The Man Who Was Buried Alive by Me

Chapter 35

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"Next, can I trouble you to continue to pay attention to Shen Yinchuan's movements?"

Lu Baizhou said: "If you don't say this, I will. If he is really a violent antisocial personality, how can he be released from prison early."

Ling Chennan raised his eyebrows and asked, "Can you intervene?"

Lu Baizhou said: "Of course, when you came last time, didn't you also hear about the psychological evaluation process before you were released from prison?"

Ling Chennan hummed, thanked the other party for his kindness, hung up the phone and held it in his hand.

It was completely dark, and he walked back to the window to look at the pedestrians passing by under the lit street lights—everyone of them was in a hurry, as if rushing to meet someone.

He closed his eyes, let out a breath, rubbed his temples, and made a call.

"Hello, Bai Sheng?" Hearing the surprised voice of the other party, he couldn't help but bend the corner of his mouth and asked, "Want to meet?"

[Week 13? Monday Continued]

Chen Nan came to Bai Sheng's house in a familiar way, and after ringing the doorbell, the people inside rushed to open the door. Qing Nan stretched his neck to look, and asked curiously, "What are you doing?"

Bai Sheng took off the gloves and put them neatly on the side, and said with great interest, "Big cleaning! I was there when you called... I thought I could finish it before you arrived."

Chen Nan looked at the stripped curtains of the sofa, thinking that it would be a ghost if it was finished, and sighed: "Hummingbird will be very pleased with the cleaning of such a large project."

When he mentioned the appearance of the hummingbird, Bai Cheng blinked his eyes and lowered his head when he heard this, Chen Nan comforted him, "He didn't cause any trouble last time, and he helped the children tidy up the room."

Bai Cheng raised his eyes and looked at him, not knowing what was going on in his heart, but suddenly he said "ah", came over and took his hand and walked towards the bedroom. Chen Nan was led by him, and some indescribable content began to spin in his mind, but Bai Sheng just brought him to his computer desk—there was no computer and drawing board on the desk when he came the last two times, but now there is a It looks like a serious desk, and there is a watermelon-shaped USB conversion plug next to it, which is very cute and harmonious, adding a special fun to the room full of shades of gray.

Ling Chennan sat in the office chair, and Bai Sheng stood behind him and covered his shoulders to operate the mouse. His breath brushed against his ears, and he clicked on a document and said, "Two days ago, I took a small outsourced project on the Internet. Although it's nothing Complexity, but... but always for the first time in a long time, the first time it worked."

Ling Chennan raised his chin and looked at him, sincerely praised: "That's great!"

Bai Sheng seemed to realize that the way he wagged his tail and begged for praise was a bit immodest, so he stood up straight and explained, "Actually, there's really nothing special, but I just want to tell you."

Ling Chennan gave him a big smile, saw another drawing, and poked it open to take a look—a simple three-dimensional interior design, but the layout of the house became more and more familiar.

Bai Sheng said "ah" again, and wanted to come over and turn it off, Ling Chennan held the keyboard and mouse so that he wouldn't touch it, and said with a half-smile, "Why did you design my house?"

Bai Sheng pinched the seam of his trousers with his fingers—he would do this sometimes when he was shy, and muttered, "It's just a casual drawing, I don't have any ready-made blueprints, so I borrowed them."

Ling Chennan didn't bother to reveal that his own apartment is the most undecorated model that needs to be decorated, so he poked at the charger to change the subject: "This watermelon is so cute, where did it come from?"

Bai Sheng looked at him with a complicated expression for a while, and said, "This... is an orange."

Ling Chennan's face darkened, he cleared his throat, and let out a dry "Oh".

Bai Sheng thought for a while and asked, "Is this red?"

Ling Chennan frowned and looked at it for a while, then asked: "Isn't it?"

Bai Cheng looked at the bright orange color—the fact that the other party was color blind was something he didn't know before.

Bai Sheng's washing machine started singing after work, and the two of them worked together to hang up the washed curtains—one person was wearing a hook and handed it to the person on the stool to hang it on the curtain rail, which seemed like an old married couple. Then they stuffed the stripped sofa cover into the washing machine. They had different opinions on the washing temperature and cleaning method. Finally, they found Wikipedia online to testify. Pao Pao was in a daze, squatting for a while, Ling Chennan's legs went numb, and he sat on the floor with his head tilted and drooping on Bai Sheng's arm.

Bai Sheng's side face and ears were tickled by him, he laughed, and then rubbed his chin against his hair.

The drum of the washing machine was turning back and forth at a steady frequency. It was a nice white noise. Ling Chennan suddenly felt that it was the first time today that he really calmed down.

He is naturally always calm on the outside, he requires himself to be calm, and others require him to be calm. He not only wants to be the first, but sometimes he is also the only calm person present, but occasionally, he will suddenly realize—his The essence is not calm, and some emotions will not fade no matter how long they are suppressed, they will only become more passionate.

Bai Sheng also tilted his head, resting on top of his head.

The two leaned on each other silently for a while, and Ling Chennan suddenly said: "How long will it take to wash this?"

Bai Sheng moved, and said, "One and a half hours, the tank is full."

Ling Chennan said: "Don't wait, let's go out and play."

Bai Sheng asked: "Going out? Okay, okay, how do we play?"

Ling Chennan raised his head and said, "Go out on a date, eat, play ball, go shopping and watch movies."

Bai Sheng changed from squatting to kneeling, sitting on his heels, with his hands on his knees, like a little white dog. After hearing his suggestion, his eyes lit up so brightly that one couldn't help it, and nodded vigorously.

After having this plan, the two of them suddenly jumped up and prepared to go out like chicken blood, even ignoring the mop prepared to dry and the half-thrown rag. Ling Chennan also had a sudden idea, and didn't bring any playing equipment at all, but Bai Sheng had a rich wardrobe, so he opened it up to pick whatever he wanted.

After Ling Chennan picked up one at random, Bai Sheng said "Huh?" Ling Chennan looked at him suspiciously, and said, "I didn't expect you to choose this pink color."

Ling Chennan looked at the clothes in his hand in surprise, caught a glimpse of Bai Sheng laughing from the corner of his eye, understood, pretended to be angry and said, "Xiaobai failed in school."

Bai Sheng rubbed against him fawningly, and said with a smile, "I've always been bad... Well, it's white, white, I can't tell the color, so cute."

Ling Chennan couldn't laugh or cry—it's true that he is not very sensitive to color, but a person who relies on color for a living finds it so cute.

Both sets of rackets brought by Bai Sheng are very light, and the handles are soft and easy to hold. With Ling Chennan's level, it can be said that they are reckless things. When he held them in his hands, he felt confident that his game skills had greatly improved. A venue I frequented before.

On a working day on Wednesday, the venue was indeed not full. I haven't been here since the toffee suddenly appeared a few weeks ago, but now I come back with a completely different identity.

The only thing that remains the same is the disparity in their skills.

After Ling Chennan was abused for two rounds, someone suddenly shouted at them in the next room. He turned his head and saw a girl raising her eyebrows and winking at the two of them, "Hey, handsome guy!"

Ling Chennan: "Wow, girls are so direct now."

There was a black line on the girl's head: "Don't you remember me?"

Bai Sheng was the first to react: "Oh, it's you!"

The girl laughed again: "That's right, handsome guy, since you coached me, I've improved by leaps and bounds in basketball, I'm super interested, but I haven't met you many times when I've been here."

Ling Chennan also remembered at this moment, looked around at her friends, and asked, "Where's our younger brother?"

The girl laughed aloud: "My younger brother disliked me for playing poorly and didn't want to form a team. I was not convinced at the time, and no one would dislike you for playing like this."

Ling Chennan said in a shameless and modest tone: "It should be."

The girl was overjoyed, and explained: "Actually, my younger brother is in his third year of high school, and he is locked up at home and is whipped every day."

Ling Chennan opened his eyes wide in surprise and said, "I don't see that my younger brother has such a hobby."

Before he could babble any more, Bai Sheng had already walked around the net, and greeted the girl at a close distance, and the girl sighed, "Still handsome."

Ling Chennan deliberately squinted at her: "Just take a look."

The girl retorted: "Can't you see it?"

The three chatted for a while, and it was the girl's turn to play, she was called back by her friend, but Bai Sheng didn't return to her seat immediately, but looked at him with a helpless smile, Ling Chennan wondered: "What's wrong?"

Bai Cheng rolled his eyes and said, "I just feel that you are the one who precedes others... No, sometimes..."

Ling Chennan laughed clearly: "Hey, the old problem of being poor is hard to change. I pack it once in a while, but it won't last long. Do you regret it? Intellectuality is just a mask."

It was rare for Bai Sheng to show a clear smile: "There is no need for packaging, it's fine as it is."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the opposite field, leaving only a stinky and poor-mouthed doctor who was suddenly teased standing there in a daze.

Two hours later, the person who made the reservation later came, Bai Sheng went to pay the venue fee, Ling Chennan packed his things, the girl next door saw him carrying the bag and came over again, and said familiarly: "Leaving?"

Ling Chennan blurted out: "Just send it here."

The girl gave him a blank look, and looked in the direction of the information desk thoughtfully: "I think the handsome guy is more cheerful than last time?"

Ling Chennan was a little surprised at her keenness, and asked, "What is this, a woman's intuition?"

The girl put on a rather exaggerated rogue grin: "It's a wild intuition." Then she changed her style: "Then say no to the phone this time.