation. What exactly is Lydia doing this for? Zongheng couldn't figure it out.

At the moment, he was just a child, and he didn't believe that a well-ripe beauty like Lydia would have an ulterior interest in a child. If that's the case, she should have done something about it when she stayed at the motel last night.

Lydia naturally understood how much trouble her move would cause to Zongheng. She lay on her side on the bed, pulled the quilt over her shoulder, and said, "Don't be afraid! I just want to sleep in this bed for a while. ”

Sleep in this bed for a while? What do you mean?

Zongheng looked at Lydia in confusion. He thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll go to your room and sleep." ”

After saying that, he lifted the quilt on his body and planned to get out of bed.

But before his legs could hit the floor, Lydia grabbed his pajamas. She said, "Don't go! As soon as you leave, I'm afraid of alarming my parents! ”

Zongheng stopped, but still maintained the position of getting out of bed. He looked back at Lydia, waiting for his explanation.

Lydia understood what he meant, and with a look of embarrassment on her face, she pleaded, "Don't force me to explain, okay?" ”

He stared at her for a moment, sighed, didn't speak, and lay back on the bed.

It is a small single bed, wide enough for one adult to lie flat. At this time, there were two people sleeping, and even though one of them was a child, it was still crowded.

Zongheng had no choice but to follow Lydia's example, with his back to Lydia, and lay down on his side. He was careful not to have any physical contact with Lydia, but in doing so, the bed was even more cramped, and he could fall down if he wasn't careful.

The two of them were awkward in bed for a long time, and they both felt very uncomfortable. Eventually, Lydia spoke, "I'll sleep with you in my arms!" ”

"Huh?!" Zongheng is taken aback by Lydia's proposal. He was really startled, he was like a fish that had just been fished ashore, he bowed suddenly, and jumped up from the bed while lying down. At the same time, his neck twisted to the limit, his face almost turned to his back, and he looked at Lydia in amazement.

Lydia's strong reaction surprised and amused, and she pursed her lips and smiled, "Why did you react so much?" Don't get me wrong! I'm not a pedophile. Hehe! ”

Lydia's laughter didn't last long, but after a few moments, she was embarrassed to be stared at. So, she had no choice but to fall silent, then turned around and lay her back on her back again.

Zongheng sat on the bed for a while, and then lay down again.

After that, neither he nor Lydia said a word, and just lay back to back.

Zongheng's back was against Lydia's back, and through the light pajamas, Lydia's body temperature was clearly transmitted to Zongheng's body, making him extremely uncomfortable.

Although Zongheng's body changed into the appearance of a twelve-year-old child, his soul did not change at all. With more than 30 years of life, he knows very well how wonderful a woman's jade body is.

However, with his current state, what if he knew?

Despite facing away from Lydia, Zongheng could still smell the scent emanating from her. The fragrance is faint, with a hint of warmth. This reminds Zongheng of a word that is often on the lips of those literati doctors - nephrite is warm and fragrant.

"How many beautiful women did those shameless literati play with to come up with such an appropriate word?" Zongheng couldn't help but think with some resentment.

Sleeping in the same bed with Lydia made Zongheng's head full of strange thoughts. These thoughts are mixed and intertwined with each other, which makes Zongheng's head a little hot.

Unconsciously, Zongheng felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and when a glimmer of bright color gradually appeared outside the window, Zongheng finally couldn't hold it anymore, and as soon as his upper and lower eyelids matched, he fell asleep groggily.

When Zongheng woke up, the sun was already rising outside the window.

He was awakened by urine. When she woke up, she was empty, and Lydia had gotten up and left.

Zongheng only felt that his lower body was bulging and swollen, and when he moved his body slightly, he could feel a large stream of water swaying. He didn't dare to slack off, so he hurriedly lifted the quilt, jumped out of bed, and rushed out of the room before he even had time to put on his shoes, and slipped into the bathroom at the end of the corridor.

No one else is using the bathroom. Zongheng didn't have time to close the door, so he hurriedly took off his pants and happily spilled a big bubble of urine.

The pale yellow torrent made a beautiful arc and splashed into a pool of blue water, and the bathroom suddenly resounded with a loud and clattering sound.

When the urination was about to end, he shivered violently, and the 36,000 pores on his body were fully opened, which was indescribably comfortable and transparent.

He held the small Ding Ding between his two fingers, which was many times smaller than the shrinkage, and was about to shake off the residual urine, when he suddenly noticed that his fingers touched something cold.

"Huh?!" Zongheng looked down and was taken aback.

It was all too familiar to him, and it had appeared almost every ten years since he was thirteen. Every time he appeared, it was when he was asleep. Especially in the spring of March and when everything germinates, this thing comes more diligently.

Zongheng opened his pants in disbelief and took a closer look.

He actually lost his dream? The dream is gone?!

Standing in front of the toilet in the bathroom, he didn't know whether to cry or laugh. According to his real age, he is already in his thirties, and this age is still a dream, and it must be said that it is a bit embarrassing. But according to his physical age, he is only twelve years old at the moment, which is a full year ahead of the dream compared to before, and it is a little too early. But in any case, the reason why Zongheng has a dream is undoubtedly Lydia's fault!

Zongheng wiped his lower body and underwear carefully with tissue paper, until the cold and greasy ** was all wiped clean, and then he went back to the room to change into new clothes and pants, and then went downstairs.

He didn't change his underwear because there were no clean underwear to change into.