The daylight seems to be shorter than anywhere else in Yangcheng. When night falls, all the fog comes back together to form powerful clouds, which snow in winter, rain in summer, and snow particles at the turn of autumn and winter. A lot of snow and rain like to start falling at night and end before dawn, a bit unnoticed.

"The temperature has plummeted, and it looks like we need to add a layer of quilt at night."

"It's better to have a human quilt. The humidity in the room is a little heavy, and the unfamiliar bed is really afraid of insomnia tonight. We can ......" Xu Zhisheng didn't say it, obviously wanting to express it with a serious and obscene micro-expression. He was afraid that if he spoke out, he would be rejected or beaten up. Although he said it many times, he liked her to take the initiative, but she never took the initiative, quite like Sun Tzu's style of standing still in the Art of War.

"Don't drink tea at night, just drink a little beer, drink and sleep better."

"It's such a cold day, it's such a cold wine, but fortunately, my heart is hot. You said that if it rains and snows, I won't personally send you the painting, and it's really hard to guarantee that something will go wrong with the painting on the road. ”

"You've been asking for credit all the way, let's say, what do you want in return?"

"Hahaha, you know what I want, and I ask knowingly, it's so cute."

"You have a merit in sending paintings, you sleep in bed tonight, and I sleep on the sofa."

"The huge house has only one bed, and it is only one meter and a half wide, it seems that you are sincere and don't let me lie around!"

"I didn't know you were coming here. Besides, no one else has ever been here. ”

The light in the room had already been turned on, Xu Zhisheng flew into the room like an arrow, placed himself on the side of the bed, leaned on his side, and said to Bai Yun: "Look, I will occupy half of the bed's resources at most, two people, okay." ”

"You can rest first, and I'll go and stay with the painting for a while."

This road has actually made Xu Zhisheng lose his physical strength, and not long after lying down, he snores. In the face of snoring, if you wake him up, the snoring will stop for a moment, and soon it will sound again. After Bai Yun lit the night light in the room, he exited the room and continued to hold the painting to look for some clues.

Could it be that there is a hidden mechanism in the painting? I have met this painting three times, and each time the picture of this painting is different, will it be different when I wake up tomorrow? Holding it in my hand, I didn't notice anything unusual, but there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity. If it's the same painting, how can you change the picture without being noticed?

I don't know if it's rain or snow outside the window. There was no sign of snow yesterday, and I even felt a little stuffy for a while, but I didn't expect the night to change dramatically. This change has to make the white clouds and the changes in this painting together. It's just that the change in the weather is natural, and the change in this painting must have been deliberately painted by someone's hand with the help of some kind of magic.

The sound of snoring in the room and the sound of snow particles falling outside the window come and go, and it's hard to tell the winner. The painting is fixed to the phone holder. Baiyun leaned back on the couch and fell asleep watching. She dreamed that she was lying on a bed on a cliff and watching a movie, with a narrow towel blanket covering her bare body. It was raining outside, the movie screen was clear, and no raindrops were falling on it. Just when she was lonely, a strange woman climbed into her bed. The bed babbled as the weight of the two men was about to overload. The woman looked pitiful, and as soon as she got into bed, she wrapped around the white clouds like a vineman, giving people a sad and sloppy impression.

Bai Yun didn't dare to move, only to see the towel blanket covered in the middle of the two, half of the body was exposed, the wind blew, the pores on the body gradually enlarged, and the raised part was like being bitten by a mosquito, a little itchy.

The movie screen kept moving, but Bai Yun didn't know what it was playing, there was no plot, and he couldn't hear the sound clearly. During this time, she tried to escape several times, but she could not get rid of Tengman's entanglement.

When I woke up, there was no trace of a woman around me. My forehead was wet, and I couldn't tell if it was a cold sweat or a hot sweat from my body.