Ling Miao used almost all his strength to throw it. Coupled with the hardness of the peach core, Ling Miao had reason to believe that Su Yuyang must be in so much pain that he couldn't even speak - if he could speak, Su Yuyang wouldn't be so silent.
Sometimes, silence is scarier than anything else, especially when the person in front of you has been offended by yourself.
Ling Miao put his hands on the keyboard, looking like he was typing words, but in fact, he was in a mess inside.
When Su Yuyang was angry, he could bear it even if he scolded him or beat him. He only asked Su Yuyang not to drive him away.
"Hey." A sigh fell in his ears, and Ling Miu jumped off the sofa.
Turning to look at Su Yuyang who was very close at hand, Ling Miao ignored the pain in his butt and moved away from Su Yuyang. Su Yuyang weighed the peach core in his palm, his eyes full of thoughts. Ling Miao's heart tightened again and again. He was worried that he would not be able to withstand the high-pressure explosion and die before he spoke: "Um, Brother Su, I... um... that peach pit is covered with my saliva. Hurry up and throw it in the trash can."
Su Yuyang tilted his head slightly, and his eyes met Ling Miao's eyes. Su Yuyang's cold gaze almost froze Ling Miao into a lump of ice. Ling Miao shuddered and said with tears, "Brother Su, I was really wrong. I will wash my clothes well..."
"Hey." Su Yuyang's sigh interrupted Ling Miao's confession. He threw the peach core into the trash can and wiped his hands with a tissue while saying: "It was wrong of me to tease you, but you went too far by hitting me with the peach core. Since you know you were wrong, I won’t pursue it any further.”
Ling Miao immediately promised that he would not do such dangerous behavior again. He looked like he was about to kneel down and admit his mistake.
Su Yuyang's bedroom door closed, and Ling Miao's anxious heart slowly fell, but he still didn't know how to write the next plot.
Su Yuyang also sat in front of the computer and looked at the document.
When he was typing in the afternoon, he fell asleep while typing. The article he wrote all afternoon was ruined by his sleep, so he thought he could make amends while he still had some feeling.
However, Su Yuyang couldn't continue writing after only a few lines. Everywhere in his mind was occupied by a figure. The figure was very blurry, and its outline looked somewhat similar to Ling Miao. However, this person's movements were very graceful and unrestrained, not even remotely similar to Ling Miao.
The picture in his mind was exactly what Su Yuyang had sketched out during dinner, but the characters were a bit clearer than during dinner.
"Forget it, forget it." Su Yuyang sat up straight in frustration, "If you can't think of it, then you can't think of it. This person is not necessary. Hey, I am so interested in planting flowers but not doing it now. Maybe one day I won't be interested in planting willows. Liu Chengyin."
Thinking like this, Su Yuyang's mind was suddenly liberated. Large plots began to emerge, and his fingertips were flying on the keyboard. Because the plot was all in his mind, he didn't have much time to think about it. In addition, Su Yuyang's coding speed was beyond Ling Miao's reach, so when Su Yuyang completed 10,000 words, Ling Miao was still struggling with the plot.
"Damn it." Ling Miao smashed the keyboard angrily, "What should I write next? Change the map? Changing the map won't work either. The protagonist still hasn't got something very important!" When he felt irritable, Ling Miao started to pull his hair. He probably won't stop until he becomes bald.
Su Yuyang felt thirsty and went out to drink water. Ling Miao's frantic look fell into his eyes. He wanted to laugh for no reason, but in fact he also laughed out loud.
"Su Yuyang, why are you out swimming in the middle of the night if you don't sleep?"
"Look at you going crazy." Su Yuyang said jokingly while drinking water.
Ling Miao stared at Su Yuyang, his eyes almost falling out. Su Yuyang stopped smiling. He walked to Ling Miao, looked at the screen and asked, "Is it stuck?"
"That's right." Ling Miao seemed to have spent all his strength on grabbing his hair, so his answer was obviously weak.
Su Yuyang thought about it for a moment, then turned the computer to his side: "Let me take a look."
Su Yuyang browsed Ling Miao's articles, while Ling Miao sat beside him, his breathing slowing down. Ling Miao's eyes sometimes fell on the computer, sometimes on Su Yuyang's face.
Ling Miao didn't know what Su Yuyang saw. He only noticed that Su Yuyang's brows wrinkled. With just a frown, Ling Miao couldn't take his eyes away from Su Yuyang's face.
Su Yuyang's mind was focused on Ling Miao's writing, so Ling Miao dared to trace Su Yuyang with his eyes unscrupulously.
This was the first time Ling Miao took a serious look at Su Yuyang.
Su Yuyang has an ordinary face. You won't be surprised when you first see him, but if you feel it with your heart like Ling Miao, you will find that Su Yuyang is inexplicably attracted to you.
Su Yuyang exuded laziness, but his focused expression was mind-blowing. The two different feelings were mixed together, and Ling Miao clearly felt that his heart was stuck in the mud.
Time passed by, and Su Yuyang finished reading the first five chapters of the chapter that Ling Miao was writing. After thinking about it carefully, he asked: "What do you plan to write next?"
Ling Miao didn't answer. Su Yuyang turned his head worriedly, only to find that Ling Miao was looking at him with dull eyes. Su Yuyang raised his hand and waved it in front of Ling Miao's eyes. Ling Miao seemed to be in trance, completely unaffected by the outside world.
"Ling Miao?" Su Yuyang called Ling Miao in panic, and his hand unconsciously went to Ling Miao's shoulder.
"Ah?" Ling Miao suddenly shrugged his shoulders and looked at Su Yuyang in confusion. Su Yuyang had returned to normal at this time. Su Yuyang turned the computer around and sat next to Ling Miao. He asked, "Where is the outline of your volume?"
"I only wrote an outline." Ling Miao said a little embarrassed.
Su Yuyang sighed and said unsatisfiedly: "The outline is just the outline."
Ling Miao called up the outline of this volume. Su Yuyang studied Ling Miao's outline in conjunction with the text, and asked Ling Miao about his current thinking from time to time. Between the questions and answers, Ling Miao suddenly understood. He finally understood why he was stuck.
Su Yuyang yawned, feeling tired: "It's getting late, I'm going to bed first, you should go to bed early too."
Ling Miao is not much better than Su Yuyang, but unlike Su Yuyang, he is not a person who keeps manuscripts. His updates during the day have not yet been completed, so he has to stay up late to type. Seeing Su Yuyang return to the room, Ling Miao made a cup of coffee and went to the bathroom to wash his face with cold water.
With Su Yuyang's advice, Ling Miao's thoughts are now flowing freely.
Listening to the "crackling" sound of the keyboard outside the door, Su Yuyang could only toss and turn in bed. By the time the keyboard sound disappeared, Su Yuyang had almost woken up from his drowsiness. Looking at the dark blue sky, Su Yuyang sighed: The environment is not allowed when he wants to sleep, but the environment is very suitable for sleeping when he doesn't want to sleep.
Forcing oneself to sleep was more painful than breaking up, so Su Yuyang simply took out his phone to read a novel - a novel written by Ling Miao.
Ling Miao was woken up by the alarm clock. He wanted to get up and prepare breakfast for Su Yuyang.
Su Yuyang's work and rest routine was pretty regular. On previous days, Su Yuyang got up before Ling Miao's breakfast was ready. Today, Ling Miao put breakfast on the table and Su Yuyang's door hadn't even been opened yet. Ling Miao was worried whether Su Yuyang was sick, so he lingered outside Su Yuyang's door for a while, but Ling Miao decided to knock on the door.
"Su Yuyang?" Ling Miao knocked on the door not hard enough, but the people inside were able to hear it. After knocking five or six times, Su Yuyang didn't answer, so Ling Miao opened the door without permission.
Su Yuyang was wrapped in a quilt and lying on his side facing the door. Ling Miao walked up to Su Yuyang in two steps, felt Su Yuyang's body temperature and breathing, and made sure that Su Yuyang was not in serious trouble before slowly returning to where he was with his hanging heart in the air.
Since Su Yuyang was still sleeping, Ling Miao was ready to leave the room. Just when he turned around, he saw a bright light in the corner of his eye. When he lowered his head, he saw that it was Su Yuyang's mobile phone - the mobile phone interface was still on. Ling Miao picked it up and took a look. It was a novel reading interface, and the text on the screen was very familiar to Ling Miao.
"He's reading my article?" Thinking of this, Ling Miao felt like a bolt from the blue, "Damn, don't tell me, he fell asleep while reading my article? This is too... too shocking to me. Come on!"
From Ling Miao's own point of view, good writing becomes more energetic the more you read it, and you can't stop at the rhythm. He once had the experience of being so absorbed in reading a novel that he completely lost track of time. Naturally, he didn't wake up in class the next day.
Ling Miao's little heart was pinched invisibly by Su Yuyang. The pain was indescribable. Ling Miao almost smashed Su Yuyang's cell phone. However, Ling Miao's heart was not made of glass. Even though he felt shocked, it was still beating firmly.
"Since there is a great god around, it seems good to ask the great god to give guidance. I just don't know if Su Yuyang agrees."
Having made up his mind, Ling Miao immediately made a decision: as they say, "If you are short-handed with others, you will be soft-mouthed with others." Shuyang Dada, if you eat what I made, you can give me some encouragement.
Ling Miao imagined that after Su Yuyang's suggestions, his collection of articles and subscriptions would soar, and readers would urge him to reward him every day, so he couldn't wait to go out.
When Su Yuyang woke up, Ling Miao hadn't come back yet.
"Is Xiao Miao's breakfast ready?" Su Yuyang called Ling Miao out of habit, but there was no answer as expected. Su Yuyang rubbed his sleepy eyes and walked towards the kitchen. When he saw that Ling Miao was not in the kitchen.
"Where did this guy go?" Su Yuyang yawned and fell on the sofa. Suddenly, a note on the table caught his idea.
"Brother Su, I went shopping for groceries. Breakfast is on the table. If it gets cold, heat it up in the microwave."
"He didn't leave?" Su Yuyang looked at the note, and a feeling of relief filled every cell in his body.
It was approaching noon when Ling Mi came back with large and small bags. When he got home, Ling Miao couldn't help but complain a few times, and said that he must drag Su Yuyang with him next time he goes shopping. To this, Su Yuyang only replied to him with three words: "Go and cook!"
Ling Miao dragged the two large bags of vegetables he bought to the kitchen, and was complaining that Su Yuyang didn't help him when Su Yuyang's cold voice came: "Xiao Miao, remember to wash the clothes and clean the room this afternoon. "
"I..." Ling Miao choked, gritted his teeth and snorted: "Su Yuyang, will you die if you don't remind me of these things?"
Washing clothes, haha, thinking of the clothes waiting to be washed by him, Ling Miao mourned for them.