More than half of the day has passed, and only the starry night sky remains.

Qi Ran wore glasses, sat in the air-conditioned room, and concentrated on drawing the final ending with a pen tablet.

The smooth lines and mature lines are all indicative of the depth of his painting skills.

He stretched, physiological tears overflowing from yawning hung on the corners of his eyes, Qi Ran wiped them off casually, and sent the manuscript to the editor, hoping that he would not call again tomorrow morning.

Moving his fingers, Qi Ran took out the last can of Coke from the refrigerator, grunted, and half of it was gone.

His mind, which was still a little confused, instantly cleared up a lot.

Looking at the empty refrigerator, he sighed, if he had superpowers, he must have hoped that he could conjure up what he wanted at any time, with just one thought, and he didn't have to run to the supermarket downstairs at all.

As a comic book author, his brain can be infinitely large, and only he knows it.

Grabbing a handful of hair, he looked at the door across from him and sighed, really gone.

He couldn't figure out why he was so concerned about the other side in his heart, shook his head, closed the door, and prepared to go downstairs to buy some fast food and stock up on food for the rest of the week.

I swept more than half of the instant noodles on the shelves into my shopping basket, and I took a bunch of various potato chips, and even several boxes of instant coffee.

Aunt Supermarket is the one who is familiar with Lu Qi, although it is not the first time she has seen Qi Ran so sloppy, but every time she sees it, she can't help but take a second look.

It's not why, it's just that his hair really wants people to go up and stroke it, anyway, it's so messy, and I'm not afraid of messing up a few more strokes.

Qi Ran scanned the QR code with Alipay, yawned, shrugged his shoulders, and the whole body capitalized "mourning".

The street lights in the community have not been repaired, and Qi Ran can only turn on the mobile phone lights, relying on the faint light, wearing glasses and walking to the building where he lives.

The sudden appearance of shadows frightened him, and the plots of various horror movies had already begun to appear in his mind.

The owner of the shadow glanced back, and when he saw that it was an insignificant person, he went back and continued to look downstairs.

Qi Ran exhaled, and the hand holding the bag clenched silently, he obviously demonized this person who stood downstairs late at night and looked up.

Closing the door and putting his things on the table, he walked out to the balcony and looked down.

Is that Sadako brother still standing downstairs? Which girl lives here?

That's right, the person standing downstairs who seems to be looking up at the sky has been set as "Big Brother Sadako" in Qi Ran's heart.

Although he doesn't have long hair and is not white, he still can't hide the ghostly aura he exudes at any time.

Ou Fu stood downstairs for a long time, looking at the balconies with light and dark windows, tilting his neck and not moving.

Even the fat house like the one just now came out to forage, why didn't she see half a figure?

He didn't know which floor and window Lu Qi lived in, but she understood that Lu Qi was in it.

His blonde hair also turned black during the night, blending into the colorless night, perfectly, completely blending in.

He lit a cigarette, and every puff flashed red, and he lowered his eyes, if only she had come out just now, not a fat uncle with glasses.

Qi Ran sneezed, not knowing that the act of stockpiling grain just now had been defined as "Uncle Fat House".