river bank, river bank

Under the yellow light, Jiang An sat at the desk and processed the documents in his hand.

"woke up?"

Bai San nodded, still a little dazed, and let out a muffled "hmm" in a nasal voice.

He rolled twice on the bed, rolled directly beside Jiang An, leaned his head on his shoulder, rubbed his collar, quietly, without speaking.

The sleep was too long, he looked at the night outside the window in a daze, and suddenly felt that it was already the second night.Looking at the wall clock again, I slowly realized that I didn't miss the whole day, and I didn't miss the meeting with Jiang An's parents. It's still the first day at Jiang An's house, but I slept all afternoon, and night came in the blink of an eye. .

Jiang An concentrated on processing the documents, which were all a bunch of words that he couldn't understand in vain. It took a long or short time to turn the pages, and finally left a string of equally illegible words and signatures at the end of the handwriting.

He didn't understand, and Bai San had no interest. He lay on Jiang An's body in boredom, and found a new pleasure in lying in bed.Listening to the rustling sound of Jiang An's writing, watching him write paragraphs after paragraphs of words that can be called printed characters.

It seems to be so interesting that I can't get enough of listening to it or seeing it enough.

The years are silent.

Willing to live like years, willing to blink for decades.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 1 piece of Sujuejue;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 7 bottles of Xiao girl is not easy; 6 bottles of sonnet;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!