Tomorrow night Cheng held Wu San, looked at Nan Yang's instantly red ears in the corner, and sighed helplessly.
I don't know what kind of words Master Qing Huan said to the ancestors.
Qi Yi squatted and continued to look through the package. In addition to their personal items and sleeping bags, there were many pieces of puzzle pieces at the bottom of the package. The color was very close to the package. A look should be around 300 pieces.
Bai Jinqiu and Cen Ziyan also dug up a pile of jigsaw puzzle pieces, and the patterns could not be seen from the pieces, but looking at the color, they should belong to the same piece as tomorrow night Cheng and theirs.
Qing Huan should have finished what she wanted to say, she turned on the microphones of herself and Nanyang, and took Nanyang to the side of the other people, and began to review these puzzles with everyone.
There are such a batch of puzzle pieces in the three packages, and the three numbers A, B, and C are marked on the back of the pieces. The fragments in area A belong to Nanyang and Qinghuan, area B belongs to Qi Yi and Ming Wancheng, and area C belongs to Bai Jinqiu and Cen Ziyan. Clearly, this is a puzzle for them to complete their own areas separately and then come together to solve the next clue.
The six people sat down in a circle, two by two, poured out their respective puzzle pieces and started to work together, looking at the puzzle pieces in the adjacent area and looking for their own frame pieces.
Fortunately, a 300-piece puzzle is not difficult. It should be a 1,000-piece puzzle that has been disassembled into three parts. The difficulty of a 1,000-piece puzzle is only a few hours for an adult. Fight, I think it won't take more than an hour.
Cen Ziyan's MP4 can read the time, she looked at it while sorting out the puzzle, and told everyone that it was ten o'clock in the evening.
Ten o'clock is Nanyang's usual bedtime.
Nanyang sleeps for eight hours every day. She goes to sleep on the hour at Hai Shi and wakes up at the same hour at Mao Shi in the morning. It is her routine that has remained unchanged for thousands of years. Except for the occasional Qinghuan finishing work late and pestering her to toss in bed for a few hours when she came back, she always followed this sleep pattern.
Sure enough, after Cen Ziyan finished reporting the time, her eyes were instantly covered with sleepiness, and her long eyelashes drooped down, covering her light brown pupils.
Qing Huan grabbed her shoulder and said warmly, "Are you sleepy?"
"Yeah." Nanyang nodded sleepily with a piece of the puzzle.
"Then why don't you go to sleep for a while, I can do it alone, it's not difficult." Qing Huan pinched Nan Yang's shoulder.
"It's alright, just wait a little longer."
It was a habit of her body to get sleepy at the end of the day. As long as she survived this short period of habitual dozing, she would never want to sleep again. Just like being hungry, after the most painful stage of those few minutes, you will not be hungry again.
Qing Huan knew that she was like an old cadre, she had to go to bed on time at ten o'clock every day, and it was a little distressing to see her struggling to keep herself up, and said, "Then you can lean on me for a while."
"fine."
Nanyang half-dazed, and continued to help Qing Huan deliver the puzzle.
Ming Wancheng on the side sighed: "Hey, don't you think it's quite warm for us to sit together and play jigsaw puzzles like this?"
Cen Ziyan picked up her MP4 and said, "I can play songs, do you want to listen to some music?"
In fact, very few people will use the old electronic products such as MP4 anymore. The MP4 in Cen Ziyan's hand is also very old. The paint on the corners is mottled and the metal paint on the buttons is basically It has been polished, and it can be seen that she must like this MP4 very much, and often play with it in her hand.
"Put one and put another," Cheng smiled tomorrow night, "Speaking of which, almost no one uses MP4 anymore. Why does Ziyan keep such an antique? Someone must have given you a gift, right?"
When Cen Ziyan heard the words, her originally gentle face was startled, but for a long time, there was a trace of struggle in her eyes.
"Yes..." Cen Ziyan's fingers trembled while holding the puzzle, "It was a birthday present from my aunt when I was eighteen."
"Eighteen?" Ming Wancheng raised his eyebrows in surprise, "You and Teacher Bai have known each other so early?"
Cen Ziyan bit her lip and stopped talking.
Bai Jinqiu replied for her, "Yanyan's mother and I are good friends, and I watched Yanyan grow up."
"Wow..." Cheng tutted tomorrow night, "No wonder Ziyan called your aunt, so you are really her elder."
Bai Jinqiu hooked his lips and smiled politely.
"Ziyan must like Mr. Bai very much. Look at the MP4, what it looks like." Cheng Wancheng winked enviously, "It's good, the two couples around me are both immortal love."
Qi Yi, who has been doing puzzles in silence, finally frowned: "Why do you talk so much?"
Cheng Cheng shrank his neck tomorrow night, "I'm sorry, sister, I won't say anything."
Cen Ziyan opened the MP4, pressed it a few times, and asked the others obediently, "What song do you want to listen to?"
"It's all right, Ziyan, just put what you like." Qing Huan said with a smile.
Cen Ziyan rolled her eyes for a while, her face became more and more stiff, and after a while, she raised her head guiltily: "I'm sorry, I forgot that I cleaned the memory once before, and now there is only one song in it, or... I won't listen to it anymore. ."
"Just put that one." Qi Yi smiled kindly.
"However, that song may not be suitable for playing now..." Cen Ziyan murmured.
"Let's go, Ziyan, we're bored playing puzzles anyway, no matter what kind of music, just listen to it." Qing Huan looked at Nan Yang, who was getting sleepy beside her, thinking about finding something to refresh her.
"OK then."
Cen Ziyan picked up the MP4, pressed the play button, and turned up the volume to the maximum.
After a short silence, a resounding "Great Compassion Mantra" echoed in the small room.
Qing Huan: "… "
Tomorrow night Cheng: "… "
Qi Yi: "..."
Nanyang yawned again.
The atmosphere was instantly silent, and no one knew what to pick up at this time.
After all, they were the ones who put it up by Cen Ziyan, and it's hard to say that they should be turned off, so the people in the room just listened to the weird "Great Compassion Curse" and put together the puzzles on the ground without saying a word. This kind of background music set off the gloomy ward, plus a little dry ice floating over from Room 2 next door, everyone's pores tightened.
Except for Nan Yang, who was expressionless and became more and more sleepy.
They completed their respective puzzles in such a magical atmosphere. A few young people took the initiative to combine the three pictures carefully, and it looked like a very ordinary landscape picture, not like there was any mystery.
Nan Yang supported his troubled eyelids and raised his voice softly, "Turn off the lights and look again."
"Huh?" Qing Huan said, "How do you know to turn off the lights?"
Nan Yang raised his finger lightly and rubbed his fingertips in front of Qing Huan, "Have you not noticed that you have fluorescent powder on your hands?"
"Then you're amazing, you found such an important thing." Qing Huan laughed in a childish tone.
"… "
Nanyang closed his mouth and did not speak again.
Qi Yi, who was closest to the door, got up, found the light switch, and turned off the light in the house.
The huge jigsaw puzzle on the ground really lit up some fluorescent green words. They looked carefully and saw this paragraph written crookedly on it:
[The password for the gate—at 6:30 in the morning—the sound of a chainsaw. 】
The sound of chainsaws at half past six in the morning.
Half past six in the morning.
early morning.
They all looked at the sleeping bags piled beside them.
Now I finally understand why the program team will give them sleeping bags and various things to kill time. It turns out that they really have to spend the night.
But six people, only three sleeping bags, how to divide this
"Why don't we clean up the place first." Qi Yi looked at this small room, which was only a dozen square meters and half occupied by a hospital bed, and began to think about the placement of the sleeping bag.
"Sister, you sleep, I'm not sleepy." Cheng said immediately tomorrow night.
Knowing that she wanted to give the sleeping bag to herself, Qi Yi smiled, "Don't be brave, you go to bed in the middle of the night, and I go to bed in the middle of the night."
Bai Jinqiu said calmly, "Yanyan, here's the sleeping bag for you."
Cen Ziyan hurriedly shook her head: "No, Auntie, you..."
"Yanyan, are you disobedient?" Bai Jinqiu's voice did not fluctuate, but just looked at Cen Ziyan shallowly.
Cen Ziyan shook her head and buried her head, "No, I... I'm obedient."
Nanyang and Qinghuan don't have to worry about who sleeps in the sleeping bag. Nanyang has checked the size from the beginning, and she definitely wants to sleep with Qinghuan.
The question they need to struggle with is when to go to bed.
It's eleven o'clock in the evening, and for this group of night owls in the entertainment industry, it's still far from bedtime. Qi Yi is also a person who often batches homework until the early hours of the morning. The people in the circle seem to be in high spirits.
Nanyang saw that everyone was not ready to sleep, and his sleepiness had subsided a lot in the jigsaw puzzle just now, so he also opened his notebook and looked at the recipe for a while.
Bai Jinqiu is also holding a book. She and Nanyang are sitting close to each other. Two cold women are sitting quietly against the wall, one is reading a notebook and the other is reading "Crime and Punishment". .
Perhaps because the book in his hand was more attractive, Bai Jinqiu temporarily released the invisible restraint on Cen Ziyan.
Cen Ziyan and Qing Huan sat together and read the script in her hand with Qing Huan. The two discussed the content of the script in a low voice, and occasionally laughed out loud as they talked. Cen Ziyan smiled very carefully, every time she smiled, she carefully glanced at Bai Jinqiu.
Qi Yi and Ming Wancheng's painting style here is more clear and strange.
Tomorrow night, Cheng will lie on the ground, holding the 0.5 black ink gel pen that is standard for the college entrance examination, and his face will be buried in the inner page of "Five-Year College Entrance Examination Three-Year Simulation". Qi Yi sat next to her and stared at her writing the question for a moment. She rolled the lesson plan into a tube and held it in her hand. As soon as Cheng slackened off tomorrow night, she would tap on the head of Ming Wancheng with a paper tube.
"Why do I have to do my homework after work, and I have to do my homework when I go to work? Can I not do my homework today?" Cheng was going to cry tomorrow night.
Qi Yi tapped the back of Ming Wancheng's hand, "How long until the college entrance examination, forgot?"
Tomorrow night, Cheng Chao reached out to Qing Huan, crying for help: "Master, save me..."
Qing Huan raised her index finger and put it on her lips with a "shh-" sound.
"Don't disturb them reading." Qing Huan pointed to the two silent old aunts who were sitting in the corner reading.
Tomorrow night Cheng sighed and bit down on the pages of Wusan's book, tears dripping down, drenching clumps of typefaces.
It was definitely the most twisted and terrifying night she had experienced in three thousand years.