The room was quiet all of a sudden, and the bedside light was on, warm yellow, illuminating the whole room in a sea of warm yellow. The tassels on the lampshade occasionally swayed slightly, and the shadows were reflected on the wall, like ripples on the sea surface being blown by the breeze, and the Western paintings hanging on the walls also had a bit of psychedelic color.

Qin Youchen was lying on the bed, with one hand on his head, looking at the uneven Western paintings hanging on the wall through the gauze tent, one by one, all of them were Zhao Ji, some were wearing Western clothes, some were wearing Chinese, some were in the park, some were at the party, and some were in the room, the expressions were smiling, some were distracted, some were angry, some were shy, all of them were delicately and delicately depicted, if it were not for the attentive painter, they would never be able to paint. Most of them show sweet smiles on her face, and in some of them she even smiles very brightly, showing her neat teeth, and her eyes are curved like crescent moons, showing the charming brilliance of peach blossom eyes when they smile.

It turns out that she used to laugh like that before?

"Who painted these paintings? It's quite similar. He asked Zhao Ji, who was sitting at his desk reading a book.

There was no answer.

He glanced sideways in the direction of the desk, but saw her back straight, looking intently at the book on the table, and her unsmiling side face, as if she hadn't heard him.

But she clearly heard it. Qin Youchen thought for sure, moved slightly, sat up with one hand on the bed, and said, "Your maid has the ability to be sharp and sharp, I thought it was your true inheritance." Unexpectedly, you are not a person with sharp teeth, on the contrary, you are quite good at pretending to be deaf and dumb. ”

Zhao Ji turned a deaf ear, moved his left hand, lifted the page, and shook the silver bracelet on his wrist.

Seeing that she refused to reply, he didn't ask anymore.

The room was silent again, except for the ticking of the clock, like water dripping from the eaves. Zhao Ji looked down at the book, she planned to spend the night by reading a book, but as time passed, her sleepiness became heavier and heavier, and she pressed down one by one, falling on her eyelids, after all, she still couldn't stand it, and fell asleep directly on the desk. Maybe he was too tired from the journey, and soon fell asleep deeply.

After a while, the gauze tent of the bed was lifted, Qin Youchen sat on the edge of the bed, looked at Zhao Ji who was sleepy and asleep on the desk, and smiled helplessly: "Playing tug-of-war with me, it's really overwhelming." ”

He stood up, walked over to make sure that she was really asleep, then helped her, carefully held her in his arms, and then walked to the side of the bed and put it on the bed, a series of movements were natural and natural, and the movements were indescribably gentle, as if he was afraid that he would accidentally wake up a sleeping person.

The moment he put her on the bed, the faces of the two men were so close that he could even touch the tip of her nose with a slight bow.

Suddenly, Qin Youchen was in a trance for a moment. He stared at her face, her pale skin, her small nose and mouth, her thick eyelashes, her closed eyes, and her frowning brow. She was very quiet when she slept, and her expression did not seem as cold as usual, on the contrary, she was more harmless, fragile and sad, which made people feel pity when they saw it.

At this moment, she couldn't help but want to kiss him.

However, at this moment, he suddenly noticed that there was liquid sliding from the corners of her eyes, and it was tears.

She's crying? Qin Youchen was stunned, what was it that made her cry even in her sleep?

"Far the same, far the same, far the same......" a name overflowed from her mouth, murmuring, nostalgic, pleading, and sad......