After Yan Luqing fell in love, her favorite Dou Mou will start to push her some love-related videos, sometimes it is a sweet joke, sometimes it is the kind of poisonous chicken soup that tells the reality.
One of them, she remembered that she had only seen it two days ago, which means that the first confession between lovers is often the most memorable, and every subsequent "like you" is not as profound as the original sentence.
If you think about it, it is true that many things are the most profound the first time, such as the first cry of a baby in the world, such as the first learning to walk.
Because that was the first time, this alone was special enough.
Yan Luqing saw it at the time and thought it made sense, and also recalled the first confession between her and Gu Ci. It seemed perfect, without any shortcomings, so he went on with satisfaction.
But now, she wanted to refute that statement again in her heart.
The confession that Gu Ci wrote in the bubble and was read by her, for Yan Luqing in this way, was no less lethal than the first time.
And it was another first time—the first time she read Gu Ci's heart, the content was very, very special.
For a time, her mind was filled with so many thoughts, and it seemed to have become a bubble, and all came together. For a while, she wondered what kind of superpower Gu Ci is, and then she thought about it, grass, a sentence like you, why? Can be told by him.
It's as if a friend she said casually before was played with flowers by him, and even a kiss can pick up flowers.
As she read about Gu Ci's heart, Gu Ci seemed to be the same as usual. Yan Luqing observed him for a full minute before asking in shock, "What did you... what did you do?"
"Me?" Gu Ci looked at her and laughed, "Didn't you read it?"
"..." Yan Luqing glanced at the screen again and looked up again: "I read it... I wanted to ask, how did you do it?" She gradually returned to her rationality and quickly said, "I have tried many methods before. It is mainly from sensing emotions, from emotions to reading your thoughts, but no matter how your emotions change, the display here has never changed."
The corner of Gu Ci's eyes moved slightly, as if a little curious: "What will be displayed?"
"Punctuation marks." Yan Luqing said, "There are four in total, usually full stop, ellipsis when silent, question mark when in doubt, and the exclamation mark hasn't appeared yet."
Gu Ci smiled upon hearing this: "It's actually not bad."
"You still think it's pretty cool, right? I almost doubt life..." Yan Luqing rolled his eyes, threw the phone aside, knelt up from the bed and hugged his neck and swayed: "You say you are quick After all, why can I see it again!!!"
Gu Ci didn't break her hand, but gently buckled her waist. Yan Luqing's arm suddenly softened and became honest.
He lowered his eyes, as if thinking about how to describe it.
"It's also a bit difficult to describe, but in fact, the moment you open the dialog box and carefully distinguish it, there will be a feeling, like being peeped by something." Gu Ci raised his eyes, "I can choose to avoid it, or you can Choose to let it watch."
"..." Yan Luqing was dumbfounded, reacted for a few seconds, and said in a daze, "So in fact, what I can'read' is only the part you want it to see?"
Gu Ci nodded: "Almost."
"..."
Damn! This is not a bug, this is absolutely abnormal!
In the following time, Yan Luqing slowed down for a while, then talked about Yan Maliang's special function, and even performed one to Gu Ci on the spot—a little panda doll soon appeared on the bed.
As soon as he was born next to Gu Ci, he reached out and fished the doll from the bed.
The little panda happens to be about the same length as his hands, but he is much fatter than his hands, very round and cute. Being held by such a hand, the cute and simple doll also has an indescribable beauty.
Gu Ci turned it over and over again. Although he knew that he shouldn't touch porcelain, he had done a lot of metaphors in his heart. Yan Luqing always had the illusion that the panda was his own body.
As if finally reading enough, Gu Ci looked up and asked her: "Why do you like pandas so much, and..." He paused, "Bamboo?"
"It's bamboo shoots." Yan Luqing corrected, and then explained calmly, "Pandas are a perfect match for bamboo shoots. I like pandas. Of course, I like its food. What's so strange about it?"
Gu Ci stared at her for a few seconds, and said "Um", not entangled with this problem anymore.
Yan Luqing continued: "That's how your pillow comes, and that's how the phone case comes, including all the things you ran into."
Gu Ci still didn't let go of the panda, and suddenly bent his lips: "On the day of the pillow, there is still a while before we say it."
Yan Luqing nodded: "Yes."
He even bends his eyes, his voice is bewitching and gentle: "So... Did you paint me at that time?"
"..."
Yan Luqing was taken aback for a moment, and then his ears became a little hot, patronizing to share with him, forgetting that it also exposed the things that he produced around him every day.
She gritted her teeth, broke the jar and said: "Then I didn't lie to you at all. It was really a fan mentality-with this kind of peripheral artifact, of course I have been painting."
Gu Ci suddenly moved his fingers, and his long, white fingers scratched the chin of the little panda in his hand, and said in a leisurely tone: "Oh, is it?"
Yan Luqing: "..."
She feels that her chin is also a little itchy inexplicably.
She was hopeless.
"...I'm almost finished talking about what I should say. Actually, the reason I said was that I had a dream just now." Yan Luqing paused, "but I still don't know what I dreamed of. I think it's a little weird to encounter this kind of thing continuously. So I just want to tell you."
Gu Ci didn't say anything, looked at her quietly and nodded.
"Then... Anyway, I definitely can't think of anything now. I will slowly think about it later. Go to bed first. Maybe you can go downstairs to have breakfast when you wake up." After hurriedly finishing the concluding remarks, Yan Luqing immediately stepped away from him, wanting to lie down again. Back on the pillow.
Before she crawled back, her arms suddenly tightened.
Gu Ci grabbed her.
"Although I guessed a lot about the things you said, I never thought about asking you." He said, "I think that is meaningless. It only makes sense when you want to say it."
"So, thank you for being willing to tell me."
"..."
Yan Luqing is not good at nausea or love talk most of the time, and only uses the simplest language for confession, still relying on momentum.
At this time, she was very embarrassed by Gu Ci, and waved her hand: "In fact, you don't have to think like this. The main reason is that I can't solve it. I want to use your brain."
Gu Ci: "..."
"I always feel that I rely on my mystery to be evenly matched with you to this day." Yan Luqing continued to fight haha, "So now there are no secrets, and I am quite uncomfortable."
"..." Gu Ci didn't know why he was poked by this sentence, and laughed for a long time before replying, "Well, evenly matched."
Yan Luqing looked on with cold eyes.
Laugh, laugh to your heart's content.
Before going to bed, she suddenly uttered a truth: "Actually, you still have to be reserved occasionally. Couples have to have some little secrets."
For example, when she changed the skin of miracle words, she witty did not say it-haha!
When Yan Luqing got up, she really caught up with her meal.
But she didn't go downstairs to eat.
The princess word, which is too powerful and always makes people ignore her physical condition, suddenly got a fever.
Yan Luqing felt weird at first and suspected that it was the ghost of the system, but then he thought that fever does not necessarily require any reason, especially now that it is winter, it may be because he went to the amusement park all day and he played cold. Maybe.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Gu Ci holding his hand and touching his forehead, the temperature was astonishingly hot. Yan Luqing wakes up instantly, wakes up and asks the front desk of the hotel to bring a thermometer and anti-fever medicine, and orders a digestive breakfast on the phone.
The rest is basically done according to the time when she used to take care of her fever.
He didn't burn too high, maintaining it between 38 and 38.5, and occasionally it would go down a bit. Yan Luqing kept saying to go to the hospital, but usually the princess words like strong and something seemed very unhappy.
He didn't speak, and lay on the bed, blinking at her, his beautiful eyes glowing, silently protesting.
A look of princess fan.
Yan Luqing was defeated thoroughly, and she quickly compromised: "Alright, but if it exceeds 39 degrees, or if the fever does not go away, you must go to the hospital."
Gu Ci still didn't speak, but reached out from under the quilt, took the mobile phone on the side cabinet and handed it to Yan Luqing.
She looked intently and saw that the phone was not hiss yet, it was hers.
Yan Luqing was even more puzzled: "Why are you giving me your phone? I don't play now."
Gu Ci took her mobile phone again, opened WeChat to her, and handed it to her again.
"..." After all, after being a couple for a while, Yan Luqing probably understood what he meant.
She hesitated to open the dialogue box with Gu Ci, and as expected, there was a bubble above his head. She clicked it, and there was only one word on it.
-"good."
This was replying to her previous sentence that she had to go to the hospital if her fever did not go away.
Several black lines crossed Yan Luqing's face.
"… Is it fun?"
Bubbles popped up again.
— "It's fun."
"Are you naive?"
— "Speaking very tired."
"..."
In this way, a fever seemed to make Gu Ci a dumb, and the two of them turned into mouths for one of them, and brainwaves for the other to communicate.
Gu Ci itself seems to be a person who doesn't like talking, hates wasting saliva, and never talks nonsense.
But in life, he is not considered cold, nor defiant. He has basic politeness and can answer back. Probably it is because I don't like to talk, and I have to talk, that's why he develops this kind of gentle yin and yang special skills.
But how nice his voice is! Yan Luqing thought, if he had this condition, he would be happy to be a TB talker every day.
However, if the patient does not speak, he should save his energy.
It's just... Yan Luqing was a little bit incompetent about her wife becoming dumb inexplicably, thinking that she might have to communicate like this in the next few hours, she suddenly stretched out her hand and squeezed his face bitterly.
Although there is not much meat, it still feels soft to the touch.
A certain princess was too lazy to speak, only her eyes rolled.
Yan Luqing lowered his head to look at the phone, and bubbles appeared on his head again on the screen.
-"do not be angry."
-"Love you."