very close to the clouds

Suojia was extremely quiet at night, even the wind was very small.

The curtains were light through, and the moonlight outside could be faintly seen leaking in, sprinkled on Jiang Zhongyu who was on the ground, with his back turned to him, as if he had already fallen asleep.

Before the bandaged gauze was taken off, a corner of Jiang Zhongyu's T-shirt was turned over, revealing a part of the gauze. Shen Yanbai suddenly regretted that the other party was still injured, and he actually let Jiang Zhongyu sleep on the ground.

Shen Yanbai sat up wrapped in a quilt, wondering if he should wake up Jiang Zhongyu to change positions.

He stared at it for a full minute, and Jiang Zhongyu suddenly said, "Cold?"

Shen Yanbai, who was startled, took a sharp breath: "Aren't you asleep?"

"There is such a hot look in the back, how can I sleep," Jiang Zhongyu said, dumbfounded, "We don't have air conditioning, but we have a heater. If you are cold, I will go and get the heater."

"...No," Shen Yanbai shook his head and said, "Why don't you sleep on it."

After saying this, the two were stunned at the same time, and Jiang Zhongyu even turned to look at him: "Are you sure?"

Only then did Shen Yanbai come to his senses: "I mean... you sleep on top, and I sleep on the bottom. You are a sick number."

After he finished speaking, Jiang Zhongyu was fine, but his earlobe was red first.

In the past, Shen Yanbai never thought he was a very innocent person, but since he got to know Jiang Zhongyu, he found that he was so pretentious and blushed at every turn.

"Don't get me wrong." Shen Yanbai even added an extra sentence.

Jiang Zhongyu chuckled twice: "What is the misunderstanding?"

If Jiang Zhongyu's expression wasn't too upright, Shen Yanbai would almost have thought that the other party's words were flirting.

But Jiang Zhongyu quickly turned around and turned his back to Shen Yanbai: "Go to bed early. Don't worry about me."

Shen Yanbai squeezed the corner of the quilt and said "oh", wrapped himself in the quilt, a little regretting why he didn't follow the trend just now, even if Jiang Zhongyu didn't like him, he couldn't fall in love, but he could have physical contact Seems to be pretty good too.

Old batch.Shen Yanbai cursed himself in his heart.

When he woke up the next day, he was alone in the room.

There was the sound of cooking and cooking outside. The cardboard box Jiang Zhongyu brought back was placed behind the door, and the package was cut open with a knife. The inside was a bit messy and hadn't been tidied up.

Shen Yanbai sat on the bed in a daze for a while, then tiptoed over to look at the express box.

The recipient's name was written on the courier slip, which was Jiang Zhongyu.

The sender... Shen Yanbai frowned slightly.

It was sent from the prison - "Xi'an Prison".

Does Jiang Zhongyu have any friends there?Shen Yanbai casually took out a piece of paper from inside.

The picture above is Jiang Zhongyu's painting, which is completely different from Shen Yanbai's imagination. He thought it was sunny and positive, but what Jiang Zhongyu told him yesterday was not false. The things he painted really make people feel uncomfortable great.

It was a sketch of a person, but there was a person on one side, and a skeleton on the other. Those eyes were empty and restless, sucking people in like an abyss. Shen Yanbai's heart was oppressed, and he stared blankly for a long time. .

Until the knock on the door sounded.

"Have a meal."

Shen Yanbai stuffed the painting back into the courier box in a panic, and turned to meet Ye Jing's cold eyes.

Ye Jing glanced at the courier, then looked at him, and repeated: "Eat."

"Okay, Auntie, I'll come right away."

The corners of Ye Jing's mouth twitched, as if she had smiled, but that smile was too quick, not only did it not come from the heart, but there was a hint of sarcasm in it.

After she finished speaking, she steered the wheelchair out.

Shen Yanbai breathed a sigh of relief, and took another look at the express box - I have to say that although the painting is dark, Jiang Zhongyu's painting skills are really good, at least much better than those famous painters on the Internet that Shen Yanbai has seen.

It was also at this time that Shen Yanbai suddenly realized that perhaps Jiang Zhongyu was different from what he had imagined.

"Cook something casually." When Jiang Zhongyu came out with the dishes, Shen Yanbai was already sitting on the stool obediently. When the two looked at each other, Jiang Zhongyu chuckled and said, "You can wake up." Pretty fast."

Shen Yanbai quickly glanced at Ye Jing, but said nothing.

Ye Jing tuned the TV to a TV series that was playing, and the moment she saw the heroine, Shen Yan was so embarrassed that she wished she could immediately find a crack in the rock and sneak in.Ye Jing was actually watching the TV series he acted in.

An ancient puppet show, although it was very popular, but Shen Yanbai felt that this show was his dark history, and his appearance in it was definitely the ugliest he had seen in so many years.

Shen Yanbai couldn't bear to look directly and said, "Can you change the channel?"

Ye Jing said casually: "It's pretty nice."

Shen Yanbai: "..."

Ye Jing's attitude made him doubt whether the other party recognized him or not.

Just when Shen Yanbai was thinking about his attitude towards this TV series, Ye Jing suddenly turned to look at him and said, "Your appearance in it is not as good as your own."

"..." Shen Yanbai was momentarily at a loss for words, "Thank you, Auntie."

"Pfft..." Jiang Zhongyu finally couldn't hold back his laughter, he put the meat and vegetables into Shen Yanbai's bowl while laughing, and said, "Eat quickly, I'll take you to see the cloud after eating."

Shen Yanbai didn't bother with the TV series and Ye Jing's attitude anymore, because he had finally discovered that Ye Jing's brain circuit was really different from that of ordinary people.

Although his brain circuit is also different from ordinary people.

It has to be said that two strange things meet...it's really strange.

After eating, Jiang Zhongyu packed up the dishes and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. Shen Yanbai was bored waiting, so he just wandered outside the yard. It happened that there was a small shop not far from Jiang Zhongyu's house, and Shen Yanbai supported the sales counter. After staring at the snacks inside for a long time, I couldn't find what I wanted.

Instead, I saw paint and brushes.

The boss asked him: "Are you here to gather folk songs?"

"Yes." Shen Yanbai said, "I want that."

The boss handed him the paints and brushes, and took a big bag to pack them carefully, and said, "299."

After touching his empty pocket, Shen Yanbai said calmly and thick-skinned: "Do you know Jiang Zhongyu?"

The boss smiled: "Of course we know each other, we watched him grow up."

"That's fine," Shen Yanbai said very naturally, "I don't have any money with me right now, so if you ask Jiang Zhongyu for it later, just say I bought it. This thing was bought for him in the first place."

In such a small place, the local customs and customs are quite good, and there are often credit accounts, so the boss readily agreed: "Success."

"gone!"

Shen Yanbai heard Jiang Zhongyu's voice calling him from afar.

He turned his head, and Jiang Zhongyu found a motorcycle from nowhere. At the moment, he was stepping on the ground with one foot, raising his hand and waving his arm in a big way. Behind him was the blue sky and thick clouds. A picture of Mary.

Shen Yanbai hurriedly said: "Bring me a few more bags of potato chips."

Shen Yanbai took the potato chips and stuffed them into his big pocket.

The author says:

Sorry for being a little busy today, so I'm late.