Nan Zhou thought, this is not fair.
A normal human being, who would remember the first time he was jealous.
He looked at Jiang Fang and asked him if he needed help.
But seeing Jiang Fang's expression was different, he couldn't help but be surprised: "Do you still remember?"
Jiang Fang glanced at him, his lips pursed into a line, and in his eyes there was a bit of embarrassment that Nan Zhou could not understand.
Nan Zhou: "Are you thinking?"
"Well." Jiang Fang's voice was tight, "I'm thinking."
…
After the drunken incident at the "Paper Gold" bar passed, Jiang Fang realized one thing:
Nan Zhou should have his own social circle.
He has been following behind him, but out of a fledgling complex.
He shouldn't be the only one in his world.
Besides, I was never fit to be a companion.
Emotionally, Jiang Fang has always been a person who does not try to start in order to avoid ending.
So, in the early morning after the end of a night of carnival, he found the team members who had just woken up from a drunken dream and had still had a hangover and headache.
The man with earrings yawned: "Boss, what are you doing this early in the morning?"
"Nanzhou's matter." Jiang Fang said straight to the point, "From today onwards, you all have to be nice to him."
The players looked at each other.
The man with the ear stud scratched his earlobe: "Boss, just treat him alone. He doesn't seem to need us very much."
"But you need him."
Jiang Fang pointed out the key points lightly: "If you want him to save you at a critical time in the future, talk to him more. This is an emotional investment for you."
This is a real benefit to other players.
So everyone listened to it.
But Song Haining still asked the doubts in the hearts of all the players present: "We are good to him, boss, are you not jealous?"
Jiang Fang was quite amused: "What do I have to be jealous of?"
After briefly explaining the task to the team members, Jiang Fang returned to the room.
Nan Zhou was still asleep.
Those who have not sobered, breathe light and well-proportioned.
He has always been in a good sleeping position, with his hands tucked under the pillow.
He probably slept hot, and a thin layer of sweat was floating on his forehead and people.
Jiang Fang sat down on the side of the bed, looked down for a moment, then raised his thumb subconsciously, wanting to wipe the sweat for him.
However, with his hands in the air, his muscles froze.
- From the corner of Nanzhou's quilt, there was a touch of snow white.
Jiang Fang recognized what it was.
Yesterday, after Jiang Fang took a shower and put on his close-fitting pajamas, he threw the bathrobe stained with light mist on the bed.
Now, this bathrobe is wrapped in Nan Zhou's bed.
Xu was involved in it when he turned over yesterday.
But this bathrobe and the endless hints behind it all ignited Jiang Fang.
Jiang Fang suddenly stood up, took the bathrobe out of his bed, carried it quickly into the bathroom, and threw it directly into the sink.
After doing all this, Jiang Fang felt that he was ridiculous.
It's just that his personal objects were held by him and slept all night, and he didn't do it on purpose.
You are overreacting.
After calming down a little, Jiang Fang looked down at the tangled bathrobes in the sink.
The faint aroma of apples belonging to Nan Zhou remained on the surface of the bathrobe, lingering on the tip of his nose.
For some reason, he reached out and grabbed it, and his fingertips were instantly infected with Nanzhou's body temperature.
Such an unusually intimate touch made him release his hand like an electric shock, and threw the bathrobe into the bathtub where there was still residual water.
He turned on the cold water tap and washed his fingers little by little until the scent of apples and warmth disappeared between his fingers.
It was probably because he made a lot of noise. When he folded out of the bathroom, Nan Zhou was already awake.
He sat cross-legged on the bed, his long hair was slightly messy, and he took "refreshing" as a serious matter.
When Jiang Fang walked to the bed, Nan Zhou raised his head and greeted him, "Good morning."
Jiang Fang was still sticking his fingertips with a little wetness to his side, bending unconsciously, simulating the action of tying his hair behind his ears.
His smile was as genial as ever: "… um. Good morning."
A few days later, they ended a copy again.
They returned to the "rust capital" and took a break.
When he arrived at the hotel where he was temporarily staying, Nan Zhou adorned Jiang Fang's tail as usual.
In the dungeon, Nan Zhou contributed a lot, and now he is very sleepy and urgently needs a bed.
But before stepping into the door of the room, Jiang Fang reached out and held the door frame, blocking Nan Zhou's way.
"Do you want to sleep with me today?" Jiang Fang asked gently, "Don't want to choose another place?"
The surroundings were silent for a moment.
Nan Zhou said honestly, "I don't want to."
He lowered his head and drilled through Jiang Fang's arm, and continued to walk in.
Jiang Fang was still smiling, but he stretched out his arm resolutely, blocking Nan Zhou's entry again.
Nan Zhou glanced at him in confusion, leaned against the side wall, covered his mouth delicately and yawned.
Jiang Fang: "I have something to do today, I have to deal with it alone."
Nan Zhou looked at his face, and because he was so sleepy, he let out a dull "ah".
"Can't I go home?" he asked.
His cold and cold voice seemed to be kneading Jiang Fang's heart, squeezing out a little sour lemon juice.
Jiang Fang hesitated for a moment and softened his heart, and just as he was about to let go, he saw Nan Zhou turned around, staggered to a short distance, and knocked on another door.
The man with earrings who was going to set up the table clapping loudly asked loudly, "Who is it?!"
Nan Zhou reported to his family: "It's Nan Zhou."
… all sounds of silence.
"I want to sleep." Nan Zhou said, "Is it convenient for me to go in?"
After a while, the man with ear studs opened the door, stuck his head out, and glanced at the boss standing in front of the door not far away.
He felt that the boss's fingers on the side of the door had been strained to the point of being deformed, and the aura was not quite right.
Aware of the strange atmosphere, the man with ear studs trembled and tried to refuse: "We all smoke. We're going to play cards—"
Nan Zhou was already walking in: "It doesn't matter."
Over there, the door was closed for a long time, and Jiang Fang was still standing at the door.
I don't know how long it took before he felt the pain in his fingers beside the door was unbearable.
He retracted his hand and stretched his masochistic activity twice before slowly saying "good night" to the air.
That night, Jiang Fang managed to lose sleep.
They slept together for nearly three months.
This was the first time Jiang Fang felt that the double bed was too big to find the edge.
At first, everyone was too timid about Nanzhou.
But after having the courage to communicate with him, the team members gradually discovered that Nan Zhou's character is not bad.
It can even be said that it is as simple as a piece of white paper that you can dye.
Their relationship with Nan Zhou is getting better day by day.
They also play cards with Nanzhou, and they will hang back with Nanzhou to blow water, while Nanzhou plays the role of a listener.
He listened to what everyone said.
But probably because his energy was scattered, he no longer paid attention to Jiang Fang.
In the evening, he would play cards with the man with earrings and the others, and when eating, he would prefer to hang out with everyone.
Jiang Fang thought it was good.
It's just that from the day he intentionally distanced himself from Nan Zhou, he basically lost his appetite.
Even if he ate two Xiaoshi tablets provided in the warehouse, it would not help.
I don't know if the pills have expired.
Seven days later, they still hadn't entered the new dungeon.
This rest period is really not short, and everyone's long-term tension between life and death has been extraordinarily relaxed.
When the team members went to the street store to buy items, Song Haining had a whim, and mobilized the other two girls and a few men who liked to coax in the team to buy more clothes for Nan Zhou.
They went to a clothing store.
Nanzhou is like a walking clothes rack, and you can easily put on any clothes.
He obediently let them arrange, bringing their matched clothes into the fitting room one by one, and then put them on for them to see.
Song Haining and another girl hugged Nanji Star and chatted with each other to give advice on what to wear.
"Martin boots, of course, have to go with a windbreaker."
"How about this doctor's coat that goes to the knee?"
"Would you like this red one, or all black?"
"Hey, hey, Nan Zhou, this sweater is worn on a crooked side. The clavicle chain is the essence, it must be exposed!"
"The silk scarf looks good too, it looks like the neck is long..."
Several young men also followed, offering advice and sighing.
"Damn it, is this leg real?" Man A was really envious, so he leaned over and asked Nan Zhou, "Can I touch it."
Nan Zhou: "Yes."
Male B gave him a hand and kept winking somewhere behind him: "Do you want to die?"
Male A's eyes are full of yearning for long legs of the same sex: "It's not for nothing! I also have abdominal muscles, and I'll let him touch it back later."
So the two reached a friendly exchange agreement.
Jiang Fang sat on the side with a decent smile, but his heart seemed to grow a row of thin teeth and took a bite of a lemon.
The soreness and numbness continued to spread and could not be relieved.
Nan Zhou didn't even look at him.
Not even looking at him in the mirror.
He is looking at others, talking to others, and his calf is also held in the palm of his hand...
Jiang Fang took a deep breath and felt sick.
If he fell in love with someone else, it would be repeating his mother's mistakes, and it was a foolish act.
If he fell in love with the virtual paper Nanzhou, he would probably surpass his mother's level of madness.
But he couldn't see anything else in his eyes now.
He could only see that Nan Zhou was standing with others.
Nan Zhou's palm was pressing on someone else's belly, rubbing curiously.
Jiang Fang felt that his lower abdomen was also hot and hard.
After the excitement, several people bought a set of sports clothes for Nan Zhou.
Seeing that it was getting late, they said hello to Jiang Fang, then went to other stores to find people, ready to meet.
Nan Zhou wants to walk out of the clothing store.
However, after taking two steps, he stopped.
He was wearing a new pair of sneakers on his feet.
At this moment, the snow-white shoelaces came loose and fell to the ground.
Nan Zhou did not wear sneakers.
In the comic "Eternal Day", in most cases, he is always a white shirt, black trousers, and small leather shoes.
Different sizes, from small to large, from winter to summer.
Occasionally he can also change a dress, but the kind of clothes depends on the author never.
This makes him always well-dressed and in suits and leather shoes when he kills.
The way Nan Zhou stood there, staring blankly at the laces, was very similar to a cartoon in Jiang Fang's memory.
That was the first time Nan Zhou killed Guangmei in the comics.
He looked down at his fingers, and under his feet was a pool of blood that kept spreading outward.
The blood from the fingertips fell into the blood pool with a slap, splashing a circle of small ripples, like tears.
Thinking that he had shed tears, he raised his hand numbly to touch his cheek, leaving only mottled blood on his face, but not a trace of tears.
Therefore, Nan Zhou, who had never worn sneakers, was lost.
He didn't know how to tie the loose shoelaces.
Nan Zhou kicked his feet, leaned down, and tried to grab one end of the shoelace.
Suddenly, he heard a voice from the side.
Jiang Fang knelt down on one knee beside him and instructed lightly, "Sit down."
Nan Zhou was stunned for a moment, then sat down gently on his knees.
Jiang Fang's arm went around his calf, and when it landed on the upper of his shoe, the pulp of his finger accidentally rubbed his ankle bone.
Jiang Fang didn't stop, he was afraid that if he stopped and thought, he would regret it.
He said, "You look good."
He showed Nan Zhou how to tie shoelaces.
But Nan Zhou did not get up immediately after learning.
Nan Zhou turned sideways, looked at Jiang Fang's profile, and said in a firm tone, "Actually, you don't want me to be friends with others, do you?"
Jiang Fang's fingertips paused, but did not respond directly: "... 'Also'?"
"Hmm." Nan Zhou said frankly, "I don't want to either."
Jiang Fang: "But I think you guys are having a good time chatting."
As soon as these words came out, he couldn't help but tilt his head, annoyed that his tone was really not well controlled.
"I'm trying. But I know, I just want to be your friend." He heard Nan Zhou say, "I'm pranking with you."
Jiang Fang's heart, which was soaked in the taste of lemon, was filled with honey water.
Nan Zhou said, "They are all good, but none of them are you."
Jiang Fang's heart was soaked with tenderness and tenderness, and he couldn't help but apologize: "I'm sorry. It's my fault." He shouldn't push you out without discussing it with you.
"Well... I guess it's because I said the other day that I had the urge to reproduce with you, and you didn't like it." Nan Zhou speculated with reason, "I won't say it later. But can I secretly have it?"
Jiang Fang lowered his head for a long time without responding, only tying Nan Zhou's shoelaces and disbanding.
After tens of seconds of silence and repeated movements, he said to Nan Zhou, "I also exercised."
Nan Zhou: "? I know."
Jiang Fang: "I control my diet very well."
Nan Zhou: "... ? Mmmm."
Jiang Fang raised his head: "I also have—"
However, after coming into contact with Nan Zhou's pure and clear sight, his heart contracted slightly, and he withdrew the childish emotion that was about to lose control and overflow his atrium: "Forget it. It's nothing."
He asked Nan Zhou, "Have you learned it? Tie your shoelaces."
Nan Zhou supported his knee and lowered his head: "...you can tie it again."
…
Jiang Fang was thinking seriously, since when did he start caring about Nan Zhou and became jealous of him.
After fifteen minutes of tracing back to the source, with the sight of Nanzhou on the other side of the rock, he gave the answer softly: "Yes... That time, I pushed him to make friends with others."
Nan Zhou's eyebrows moved slightly.
-"he"
…is one of his many former friends
The little mermaid was silent for a moment, and the fish ears shook slightly in the sea breeze, waiting for the transmission of the correct answer.
"No," said the little mermaid, "wrong answer."
Jiang Fang supported his gradually paralyzed calf and raised his eyebrows on one side.
The little mermaid said: "The correct answer is when you meet him for the second time and find that he has a good relationship with your pet."
Jiang Fang's cheeks flushed red: "..."
He felt that he was seriously ill. :,