That's right, the madman has completely imagined what happened after he fell asleep last night, and there are even many different versions of the fantasies, but which of these fantasies is the closest to the truth? I don't know, I really don't know.

It's just that after he gets off work, it seems that any scene in the whole world has lost its original sense of existence, whether it is such a noisy city street, or the shops on the side of the road, or even the hot weather, or even a couple of happy lovers passing by, it really seems that all of them have lost their original existence, in short, he just doesn't care about these, and in his head, he just thinks about Wang Jing.

This is a very terrible emotion, an emotion that can shield the world, and even beautify the world, is this the strength of man's raw power? If so, then this power is simply incredibly powerful, and it is really too terrifying.

So the madman quickly returned to the rental house, but he got off work early, because in their office building, after all the people in the office building and those companies got off work, their security guards followed them, and the people in the office building got off work at half past four in the afternoon, or five o'clock, and there was never a delay in shifting.

At this point, now the madman is sitting in his rental house, looking at the sunset that is about to leave this world again, which proves that the night is about to be ushered in, and the door of the next room is locked, obviously Wang Jing has not yet gotten off work, so he is upset, but also full of expectations, he feels that as long as Wang Jing takes the initiative first, he will end his chastity that he has maintained for nearly twenty years.

But if you really want to do this, then is it worthy of Lili? As for this question, he couldn't figure it out himself, as if he was really sorry for Lili? Or is it just overthinking? But obviously Lili has a good impression of himself, but he doesn't know what Lili thinks now, in short, he just doesn't reply.

So he looked at the pen in his hand, and after being in a daze for a while, he continued to record, recording some of the things that happened during the day, mainly his upset situation, and those congested desires.

……

Soon, it was getting late, and the record at this time had been completed, so after a wait that seemed to be longer than centuries, among the cigarette butts in a place, Wang Jing finally returned, at this time she was still wearing her previous clothes, short sleeves and cropped pants, and a pair of sneakers, but her eyes were big now, standing at his door watery, and her face was full of smiles, and she seemed to blush a little?

The madman panicked instantly, and when he was sure that he still had a pair of pants on his body, he calmed his mind a little, but immediately panicked again, because the madman asked her: "Last night, besides, besides, looking at your notebook, also?" Still? What else do you see? ”

Wang Jing pouted suddenly, her face seemed to be crimson under the dim light, and then she tilted her head, grinned, and raised her head upwards again, and smiled strangely: "See, you." ”

The madman immediately wanted to say something more, but his brain was blank, and when he went to work during the day, he seemed to have prepared all kinds of lines in dialogue, but why couldn't he say anything all of a sudden? Short-circuited head? Haven't the various exercises in the fantasy scenes in my mind been practiced in vain?

So he needs to work hard at the moment, but? How hard do you have to work? And often in this extremely flustered situation, he can only subconsciously pick up a cigarette and then light one, yes, because maybe he can only do the thing of smoking in this extremely flustered situation.

But my heart was beating so fast that it was almost in my throat, what the hell was going on? Is it love? Is it love? He smoked a cigarette and thought about this question, but Wang Jing took out some hundred-yuan bills from her own pocket, probably more than a thousand yuan, right?

Then she took one out of it and handed it to him with a smile: "Now, pay you back." ”

The madman subconsciously reached out to pick it up, which was completely unthought by his brain, because at the moment his brain was completely in a state of short circuit, and his heart was beating out of control.

After handing the money to the madman, she suddenly said, "Can you give me some of your notebooks, and I'll take them to my room to read, because I'm particularly interested in what you've recorded." ”

The madman smiled, and only then did he regain some of his senses: "You liar, in this pile of notebooks, only a few of them have records on them, and the others are empty books, and I have already burned my previous records." ”

As soon as the madman's words came out, Wang Jing's face turned red instantly, this time it was really crimson, and the madman's heart was confused, and his brain was completely blank again, yes, the madman instantly understood what happened last night, in fact, Wang Jing didn't look at his notebook carefully at all, and he didn't even enter the door, but it was true to see him lying on the bed, and the light in his house was on, and it was not turned off.

Wang Jing turned around and went out directly at this time, went to the door of her own room, opened the door and entered the house, closed the door, and even made the sound of pushing the door, until this moment, the madman took a puff of cigarette, looked at the brand new hundred-yuan bill in his hand, and then suddenly realized, he understood that if he knocked on Wang Jing's door at this time, and then between him and Wang Jing, there would definitely be a very, very beautiful story.

The small fan in Wang Jing's room next door began to hum, and he was also sitting in his room, thinking carefully, in fact, she had already given herself countless hints, even the other night, trying to ask him about his own self-sufficiency, it was all hinting to him.

But the madman thinks that there are still some things that seem to be illogical, but what is illogical? This is how he couldn't figure it out, so he was silently distracted and sat in a daze for a long time.

Just like that, listening to the buzzing of the fan next door, listening to the noisy sound on the long street not far outside, and finally looked at the pen in his hand, smiled indifferently, and in the end, he still decided not to knock on Wang Jing's door, because there was no reason at all.

So he just made this complicated thing so that he couldn't understand it clearly, and recorded it in his notebook as it was, and then, maybe really tired, picked up his phone, saw that the time on it was twenty-two forty-one, and got ready to sleep, took out a special windproof lighter, lit a cigarette, smoked it blankly, and even picked up the wine that he hadn't finished a few days ago under the bed, and drank a few big sips, and in an instant, the liquor was burning.

When the cigarette burned out, he muttered softly: "Good night, dreamers of the world." ”

Yes, in the next room, her distinctive voice sounded again, just a simple um-huh, and then the two of them were speechless, and went to sleep.

The madman couldn't sleep, he didn't know what was wrong with him now, he really couldn't sleep, he thought to himself, now, it was really now, he just got up, and he couldn't walk five or six steps at most, he could knock lightly on her door, and the chance of her opening the door was very high, or rather, he didn't even have to get up to knock on the door, just knock on the wall.

However, all this is just imagination, and it seems that it will never be put into action, so he looked at his room, because of this unique dark night after the lights went out, and suddenly there was a burst of distraction, and he didn't even know what to think at all, and then he thought, although the fan came out of the hot air, but even if it was hot air, it could also dispel mosquitoes, yes, that's it, otherwise, the mosquitoes here could tie themselves into a hornet's nest.

……

He was really so upset that he couldn't sleep, his heart was really messy, and he was even looking at the time on his phone again and again, it was now 1:15 in the morning, he still didn't fall asleep, and then lit a cigarette, but at this moment, Wang Jing next door suddenly said softly: "Crazy, the door of my room is not closed, I have already opened it." ”

When he heard this, he really heard it, as if it had only taken a few hours of hard work to calm down his mind a little, because of her words, he was in chaos again in an instant, but he still smiled bitterly in the dark night, and said softly: "I really can't do this, I don't want to be a bad person." ”

But she spoke softly: "Now you are a bad person, and I also envy those couples who live together in our company, don't you envy it?" Do you really hate my past? ”

Villain? Wang Jing actually said that she is a bad person now? Why? Are you really a bad person? I don't know, I just understand that I have to explain something, so he gritted his teeth and smoked a cigarette, and in a panic, he quickly explained softly: "I don't dislike you, really not, believe me, you have to believe me, I swear to God, I really swear to God, I really, really never dislike you, you are really beautiful, really, really." ”

The madman said these words in a panic, and then waited for a long, long time, but he couldn't get any response from her, so he was in his room, he could only watch the night, smoking cigarettes, and even drinking liquor, thinking, thinking about what happened to Wang Jing now, very worried, really worried, watching the cigarette in his hand burn out little by little, wanting to explain something to Wang Jing again.

It's just that the current Wang Jing, she spoke first next door, still in a soft voice, but it seemed to be a little crying: "You just dislike me, you know?" In order to make this decision, I used countless reasons to convince myself that it was not terrible, that I had exhausted all my courage, and I swore that in this life, in this life, there will never be a next time, never again. ”