The conversation with Cheng Wenyi took longer than expected. When Xiao Lan and Luo returned home, the night was already very deep.
There was silence in the community, and even Tie Hanhan, who likes to steal vegetables at night, had already rested. There was nothing else except the sound of wind and the faint rubbing of branches and leaves.
Xiao Lan's mind is full of things about Xiao Chengyan.
Everything related to Xiao Chengyan is like a bunch of messy threads. When Xiao Lan finally found the thread and thought that he could harvest the truth, what he sorted out was a bunch of entangled mysteries.
Even his original impression of his father was overturned, and he became a completely stranger Xiao Chengyan who only exists in the legend.
What kind of person is he
How did he know that Xiao Lan would need poverty points in the future
What happened to him in the end
Is he really dead
It's a pity that Xiao Lan couldn't stand in front of Xiao Chengyan and ask these questions in person, and Xiao Chengyan had already left with these doubts. Maybe even if he was standing in front of Xiao Lan, he would dismiss these issues.
After all, in the description of Written One, this is an arrogant and conceited person, and he might be very impatient to explain his motives to others.
Xiao Lan felt that there was no energy in her whole body.
After a brief wash, he lay down on the bed and was paralyzed, as if he were just a blanket.
"Knocking" sounded a knock on the door.
"Come in." Xiao Lan said, but she was still paralyzed.
Unhurried footsteps approached him.
"Sir." Luo's voice rang above Xiao Lan's head.
Xiao Lan raised her eyelids and gave him a gaze of salted fish.
I have to say that people who are really handsome are handsome even with this kind of angle of death.
"Do you feel tired?" Luo's voice was still gentle.
"Um..." Xiao Lan's voice was dull, even a little like a child acting like a baby. Maybe he hadn't noticed it himself, now he and Luo get along more casually than at the beginning.
"Why don't I give you a head massage? You just need to lie down." Luo said.
Xiao Lan lay on the pillow following Luo's guidance. He closed his eyes and felt the other person's slender but powerful fingers gently massaging on his scalp.
Luo's hands were walking up the acupuncture points on his head, and the strength of the massage was just right. Each stroke seemed to take away part of the fatigue.
Xiao Lan felt that her heart gradually calmed down.
He was originally a person who didn't like tangling. Generally speaking, if he encountered unhappy things, he would be able to resurrect in a night of depression. Even if the amount of information brought about by Xiao Chengyan's incident is a bit large, he can slowly adjust it by himself.
But this feeling of being cared for is also good.
No matter what unknown dangers and difficulties are in front of him, Luo Hui will accompany him.
This is really lucky.
Xiao Lan opened her eyes and met Luo's eyes, staring down at her.
In the real world, Luo's eyes kept a black disguise most of the time. At this moment, Xiao Lan's face was fully reflected in these dark eyes, clearly reflecting every change in his expression.
"What's the matter, sir?" Luo's voice was low, with a volume that only two of them could hear, like a lover's whisper in such a silent night.
Xiao Lan just looked at him and gave him a small smile, but did not speak, so she closed her eyes again.
However, Luo understood the meaning of this smile, and he also curled up the corners of his mouth, and the strength in his hands lightened a little.
Soon after, Xiao Lan's exhalation became longer, and her body completely relaxed, apparently already asleep.
Luo stopped his hand movements and sat on the side of the bed and approached Xiao Lan. He raised his hand and gently rubbed Xiao Lan's cheek, feeling the warm and soft touch of his fingertips.
Xiao Lan, who had always been alert, still slept without responding.
Obviously, Luo was put into the safe range by him and was not his target of alert.
Luo, who sensed this, was in a particularly good mood.
—
With no dreams all night, Xiao Lan slept very peacefully.
The next day, when he woke up, the sky was already bright, and the bright sunlight entered the room through the gaps in the curtains, announcing that it was late at this moment.
Xiao Lan moved and stretched her limbs under the quilt.
Suddenly, he felt hairy around his neck. The delicate and soft touch was even a bit familiar, which made him almost think he was still in a dream.
Xiao Lan turned his head hesitantly, and saw a dark furry grouped by his pillow, part of which was rubbing against his neck, and the furry touch that I just felt came from this part.
He reached out and poked, not only furry but also warm.
Suddenly, the black fur ball moved, and a pair of big golden eyes came out from it. The gold in those eyes was clear and clear, with
A bit of unspeakable mystery—
It reminded Xiao Lan of Luo.
But isn't Luo's cat-shaped head square? The cat that appeared in front of him now had a round head and looked very symmetrical, and Luo couldn't see the ultimate pursuit of art.
Before he could think about it, the black cat that appeared on the bed inexplicably had already stood up.
It approached Xiao Lan with a graceful step, and it seemed that its limbs were also neat, and it rubbed Xiao Lan's cheek with its furry head: "Meow~"
Xiao Lan couldn't help reaching out and touching the black cat's chin.
Seeing his movement, the black cat actively rubbed his head against the palm of his hand. The delicate and soft hair ran across the palm of her hand, as if a feather ran across Xiao Lan's heart, itchy and irritating.
Seeing Xiao Lan's eyes full of expectation, the black cat once again used its killer.
I saw it lay down without restraint, rolled on the bed and rolled out his belly at Xiao Lan. At the same time, he tilted his head and looked straight at Xiao Lan with his bright light golden eyes. Then he gave a soft "meow".
There was a string in Xiao Lan's mind that was not firm, even though it was called Sense, and it broke.
This black cat is of course Luo.
Last night, while Xiao Lan was sleeping, he reorganized the black cat form that he had made at that time too random, and made reference to many popular online celebrity cat elements.
Increase the number of hairs to ensure the delicate and silky feel; make the body fuller, and ensure the elasticity of the hand; at the same time, adjust the head to the most popular roundness to ensure that it feels unstoppable.
Because it was in the real world, Luo's power was suppressed, and it took him a lot of effort to complete this process.
But nothing can stop his determination to compete with Shirley.
Luo even watched a lot of cat videos overnight, learning how to act like a baby in the comment area, and now looking at Xiao Lan's reaction, the effort this evening was worthwhile.
Those who make big things should not stick to the trivial.
Luo has always been a guy who can bend and stretch.
Lying in Xiao Lan's arms, Luo showed a contented expression: his position as a pet is unshakable!
With enough cats, Xiao Lan ran away from home a long time ago and found a chance to return home.
He finally remembered to ask Luo: "Luo, what's wrong with you now?"
Luo tossed his tail and gave out the reason he had thought up a long time ago: "In order to avoid special situations, I re-adjusted this form, and at the same time I learned the behavior of cats, so as not to look too weird, you feel satisfied. ?"
As he said, he rubbed his furry head against the back of Xiao Lan's hand.
Seeing this, Xiao Lan couldn't help but touched the cat's head again: "Cough... It's pretty good, it looks exactly like a real cat."
More than just the same, it was a fusion of the little, demon, and spirits of the cat world. Xiao Lan was sure that there were probably not many cat slaves in this world who could refuse Luo.
But... What is Luo doing in developing this form? Is it easy to get clues to NPCs controlled by the cat
Leaving doubts behind, Xiao Lan got up to wash and change clothes.
When he came out, Luo had recovered his handsome and elegant figure, and was smiling at him: "Sir, are there any arrangements for today?"
Xiao Lan shook her head: "Nothing special."
Originally, I could only stay for three days in reality, and the main purpose-to meet with Chengwen had been achieved. Xiao Lan didn't rush back to the game to train, and proper relaxation also helped him adjust his state.
Seeing Xiao Lan's eyes changed from the original eagerness to her usual calmness, Luo felt a little sour in his heart, and the object of sourness was still himself.
Human beings are really superficial.
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Rarely return to reality, the two plan to go out for dinner.
Unexpectedly, just after I walked out of my door, I saw an unexpected person-Cheng Wenyi.
Xiao Lan was a little confused: "What are you doing here?"
Is there anything else that I forgot to say last night
But with this guy's personality, he probably wouldn't come to tell him in person.
Cheng Wenyi changed into an exquisite white suit again, and his hairstyle was still perfectly maintained. He got out of the car holding Shirley, and said unhurriedly: "I'm just here to visit an elder."
Shirley in his arms also saw Xiao Lan, and it whispered softly at Xiao Lan.
Xiao Lan also said hello to Shirley: "Hello, Shirley."
Shirley flicked her tail, looking very happy, she jumped off the ground, ready to walk in Xiao Lan's direction.
At this time, the door of Uncle Zhang's house next door opened. It was Tie Hanhan who opened the door, and there was no other person behind him. Could this guy learn to open the door without a teacher
I always feel that Tie Hanhan's I. Business is in a strange place.
As soon as Tie Hanhan left the house, he saw the snow-white hair dumplings in front of him. There was a burst of excitement in Erha’s eyes. He rushed forward two steps, and it was a wild sniff at Shirley—
Use it to gnaw on the nose above the slipper's mouth.
"Mi—" Shirley's fur suddenly exploded.
This big smelly guy! What do you want to do with it!
The angry Shirley jumped directly on Tie Hanhan's head, and slapped Tie Hanhan's big face with a paw.
Although Shirley is just a pet cat with no special abilities, she is always an advanced pet from the world, and her basic combat power will never lose to Erha Tiehan, who is physically strong and can tear down her home.
"Woo-" Tie Hanhan was in pain, and began to run laps around a few people, screaming as he ran.
When Tie Hanhan ran, he brought up the dust on the ground. The dust was tumbling in the air, and a lot of it fell on Shirley's white and clean fur.
"Mi—" Shirley became even more angry, scratching Tiehanhan's forehead with another paw.
"Woo woo woo-" Tie Hanhan ran faster. It rushed back to his home and ran a circle around the vegetable field where Uncle Zhang's efforts had been concentrated.
Finally, as expected, the soles of Tie Hanhan's feet slipped, and Erha's huge body fell into the vegetable field, and his feet were still fluttering. The Shirley on its head was also thrown onto a plump and tender greens, head down, revealing only two struggling legs.
The battle between Tie Hanhan and Shirley finally ended, and the one who was injured most seriously in the end was Uncle Zhang's vegetable field.
I watched the whole written one: "..."
Shirley has never seen such an inelegant look.
Uncle Zhang, who was alarmed by Tiehanhan's movement, also came out. He happened to see the last scene. Uncle Zhang couldn't help covering his face: "Tiehanhan is ashamed..."
As for the vegetable field, forget it, let my son airlift him a new batch from that breeding base.
At this time, Uncle Zhang finally found that there was still someone at the door: "Xiao Xiao, Fei Luo, and Xiao Wenyi! Come on, come on, come in!"
Xiao Lan glanced at Written One. It turned out that the elder he was talking about was Uncle Zhang. Uncle Zhang is really a hidden existence.
After the three greeted Uncle Zhang, Uncle Zhang personally made tea for them.
Shirley and Tie Hanhan also temporarily truce, and the two sides are far apart.
The old man seemed very happy. He looked at Wenyi: "Xiao Wenyi hasn't been seen for a long time."
Cheng Wen smiled and replied: "I'm going home today, and it happens to be close to you, so I will visit you too."
Uncle Zhang happily said: "Oh, I am your grandpa's friend. It can be said that I watched you grow up. I still remember the inspection of an old factory that was going to be rebuilt with your grandpa..."
Cheng Wenyi felt bad, he tried to stop: "That... Grandpa Zhang..."
Uncle Zhang has fallen into memories: "At that time Xiaowen was just a few years old, and he was just a little old behind his grandfather. There was an old-fashioned boiler in that old factory building, and there was an old boiler worker who was burning the boiler at that time. Little Master has never seen this thing before, and he hopped over and watched, but guess what—"
Uncle Zhang looked at Xiao Lan and Luo enthusiastically, obviously waiting for their support.
"What?" Xiao Lan followed his meaning with a curious expression.
Of course, he is really curious about the black history of this sorrowful and exquisite written one.
Uncle Zhang laughed: "Hey, after Xiaowen saw someone burning a boiler, he said that he would be a boiler when he grows up, crying and crying to go over, no one can persuade him. That posture, even his grandfather The bodyguards around him almost didn't stop him."
"Finally, Xiao Wenyi's grandfather promised to fix a fireplace at home for him, so he finally stopped making noise."
"In the big summer, this kid burns the fireplace at home every day, making his family miserable. Hearing from his grandfather, it seems that it’s not enough to burn until autumn."
"Puff—" Xiao Lan couldn't hold it anymore, he covered his mouth, and his shoulders kept trembling.
Seeing what Cheng Wenyi looks like now, Xiao Lan thought he was a type that has been stinky since childhood. He really did not expect that he had such a simple and unpretentious dream in his childhood.
Even the corners of Luo's mouth were filled with a bigger smile.
Cheng Wenyi's smile was already stiff, and he felt that the tea in his hand was extraordinarily bitter.
He regretted being here today.
There is a feeling that the panties have been lifted through.
The author has something to say:
The best of today-Uncle Zhang
Tie Hanhan (raising his head): Woo~
Ps: Actually, my dream when I was a kid was to be a man with cement...