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Geng Fan and Geng Fei were already cooking. Qiao Bingrong took a piece of cake from the refrigerator and went up to the second floor. When she passed by Qingchen's room, she took a look inside and then went back to her own room.

Painting in the morning.

He was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, holding the drawing board with one hand and a pencil in the other. The outside of his little finger was covered with a layer of black carbon.

There was movement on the first floor, and Qingchen's eyes moved from the drawing board to the carpet. He heard Ji Xinghan's exaggerated laughter, and then he turned his eyes to his own drawing board.

Yan Yang came upstairs.

Originally, she would have stayed in the mixed-race club for one night, because "Xu Huanhuan" was not only drunk, but she also drank a lot of wine that Xie Jinan and the others added, but Xie Jinan and the others had already gone back, so she didn't It is necessary to act again.

And Ji Xingyu always felt uneasy, otherwise she wouldn't have picked Yan Yang up in person.

As soon as he put the pencil down in the early morning, he took the drawing board and ran out. After leaving the door of the room, he looked in the direction of the bathroom - Yan Yang should have gone there.

Trotting over barefoot in the early morning, he pushed open the door of the bathroom to go inside, and saw Yan Yang was soaking in the bathtub.

She still looked like Xu Huanhuan, when she saw Chen Chen come in, she tilted her head and smiled at him.

In the early morning, he went in with his painting folder, sat on the head of Yan Yang's bathtub, and handed the drawing board to Yan Yang: "Are you familiar with this person?"

Yan Yang stretched out her hand to hold the edge of the drawing board, she was afraid of getting the drawing paper wet.

The front page of the drawing board is a woman's face. This woman is beautiful, but a bit dark. It is undeniable that just looking at this portrait, Yan Yang felt the fatal attraction of this woman.

Like, she should be in the collection of a certain god, she shouldn't be in this world, this world is not worthy of her appearance.

"I haven't seen it before." Yan Yang said.

"You turn the next page." Early morning said.

Yan Yang looked at Qing Chen, he looked serious and serious, Yan Yang reached out to reach for the towel, and Qing Chen leaned forward to help her.

Yan Yang simply sat up from the bathtub, she turned to the next page, and the next page was the male figure of the woman. Although the facial features were slightly different, the two figures belonged to the same creature.

"In this way, will you feel that you have seen it?" Qingchen asked again.

Yan Yang shook his head and said seriously: "No, do you think I will be able to meet people with this kind of appearance at my level?"

Looking at Yan Yang in the early morning, he snatched her drawing board and pushed her into the bathtub with one hand.

Yan Yang poked his head out of the water again and asked, "Qingchen, don't you know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade?"

"Oh, are you incense or jade? It's funny." After finishing speaking, Chen Chen took the drawing board and left.

Yan Yang pursed his lips, and continued to soak in his own bath.

In the middle of the night, the first floor was quiet.

In the early morning, I went to bed early today.

Yan Yang sneaked to the door of Qingchen's room. When she opened the door and went in, Luo Shan happened to come upstairs with her notebook. She blinked at that side and followed.

I don't know what kind of habit this is in the early morning, whether it's sleeping, going to the bathroom, taking a shower, changing clothes... He doesn't like to lock the door, if it wasn't for others to keep reminding him, he wouldn't even close the door.

According to Qiao Bingrong, they had encountered a fire before, because Yan Yang's door was locked and happened to be broken, and the official could not get in from the outside, so he could only jump down from the third floor.

Qiao Bingrong said that this incident should have left a psychological shadow on him. At that time, he had a broken calf, and he could barely fight in the past, but since his fracture, it has been difficult for him to fight. Wherever he lived, as long as it was his room, the door was never locked, and sometimes he wouldn't even close the door.

So Yan Yang went in very easily, and Luo Shan pushed the door lightly and went in.

Yan Yang was standing in front of the bed in the early morning, she was flipping over the drawing board, the moonlight coming in from the window was enough for her to see clearly what was on the drawing paper.

Luo Shan quietly stood beside Yan Yang, Yan Yang tilted the drawing board towards her, Luo Shan said softly, "Please, it's so dark, I can't see clearly..."

"Let's go over there and turn on the desk lamp." Yan Yang suggested.

Luo Shan took the drawing board, and the two of them went to the small balcony in the early morning room.

It turned out that Qingchen not only drew the male and female faces of this person, but also drew many details-hands, feet, accessories around the waist and so on.

Luo Shan looked at Yan Yang, and she asked, "He draws so finely? It's as if he has been with this person for a long time, and he has had close contact with him."

"I don't know. When I took a bath, he showed me what he showed. He must have been waiting for me to come back. He was so anxious. This person should be very important to him." Yan Yang said again.

"He asked you instead of Bingrong and Brother Ji, which means that this person does not really exist." Luo Shan shook her eyebrows.

Yan Yang didn't understand what Luo meant, so she flipped through those pages of drawing paper, and after thinking about it for a while, she became like the woman in the painting.

Luo Shan picked up her mobile phone and wanted to take a picture, but a dense black formation spread over here, Luo Shan and Yan Yang looked at the other side of the bed together, and saw that Chen Chen was still asleep.

It is his array.

His formation is very special. The center of the formation is naturally under the bed, but Yan Yang can see that the center of the formation is white, or in other words, it is colorless. Because they rotate and reflect light, they look like White; the part extending from the center of the formation turned gray, and the gray became thicker as it went to the outer edge, and when the edge of the formation reached Luo Shan and the others, it had already turned black.

"It turned out that the formation in the early morning looked like this." Luo Shan said softly.

"He's not awake." Yan Yang reminded.

Luo Shan wanted to bend down to look at the early morning array, but suddenly Yan Yang was pulled by something, and it fell into the early morning array, and the next second, the early morning array quickly shrank under the bed.

Luo Shan hurriedly followed, but the formation in the early morning did not open again.

Can Yan Yang be accommodated in his formation?
And regarding the capacity of the array, the simplest explanation is that it is somewhat like the memory of a mobile phone. It is not that the software is smaller than the memory of the mobile phone, and this mobile phone can install it, but that the software is much smaller than the memory of the mobile phone, because the mobile phone itself can still run. A part of the memory is needed, that is to say, if Yan Yang can be accommodated in the formation in the early morning, then his formation is really not small.

Luo Shan looked at Mo Chen, he was still asleep.

She stretched out her hand to shake him, and called softly, "Morning? Wake up!"

He opened his eyes after stretching in the early morning. He looked at Luo Shan and asked in a daze, "It's dawn? Is there work?"

Roseanne shrugged her shoulders, she looked at Chen Chen and said nothing.

Sitting up in the early morning, he lifted the collar of his pink pajamas with cartoon patterns, sobering up a bit.

"Wow, why did you come to my room in the middle of the night?" Qingchen asked.

Roseanne leaned against the bed in the early morning: "Did you feel any strange feeling?"

"Are you talking about tongue twisters?" Qingchen asked again.

Roseanne's eyes narrowed.

There is another way to describe the volume of water, that is, it is a glass of water. If a large ice cube is put into this glass of water, the water will overflow.

"Give it a try." Luo Shan raised her chin at Chen Chen.

"Open the array? I can't open it either..." Before Chen Chen could say anything, his array suddenly turned away, and the shallow buzzing sound startled Chen Chen himself.

The particles in the room gathered towards the center to form Yan Yang. Yan Yang turned around and looked at Chen Chen and Luo Shan in horror.

"Ah! You, you, you!" Qingchen seemed to have been frightened by something. He hurriedly hid behind Luoshan, but he ignored one problem, that is, he was much bigger than Luoshan. With Luoshan's small stature, he Can't hide it.

"Oh... Yan Yang... ah... what happened?" Chen Chen was a little incoherent.

Roseanne looked at the ceiling, she whispered: "Well, it's almost dawn, we'll have a small meeting after breakfast."

"Huh?" Chenchen continued to look blank, but Luo Shan didn't say anything to him, but went out with Yan Yang.

Blinking in the morning, he patted his face lightly, and whispered, "I'm not dreaming...uh...so hungry..."

As if everyone had a tacit understanding, when Geng Fan and Geng Fei prepared breakfast, everyone came down to eat. No one came down early to serve the meal, and no one stayed in bed without breakfast.

When Luo Shan went to the dining table, she glanced around the living room, Geng Fan looked at her and said, "Brother Ji went to Jieshen Hall early in the morning, and said that their captain sent him a message, telling him to come over early. "

When Qiao Bingrong was walking down the stairs, he met Chen Chen who was going downstairs together. Although Qing Chen was still wearing his pink pajamas and still looked awake, Qiao Bingrong felt that Qing Chen was a little different from usual.

"Are you having nightmares again?" Qiao Bingrong asked Qingchen casually.

"That's not true...I don't have nightmares every day." Chen Chen reluctantly smiled.

"If you don't have nightmares, you are still called a nightmare professional?" Qiao Bingrong went downstairs quickly and went to serve porridge at the table.

Luo Shan supported the table with her elbows, she smiled at Geng Feng: "I have good news for you today."

"Good news?" Geng Fan also sat down.

"Brother Chen's question, I have an idea." Luo Shan smiled again.

Geng Fan took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun and looked at Qing Chen, who was dazedly wiping his hands with a towel, reaching out for the steamed stuffed bun before he even sat down.

"Brother Chen didn't react at all..." Geng Fan also laughed.

Roseanne smiled: "He probably hasn't woken up yet."

"Hmph, I didn't wake up and I came down to eat buns by myself? Am I sleepwalking?" Chen Chen squinted at Luo Shan.

"Yes." Rosen raised an eyebrow.

The movement of biting the buns in the early morning was so froze.

Geng Fan leaned over to look at Chen Chen, and he spoke in a low voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing Chen Chen: "But, Luo Shan... sleepwalkers, do you keep your eyes open? Can you still come down and eat buns by yourself?"

"Yes, the world is so big, there are so many surprises." Luo Shan smiled.

Geng Fan felt that Luo Shan's words touched his blind spot of knowledge again, so he looked at the early morning—is he sleepwalking?
In the early morning, he was chewing the buns slowly, and when he swallowed the mouthful, he blinked his eyes and his face gradually became frightened.