"Brush!"

The sound of the door being opened, and there was finally a noise in the beautiful, lifeless little suite.

A trace of heat crept out of the door, and Lan Sui, who was wearing a white yukata, also walked out of the bathroom. Wipe his head with a thick white towel, and at the same time walk to the bay window of the suite, and sit casually.

After the hair is dried, a towel is casually draped around the neck. Originally, he was going to watch the peaceful and noisy Jijing Zhidong from this windowsill. However, Lan Sui, who had just made a move, couldn't help but look at the charging phone on the sofa.

"They should all be asleep at this time, won't it disturb Xun and Jingzi's rest if they call over?"

He muttered to himself that he didn't get up to pick up his phone after all.

Then he turned out the window - and within a few seconds, his eyes were on his phone again.

"Perhaps, didn't go to bed that early?"

In fact, after living together for nearly a year, Lan Sui has long been familiar with their living habits.

Smoke likes to read literature, Natsume Soseki, Mishima Yukio, she likes them all. Osamu Dazai and Ryunosuke Akutagawa, however, have abandoned them, saying that just looking at their work is like looking at Van Gogh's paintings.

Lan Sui was confused for a moment when he faced her description, but he was stunned.

I feel sad because of the poignancy.

Recently, I should be looking at Yasunari Kawabata's works.

Sometimes, she would read late into the night without realizing it. But her powerful biological clock also reminds her to go to bed on time, and at some point when you enter her bedroom in the middle of the night, you can see her half-curled up against the head of the bed, the book resting on her slender legs, and her little head looking at the book little by little like a chicken pecking rice.

Some want to laugh, but more because they feel her cuteness.

Jing Zi's words are simpler, she doesn't like to read much, but it is more bizarre. Sometimes I fall asleep early like an elementary school student. But occasionally she would fall asleep and think of all sorts of things she wanted to do.

Or go to the ancient temple and get drunk with the three demons.

Or climb to sleep in the highest tree in the mountains.

Or quietly sneaked to Lan Sui's bedside, and didn't go into the quilt to just look at his sleeping face, and then fell asleep.

It's very funny, but this is Jingzi, which makes people want to press her on their legs and slap her little ass hard. When she was in tears, she hugged her in her arms and comforted her.

Well, after thinking about it so much, it seems that it is really possible that they did not fall asleep.

With many reasons in his heart for not sleeping tonight, he reached out from his bathrobe and beckoned to his mobile phone that was charging on the sofa.

The mobile phone that was quietly charging there seemed to be controlled by a pair of invisible hands, the charging cable was unplugged by itself, and the mobile phone slowly rose into the air and came straight into the palm of Lan Sui's hand.

I don't have time to think about it, Lan Sui doesn't need to look at the screen to easily find out the numbers of the two girls, and then, then, and then dial that number to pinch?

Smoked, or still?

Lan Sui's fingers paused for a moment, and he blinked his eyes and looked a little confused.

Wait a minute!

It's okay, there's another way, I still have a landline phone in my house!

The fixed line that has not been used much has always played a key role at this time, and the old road that is drifting in Fengdu Yecheng is far away, this time I really thank you for your foresight!

With infinite gratitude in his heart, Lan Sui used his mobile phone to dial the landline of the Taoist temple at home.

Toot ~ Toot ~ Toot Toot.

The call came through quickly, and the wait seemed long and fast.

Slow is anxious and apprehensive, fast because it's really connected quickly!!

"Hey, that one?"

"Eh, hello, I'm Lan Sui...... Wrong! Subconsciously thought it was a call to someone else's house, but Lan came back to his senses after saying it.

"What are you calling?!"

It's been nearly half a year since they got along, and Lan Sui is naturally able to discern who answered the call from the sound of the phone.

However, when he recognized it, Lan Sui felt a sense of foreboding.

"I'm answering the phone?"

Irichijaku asked suspiciously, "Then who do you want to answer the phone?" ”

I.... Nobody wants to do it, okay?

Putting this kind of multiple-choice question in front of a Libra man like Lan Sui is simply making him suffer.

After a few turns of various choices in Lan Sui's head, he made a choice that was not a choice, "Let Xun or Jing Zi answer the phone." ”

Well, it's about throwing that choice to someone else.

"Oh, you're looking for both of them?"

The inner bird, who was answering the phone in the Taoist temple, looked at the door that had been closed for a long time and said, "But the two of them have already gone to sleep, are you sure you want them to ...... at this time." Wait a minute! ”

Listening to the words of the inner bird, Lan Suidu was about to deal with a few words casually and then hung up the phone, when he suddenly heard the words coming from the phone.

"Whose phone number?"

"That stinky boy."

"Oh, answer me."

"No, I'm ready to talk to him."

"Yes~"

Then there was a crackling sound, not very loud, but it was clear that the phone had fallen to the ground, and there was a cry for help from a small finch.

Is this another death?

When Lan Sui was guessing in his heart, a female voice also came out of the phone: "Hey? ”

"Smoked?"

"Well, if you haven't found a girlfriend again and are ready to dump me, it should be me."

The complaining words and the cold tone are correct.

It's just-"Why do you say something that wants to make people complain so much." ”

"Isn't it all like this in the anime and inside?"

Smoke sat on the back of the unconscious Irinai, leaning against the cold wall at night, "The male protagonist left the side of the female protagonist, and met a new girl when he went out on a mission or practice. and also formed an unbreakable friendship in the task of life and death, and finally forgot about his girlfriend in his hometown. ”

"I haven't forgotten you."

Lan Sui, who has a very strong sense of survival, hurriedly said.

"So you're meeting new girls?" Yan asked immediately.

"Smoke, I miss you."

It can't be said that there is no element of changing the topic involved, but at the moment of speaking, Lan Sui knew that the thoughts that surged in his heart were indeed real.

Unfortunately, the response Lan Sui received was - "We have to think of many people a day, relatives, friends, enemies, and unrelated people who have met each other. Really thinking about someone, remembering him, hoping to be close to him, this is very rare. Personnel are too busy to allow us to concentrate and miss one person without interruption. The thoughts we miss for our dearest people in our lives may add up to less than one hour, and besides, the thoughts are only glances and thoughts on him. ”

A smile hung on the corner of Lan Sui's mouth, he seemed to know that his girlfriend was unusual. But he is still confiding in his heart:

"And I can think of you today for more than one-sixth of a day." After a slight pause, Lan continued: "From the take-off of the plane to the rest in the room, I am thinking about you. ”

"It feels real or fake."

Smoke was complaining over there.

Then there was a long silence, as if something was brewing, until a whisper was heard:

"Still, it's nice."