Wen Chen approached Mo Yi, his light-colored eyes glowed like champagne under the light, and his eyelashes drooped, staring intently at Mo Yi.
The air is filled with the sweet smell of porridge, and the rich rice fragrance is gurgling, blowing towards the face with the warm water vapor.
The overhead light is bright and gentle, blocking the dense and vast night from the window.
The exhaustion from working without sleep and rest came like a tide, sweeping through every sense of the body violently, and smashing the sober reason in the brain to pieces.
Mo Yi looked back at Wen Chen, a slight trance flashed in his eyes—
That strange familiarity seems to be making a comeback again.
Different from the weak and indistinct one last time, this time it came gently and slowly, as if gentle water was flowing over the chest, and the warm touch spread along the limbs...
Hazy as if a midsummer night's dream.
Maybe it was the long working hours that made his brain slow down, or maybe his weak body made his will also weak.
Mo Yi stretched his hand around Wen Chen's neck, gently pressed the back of his neck, and exerted force with his fingers—
He touched Wen Chen's lips lightly, and the soft feather-like touch was gone as soon as he touched it, as light as if it had never existed.
Wen Chen's eyes widened slightly in disbelief, and the way he calmly teased him just now seemed to have been eaten into his stomach.
Mo Yi let go of his hand, took a step back, and said nonchalantly:
"Thank you."
After finishing speaking, he stretched his sore and stiff limbs, then walked to the dining table, pulled out the chair and sat down.
He looked up at Wen Chen with his usual expression, and said with a light smile, "I'm hungry."
Wen Chen seemed to have just reacted, a slight blush spread from the base of his ears, he coughed lightly, and pressed down hard on the corners of his lips that could not be controlled.
He walked quickly into the kitchen, lowered his head and picked up the long-handled spoon placed beside the pot, and stirred it absently for a few times, but he kept peeking at Mo Yi who was sitting at the table from the corner of his eyes.
Mo Yiruo raised his head and looked in his direction, Wen Chen was startled, and immediately withdrew his gaze.
He stared at the overturned porridge in the pot covertly, coughed twice, then reached out and turned off the fire:
"All right."
After finishing speaking, Wen Chen filled more than half a bowl of porridge with a spoon from a porcelain bowl in the cupboard. The rich rice fragrance rose together with the snow-white water vapor, and the whole room was filled with the sweet smell of porridge.
He walked over, pushed the bowl in front of Mo Yi, put the delicate porcelain white spoon on the side of the bowl, and said in a deep voice:
"Be careful it's hot."
Mo Yi pulled the bowl closer, paused suddenly, his eyes fell on the fresh little flowers on the enamel of the white bowl, and asked hesitantly:
"… newly bought?"
According to his impression, he has never cooked since he moved to this apartment. All the kitchen utensils are included with the purchase of the house, and it is even more impossible for him to go out and buy bowls and the like...
Wen Chen pulled away the chair opposite him and sat down, staring at him through the curling white water mist, and gave a soft "hmm".
Mo Yi scooped up a spoonful of porridge and brought it to his lips, blew gently, and then put it into his mouth.
delicious.
Actually... Thinking about it carefully, none of the things he ate in the past few days was not to his liking.
He raised his head to look at Wen Chen who was sitting across the table. The water vapor in the kitchen softened the other's deep-lined face, his high brows were depressed, and when he was not smiling, there was always a faint hint of hostility.
Mo Yi couldn't imagine the scene of the other party going to the supermarket to choose a small porcelain bowl with broken flowers.
But everything seemed so logical that he couldn't question it—as if this was the way everything should be.
He suddenly asked, "By the way, have you recovered from the overdrawn condition?"
Wen Chen nodded.
Mo Yi lowered his eyes and stirred the sticky porridge in the bowl thoughtfully, and continued to ask:
"Since when can you condense into a human form?"
Wen Chen thought for a while and replied, "It was about three days ago."
Mo Yi scooped up a spoonful of porridge and put it in his mouth. The rich aroma of grain spread in his mouth instantly, and the glutinous rice grains and plump red beans were stewed thoroughly.
He lowered his eyes and chewed silently.
When he worked obsessively, he was almost unrecognizable to his relatives—he couldn’t hear the sound other than the machine, couldn’t see the image other than the screen, and the whole person fell into a state of almost obsession, as if he had entered another world. .
People who don't know him very well will not know his habit.
Mo Yi couldn't help but recall what he asked Wen Chen when he was in the dungeon - "So we met before?"
Wen Chen's avoidance at that time made him affirm his guess.
But everything that happened afterwards—whether it was the sense of familiarity that appeared from time to time, or the other party's understanding of him.
All of them prove that... they may have not only met each other, but even had such a close relationship that they could know each other's personal habits.
But Mo Yi looked back on his life over the past twenty years, and was very sure that he had never met Wen Chen.
So, here comes a new question... If he and Wen Chen really knew each other before, where did their previous memories go
It stands to reason that he could actually ask Wen Chen directly. According to the attitude he showed before, it is very likely that even if he is punished, Wen Chen will desperately give him the answer—
The spoon touched the bottom and made a crisp sound on the bottom of the porcelain bowl.
Mo Yi let out a long sigh of relief, and finally gave up on his thoughts—
First, according to the fact that he couldn't even remember his own name, Wen Chen probably didn't know the same. With the current understanding of the game, this problem has probably touched the core of it, and Wen Chen was injured for resisting the game before, and the punishment brought by this resistance is likely to be unbearable even for him of.
According to the current situation, Wen Chen is more or less his teammate. It is not only unwise to cause a wound that is extremely difficult to heal for a temporarily irrelevant issue, but it is not worth the candle.
Mo Yi took the finished bowl to the kitchen and put it in the dishwasher.
The warm feeling of fullness spread from his stomach to his whole body, the soft light illuminated the room in the middle of the night, and the tiredness slowly crawled out from the depths of his body, bit by bit eroding his senses.
Wen Chen also stood up at this moment, looked at Mo Yi who was standing in the kitchen, and said softly: "Go and sleep for a while, you need to rest."
— He is indeed used to falling asleep after working non-stop for several days every time, and then waking up and continuing to work.
Mo Yi yawned, blinked his eyes slowly, and nodded wearily.
He took a shower as fast as he could, brushed his teeth, and then returned to his room, threw his body onto the bed, and the warm and soft bed and quilt rushed towards him.
Wen Chen stood at the door of the room and said softly, "Good night."
Mo Yi replied: "Good night."
The door of the room was slowly closed, and the warm yellow light narrowed and shrunk along the crack of the door, shrinking into a thin gap, only a slight click sounded not far away, and the light disappeared completely. The entire room was shrouded in deep and rich darkness.
Mo Yi suddenly lost sleepiness.
He opened his eyes and stared quietly at the ceiling in the darkness, the blurred silhouette of the overhead light lying quietly in his sight.
There was a faint rustling in my ears, as if the breeze outside the window was moving slowly.
He seemed to feel something, and said:
"... Wen Chen."
As soon as his words fell, mist slowly gathered in the room, condensing into a human figure in front of his bed, standing quietly in the darkness.
Mo Yi closed his eyes helplessly: "Do you usually stay here like this?"
Wen Chen didn't answer, but Mo Yi already knew his answer. He propped up his upper body with his arms, and continued to ask:
"Every day?"
Wen Chen still didn't answer, but Mo Yi saw his head tilted to one side in the dark, and seemed embarrassed to meet his gaze.
Mo Yi sighed: "Aren't you sleeping?"
Wen Chen's voice came from the darkness, low and muffled: "... I don't need to sleep."
Mo Yi turned over from the bed, opened the door of the room and walked out, motioning for Wen Chen to follow.
Wen Chen quietly followed.
Mo Yi opened another door next to his own room. The layout inside was exactly the same as his own room. Mo Yi walked to the bedside table in the room, opened the drawer, took out a mobile phone that was exactly the same as his own, handed it to Wen Chen, and said:
"It arrived right after the last dungeon ended. You were sleeping at that time, so I put it here."
He raised his chin and said, "Open it and have a look."
Wen Chen turned on the screen, and found that there was a conspicuous retro icon on the main screen - Snake.
Mo Yi continued:
"You can explore other functions by yourself, and I have already connected to WiFi for you."
Wen Chen turned off the screen, looked at the reflection of his own face on the screen, raised his head and showed a faint smile: "Thank you."
Mo Yi walked to the door, and said as he walked:
"This will be your room from now on. Although it may not be too big, it is at least an independent space."
He emphasized the word "independence", and when he walked to the door of the room, he turned his head and smiled at Wen Chen:
"Welcome in, roommate."
Mo Yi helped Wen Chen close the door, then returned to his room, yawned, and lay down on the bed.
He reached out and fumbled to turn off the desk lamp, then closed his eyes, sleepiness gradually struck—
After a while, Mo Yi suddenly opened his eyes, narrowed them slightly, and stared at the darkness:
"Wen Chen?"
The room was empty and nothing had changed.
Mo Yi sat up straight, turned on the desk lamp, rubbed his temples with some headaches, and said:
"Come out, I know you're here."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw mist slowly gathering beside his bed, condensing into a human silhouette.
Wen Chen stared at Mo Yi in bewilderment, and asked in disbelief:
"How did you know I was there? Before..."
Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slowly: "Before? Huh?"
Wen Chen knew that he had made a slip of the tongue, so he stopped speaking instantly, and guiltily avoided Mo Yi's gaze and turned his head to look elsewhere, a slight blush appeared on the base of his ears.
Seeing Wen Chen standing beside his bed with his head drooping like a child who did something wrong, Mo Yi sighed, feeling a little soft-hearted.
He moved into the bed:
"Come up."
Seeing Wen Chen's eyes suddenly lit up, Mo Yi felt a little regretful:
"Just one night."
Wen Chen's gaze was still as bright as a searchlight, and his light-colored eyes were fixed on him.
Mo Yi coldly added:
"—and no hands or feet are allowed."