The previous flowing clouds and rivers instantly became blocked by the river, which made Yan Chuluo a little crazy, and even the things he had written before suddenly became untasteful.

She threw the manuscript paper into a ball and threw it into the trash can on the side, and continued to take out a new piece of paper to write and draw, those ghost-like symbols seemed to have really become ghost talismans, which made Yan Chuluo look upset, and threw them into the trash can again.

I don't know how many times this action was repeated, Yan Chuluo was finally overwhelmed and couldn't write anymore.

She sat down on the small sofa beside her, took a piece of white paper and began to tear the paper strips one by one, and after a while, a piece of A4 paper at the end of the paper seemed to have been destroyed by a shredder, turning into a piece of debris.

When Murong Niannian opened the door, he saw Yan Chuluo twisting his eyebrows and looking ahead, the ground was already in a mess, and his fingers were still slowly and methodically continuing to torture and mutilate those papers.

Murong Niannian frowned, walked to the table, picked up the "Ghost Drawing Talisman" that Yan Chuluo hadn't finished writing yet, glanced at it, and put it back on the table, before walking to Yan Chuluo's side and sitting down.

Yan Chuluo seemed to have left his body, unaware of Murong Niannian's arrival.

Murong Niannian shook her slender jade finger in front of her eyes, but our eldest lady Yan continued to immerse herself in her own world as if she hadn't seen it.

Murong Niannian was very afraid of Yan Chuluo like this, and she was a little anxious, and called Yan Chuluo a few times, she was afraid that she would be closed in her own world and not be able to get out.

Fortunately, with the call of Murong Niannian one syllable higher than one syllable, Yan Chuluo finally called Yan Chuluo back, Yan Chuluo turned his head to look at Murong Niannian with some dementia, and Murong Niannian was relieved, although the appearance was still a little abnormal, but it was so moved.

Yan Chuluo's eyes focused on Murong Niannian's body, and then he suddenly said, "Oh, Niannian, you're here." ”

Murong Niannian finally breathed a sigh of relief and sighed lightly: "I said Miss, can you stop being so scary?" ”

Yan Chuluo looked at her blankly as if he didn't know what was going on: "What's wrong?" ”

Murong Niannian saw that she had finally returned to normal, so she didn't say anything more, and instead said, "Miss, what time is it?" Grandpa Yan is going crazy looking for you. ”

Yan Chuluo looked up at the wall clock on the wall, and it was eight o'clock on it.

"Oh, it's time to go home."

Murong Niannian knew that she must have regarded this time as eight o'clock last night, and glanced at her: "Miss, it's time for you to go home, it's time for you to go to work now." ”

Yan Chuluo's whole person paused a little sluggishly: "Go to work? It's already morning? ”

Murong Niannian nodded: "Last night, Grandpa Yan waited for you to see that you didn't come home at eleven o'clock, so he called me, as soon as I guessed that you must be here, he lied that you were at my house, forgot to call him, and had already fallen asleep." I hung up the phone and hurriedly called you, but you didn't answer, and then called the doorman downstairs, and they said that you did come, and I was relieved. ”

Yan Chuluo didn't reply, he didn't sleep all night, he was really sleepy at this time, and his whole head was wooden.

"I said Miss, can you give someone a breath in advance next time, everyone is in a hurry."

Yan Chuluo answered, and began to squat on the ground to clean up the scraps of paper.

"Are you stuck again?"

Yan Chuluo has extremely high requirements for the music he makes, and every time he creates, it is not always smooth, and now this situation has happened many times, every time it is like this, it is like a different person, which is extremely scary.

Yan Chuluo didn't reply, he only felt that his brain was too tired to think, and the whole person seemed to be about to collapse, and continued to clean up the mess on the ground.

Murong Niannian continued to chatter endlessly: "I said you can't write it, so don't write it yet, why are you pushing yourself so hard?" What if one day you drive yourself crazy? What are you going to do with Grandpa? ”

Yan Chuluo responded, and then said, "You help me ask for a leave, I want to sleep at home for a day today." ”

Murong Niannian knew that this would be the case, and sighed: "I have expected it a long time ago, I have already invited you over, and I have also said hello to Grandpa Yan, saying that you are under too much pressure at work during this time, so I will take you to the suburbs to play for two days and relax." ”

After hearing this, Yan Chuluo threw the last confetti into the paper basket, stood up and walked out into the bedroom, threw himself directly into the big bed, and slept unconscious.

Murong Niannian looked at Yan Chuluo and fell asleep in this second, and he was also amazed.

In the face of her, except for a helpless sigh, it seems that nothing can be done.

Murong Niannian is obviously only in her teens, it is the age of innocence, she is heartbroken for this girl, how many times she has sighed in this moment, she wonders if she is the reincarnation of her mother, this is to take care of her mother for her.

Murong Niannian folded the quilt for Yan Chuluo, got up and went back to her workshop, cleaned up the "garbage", put the food brought to her in the refrigerator, made a pot of warm boiled water in the thermos pot, left a note, and went out.

……

Yan Chuluo slept directly until it was dark.

When she woke up, she was looking for water to drink because of her dry mouth, and she took a glass of warm water while drinking it, while looking at the note left by Murong Niannian on the table.

Although this girl is young, she is very calm in her work, she thinks about things well, and always takes care of her by her side, and sometimes she even feels that she is like her sister.

She heated the rice brought by Murong Niannian in the microwave, and after dinner, she felt that she was full of blood and resurrected, and her body seemed to be full of energy.

After finishing myself thoroughly, I remembered that I had abandoned my mobile phone that I didn't know where it was, searched the whole room, and finally saw its young trace in a corner of the workshop.

Yan Chuluo didn't want to be disturbed every time he was creating, so his phone was directly turned to silent, and he was also shocked when he saw those reminders on the screen.

This fully shows how meaningful her existence in this world is, and so many people will miss her.

There are countless missed calls, and there are more than 20 messages, some are short messages, and some > missed calls are mainly from three people: Yan Aoshen, Murong Niannian, and Lu Yang.

The short messages mainly come from one person: Lu Yang.

> Xingliang, Zhang Haijun and Qian Sheng came to ask her why she asked for leave today and whether she was sick, which made Yan Chuluo sigh that the meal was really meaningful, one meal gave her a sense of existence in the office, and no one would ask her how many days she disappeared before.

Yan Chuluo couldn't help but curse in his heart: It's really hypocritical.

There is also information from Li Guan'er, she said that she had a birthday on the weekend and wanted to invite her to celebrate her birthday with Xu Leiqian.

There is also a message from Xu Leiqian, asking her what birthday gift the two should give for Li Guan'er's birthday on the weekend.

There is also Gu Yu's, who told her about the progress of the project and some details of the work.

……

Yan Chuluo took more than ten minutes to read all the reminders, and then she called Lu Yang very seriously.

The phone was connected, and Lu Yang asked, "What's wrong?" Haven't been able to reply to messages? Busy at work? ”

Yan Chuluo smiled and said perfunctorily: "I didn't know where I threw the phone for a while, so I found it." ”

Lu Yang didn't delve into the truth of Chu Luo's words, and instead asked: "If you are busy with work, remember to eat well, don't work too hard, you have to combine work and rest, otherwise it will be late if your body collapses, are you off work now?" ”

Yan Chuluo was stunned, she was a little speechless for a while, and in the face of Lu Yang's concern, she couldn't tell a single lie, and her words were suddenly stuck.

It's like her creation is stuck. This card was like clicking a certain switch of Yan Chuluo, and suddenly something seemed to be jumping in her head, and it came......

"Uncle, I'm sorry, I happened to have something to do, I'll call you when I'm done." After speaking, Yan Chuluo hung up the phone directly, this was the first time she hung up Lu Yang's phone so directly.

Putting down the phone, she hurriedly grabbed a pen, and before she had time to get the paper, she grabbed the napkin on the table directly, and began to write.

Yan Chuluo's facial expression is very rich, the eyebrows, eyes, and corners of his mouth are ...... Every muscle in the face is like a jumping musical note......

Ten minutes later, Yan Chuluo wrote four or five napkins full of the notes of those ghost drawings, and after writing, he picked up those soft napkins, kissed them on the mouth, and ran back to his studio excitedly.

She slumped the napkins aside in order, her fingers darting over the keys, and a string of melodious melodies swirled around the room.

This time the tune was much better than what Yan Chuluo played yesterday, Yan Chuluo was very satisfied, and played it several times repeatedly, and there seemed to be some minor problems in a few places, she crossed out the original notes, wrote new ones, and then played them again.

In the constant repetition of the toss until midnight, I don't know how many times she played this tune, and her fingers began to go numb, and the fingertips were the kind of pain that was about to wear out the skin.

Fortunately, the final song made Yan Chuluo very satisfied, she didn't care about these at all, only excitement and excitement remained, eager to share it with whom, regardless of what time it was, she directly allocated it to Murong Niannian.

Murong Niannian, who was sleeping soundly, was disturbed by Yan Chuluo's call, and she picked up the phone with an extremely serious sense of getting up: "Hey, eldest miss, can you see what time it is?" You don't sleep and you don't let people sleep, do you! ”

After speaking, Murong Niannian hung up the phone, and without giving Yan Chuluo a chance to say a word, he unceremoniously cut off the phone line that implicated the two.

Before Yan Chuluo could share her joy with Murong Niannian, a busy sound of "doodoo" came from the phone, which made her dazed for a moment, but now that the excitement had invaded all her nerves, she dialed it again.

Murong Niannian picked up the phone again, and yelled: "Yan Chuluo, you are so sick!" ”

Yan Chuluo was scolded for a while, but he was still not discouraged and continued: "Nian Nian, I made it, really, I'll play it to you." ”

As he spoke, Yan Chuluo's fingertips touched the keys and wanted to play for Murong Niannian, but Murong Niannian over there was completely shrouded in anger, and scolded loudly: "Yan Chuluo, I don't want to listen to your ghost music in the middle of the night, you are a psychopath, and I will break off friendship with you." ”

The phone was hung up again, Yan Chuluo was stunned, his soul was scared away, and there was only the sentence "I broke off friendship with you" in his ears.