It was a peaceful night, but Chi Xiaochi had another dream and woke up at three in the morning.
Chi Xiaochi looked at the ceiling for a while and said, "Atong."
Xi Lou: I'm sorry, I'm deaf.
Chi Xiaochi persevered: "Atong, let's talk about the heaven of three yuan."
Xilou: I'm sorry, but Sanmao doesn't talk either.
He is still not able to accept that there is another person in Song Chunyang's body.
Even if this person is as slick as Song Chunyang, Song Chunyang is happy because of simplicity, and even if Chi Xiaochi is smiling, people can't tell whether it is true or false.
Chi Xiaochi couldn't find anyone who could talk, so he sighed helplessly, put one hand behind his head, and turned to look at Gan Yu, who was sleeping beside him.
The bed was not very big, so Gan Yu slept on his side, only taking up a small half of the bed.
Seeing this scene, Chi Xiaochi's heart moved.
This sleeping habit reminded him of someone.
At that time, Chi Xiaochi often went to Lou Ying's house to stay. Lou Ying's physique was good, and his body was warm in winter and cool in summer. Chi Xiaochi was just the opposite. It was cold in winter and hot in summer.
When he was a child, Chi Xiaochi slept to death, and he didn't sleep well. After falling asleep, he often kicked his quilt and dragged Lou Ying's.
Lou Ying was woken up by him in the middle of the night, not very angry, gave him his quilt, went down to the ground to pick up the quilt he kicked off, patted it, and covered it by himself.
However, once he really made a fuss, Lou Ying changed the quilt with him twice, but within half an hour, he kicked the quilt to the ground with one foot, and then started to move. Go to grab Lou Ying's quilt.
Again and again, Lou Yingrao was a little angry no matter how good-tempered it was.
The next day, Chi Xiaochi woke up and found that Lou Ying was placing fritters with soy milk on the small table in the house. The soy milk was freshly ground, and the fritters were bought from the best breakfast stalls nearby. Best eaten hot.
Chi Xiaochi wanted to get up in a daze, but who wanted to twist for a long time but couldn't get up.
The quilt was rolled into a tube, and Chi Xiaochi's arms and legs were wrapped as dumplings in it. A string used for backpacking wrapped the quilt from head to tail, and then wrapped around his waist. When the knot was completed, Chi Xiaochi was wrapped so he couldn't move.
Chi Xiaochi was a little stunned: "Lou, Brother Lou..."
Lou Ying turned around and found that he woke up with the dumpling stuffing on his bed disheveled. He was lying on the bed staring at himself and smiled slightly: "Are you hungry?"
Chi Xiaochi looked down, then nodded obediently: "En."
Lou Ying: "You can only have breakfast after tossing it out yourself."
Chi Xiaochi rolled twice and couldn't get out.
He tried to bend over to bite the knot again, but couldn't get down.
Chi Xiaochi rolled his eyes and guessed that he had become a spring roll, and immediately softened his voice and said, "Lou Ge Lou Ge."
He knew that Lou Ying's heart was the softest. Sure enough, Lou Ying's eyes softened, she sat back on the bed, and pinched the tip of his nose gently and helplessly: "I can't kick the quilt in the future."
Chi Xiaochi agreed faster than anything else, with a sweet and well-behaved smile on his face: "Okay."
Lou Ying knew at a glance that he didn't take it to heart: "Who dares to sleep in a bed with you like you, how will you marry a daughter-in-law in the future?"
At that time, Chi Xiaochi felt that the matter of falling in love and sleeping with his daughter-in-law was too far away from him, and it would be better to have breakfast on the table.
He said, "then I won't marry a daughter-in-law, and will follow Brother Lou for the rest of my life."
Lou Ying laughed: "Stupid."
After all, he unrolled the quilt, put out the sweet stuffing, and rubbed his hair again: "Go wash up. The fried dough sticks won't taste good when they're cold."
Having said that, Chi Xiaochi never felt the difference in his sleep.
His home is small and has a lot of clutter. His parents sleep on a double bed that can be stored, and he makes the floor.
The ground is much bigger than the bed. Even if you push on the quilt, as long as you feel cold, you can pull the quilt back as soon as you stretch out your hand. Therefore, when you wake up, apart from moving his position, Chi Xiaochi is still within the protection range of the quilt.
It was not until many years later that he entered the crew for the first time and had a room and a big bed for independent rest.
He fell asleep naturally, but was woken up by the air conditioner in the middle of the night.
He reached out to pull the quilt and found that the quilt had all fallen to the ground.
Chi Xiaochi fell off the quilt twice that night.
The next day, he asked the crew for two 3kg sandbags.
He has rarely kicked the quilt since then.
Thinking of this, Chi Xiaochi reached out to test the temperature of Gan Yu's wrist.
In the mission world, it was autumn at this time. Under the power of the autumn tiger, the room was still a little stuffy, but Gan Yu was cool and faint, so it would be very comfortable to hold him.
Chi Xiaochi looked at Gan Yu who was sleeping in front of him, his throat tightened.
If he is really the incarnation of 061, if 061 is really Brother Lou...
Chi Xiaochi had already sworn that he would never give himself any chance of disappointment, but when the time came, he still couldn't control it.
… this is not good.
Chi Xiaochi thought about it for a while, then put away those extra thoughts, and planned to play card games for a while until dawn.
Suddenly, he heard a faint female voice coming from the corridor, humming in a trembling voice, unable to hear the lyrics, but the tune was quite distant and pleasant.
Chi Xiaochi shuddered, and subconsciously leaned in Gan Yu's direction.
The singing wafted from far to near, and it made people goosebumps up.
Chi Xiaochi was determined not to die, Quan Dang didn't hear it, but he still couldn't help leaning on Gan Yu again.
The voice is getting closer, I don't know if it is coming here.
Chi Xiaochi felt his heart beat like a drum, and the thumping sound was enough to attract people singing in the corridor.
He pressed his heart hard and sincerely hoped that someone could hold him now, so that his fear might be offset a little.
Who would have thought, in the next second, Gan Yu stretched out his arms and wrapped his arms around Chi Xiaochi's waist.
Chi Xiaochi froze, while Gan Yu stretched out his arms, the other hand went around his neck intimately and naturally, pressed the back of his head, and made him fit into his arms, as if to comfort a frightened animal. cat.
Through a thin layer of pajamas, his fingers gently traced the position of Chi Xiaochi's spine.
This is a reassuring stroking method, similar to petting a cat.
Chi Xiaochi felt a little weak from his slap, and felt numb as if he had been electrocuted. He was still thinking about the singer outside in the middle of the night, but he didn't feel sick.
The two brothers and sisters both woke up at some point, but no one made a sound.
Gan Tang silently got up from the bed and stared silently at the door, holding a dagger in his hand at some point. Seeing that the posture of holding the dagger was obviously an old hand.
The singing woman dragged her footsteps and approached the door.
The closer she got, the more Chi Xiaochi couldn't help looking at the door.
Gan Yu, who had already opened his eyes in the darkness, frowned slightly and wrote on Chi Xiaochi's back with his backhand.
He said, "Look at me. Don't be afraid."
The singing floated past Chi Xiaochi's door and did not stop.
Chi Xiaochi let out a long sigh, and the tense muscles all over his body relaxed a little, and he planned to come out of Gan Yu's arms.
Who would have thought that after some tossing just now, he and Gan Yu had come to the bedside, he moved back a little, and accidentally bumped into the empty glass on the bedside table.
The glass fell to the ground.
Chi Xiaochi suddenly broke out in cold sweat, but before he could react, Gan Yu rolled over and pressed him on top of him, grabbing the glass that was about to shatter back in his hands.
The singing stopped for a moment, and the master seemed to be listening carefully.
Everyone in the room was holding their breaths, not even daring to take a breath.
After a while, the singing resumed.
It seems that the woman did not notice this little disturbance.
The singing faded away until it disappeared.
Gan Yu, who was lying on Chi Xiaochi, put the glass back on the bedside table lightly, got off him, pulled the quilt for him, and said softly, "Go to sleep."
Gan Tang nodded and lay down obediently.
Chi Xiaochi didn't say that it would be difficult for him to fall asleep once he woke up. He lay flat and closed his eyes, pretending to have fallen asleep, but the rhythm of his heartbeat was still very chaotic, with a thumping sound.
I don't know how long it took, guessing that the two brothers and sisters were probably asleep, and Chi Xiaochi opened his eyes again.
Because they were afraid of the balloon photo in the room, their beds were adjusted and they no longer faced the photo directly.
From Chi Xiaochi's point of view, when you look up, you can see the layers of tree shadows cast on the window.
But within a few moments, Chi Xiaochi was suffocated.
A woman's face came from the night, slowly attached to the window glass, and looked in coldly.
… and here is the third floor.
Because of the squeezing, the facial features of that face changed shape, and it was flat like a catfish. Chi Xiaochi faintly felt that this face was a little familiar, but he dared to look closely, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, but his shoulders couldn't help but start tremble.
When his eyes were about to fall on Chi Xiaochi, Gan Yu, who was sleeping beside Chi Xiaochi, seemed to have dreamed of something, let out a vague murmur, and immediately embraced Chi Xiaochi, his forehead touching Chi Xiaochi's sweaty forehead.
The shallow and long breathing sounded on Chi Xiaochi's face, giving him great comfort.
Chi Xiaochi just pressed Gan Yu's forehead like this, instead of looking up to see if the woman was gone, he gradually calmed down and fell asleep unconsciously.
The next day, the morning light rose, and around seven o'clock, he woke up again.
The two of them put their heads together, never changing their posture.
Even if Gan Yu's handsome brows are magnified several times, it still makes people's heart pounding, not to mention the possible identity behind this face.
This action caused Gan Yu to wake up and turn around. He opened his eyes and smiled before saying a word: "Am I holding you again?"
Chi Xiaochi thought, the use of the word "again" can be called exquisite.
Gan Yu smiled gently: "Sorry, I'm a poor sleeper."
What else could Chi Xiaochi say, he could only believe his evil.
When the missionaries gathered for the crew breakfast, they all whispered about the singing they heard last night.
But seeing Chi Xiaochi and Gan's brothers and sisters appearing at the same time, Yuan Benshan's face was not very good.
These two days, he has been thinking about Guan Qiaoqiao's affairs. Now that Guan Qiaoqiao has been resolved, he should take good care of his little boyfriend who doesn't know how to guard.
He sat beside Chi Xiaochi and coughed lightly, "Last night... did you hear that?"
Chi Xiaochi nodded and said with sincerity, "It scared me to death."
Gan Yu handed the peeled boiled egg to Chi Xiaochi, and said, "Chunyang is really frightened, eat more to suppress the shock."
Yuan Benshan glanced at him: "I'm talking to Chunyang."
Gan Yu said politely, "Me too."
After these few days, none of the taskers present could see that this little blind man had actually hooked up with two men. The one surnamed Yuan was Zheng Gong. As for the doctor, who said he was a colleague, who would believe him
All the missionaries were amazed that he was able to open a harem in the mission world.
Can't learn, can't learn.
Chi Xiaochi, who is in the center of attention, is very self-cultivation of a little bitch. He drinks porridge from Yuan Benshan and eats the eggs peeled by the old man next door, unmoved.
Before this, Yuan Benshan had almost never worried that Song Chunyang would vote for others, but the appearance of Gan Yu made him have to think more.
He was a little anxious, put one elbow on the table, and approached Chi Xiaochi, but his voice was still gentle and restrained: "You should also consider my mood when you sleep with others."
Chi Xiaochi blinked: "I promised to form an alliance with them."
Yuan Benshan was stunned for a while, and his face slowly turned blue: "Why didn't you discuss it with me?"
He lowered his voice: "Did you tell them about that?"
Chi Xiaochi pointed to his eyes and said in a low voice, "You think I don't want to. As soon as they came in, they noticed that my eyes were different in color, and they couldn't hide it."
Yuan Benshan frowned.
Indeed, Gan Yu is Chunyang's colleague, looking up and not looking down, if he discovers the secret of Chunyang's eyes, he will either kill it or form an alliance.
In contrast, the latter is much more cost-effective than the former.
Yuan Benshan watched indifferently for a few days, and it could be seen that the Gan brothers and sisters acted calmly. They had never formed an alliance with anyone, and the two of them had reached the eighth world, and they would not be soft persimmons or pig teammates.
Thinking of this, Yuan Benshan was even a little glad that Guan Qiaoqiao died.
After all, the system stipulates that the maximum number of alliance members should not exceed four.
After making up his mind, Yuan Benshan still maintained his disapproval face: "Let's bring Qiaoqiao something to eat. She is also our ally, and we should ask her for her opinion."
Gan Yu and Gan Tang looked at each other and put down their chopsticks, indicating to go together.
Seeing that the four people who were still in a state of tension just now walked upstairs in unison, the atmosphere was harmonious and beautiful, and all the missionaries simply admired Chi Xiaochi.
I rely on, Niubi.
Before going upstairs, Yuan Benshan already had an idea.
The door is locked, and there is no spare key. They are destined to knock on the door when they go back.
When Song Chunyang and the others found out that something was wrong, it was too late.
That ghost should have been very close to Guan Qiaoqiao, she was dead anyway.
It is very likely that she has been dragged into the painting, or torn to pieces, and she is dead.
Even if she still died on the bed as she left the room, her death could be pushed on the ghost.
He deliberately played the surgical guitar in the opposite way to what he was used to. According to Chunyang's temperament, he would only be sad that his friend was killed by a ghost, and would not be suspicious.
In the imagination, Yuan Benshan smiled, turned around the stairs on the second floor, and when he looked up, he was struck by lightning and stood frozen on the spot.
Guan Qiaoqiao stood at the top of the stairs on the third floor, put on a set of daily makeup, and changed into a movie costume early, smiling, how can she still look crazy the previous two days, those photos will never affect her again. any impact.
She looked at the four people with different expressions below, and said, "I'm sorry for the delay in shooting a few days ago."
After that, she smiled at Chi Xiaochi: "Chun Yang, I'm here."
Chi Xiaochi suddenly felt the chill rise from the soles of his feet.
… he remembered.
Last night, the reason why he felt familiar with the face looking inward from the window was because it was Guan Qiaoqiao's face.
Is the person standing in front of them still Guan Qiaoqiao