There is a sick girl before and a ghost after

After tossing around outside for so long, including the return driving time, it was not too early to arrive at Qianlang's house. If Wen Yuran's cooking speed was taken into account, it should be almost enough time for dinner.

Yes, Wen Yuran also knows how to cook. After all, his parents have already gone back to his hometown to hide from leisure. He can cook a few dishes no matter how much he lives alone. It is still possible.Seeing Qianlang's miserable state, he couldn't bear to squeeze the remaining labor force any more. If he fainted in the kitchen, it would be another toss.

After entering the door and taking a quick shower, Wen Yuran was not in a hurry to enter the kitchen, but first called Yin Mu with Qian Lang's mobile phone.

"Hello? What happened to Xiaowen?"

As soon as the phone was answered, Wen Yuran was almost speechless: "It's me! You're expecting something to happen to me? It's nothing serious, so I'll report it to the organization. The matter is resolved, but I accidentally broke the phone gone."

On the other end of the phone, Yin Mu also put down the document, and twirled the signature pen casually between his fingers: "So fast? Didn't you suffer any injuries? If it doesn't work, please ask for a few more days off."

"No, although my fragile little heart has been damaged a bit, but serious injuries are nothing, but tomorrow my arm may be bruised, so it's okay." The fall on the ground was not light, but fortunately there was no such troublesome injury as a broken bone , but bruises are definitely indispensable.

"Then call me again if you have anything to do. Let's have a meal together this weekend to calm your surprise. I'll treat you."

Poured himself a glass of water, Wen Yuran took a sip to moisten his throat, and then responded with a smile: "Okay, my concubine knows how to love others, or if you change the bed into a bunk bed like a dormitory, I will live with you again." Is the upper bunk available? By the way, even the parents have met."

A few laughs came from the other end of the phone, obviously amused by his idea: "Don't be poor, go and have a rest, and tell me about any wonderful experiences when we meet on the weekend."

"Well, hang up."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Yuran went to the refrigerator to pick out the ingredients for cooking. Qianlang, who had just finished taking a bath, walked up to him silently. Just as he was about to ask him to rest and do it by himself, Wen Yuran Slap into the sofa.

"Sit honestly and don't make trouble. You can't choose the taste of the food. If you don't eat, you will only be hungry."

Then Qian Lang nodded obediently, Wen Yuran turned around and entered the kitchen.

And after he entered the kitchen, Qian Lang didn't sit on the sofa too much, got up and went straight into the bathroom that came with the bedroom.

Putting her hands on both sides of the washstand, Qian Lang raised her head and saw her own face reflected in the mirror. There was still a little mist from the recent bath on the mirror, but she could still see it clearly.

What kind of face is that?Probably it was as cold as a dead person, and his eyes were still so indifferent, no matter how he looked at it, he found it annoying, Qian Lang thought so.

In his eyes, he is neither a model star sought after by ordinary and ignorant people, nor is he a good-looking weirdo who is good at talking in Wen Yuran's perception.He knew he was nothing at all, just a greedy, cruel, self-aware failure.

How long can the illusion of normality last even now?Qianlang silently stared at his slightly trembling hands, he really wanted to go out and kill the person who was talking and laughing with his master on the phone, tortured him to death little by little, and said in the despairing and fearful eyes of the other party, Master It can only belong to him.

Then what?Then the owner will look at him in shock when he knows it, maybe he will keep backing away in fear, trying to escape, or he may be angry and want to avenge that person.It doesn't matter which one it is, because he must be the only one in the eyes of the master at that time, and he can take all the attention of the master as a matter of course.

But can't do that.

Qian Lang untied the cloth strip wrapped around his right hand. Because Wen Yuran said it on purpose before taking a bath, he didn't untie it at all, and the wound naturally didn't get wet.

But now he puts the solidified wound under the faucet, rinses it with water continuously, and washes it carefully with soap. There are bursts of tingling pain from the wound, but there is no expression on Qianlang's face, as if he can't feel it at all. to the same.After washing it over and over again, he covered his left hand again, and his fingers mercilessly tore at the wound, causing blood to flow out from it again.

Letting the blood slowly drip into the sink, Qianlang rinsed his left hand, picked up the strip of cloth that Wen Yuran tore off from his inner garment, not caring that it was stained with blood, covered it under his nose and took a deep breath, stretching out uncontrollably. With the tip of her tongue licking the part that hangs down to her lips, her breathing gradually became heavy, her pale face flushed, and the intoxication gradually replaced the original ice-like expression.

After so many years, the master can still easily pull him out of the invisible darkness, even though he is such a filthy existence, even though he should be so annoying.

Qianlang always believes that if there is really a so-called miracle in the world, then this miracle must be that Wen Yuran appeared in his life, and became his belief, his god, and his eternal love.

He briefly fried three dishes with the ingredients in the refrigerator, and when Wen Yuran brought out the dishes, he saw Qianlang leaning on the sofa, holding his mobile phone very intently, not knowing what he was looking at.

"The old man over there, dinner is ready, why are you so serious?"

After hearing Wen Yuran's shout, Qian Lang put away his mobile phone, and while taking a seat next to Wen Yuran, he replied, "I'm watching a tutorial on making puppets."

What he said made people even more incomprehensible. Wen Yuran felt that a question mark was about to appear on his head: "Why are you looking at that thing?" This person doesn't seem so girlish.

Then Wen Yuran regretted why he had to ask so cheaply: "I want to be your body-sized pillow." Then I can sleep with this pillow every day, how happy it is (☆▽☆)

Wen Yuran didn't want to comment on this matter at all, and he didn't want to know how his pillow would be treated if it was really made out. He just wanted to eat now.

But even such a simple wish was taken away because he had promised Qian Lang to feed him dinner.

Qianlang smiled and picked up a piece of meat and handed it to his mouth, and he still wanted to try to make a final resistance: "Why don't you just forget it, you see your wrist is injured and I feel like I'm bullying the wounded... ..."

The rough treatment he had made with the clothes had been removed, and Qian Lang re-tied it with bandages himself, which made it look more beautiful.

"It's okay, this is the reward you promised me." Qian Lang said with a smile, holding the chopsticks firmly in his right hand without even shaking, as if the bandages were just decorations.

In the end Wen Yuran gave in, but he must emphasize that his heart was crying.

After living for more than 20 years, it was the first time that someone fed him so sweetly, but the other party was a man with handles just like him.

One of the grief, do not mention worth mentioning.

And the few dishes he simply fried were eaten cleanly. After he couldn't eat anymore, all the remaining meals were taken by Qianlang according to the order. A simple visual inspection is close to twice Qianlang's usual appetite up.

This made Wen Yuran pray for Qianlang's stomach for three seconds.

Because the house problem has not been settled yet, Wen Yuran is staying with Qianlang temporarily for the past few days.In fact, he could go to Yin Mu's place to borrow, but firstly, his stomach was really conquered, and secondly, if Qianlang didn't talk nonsense, then he might have to go to hell in the future, so it's better to get acquainted with Qianlang in advance Familiar, after all, if one fails, it will be a long-term cooperation...

In fact, apart from the fact that the daily life has become more basic, the quality of life is much better than that of his own.Even Wen Yuran himself can hardly define, what kind of model is the current relationship with Qian Lang?Especially acquaintances don't count, strangers don't count, and ordinary friends are just as wrong.

Today is the weekend, as agreed before, Wen Yuran and Yin Mu made an appointment to meet at a delicious restaurant.

After briefly chatting about the experience in the ghost building that day, Wen Yuran skipped over the part where Qianlang scratched himself. Although he didn't know exactly what was going on, but in case there was something unspeakable...it seemed inappropriate to say it casually. great.He also chose to conceal the matter about Yu Pei.

"At least it's good that people are fine now." After listening, Yin Mu could only sigh like this.

"Yeah, even though he was forced to bind a living person, he still can't drive him away." Wen Yuran echoed quietly.

When Qian Lang was mentioned, Yin Mu had a little hesitation on his face: "How are you getting along with Qian Lang?"

"It's okay, I'm actually quite a nice person, but my charm is still too great, making people cry and beg for a warm bed." Wen Yuran joked casually, although in fact he was really not sure what Qianlang was doing. This means, don't you really mean that to him?

"You will inevitably need his care in the future. It is indeed good to have a closer relationship, but you should pay more attention to yourself. I am still a little uneasy about that person."

Hearing what Yin Mu said, Wen Yuran thought he still remembered the incident when Qianlang pressed the back of the blade against his neck before: "In fact, he usually doesn't use the knife anytime and anywhere, at least I think it's quite normal on weekdays. "

"I don't mean that." Yin Mu shook his head, picked up the water and took a sip, "There was a piece of news about Qianlang before, and I don't know if it's true or not, but I think I should tell you so that you can have an idea .”

It's normal for a celebrity to go on the news, but if Yin Mu can tell it on purpose, Wen Yuran knows it's definitely not the kind of boring thing to catch a lot of, so he listens carefully.

small theater:

Wen Yuran: Why did I hear the staff say that you are a coquettish, what is a coquettish?

Qianlang: I didn't expect you to care so much about my affairs o(*////▽////*)q

Wen Yuran: Ah, no, no, I'm just asking...

Qianlang: You don't need to be shy, but can I ask who said that? o(*////▽////*)q

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#This month has already sacrificed the fourth QAQ#