For weeks, I lived a two-point life.

Cutting the number of gatherings from three times a day to just one, and only at the time of the night when they were about to go to bed, no one knew that I was not panicking about Azhario, who had been smiling and silent all the time, and I did not feel guilty for ignoring Bruce by his side.

I was just...... 刳精鉥心開間運運.

However, tears are not omnipotent, at least they cannot completely erase the "transient changes in the trajectory of fate", I am convinced of this.

Therefore, it is not so simple to feel relieved, and until I find the right way to cope, I can only escape.

"You can't do that......" I remember was the only time Hazario spoke in the early part of those weeks.

"I think I'm doing well."

Azario rolled his eyes, he didn't need to look at it, he just sniffed the air around the girl in front of him to know that it was not the slightest bit good, "If this continues, the biological clock will be messed up." ”

"What is the biological clock?" Unfamiliar words have attracted so little attention.

"All animals on the earth have a physiological mechanism called the 'biological clock', which can control the development of time and space in life, that is, a 24-hour cyclic rhythm from day to night, such as a cycle of light and darkness, which coincides with the rotation of the earth. It can indicate the time, prompt the event, maintain the status, and suppress the function. We have circadian rhythms for sleep, wakefulness, and eating behaviors that are all attributed to the biological clock. ”

"In other words, you snooze, gluttony, and even spontaneously hold concerts and bleed at a fixed time every day because of this thing called the 'biological clock'?"

Azario's eyebrows twitched, obviously he said something of academic significance, but he didn't expect that when he came to the audience, it became this "want to hit the wall" virtue, of course, it was not that he wanted her to hit the wall, but he wanted to hit it himself.

"I can't figure out why I thoughtfully matched your IQ and condensed the essence of the tirade to tell you kindly, but it became a fallacy to you, but can I take this as if you listened to me carefully?" Endure and don't change color.

"Then I must correct that there are many loopholes in your fallacies."

Azario himself sensed that he was not very gentlemanly, and in order to continue listening to the upcoming talk, he reached out and put it on Bruce's back, and the trembling muscles vibrated on Bruce but brought the illusion of caressing...... For the first time, Bruce missed his master's heart, so he obediently did not move away, and accepted the master's "kindness".

"First of all, we are angels, this is still what you sued me, not animals, how can there be this 'biological clock'? Besides, if it's really good, then why do you still hold the concert for seven hours so unrestrained? Every day, he forgot to feed Bruce, and he liked the flowers and plants around him so quickly that he even ...... "didn't continue to count down, because the body of the snow leopard in front of him suddenly stiffened, as if it was fried, as if someone had grabbed its tail."

I looked over and it really got caught by the tail!

Perhaps the blow was too heavy, and the hand on Bruce's back slid down his body in a muddle, and just as I was in the middle of my count, he touched a slender, furry thing, which was pliable and flexible to the touch, and fell into his hand like rain in time, clearly for him to vent.

Where did Bruce have thought that it would become like this! I had been listening to Azario's chatter for hours before, and when I felt the touch of my master, I thought he heard his heart wanting to sleep, but it turned out to be ...... Without saying a word, of course it couldn't speak, and when it raised its hind legs, it was a beautiful side kick, and then it turned its head in a dashing way to leave the dumbfounded Azario a star, tilted his head, pushed the door open with his claws, and walked in the direction of his bedroom.

Azario looked at the back of his hand that had been brutally attacked, this guy is a feline no matter what, why is he still so balanced after being caught with his tail?

"You see, Bruce can't stand it anymore." I'm "mending the knife" on the sidelines.

After saying what he wanted to say, he was about to leave the living room and go back to his bedroom, and before Azario disappeared from sight, I saw him bend forward in frustration.

In fact, this is what I want to do the most, the small and complicated rain and weeping clouds are darkened under my silence, but they are not extinguished, but they are just put aside by me, just like the turbid water surging on the side of the asphalt roadside that is a section below the sidewalk, even if the rain has passed later, the traces of a dark shade still exist, and the thin gray that has not passed the sole of the shoes is separated but fits, indicating that it has intersected.

And it seems that fate occasionally finds out that Azario and Bruce, and all the others, choose to keep silent about my anomaly, and do not take the initiative to provoke me, which really makes me feel a little less burdened, so I simply shut myself in my bedroom the rest of the day, except for the meeting that is only one time.

However, there is still such a person who will die and this person is Vincent. Van Gogh.

Whether it was his stumbling footsteps or his knocking on the door with a different rhythm every time, it was all imperceptibly intervened in my biological clock in this unilateral compulsive sexual act that was dyed day by day.

"Look, Aso, I'm painting an iris basking in the sun today!"

"Aso, come and see, I drew a saffron basking in the sun today!"

"Aso, come and see! Today I finally waited for the best expression of the impatiens when they bask in the sun! ”

The red-haired man came every day, and he painted all kinds of flowers for many days in a row, and later began to paint myrrh, frankincense, calamus, agarwood...... I knew this guy had painted all the flowers he could see.

I don't know if he did it intentionally or not, maybe it was out of politeness, he always came to me before the meeting, showed me the painting he had spent the whole day, I ignored him and put the painting down and left, but I didn't participate in the meeting, and then I would go to the whole team with a belly full of anger, and I would lie in bed all night in a state of anger, and I couldn't sleep during the day, and continued to wait for the chirping of his hippie smile, so that silence and pent-up anger contributed to a vicious circle.

Finally, even an angel can't help but want to curse!

"You man, why do you draw sunbathing things every day?" finally broke out with a loud shout, but it was this that was entangled, not only him, but even myself was surprised.

"You don't like the sun?"

"I hate daytime."

"Why? Day and night, like night, are the beautiful faces of nature. ”

Your words are conclusive, but they seem to be swaggering and righteous.

"No reason, just annoying." I gritted my teeth and spit out these words, and the hatred penetrated into the red-haired man's skin with a blood-cooling effect, even the lowest EQ person could see that these words were sincere at the moment, and this hatred was still increasing, and the twists and turns of the world were suddenly black and white.

But although I understood this qiē, in the end it was low emotional intelligence, and the judgment made by the red-haired man made me speechless to the point of crying and laughing. R1152