hello, mr.

Memory will always spontaneously filter out the trivial and ordinary things in life. In contrast, it will retain those painful, intense, and profound moments, those moments of sadness or joy, or love or hate.

No one can control memories, just like no one can control fate.

Years go by, unpredictable thorns and smooth roads.

The stories that happened one after another in life are like scripts written, with intertwined authenticity and drama, turning into a strong and firm net, enclosing people in it.

There is no going back.

Zhou Nan raised his hand and pressed his ear, somehow, his mind was full of childhood memories.

He laughed at himself, what can he remember?

Childhood is just a period of time struggling with mother's white lies and father's strict standards. It is incomplete, unpleasant, and even unnecessary warm.

"What's the matter with you?" Bandit Ji raised his hand and shook it in front of Zhou Nan's eyes. This person, who had just had a good conversation with him, suddenly fell down.

The person who was immersed in the memory suddenly came back to his senses, but the eyes that should have been sharp and deep now showed a trace of childlike fragility.

Ji Bandit seemed to be taken aback by him, and reflexively withdrew his hand.He asked tentatively, "Are you too tired, why don't you sleep here for a while?"

Zhou Nan looked at Ji Bandit who was full of apology, and the bad mood that had just risen in his heart disappeared without warning. He tried his best to control his slightly trembling voice, and there was a three-point smile in his words: "It's okay, I'll wait with you."

"There are extra quilts and pillows here. I bought new ones. No one has used them except for me sleeping once a few days ago." Ji Bandit stood up, ignored Zhou Nan's answer, and pushed away the chair to go to the room to get them. thing.

Seeing his movements, Zhou Nan stood up, "It's really not necessary."

"Ah, that, if you don't like it, I'll change the quilt cover for you soon." A clear voice came from the room, and then Ji Bandit was seen walking out with a quilt and two pillows in his arms.

Zhou Nan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, reached out to take the quilt and pillow, and threw them on the sofa with his backhand.

"Say no, what do you do when I fall asleep? Sit there and wait until dawn?" He sat down, even though his long legs were confined in this slightly narrow space, he could still see a bit of chic.

Such a person is destined to be above the clouds, and everyone knows it.

Ji Bandit tried his best to ignore the unconscious charm of this man. His eyes shifted from his legs to his waist, and finally settled on his face, meeting those eyes that were as deep and charming as thick fog.

Looking into the eyes of a good-looking person is a challenge to the endurance of the heart. Ji Bandit almost forgot what he wanted to say, and his heart was pounding hard.

Although he is not a face control, Ji Bandit feels that if this continues, he will be the next one to talk nonsense.

He breathed a sigh of relief, hugged the pillow in his arms tightly, and said to Zhou Nan: "I'm here to practice tomorrow's play, so I won't disturb you."

I saw Zhou Nan leaning lazily on the quilt, took out his mobile phone and handed it to Bandit Ji.

"The script, can you see if it's this part? I told you to accompany you, and I'll watch you practice."

Ji Bandit took the phone, and the file showed the most important scene tomorrow.It turned out that Zhou Nan was looking for this just now when he flipped through his phone, and he couldn't help feeling a little fond of the man in front of him again.

"Thank you! This helped me a lot!" He raised his head, with a smile without any malice on his face.

It's clean and bright.

This is Zhou Nan who has been infected by him countless times. He doesn't know why Ji Bandit is always like a little sun, emitting warm and non-scorching light.

She must have been pampered by many people and raised with care and care.If he also had the same family as himself, would he still be the way he is now?

He doesn't know, and he doesn't want to.

In fact, Ji Bandit has performed many times, but it is rare to have the opportunity to perform for only one person like this time.

Still shy anyway.

As the night darkened, the same scene was repeated countless times.A person who looks quite thin, has endured for so long without showing any signs of fatigue.

"Hey, that sentence was wrong just now, let's do it again." Zhou Nan checked the lines with his mobile phone, and picked Ji Bandit's mistakes very seriously.

Ji Bandit turned sideways and took a step towards Zhou Nan, "Ah? Is it wrong? I remember this line!" He said, bending down to look at the phone screen.

"That's right, it says 'students, persistence and perseverance are important, but you can't put your safety at risk. Go to rest first, there are still a few of our student representatives guarding here...'" He Reading the lines with a little puzzlement, he didn't notice that he was already very close to the owner of the phone.

A deep voice sounded beside his ears, "So, it's time for you to rest, I'm here." A burst of tingling heat swept across at close range, even if Ji Bandit was dull, he could still feel the ambiguity at this time.He felt his face get hot and stepped back.

"I'll be idle all day tomorrow, so I can sleep anywhere." Zhou Nan stood up sideways, and stretched out his hand to push Ji Bandit on the sofa.

He pulled up the quilt and threw it on Ji Bandit, while Ji Bandit was in a daze, he rubbed his soft hair, and said: "You have to play tomorrow, so be careful. You have performed very well."

There was a little warmth from the quilt covering his body, and Ji Bandit didn't insist anymore. After all, his condition after staying up late was so bad that even putting on makeup couldn't save him.

"Aren't you going to lean on for a while? That chair has no backrest."

"It's okay, I'm used to it." Zhou Nan raised his eyes to look at him, and said lightly.

Bandit Ji flinched, and then said again: "Isn't it cold? The temperature seems to have dropped at this time."

"It's better than your frost resistance. It's not that cold this season. Go to sleep."

After hearing this, Bandit Ji still didn't give up the idea of ​​persuading him. He huddled under the quilt, only showing his face, leaning his head against the soft back of the sofa, closing his eyes as if he was drowsy.

Zhou Nan looked at his phone, it was past twelve o'clock.

The child in front of him seemed to have fallen asleep while sitting up, sleeping with no defense at all.

No wonder people would count on the bed.

Zhou Nan closed the stock market interface he had just opened, and walked carefully to the sofa, trying to pick up Ji Bandit and let him lie on the sofa.

But just as soon as he touched his shoulder, the child who pretended to be asleep stretched out his hand from under the quilt to grab his wrist.

Because it was the beginning of autumn, Zhou Nan was only wearing a white shirt casually. He unbuttoned the sleeves and rolled them up to the joints.

very - sexy

Ji Bandit said solemnly: "You still say you are not cold? Your hands are colder than mine!"

Then, as if it should be taken for granted, he dragged Zhou Nan to sit beside him, grabbed the quilt and covered both of them. "Don't be disgusted, the conditions are tough, just sleep for a while."

Because he was so close, Zhou Nan saw his expression slightly upset: "I haven't come back this time, I guess I slept in a hotel outside, two heartless, every time I tricked me into showing them the shop. One doesn't love children, A disrespectful old man."

"Hey, what can I do, widows and single dogs have no human rights..."

Zhou Nan couldn't help laughing out loud.

They are very close.

Ji Bandit didn't know why he had a different feeling of intimacy with Zhou Nan.

It was as if they had been lingering to death.

He couldn't help but think of the red-faced scene that night.

Although he was groggy and didn't have any impression, he secretly felt that the man's aura was very similar to Zhou Nan's.

Want to be cared for, want to be hugged.

want to be loved.

He fell asleep in a daze, and unconsciously leaned his head on Zhou Nan's shoulder.

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