Sand Sculpture Childhood Friends Are the Most Lethal

Chapter 38: From March 17th to March 18th

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March 17, X

sunny

Facts have proved that Wu Yunfei knows his way. At least he managed to get me to the terminal instead of the train station.

"Why do you think I will take you to the train station?" He asked, "Even if I really don't know the way, we still have AutoNavi."

He made a lot of sense, but the dream felt so real to me that it still didn't feel real to me when I was sitting on the plane.

"Ten hours of travel, what are you going to do?" the guy muttered, glancing at me, as if expecting some interesting suggestion from me.

"Whatever you want, I'm going to sleep anyway," I said.

In order not to affect the itinerary, we chose a night flight this time. Not only can we sleep on the plane for one night, but we can also sleep after arriving at the destination.

As strange as it may sound, it's widely recognized as the most effective way to beat jet lag.

At least it can guarantee that I won't doze off halfway through work the next day.

"Why are you sleeping, wake up high!" He picked up the champagne distributed on the plane and took a sip.

"It's terrible," he commented.

I don't ask for alcohol, it's just a sleep aid in my opinion, but this guy wants me to taste it too.

What's good about the wine on the plane

I picked up the wine glass suspiciously and smelled it, and there was nothing wrong with it.

There is nothing wrong with the taste after a sip.

"It's normal." I said.

He didn't speak, just looked at me with a smile.

I suddenly found that the wine glass next to him was still full, which meant that the one I drank was the one he drank just now...

Is this the legendary indirect kiss? !

I was inexplicably shy, turned my head to the side unnaturally, and said, "You're so boring."

"I know why the wine didn't taste good when I drank it just now, but when you drank it, did you think it tasted okay?" He leaned against my ear and whispered, "Because I put some alcohol in it that can make the wine change. Delicious magic."

"Did you drink too much?" I said.

This guy's drinking capacity is erratic, sometimes he is too drunk to walk after two sips of beer, and sometimes he can finish a whole bottle of Wuliangye by himself.

"Wine is not intoxicating, everyone is intoxicated." He murmured.

I don't know if this is a common problem among art workers. Recently, this guy always likes to speak literary accents from time to time.

"Flowers are not charming, but people are fascinated." I said casually.

He froze for a moment and asked me what I meant.

I said it was meaningless, just to cooperate with him.

The guy seemed a little disappointed and sighed faintly.

"You go to bed, I won't bother you anymore." He said, "In case you make a mistake at work and blame me for not letting you have a good rest."

March 18, Year X (or is it still the 17th?)

cloudy weather

It was night when we got on the plane, and it was still night when we got off the plane. Wu Yunfei felt that it was like experiencing double the night.

I calculated the time, and it should be daytime in China at this time, so I remotely connected to the camera at home to see what the Yuan Devourer was doing.

"Thinking about your cat all the time, you're a cat slave!" he complained.

But even though he said so, he still unconsciously moved over and looked at the screen with me.

I bought one of those mobile cameras that I can walk around from room to room.

However, after looking at several places in a row, there was no sign of Yuan Devouring Beast.

Did this little guy accidentally run out

I was suddenly worried.

"Look here!" Wu Yunfei pointed to a small yellow dot on the screen and said. If you guessed right, the Yuan Devourer should be hiding behind the potted plant.

But what is it doing there? Hide and seek

I manipulated the camera to approach slowly.

At this moment, Yuan Devouring Beast suddenly jumped out from behind the potted plant with lightning speed, and slammed into the camera hard.

The camera was knocked to the ground by it, and could only "look" at the ceiling helplessly.

"It probably regarded this thing as prey." Wu Yunfei laughed, "Is it possible that you will succeed in buying this thing? It was defeated by a cat!"

"It's just a camera, not a combat robot," I said.

Seeing that this little guy is still lively, I finally feel relieved.

Anyway, when the cleaning lady arrives, if she sees the camera lying on the ground, she will definitely help her up.

"I think this little thing knows that you are peeping at it through the screen, and feels that its privacy has been violated." The guy said seriously, "Its subtext is 'stupid human beings, what to watch'."

"My Primordial Beast is a gentle and good boy."

I still think the little guy mistook the camera for an intruder, otherwise he wouldn't have made such an aggressive move.

Maybe because of Fashion Week, the hotel the company booked for me was fully booked.

There is no way, Wu Yunfei can only live in the same room as me.

Fortunately, the company booked a business suite for me. Although there is only one bed, it is big enough to sleep two people.

"You knew this would be the case, why didn't you book the room in advance?" I asked, "Or you can just tell me, I can ask the assistant to book it for you."

"Accidentally forgot." He said, "Isn't this good? It can not only save money, but also enhance feelings."

Can it enhance the relationship? I deeply doubt it.

The last time I slept with him, I had a cold for several days in a row!

"Don't worry, I will never grab the quilt with you this time." He said, "But you have to promise that you will never talk in your sleep."

Do I talk in my sleep

Seriously, no one has ever mentioned this to me.

"Other people don't have a chance to sleep with you." He rolled his eyes and said, "Usually you don't talk much, but when you fall asleep, you're just a chatterbox."

"What did I say?" I asked.

"Who knows what you're talking about? Mixing all kinds of languages together makes it difficult for a scumbag like me," he said.

I think I may have accidentally talked in my sleep while sleeping on the plane. After all, the feeling of being in the air can easily make people feel insecure.

But I thought and thought, but I couldn't remember what I dreamed about at that time.

"If I talk in my sleep or something, you just gag me." I said.

In this way, the two of us reached a temporary intercourse agreement.

I was going to go to bed after eating, but this guy insisted that the night is very attractive and asked me to accompany him to see the scenery.

What's so good about this black gloom

I declined his offer.

"No matter what to do, it's better than sleeping several times, right?" He said, "And you just woke up, and now you're going to sleep again, can you really sleep?"

This guy clearly underestimated my ability to sleep.

Seriously, I can sleep for 48 hours without a problem in this situation where I can eat in between.

On the contrary, he didn't sleep much on the plane, why is he still so energetic now? Is he not sleepy

"Do you know what it means to go too far? You are so tired because you sleep too much." He said.

In order to cheer me up, he suggested a finger sumo wrestling. If I won, he would sleep with me obediently in the hotel. If he won, I would go out and enjoy the night view with him.

In order to avoid this guy who has been nagging in my ears, I choose to accept the challenge.

"You are defeated, this time you will lose." He smiled.

I couldn't help but give him a blank look.

This guy is really ashamed to say, when I was seven or eight years old, he was already a teenager. Is winning a young child such a thing to brag about

"This time I want to wash away the shame." I said.

Traditionally, faces are drawn on fingers before finger sumo begins.

I picked up the pen and was about to draw when this guy suddenly suggested that we draw each other's faces.

"It's so boring to paint myself every time with such a fixed number of faces," he said.

I thought there was some truth in what he said, so I nodded in agreement.

According to the winner or loser of the boxing game, I will draw a face on his fingers first.

I don't know why, the moment I touched his hand, I suddenly felt an electric shock, and my heart beat too fast.

"Why are you shaking?" He asked with a smile, "Did you suffer from Parkinson's syndrome in advance?"

Hearing what he said, I suddenly realized that my hands had been trembling slightly.

"It's a bit cold." I said, "Let me turn up the temperature of the air conditioner a few degrees."

"Is it cold? I feel a little hot instead." He said, "You are so afraid of the cold, isn't your body too weak?"

This guy really hurts me all day if I don't hate him!

I glared at him and drew a bespectacled image on his finger.

"The drawing is really ugly. It's a good thing you didn't become a cartoonist." He said, "You didn't even draw one percent of my beauty."

I told him that people who wear glasses in the comics are all poisonous tongues, so the glasses are his real body in this face.

"Eh? Are the eyes the body?" He looked at his fingers and muttered.

"The glasses are the body." I said.

Hearing what I said, he got up and found the pair of glasses from the luggage, and put them on his face.

"Since you have said so, how can I throw away the main body?" He laughed.

Next it was time for him to paint faces on my fingers.

I swallowed, feeling a little nervous.

"It's not an injection. Why are you nervous? You coward!" He raised his head and smiled at me.

I don't know what I'm nervous about, or rather than being nervous, I'm more looking forward to it.

The tip of the pen was itching on my fingers, I looked at Wu Yunfei silently, and couldn't help feeling that this guy really has the ability to rely on his face for a living.

They are also men, why does his skin look so good

It's so tender that even the pores are not big enough to be seen.

"It's finished," he said.

I came back to my senses and looked at the face he had drawn for me.

"Why is there an expression of not waking up?"

"Because you can't wake up all the time."

"Then why are you wearing a tie?"

"What do you mean?" He asked back, "The sleepy workaholic is talking about you."

Well, although he is very reluctant to admit it, what he said seems to be true.

After the preparations are over, finger sumo officially begins.

I don't know if it's because I haven't slept for a long time, but this guy's movements seem to be a little sluggish, and I easily gained the upper hand.

But the moment I held down the opponent's finger, I suddenly hesitated.

This guy didn't sleep well all the way, probably looking forward to seeing the night scene in his heart

To be honest, after sleeping on the plane for so long, I don't seem to be very sleepy.

Thinking of this, I lightly lifted my finger, and he immediately reversed the defeat and won the victory.

"Hahahahahahaha, after so many years, you are still defeated, obediently put on your coat and go out with me to enjoy the beauty of the night!" He laughed.

"Oh, I almost won, what a pity." I said.