In a blink of an eye, it was almost the day of the 129th Literary and Art Show, and it was not okay to say goodbye, but the broadcast host was a strong point, so the host of the 129th Literary and Art Show naturally fell on her head.

The manuscript of the string of words was written in the middle of the night, and I wanted to call Pan Yao, but at this time Pan Yao had already fallen asleep, and it was the dead of night.

Whenever Lu Buli stayed up late to this time, it felt as if she was the only one left in the world, except for the wind outside the window, she didn't sleep, and even the curtains were tied in the corner.

Lu Buli always said that the silent darkness is a cage, and all those who go the wrong way will return and trap those who are not redeemed.

Lu Buli remembered the Qingdao boy who broke up, and the boy's online name was Tang Wei.

Tang Wei is a typical flowery big radish, a standard negative example in textbooks, but Lu Buli likes him.

He was her first love, she didn't plan to fall in love, but she couldn't resist Tang Huan's soft grinding and hard deception, and finally became his girlfriend.

She remembered that one day there was a strong wind outside, and she was in a small class that day, but because of one of his messages, she asked for leave to go downstairs and call him, and without saying a word, he said let her wait a while, and call her later, she waited downstairs, waited, waited, her whole face was frozen red, and he still didn't call.

When she got through the phone, she heard him say softly, "I'm sorry, I forgot." ”

At that time, she only thought that he had really forgotten, and never felt that her love had become more and more undignified from then on.

Suddenly, a familiar voice of special concern sounded, which she had set up specifically for Tang Wei.

She couldn't wait to turn on her phone, and saw a small circle hanging behind the three words Song Jiguang on it, and she didn't know when this guy set a prompt tone for herself.

Just when I was a little frustrated, the other party made a video call.

Lu Buli looked at the quilt he hadn't folded in a panic, looked at himself in the mirror with his face facing the sky, and rang the phone for a long time, and hung up decisively.

The bell rang again, she was a little impatient, but when she saw that this time it was a voice call, she smiled slightly, and had to admit that Song Jiguang was always intimate to her heart.

Picking up the phone, her slightly tired voice worried him, and he said, "Lu Buli, have you had dinner?" ”

She nodded slightly, suddenly realizing that he couldn't see, and then let out a soft "um".

His low voice reassured her, and suddenly a sleepiness that she hadn't felt in many years at night swept over, and she was just a little drowsy when she saw the camera turned on on the other side.

Song Jiguang was lying on the bed, and the dark blue silk pajamas were against his skin, showing the sexiness of a man.

"Wear a little more at night at work, your legs can't get cold."

"Hmm"

"If you can't eat at night when you're hungry, your illness will easily recur."

This time, Lu Buli didn't answer, she raised her head in a daze, and looked at Song Jiguang in the video: "What...... Sick? ”

He frowned slightly on the phone, and then said softly: "Your insulin resistance and can't eat night food, you know?" ”

His voice was still very gentle, but there was a lot of reproach in the gentleness, as if to say that she didn't care about herself.

She let out an afterthought "oh", and then suddenly startled: "How do you know?" ”

She has insulin resistance, no one knows about it except for her and his parents, why does he know?

The person on the other side of the phone did not answer this question, he looked at the screen with soft eyes, and there was no Lu inseparable in his eyes, but they seemed to be inseparable.

Twenty-five-year-old Lu Buli is very good at taking care of himself, and he also knows how to control himself, he never let Song Jiguang worry about it, but it makes him feel distressed, he always wants to look like her when she is young, it turns out to be so cute and presumptuous.

I don't know why, Song Jiguang wants to keep that naivety and presumptuousness.

"Song Jiguang, don't you have to study?"

Lu Buli's sudden question caught Song Jiguang off guard, he just froze slightly: "I...... Now my job is to accompany you, go to write the manuscript quickly, and rest early after writing. ”

Her heart moved, looking at his eyebrows, she couldn't help the corners of her lips from rising in her heart.

In the endless night, Lu Buli concentrated on the manuscript, she liked the feeling of being accompanied by people, although she often said: Actually, I may be more suitable for a person, I love loneliness, it makes me free.

But in fact, Lu Buli is also the most afraid of a person, because the feeling of going against the world is like carrying the weight of a thousand gold.

It was already two o'clock in the morning after the manuscript was written, Lu Buli closed the computer and typed Hache, then picked up his mobile phone, and Song Jiguang was reading a book on the screen.

"I'm done, I'm going to sleep."

There was some caution in her voice, as if she was afraid to disturb him.

He put down the book and looked up at the screen, his eyes were extremely serious, making Lu Buli have the illusion that he could see himself.

He said, "No, if you feel in a cage in the middle of the night, then I am willing to accompany you, and if I can't get you out, then I will accompany you to hell." ”

Lu Buli's eyes were wet, she held her phone tightly, and covered her lips with the other hand to prevent herself from crying, she thought, how could he save her? No one can, and she doesn't need anyone to accompany her to hell, but ...... His words were enough for her to regard this person as a confidant, and she would never recover.