At night, a random passer-by popped up, how did he know where his home was?

"Say! Who are you? What is the purpose of tracking me? Jiang Futing threatened in an unkind tone.

"Open your eyes and see for yourself, who am I?" Bai Tang was on the verge of madness, thinking about whether to tie up this person and send him back directly.

But because he said on the phone not long ago that he had a conflict with his family, he was a little hesitant.

Jiang Futing really squinted his eyes very rigorously and looked him up and down, he was so sharp that he had phoenix eyes on weekdays, and after squinting, the demon at the end of his eyes had to be picked up, and he was indescribably amazing.

Jiang Futing was still looking carefully, and the figures that he couldn't see clearly just now slowly gathered in his eyes.

The figure is a little familiar, and the delicate face is also a little familiar.

As if he recognized something, the tension on his face eased a lot, and the faint name of the person was about to come out in his heart.

But I don't know why, thinking about it, he suddenly came up with a completely different picture in his mind.

The never-before-seen images in his memory unconsciously overlapped with the person in front of him, so familiar that they seemed to be engraved in his bones, as if he had really experienced it himself.

But those pictures are still fragmented and intermittent, and there is no way to see the cause and effect and the cause.

I only knew that call, so familiar that I had heard it before.

Jiang Futing's ghost blurted out, "Who is Momo?" ”

Bai Tang's expression was stunned, his brain seemed to have been hit by a gun, and it exploded, and his brain suddenly buzzed into a mess, and it was mixed into a mess.

In just a moment, several doubtful thoughts flashed through his heart.

How did he know the name?

When did he remember?

How much did he remember?

To what extent, or do you just know the name?

Bai Tang's body stiffened like an ice cube, but after a while, he turned his mind and recovered, feeling impossible!

He had always been too concerned about this matter, and he was too sensitive to worry, and the panic and uneasiness that had risen just now were instantly suppressed by reason.

Jiang Futing's face was obviously still a little confused, his eyes were out of focus, and he didn't have any clarity, and he was completely instinctively tended at a glance.

But why did he suddenly ask for this name?

It was useless to have too many questions in his heart, Bai Tang could only tentatively speak: "Where did you hear the name, you drank too much auditory hallucinations, right?"

Jiang Futing pondered for a long time, and after a long time of circling his mind, he couldn't figure out who the person with this name was in the picture, and after a while, he was tired.

He simply bypassed the topic, waved his hand impatiently, and his cold voice carried a rare willfulness, "I didn't drink much, I'll go back." ”

I forgot to even ask who the person in front of me was.

Bai Tang breathed a sigh of relief, but seeing that he still turned around and continued to walk forward, he suddenly felt tired of being an old mother, this little kid was really drunk to the point that he couldn't be more stupid, and his hand began to move to record it.

can think that if Jiang Futing knew about it one day, his face would be darker than coal, and finally pressed it.

Out of unease, he followed closely in three or two steps, and asked curiously, "Why do you have to walk back if you don't sit in a car?" If you are annoyed by the bus, you can take a taxi, young master. ”

Jiang Futing didn't remember anything else, but he remembered the things that annoyed him clearly.

The ancients said that it is false to use wine to eliminate sorrow, and it is true to use wine to eliminate sorrow and sorrow.

He was reminded by Bai Tang's words, and thought of Jiang Chao again, and the annoyance of finally falling back came up again, so he could only reply unhappily, "Out of sight, out of mind." ”

Bai Tang didn't understand where he was going, and continued to ask, "Don't see anyone?" ”

There was a sudden silence in the air.

Jiang Futing suddenly stopped, turned his head to look at him, didn't know which tendon came back, and finally recognized the person in front of him, and replied to the horse's mouth, "You are Bai Tang." ”

Bai Tang: "······"

This is probably the most tiring time I've ever known him.

He estimated that with this little child's current brain circuit, it was impossible to chat normally, but seeing him like this, he obviously didn't want to go back, like hiding from something.

He proposed, "Now that you recognize who I am, and you don't want to go back, you might as well not go to my house for the night." ”

Jiang Futing didn't think about it: "Okay." ”

This is also instinctive, he has not regarded Bai Tang as an outsider for a long time, not to mention that he has gone back and forth in that alley so many times, and every time he walks there, he has an indescribable comfort.

There are fireworks in the world, looking at the noisy but quieter than the hurried city that leaves no trace.

After speaking, the figure in front of him seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and before he could recover his senses, he returned to a familiar place, and then was thrown on the bed like garbage.

The world was spinning, and he endured the discomfort of not vomiting, and fell asleep.

Bai Tang tried his best to put him in order.

This man usually looks well-behaved, but when he gets drunk, he is more unkempt than him.

Take off your shoes and change your clothes and twist around, the quilt on the bed has been turned 180 degrees by him, and his sleeping position has no image, wiping his face for him is as reluctant as feeding medicine to a child, and he has been hiding until Bai Tang can't bear it anymore, and he fixed his limbs with ghost energy, and it's finally done!

After Bai Tang finished it, he felt that if he didn't record it, he would really be sorry for his hard work, but he still couldn't help it, and took a photo of Jiang Futing being bound into a mummy.

He was about to enjoy the photo when the monitor of the computer next to him suddenly lit up.

After opening the lock screen,It's still the same game as reality that occupies the entire computer screen.,His game character level has risen a lot.,But compared to the time when you first started playing the game,The upgrade speed can be said to be quite slow.。

More than half a year has passed, and now he is only level 35, and he has been on level 35 for almost two and a half months······

His attention was not on the game, but on the flickering chat reminder window in the lower right corner.

A large row of dense text accusations came over like an essay, and he had a headache so much that his face was a little black, and he didn't even want to read it

eye, pretending that you are not online.

casually hung up his service account, and Bai Tang glanced at the person who got out of bed and was asleep.

Forget it, let's talk about it tomorrow!

When Jiang Futing woke up the next day, his head still hurt a little, and his forehead was as if he had been pricked with a needle.

He habitually stretched out his right hand to touch the phone on the bedside table, but he pounced.

What about his bedside table?

When he realized that something was strange, he immediately opened his eyes, and the tattered and familiar ceiling came into view.

Didn't he remember that he didn't walk back, why did he come to Bai Tang?

When he stood up and sat up slowly, he found that he might not only have been pricked in the forehead, but also beaten by the crowd, and his limbs were stiff and sore.

When he was turning his sour arm, Bai Tang walked in with a bowl of soup, and his face was exaggerated from the sky: "Yo! Finally willing to wake up! ”

Jiang Futing faintly saw the not very good result from his expression, he was silent on his face, pretended to be indifferent and took the bowl, smelled it and guessed that it was a sobering soup, and drank it directly.

The reason for the drunkenness the night before was that his tongue was bitter from the tip of his tongue to the root of his tongue, which would be astringent and bitter if he didn't brush his teeth and drink.

He frowned slightly, handed the empty bowl back, and said politely, "Thank you." ”

Bai Tang took it and raised his eyebrows, and began his usual weird sarcasm: "Yo! Now I know to be polite and reasonable. ”

Jiang Futing's thoughts were blank as soon as he mentioned it, and last night's events were half-clear and half-mushy, he cleared his throat with a desire to cover up, and then simply: "En." ”

Say a few words, and there are fewer flaws.

He only vaguely remembered that someone seemed to be following him on the way home, but he chased him away.

As for how he got here, he really couldn't remember.

Bai Tang saw that he had returned to his usual face, his face was so stiff that he couldn't remember it, so he reminded him very kindly: "You were fierce last night." ”

"What?" Jiang Futing's eyelids jumped, his face was already faintly darkened, he thought that Bai Tang was deliberately teasing him again, but the grievances and helplessness on Bai Tang's face didn't seem to be pretending······

Bai Tang didn't complain enough, so he continued to add fuel and vinegar: "You still beat me." ”

It's impossible to really fight, and when I changed his clothes yesterday, I was half beaten and half troubled, but it's real that I'm tired!

The questions in Jiang Futing's heart were all blocked in his throat, and he couldn't even let out a fart, his wine was so bad?!

He re-examined Bai Tang inside and out, and made sure that he was really not fooling him, and his face turned white.

"I'm sorry." He spoke in great embarrassment, his voice drifting with his limbs.

Bai Tang saw that his face was worse than being struck by lightning, and he couldn't bear to tease him anymore, so he waved his hand generously: "Oh, it's okay, whoever made me a master and a senior brother, it's nothing." are all adults, and they finally finished the college entrance examination, and they can understand if they want to indulge, that is, they should drink in moderation, and don't learn to drink to death! ”

He finally cared for it seriously: "How much did you drink yesterday?"

？ I can drink like this. ”

"That's ······" The expression on Jiang Futing's face became even more embarrassed, and he spit out the last few words like a mosquito and a fly: "Two cups." ”

The expression on Bai Tang's face was very exciting, and he almost twisted himself into a twist if he wanted to laugh or not.

Jiang Futing had a dead face, lying back without love, and covered all the people with the quilt as soon as he pulled it.

"Eh, don't sleep, don't sleep!" Bai Tang knew that he was really angry, so he raised his foot and poked the person who was lying on the corpse through the quilt.

"Yes." A feeble response floated from under the quilt.

"I've got something, really!" Bai Tang remembered that the order last night had been delayed until three o'clock in the morning, and he didn't even bother to look at the information, it was too many words, and he was sleepy when he looked at it.

reminds him of the fear of being dominated by reading more than 20 years ago, anyway, he will definitely not be able to change his life when he is sleepy in reading words, and he can't change it in death.

Jiang Futing didn't squeak, his eyes stared at the light blue quilt covering his head, the summer quilt was thin, and he could faintly see the figure floating on it, as well as the foot that deliberately shook from time to time.

Bai Tang didn't care about it and continued: "There is a list, but it was delayed for one night, and I haven't had time to read it yet." ”

He looked helpless, as if he had really been tossed all night to take care of him.

He said so, if Jiang Futing could still lie down, it would really be struck by thunder, he said lightly: "You take your feet away." ”

Bai Tang happily put away his feet, opened the website page, and waited for Jiang Futing to sit down, and his heart was happy.

Jiang Futing looked at the dense words on it, and knew that he had drilled Bai Tang's routine again.

But taking advantage of Bai Tang's willingness to serve him, he also hurried to call, "Is there boiling water?" ”

(End of chapter)