115 makes sense

The night is as cool as water, and the evening breeze blows Buddha.

The distance is not too far after all, the car is driving slowly, but the four wheels are rolling, and it is a high-performance car, and the speed is still quite fast, at least faster than the speed of a person running.

"Miss, I'm home." Li Shenglan turned his head to look at Leng Liuli, who had a pensive face, and called softly.

In the big mansion of Lengzhuang, there are few related people like the homeowner, but the servants and servants are still there.

As a result, people like them go back, not like ordinary ordinary ordinary people, the kind where one person eats the whole family and is not hungry, and after going back, the situation is that the lights are turned off in a dark night, and the door is opened quietly, without the slightest popularity.

There is never a shortage of warm or white lights, and there is never a lack of popularity.

Even in the middle of the night, there are people on duty in this big manor with the lights on, and occasionally walk under the duty room with the lights on, and you may see the voice of the hero and heroine of a TV series parting from life and death or the smell of tea waking up from there.

The car stopped, the voice exhaled, Leng Liuli didn't react at all, just held his head unchanged, and looked out the window.

There was nothing to think about, and Angela was ready to shout again.

"Miss......"

"Got it."

This time, Li Shenglan hadn't finished speaking, but Leng Liuli suddenly responded.

It's as if the eardrum nerve pouted and said that it wasn't that it was lazy to stick to the mosquito, but that the auditory nerve was transmitting information too slowly, and the brain only received the response now.

Leng Liu tidied up her colorful skirt a little, opened the car door with her slender hand, got out of the car, stood outside the car door, under the neon street lamp, and politely said "hard work" to Li Shenglan, and then walked towards Leng Zhuang.

The purpose is not too strong, Leng Liuli walked casually towards his floor-to-ceiling window, which was more than ten meters wide and about four meters high, and the room where he often stayed.

On the way, I bypassed the beautiful garden, walked through the elegant and quiet small bridge and flowing water, and walked around the strange and treacherous rockery, but finally stopped at the place of the musical fountain.

The colorful music fountain, one by one, sprays the water, like the piano keys played in the concert, cheerful and galloping, up and down, sprinkled, the fountain water column is gorgeous and beautiful, gorgeous and eye-catching.

This thing is really a good item for lighting up a gray life.

When I first came into contact with this kind of thing, Leng Liuli still felt a little new in my heart, but gradually, something without emotional sustenance, no matter how gorgeous the appearance is, after looking at it for a long time, it will be ordinary.

After wandering around the manor for a long time, I felt the melancholy of looking up at the stars at forty-five degrees that this young girl could not avoid.

In the end, Leng Liuli still walked towards the large room where she often stayed, from the evening banquet to the current home. Judging from the fact that all the staff in the manor are in good spirits and are still busy working, it can be seen that at this time of year, if you go to bed, it is still a little late.

"Zixi, I have something to do tomorrow, so..."

After a day's work in the studio yesterday, Leng Liuli spoke intermittently in front of Shi Zixi.

"I know, it's my own birthday party. Yi Yan and Zhou Fatzi, the two participants who have little to do with each other, all used this excuse to ask for leave without psychological pressure as early as possible, but I didn't expect you to find me to ask for leave at this time, saying that if you don't look for me, I will take the initiative to come to you and ask you if this matter is true or false, and whether the two of them made up an excuse that I can't refuse to be lazy. “

Before Leng Liuli finished speaking, Shi Zixi crackled a lot, and when talking about Yi Yan and the two of them, he also added a large series of subjective descriptions in front. "Actually...... I don't have to attend. Leng Liuli hesitated.

Shi Zixi had already packed up the documents and planned to put them in the bag, and was about to save the CG drawn on the computer and put it in the USB flash drive, when he heard Leng Liuli's words, Shi Zixi stopped moving the mouse in his hand, turned around, and asked Leng Liuli seriously: "Is it fun?" It's a game thing. ”

"It's interesting." Leng Liuli said something unclear.

Shi Zixi nodded to himself and muttered, "I'll just say, this is definitely much more interesting than sitting in the same room every day and looking at the same scenery outside the window." ”

"By the way, do you think that life is more brilliant, the world is more interesting, and the world outside your eyes is colorful, beautiful and beautiful." It always feels like a topic flying from the sky, Shi Zixi asked back and forth.

"This ......" Leng Liuli's indifferent expression showed a rare hint of helplessness, and she didn't know how to answer this question.

After hesitating for a moment, Leng Liuli barely popped out a few words: "It's okay." ”

After all, the chicken soup that forcibly wants others to recognize itself is unparalleled in the world, and it is delicious, and it is really the only one who is Zixi.

"Uh...."Shi Zixi looked at the table with his fingers, and his body swayed gently on the chair, as if he was thinking about something.

"What's wrong?" Leng Liuli asked worriedly, she thought it was her answer to the last question, and her feelings were not strong enough, causing Shi Zixi to feel a little depressed.

"You wait a minute." Shi Zixi stopped it with her hand, but then she squeezed her little fist and hammered her hand, "I remembered what I wanted to say." ”

The front side was still meditating, and the next second his head was clear, and it was really at that moment that inspiration came, but Shi Zixi forgot what he wanted to say, it was really ......

"Say something." Leng Liuli concentrated his mind, it should be very important to think about it for so long to remember.

"Do you know why I'm taking you to make a game?" Shi Zixi put on a posture of a cultivator, and his expression was also serious.

Dusk had arrived, the setting sun was shining with a slanting halo, and the clouds in the blue sky were already dyed crimson with rotten apples.

The breeze of summer dusk blows through the gray collar of Uncle Weeding outside the window, waving in the wind, looking at the black and thick leg hair under the old skin, how unbridled and sassy it is.

Originally, Shi Zixi's brain also added special effects by herself, depicting literary scenes under Empress Li's poems, but I don't know if her brain hole is too big and her knowledge is too mixed, and there will always be something in the middle that is inappropriate at first glance.

"I don't know." Leng Liuli replied cautiously.

This is a topic introduction, and the following should be a very rigorous and philosophical answer.

Leng Liuli thought so in her heart, and she was also very curious and looking forward to the answer that Shi Zixi was about to say.

"Well, what you say makes a lot of sense, and that's what I think." Shi Zixi looked serious, turned his head to look out the window, forcibly rendering the melancholy atmosphere around him, his eyes drifted into the distance, and as for his thoughts, he didn't know where to go.

Shi Zixi, who pretended to be a faint literary girl, didn't realize that her self-righteous answer didn't match Leng Liuli's answer at all.

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ps: In the past, when I was surfing the Internet, I spent two days and two nights in an Internet café, but now I am doing business, and sitting in front of the computer for more than ten hours is simply fatal

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