The husband, who longed for a peaceful life, immersed himself in the darkness and fell asleep.
Yin Ronglan rarely wakes up at night, perhaps because of the hot pot at night. He dreamed of walking in the desert in the middle of the night, and finally woke up because of thirst.
It didn't take long for the rain outside to stop and it was sparse again. Yin Ronglan was about to get up when he heard a whisper. At first, he thought that Chen Zhan was talking to him, but when he looked at him through the moonlight, the other party was still lying flat with his eyes closed, and he didn't seem to be half awake.
Listening again, it's talking in a dream—
After the relationship is confirmed, the male god of pretending to be poor finally gets away from it, and we often talk about the past.
An unknown past story gradually emerged from his mouth.
It dates back to not long after we met. At that time, I was busy with my career, receiving some little-known endorsements, and my life was quite busy. There was a time when the male gods were equally elusive, and they rarely met each other.
In addition to beauty and forgetfulness, I almost forgot that there was such a person in my life within half a month.
Until one day, when I was shopping for roasted sweet potatoes on the street, I suddenly saw a familiar figure in the window on the opposite street. The man, with his back to me, was serving tea to the guests, standing silently on the side, as if he was embarrassed.
Life is not easy, I took a few steps forward, just stepped on the zebra crossing and stepped back. Going forward to help vent his anger now is likely to cause him to lose his job.
I had no choice but to turn around and leave, and decided to help the male gods more in the future.
A few days later, I went to the company to sign an endorsement that I just talked about, and there were cleaning staff passing by... Very tall, wearing a mask and bowing his head, he hurried past.
It's him!
The lips moved, but I didn't call out the name after all.
It turned out that he had been working many jobs to make ends meet. The male god looks good and has a good temperament. He can obviously get a better job. After thinking about it, he guessed that he might have a criminal record and would not be hired by other companies.
If I were the boss, maybe I could get the other person out of this predicament. However, I am also in the early stages of starting a business, and there is nothing to help. At this moment, a little girl was led by an adult and passed by, holding a cute doll in her arms.
An idea suddenly popped into my mind: selling handicrafts, such as amulets. It can not only expand the channels for making money, but also plan poverty alleviation.
Because of this idea, I was slightly absent-minded when I signed the contract, and it was already an hour after I calmed down and read the terms and negotiated with the partner. When leaving, the security handed me a cup of milk tea, saying that the cleaning staff asked him to pass it on.
"He also asked me to give you a sentence," the security guard said with a complicated expression: "The weather turns cold, pay attention to your body."
Looking at the milk tea in my hand, I realized for the first time... It turns out that the male god is such a warm person!
This incident was a turning point and a starting point for me to treat him as a true friend, so much so that I was deeply impressed.
One night when the moon and stars were rare, I talked to the male god about the past and remembered the past with a gentle expression.
"It's not me." The male god said firmly.
I was stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought of a man who was secretly guarding, but was mistaken for someone else's annual drama by a crush.
After all, it was the wrong payment!
The next sentence of the male god interrupted this imagination: "But it was indeed my order."
With puzzled eyes, he explained: "During that time, there was a problem with the company's overseas branches, and there was no time to see you when the two sides ran back and forth."
Thinking back carefully, some of the male gods I saw at that time had their backs turned to me, some wore masks, or someone who passed by on the street and disappeared in a hurry... But none of them spoke seriously.
The male god said slowly: "Xiao Zhao said that if friends don't keep in touch for a long time, they will gradually lose common topics, so I hired a few people with similar appearance and stature to show up next to you one after another."
My throat rolled, and I didn't know what to say. After a while, I said, "You actually... raise a trumpet?"
Seeing my bad face, the male god shook his head and said seriously: "Those vests are doing things according to their orders, and they were instructed not to have too much contact with you."
He thought about it for a while, and carefully gave an example: "It's like playing a game. Because I'm usually too busy, I had to find a few boosters to gain experience."
You can enter the advanced dungeon directly when you are finished and go online again.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I remembered that before the male god disappeared, he and I were just nodding acquaintances. Later, when we joined the crew together, we were already good friends who talked about everything.
A scream woke the dog in the yard.
The night is cold as water. You can't blame me for being cruel. On the contrary, kicking someone out of bed and kneeling on the base of the flowerpot is already kind and soft-hearted.
The male god seems to be quite aggrieved: "Those things are what I want to do, but I don't have time."
I smiled but didn't smile: "So you hired someone?"
"The copywriting and creativity are what I think, they are only responsible for the performance." The male god said: "And more money than the average person."
Isn't that enough to tell the truth
Snapped.
Rubbing my hands together, I was expressionless: "Are you awake?"
Male God: "...I was wrong."
"What's wrong?"
Male god: "...you shouldn't find a power-trainer, you shouldn't take shortcuts."
…
The cadence is rhythmic, and there are punctuation in the middle. Yin Ronglan took a deep look at Chen Zhan's sleeping face. Is this a supernatural ability
How can anyone who can sleep and still write, the key is smooth logic and emotional changes.
After a long while, he sighed, "Model worker."
Feeling a vague coolness before waking up the next day, Chen Zhan sat up sleepily, the weather was gloomy.
In hindsight, I realized that Yin Ronglan was not around, and walked into the living room without wearing slippers, and saw the other party guarding the notebook.
"There is so much business in the company recently?" Chen Zhan sat down next to him, rarely seeing this person get up to work early in the morning.
"I work for you." Yin Ronglan replied lightly, checking the last line to make sure there was no typo.
Chen Zhan was stunned, and then looked at the contents of the document carefully, his face changed slightly.
Yin Ronglan ordered it to save, and lightly placed it on the back of his hand: "There's something I've never dared to tell you, actually..."
Halfway through speaking, he lowered his head and lowered his eyes, as if there was something unspeakable.
Chen Zhanhui held his hand, as if to bring him strength.
After a long time, Yin Ronglan said, "Actually, the dreamer is real, I am."
For a while, Chen Zhan even forgot to blink.
"Last night I held you and read your dreams."
Chen Zhan vaguely remembered that he really seemed to dream about this past last night.
Yin Ronglan's forehead oozes thin sweat, and he removes his defenses. For the first time, helplessness and fear accumulate in his pupils: "This ability is very painful. I don't dare to have too much contact with people, for fear that one day I will fall into someone else's dream and won't be able to get out."
Chen Zhan frowned, but they embraced each other many times to sleep.
Yin Ronglan hugged him: "Love makes me strong."
"… "
The amount of information was too large, and Chen Zhan didn't react for a while. He gently stroked the other person's back. He could feel the person in his arms trembling slightly, and it was inevitable that he felt a little distressed.
[System: Excuse me, the host has been talking in his sleep last night.]
The hand that was helping to pat the back stiffened in midair.
[System: I didn't want to say it.]
But I can't watch or listen.
Chen Zhan pushed the person in his arms away, extremely indifferent.
When Yin Ronglan saw his expression, he knew that he had been dismantled, but he couldn't figure out which link went wrong.
Chen Zhan: "I talked in my sleep, right?"
After hesitating for a second, he nodded.
Murderous intent was everywhere, but his tone sounded understatement: "Why are you lying to me?"
Yin Ronglan quickly found an excuse: "Because you are very mysterious."
"… "
"I think I'm worthy of you."
"… "
·
Because of some unexpected accidents, Yin Ronglan went to work a little later than usual.
In the elevator, I met a few employees who were traveling together. One of them was very busy and asked, "What's wrong with your face?"
Yin Ronglan was expressionless: "Mosquito bites."
The employee was surprised: "Can mosquitoes bite the face with the effect of plateau red?"
Take a closer look at both sides, it is exceptionally symmetrical and rosy.
Yin Ronglan glanced at him. No matter how reckless the employee was, he felt something was wrong. The colleague around him tugged at his sleeve, and then shut up.
The elevator stopped on the eleventh floor, and the people inside came down one after another, leaving Yin Ronglan alone to take the elevator.
The employee looked at the elevator that continued to go up and breathed a sigh of relief: "Did I say something wrong?"
The colleague sighed and said, "I don't care what mosquito bites are like, but getting two slaps should be the state of the president."
"… "
in the villa.
An egg is rubbed in the palm of the hand.
The young man went downstairs to see this scene and asked, "What is this doing?"
Chen Zhan smiled: "Hands hurt."
Yin Ronglan did at least one right thing, and thanks to him, today's workload has plummeted. After reading the words of the opposite code throughout the article, the style and wording are quite in place.
Chen Zhan hesitated for a second before posting. Does this count as asking someone to write it
[System: He is just a recorder of dreams.]
It made sense, and Chen Zhan immediately clicked the release.
It was still morning, and there was a lot of time to squander. Without reading the comments, Chen Zhan moved out of checkers and prepared to enjoy life.
With limited resources, only young people can play against him.
After walking for a few minutes, the young man couldn't help but say, "Is this...isn't it a lack of business?"
His original intention of coming here is to participate in the great cause of reigning the world, not to witness 'domestic violence' and play checkers every day.
Chen Zhan focused on the chessboard: "The offline black fan meeting is under preparation, all I can do here is to provide the whitening value."
The key lies in the system's force value and appeal.
The young man asked tentatively, "How is the preparation over there?"
Chen Zhan called out the system to answer the question in person.
"I have absolute certainty that I will be recorded in the annals of history." The round racket slapped his chest.
Chen Zhan let out a 'huh', most of the historical records are stories of losers.
The system is full of self-confidence: "I just tested my IQ, and it's over 80."
'Clap' sound.
Chen Zhan raised his head abruptly. During this period, one of his hands was unstable, and the glass beads fell to the ground and rolled around without a trace.
Not only him, but the youth's complexion was even more splendid, and both eyes looked at the system in disbelief.
"eighty?"
Are you sure that there is not a decimal point in the middle
Ball: "Round up."
Chen Zhan: "...How much did you enter?"
Ball: "Seventy-nine."
In order to prove the truth of what was said, a special identification report was printed out. In black and white, it's not boring enough to fake it.
Chen Zhan stared at it for a long time, without playing any chess, suddenly stood up: "I probably still haven't woken up."
The young man also had the same idea, one went to take a cold shower and the other went back to the room to catch up on sleep.
The author has something to say: Yin Ronglan: The slap you get today is the love bestowed by your lover tomorrow!
System: As long as you study hard, you can improve your IQ.
Chen Zhan: There are too many 'excellent' people around me. I'm just an ordinary person.