Ji Thrush turned sideways, covered most of his face with the quilt, closed his eyes, and tried hard to fall asleep.
He even started counting sheep.
- One sheep, two sheep, three sheep...
He was obviously sleepy and tired, his body was sunken in the soft bedding, and he could even feel the soreness of lactic acid accumulation in the crevices of his bones, but Ji Thrush's brain remained strangely excited at this time.
The sheep in his mind began to wander involuntarily as he counted, and turned into Ren Jianmo's face.
The profile, the smile, the color of the eyes, the curvature of the lips...
- ah ah!
The thrush broke down in the bed and roared silently.
He couldn't remember how many sheep he had counted just now. He hastily pulled back his thoughts, randomly found a number, and started again from one hundred and twenty-three.
…
Ji Thrush didn't know how long he had tossed about, and when he finally thought he was feeling a little drowsy, a hand stretched out from the side and gently touched his quilt.
Ji Xiaoniao: "!!!"
He shook his body, turned over suddenly, changed from lying on his side to lying on his back, then grabbed the quilt, and "huh" covered his eyes, "Don't, don't, don't! I really fell asleep! I really fell asleep immediately !"
"puff."
Ren Jianmo was amused by Ji Thrush's reaction, and laughed out rarely.
His hand slid across the raised quilt, slid to the top, and gently pawed down, and immediately felt the strength of his master's resolute resistance.
So Ren Damei didn't force her, she raised her hand and patted Ji Thrush below through the quilt, "Okay, then you can sleep by yourself."
Ji Xiaoniao under the quilt breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.
Then he felt a weight loosely pressing on his body, and then a shadow enveloped him, and something moist and pliable with body temperature touched his only forehead exposed outside the quilt.
Ji Thrush: "!!!"
His mind went blank for a moment, his eyes under the quilt were wide open, and he even forgot how to breathe.
Even Ji Thrush, who has been single for nineteen years and has never been in love, knows that the temperature and touch between his brows are a person's lips.
—he kissed me!
—he kissed me!
— Mr. Ren kissed me! !
For a moment, classmate Ji Xiaoniao was in an overly shocked state of complete shutdown, unable to think normally except for the fact that she was kissed by Ren Jianmo.
Ren Jianmo bent down, and his lips rested on Ji Thrush's forehead for about two seconds before slowly leaving.
He straightened up and waited for a while, and saw that the season thrush under the quilt was still motionless, not even making a sound, fearing that the child would suffocate him to death in the quilt, he stretched out his hand again, and lifted the other's quilt again.
This time, he encountered almost no resistance, and easily opened the snail's shell.
Under the quilt, Ji Thrush's entire face was flushed red, like a boiled shrimp, and he didn't know whether it was from embarrassment or restraint, but smoke came out from the top of his head.
Suddenly losing the protection of the quilt, Ji Thrush was taken aback for a moment, and instinctively stretched out his hand to grab the quilt back, but when he glanced at Ren Jianmo's smiling eyes and rosy lips, he almost burst out of shame and died reflexively Shi closed his eyes and covered his hot cheeks with his hands.
It is nine o'clock in the morning, and the sun is shining brightly. The sunlight is projected into the room through the curtains. When people are naked, even if they close their eyes, they can still feel the changes in the light in front of them through their eyelids.
At this moment, Ji Thrush was extremely nervous, he didn't dare to open his eyes, he didn't dare to take a big breath, he just wished he could find a sand pile and plunge into it like an ostrich.
He felt as if a shadow was slowly approaching in front of him, and warm breath was blowing on his face.
——Ren Jianmo He he he he he he he he he he is going to kiss me again!
Ji Thrush's inner barrage frantically swiped the screen, and he was so panicked that he couldn't hold back.
However, Ren Jianmo did not stick his lips to Ji Thrush's skin after all.
He just reached out and rubbed the child's soft curly hair, and then helped him cover the quilt again.
"Sleep well."
Ren Damei grabbed Ji Xiaoniao's hand from her face and held it in her palm.
"That way, it will be easier for you to relax."
Due to the excitement, Ji Thrush's hands were sweaty to the touch, and the temperature was higher than that of Ren Jianmo's.
Classmate Xiaoniao tried to earn a living, but Ren Jianmo didn't let go, and instead took advantage of the situation to hold it tighter.
He could only accept his fate, relax his curled fingers, and let the other party interlock his fingers.
"... Then, I fell asleep..."
Ji thrush shrank back under the quilt and said softly.
Ren Jianmo also lay down, and responded with a smile: "Well, go to sleep."
…
This time, Ji Thrush unexpectedly calmed down quickly due to the warmth of another person he trusted.
Ji Xiaoniao closed her eyes, feeling the shape of Ren Damei's palm.
The fingers of that hand were slender and softer than his own, the joints were not obvious, the tiger's mouth had no calluses, the temperature was low and dry, it was a very beautiful hand that completely matched the beauty's appearance.
Right now, Ren Jianmo's hand is firmly held together with his own...
In the hazy sleepiness, Ji Thrush let out a silent sigh.
Amazingly, when he was about to fall asleep, he finally realized one thing very clearly:
-Yes…
-I like him…
When Ji Thrush woke up, the sky was still bright, obviously it was still early.
However, his sleep quality was very high, so even if he only slept for less than seven hours, he was still refreshed and turned back into a fully charged pickup thrush again.
He turned over and sat up, looked at the wall clock on the wall, it was 3:30 in the afternoon, and then turned his head to look to the side. Ren Jianmo didn't get up first, but was covered with a blanket and turned his back to him, sleeping on the bed next to himself.
Xiaoniao's heart jumped out of a premature bigeminy.
Ji Thrush, who had just understood his mind before falling asleep, held his breath with a small beating heart in his mouth, and carefully bent down, trying to peek at Ren Jianmo's sleeping face.
His movements are so light and slow that not even a butterfly or a feather will be disturbed. However, just as he probed, Ren Jianmo opened his eyes at the right time, turned around with the blanket in his arms, and looked around. The strange-colored pupils looked back, clear and sober, without a trace of sleepiness.
Ji Xiaoniao, who was caught on the spot: "..."
"I, I, I, I just wanted to wake you up!"
Ji Thrush straightened up all of a sudden, thinking he had come up with an answer wittily.
Ren Jianmo didn't expose him, but just smiled and followed the child's words: "Yeah."
He threw off the blanket and got off the bed neatly.
"I've had enough sleep, let's go downstairs and have a look."
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At 4:30 in the afternoon, the five people gathered in the study room, those who used the computer used the computer, those who flipped through books, and those who swiped their mobile phones, all began to look for clues about the location of the strange talk that they planned to go to tonight.
If the plan goes well, they can leave this "world" and return to the "Peach Blossom Spring" after seven o'clock tomorrow.
Of course, in order to win the final victory in the game of "24 o'clock", it is not enough to have a plan. They must ensure that there will be no mistakes in execution.
Therefore, the link of intelligence gathering cannot be ignored at all.
About an hour later, Fan Luming, who was in charge of using a computer to search for clues to urban ghost stories on the Internet, had already collected and sorted out all the useful information he could find.
"Wow..."
Fan Luming leaned back on the chair and sighed:
"Our goal tonight looks really, really weird!"
Hearing his words, the four people around him surrounded him, waiting for him to summarize.
What Ji Thrush and the others are going to tonight is the location of the ghost talk where the number on the poker card is "3".
It is a history museum located on the east side of the bridge across the river in the south of the city.
In the previous two nights, the few urban ghost stories they had investigated had been circulating in the local area for many years.
For example, Tzu Chi Hospital has been abandoned for more than ten years, and the Longxing Mountain Tunnel that Ren Jianmo went to last night has been built for seven or eight years.
Over the years, strange stories have been popular on the Internet for a long time. Over time, reprinted, modified, embellished, and adapted, the versions are very messy, and there are dozens of summarized posts, and even have their own. The network code name, sorting out can directly produce a novel.
But what Fan Luming could find were the strange stories that happened in the history museum, but they were only four or five months ago.
And the biggest difference between it and other ghost stories is that you can even search for clear videos on the Internet.
"Look, this is it."
The younger brother of the Fan family used the mouse to click on a video file he had specially saved for everyone to watch together.
It was obviously a clip taken from a surveillance video.
In the picture, a man in a short-sleeved summer uniform stands with his back to the screen, stands in front of a bogus rack, pulls out a knife from under the uniform, holds the knife in his right hand, stretches out his left arm, and slowly cuts piece by piece Looking at his own flesh and blood, he stuffed the cut pieces into a ceramic vase.
Although the man's facial expression could not be seen clearly, the man's hand holding the knife was extremely steady. Even when it stabbed into his arm, the tip of the knife did not tremble in the slightest, as if what was cut was not his own body, but a piece of rubber .
"hiss!"
Mo Tiangen gasped, rubbed his teeth and sighed: "This person, doesn't it hurt at all?"
"Don't worry, it's not over yet."
Fan Luming pointed to the progress bar, and asked Mr. Dagen to continue to look down, "There are more terrifying things to come."
Sure enough, after cutting three pieces of flesh in a row, the man stopped stuffing the ceramic vase with flesh and blood.
He stood in front of the bottle in a daze, and stood motionless for a few minutes. He finally moved when the blood dripping from the wound on his arm had formed a small pool of blood at his feet.
The man picked up the porcelain bottle and threw it on the ground, smashing it into seven or eight pieces.
Then the man in uniform twitched a few times and fell to the ground with a "plop".