Things can always be paired successfully

They had a quarrel, and Lian Xiao felt that Liao Ran was a patient after all, and he had to sleep even if he was forced to do so, otherwise he would suddenly drive west and hang on his bed, and he couldn't get rid of it, so he pressed down with his big hand and put Liao Ran on the bed. Pressing it into the pillow, he said muffledly, "Sleep, sleep! Don't be pushy!"

Liao Ran bared and stopped talking.

I don't know how long it took, Lian Xiao's consciousness began to blur, but the feeling of not daring to sleep despite being sleepy kept haunting him, what if Liao Ran's condition recurred, what if he was thirsty What if he wants to drink water, what if he wants to get up to pee, what if...

How this night passed, Lian Xiao could only remember a rough idea in a daze.

I can't even tell if it's a dream or it's real.

I only remember that there were too many what-ifs in his brain later, and when the brain was shut down, he entered a dissociative sleep state. When Liao Ran around him moved, he would wake up and fall into a deep sleep. Then fell asleep, back and forth over and over again, tossing him half to death.

It's really fucked up, there is one person in my heart, it really tortures people to death.

When he woke up during the day, he found that he was facing Liao Ran's back, one hand was pressed under his body and felt a little numb, and the other hand was actually on Liao Ran's waist.

Lian Xiao didn't dare to move, he could feel Liao Ran's steady breathing, and his body temperature was no longer so hot, he let out a sigh, this guy finally had a fever.

Lian Xiao stared at the back of Liao Ran's head. Under the messy hair, there was a small cute whirlpool. He followed the whirlpool a few times with his eyes, wanting to laugh.

What kind of work would it be if it was photographed and the matter of Liao Ran forced the artist to paint it.

He wanted to pull his hand out, get up to see if breakfast was ready, but just as he raised his hand, Liao Ran grabbed his wrist.

"Captured on the spot," Liao Ran on the other end laughed, with a trembling voice, "The evidence is convincing."

"..."

"Are you fucking awake?"

"How do I know if my mother is awake?" Liao Ran let go of her hands, lay flat on her body, yawned, and looked at him sideways. "I can't sleep well in the morning, and I wake up when there is a little movement."

"Then why are you still lying on the bed and can't get up?"

"Wait for you," Liao Ran turned sideways, and the two lay face to face, "You didn't sleep well last night, did you? I wanted you to sleep more, but who knows, you have been feeling my body temperature, Did your brother Ran's temperature melt your little heart?"

After saying this, he giggled badly.

"Fuck off!" Lian Xiao grabbed the corner of the pillow under his head and covered his face directly, "I'm sick, my brother last night, in order to create a good rest environment for you, half of his buttocks were suspended in the air, freezing me to death Already!"

"Really?" Liao Ran looked at him with his hands off the pillow, and the other hand that was still shrunk under the quilt directly stretched out and grabbed half of his buttocks, "Hey, it's really cold."

"You crazy you!"

Lian Xiao was shocked by the shock, and the other side of his butt was scared to death. He jumped out of the bed and jumped to the ground. He picked up the slippers with both feet and turned around immediately. He was just about to run to the cabinet to find clothes to put on. Then Liao Ran grabbed the other half from behind.

"Hey? Why is it hot here? How do you hang in the air?"

"You are a fucking painter, can't you use your imagination?!"

Lian Xiao kicked the bed, but he didn't dare to use much force, Liao Ran hid in with a smile: "Are you lying on your front or on your stomach?"

Lian Xiao was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so he put on a sports top and sweatpants, dragged his slippers and went out to watch breakfast.

The aunts in the cafeteria really felt the call from their hearts, and cut a large bag of beef tripe into pieces for frying.

Lian Xiao knew who Liao Ran was, and he would definitely make a fuss when he saw it, so he took a bowl and made him a bowl of porridge. He just stepped out of the cafeteria door, thought for a while, and went back to pick up some pickled mustard and put it in the bowl inside.

Back in the room, I saw Liao Ran playing with his mobile phone, laughing like crazy while typing on Didi.

"Did the epilepsy finally strike?" Lian Xiao raised his foot and kicked him, "Get up and eat something, and then take some medicine."

Liao Ran got up while playing with her mobile phone, her eyes were not willing to leave the screen for a second: "Aren't I already cured? Is it fun to take medicine?"

"Listen to your nasal voice, it's like talking to a cow." Lian Xiao turned and sat back on the bed, turning his face sideways, "What are you looking at, you don't even look up when you are so handsome."

"It's very handsome, look," Liao Ran turned the phone sideways, "Yesterday's photo is so good."

"..."

Lian Xiao's face was almost crooked: "Who sent the photos to the activity group?! There are hundreds of people in this group! The composition is so complicated, what if someone steals the photos and sends them out?!"

"Then you will be popular," Liao Ran kept laughing, "I asked Dongdong to post it, look at you, what a standard L, I'll get down and make a wallpaper."

Lian Xiao snorted, snatched the mobile phone from his hand and threw it on the bed, and stuffed the bowl into his hand: "Drink the porridge first."

"I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

"Swipe after drinking."

After getting up, Liao Ran changed into thicker clothes, long-sleeved shirt and cotton trousers, and a cashmere sweater over it, but he didn't wear long johns because he didn't have any.

Xiao Mo passed by from the checked-out room with the sheets and pillowcases to be changed. When he saw Liao Ran, he said, "Lao Li is back."

"Come back so soon?" Liao Ran adjusted the cashmere sweater, which hadn't been worn for a long time, and the fur made his neck itchy, which made him uncomfortable for a while, "Didn't he go out with the advertiser not long ago?"

In addition to being an inn owner, Lao Li also works part-time as a half-time Internet celebrity, who publishes travel blogs and travel blockbusters from time to time, contributes to magazines, or cooperates with some brands to make some money, otherwise he may not be able to support himself and Lao Wang. coffee house.

Xiao Mo shook the white sheet he was holding on his body: "He said that the migratory birds in Shangri-La have returned, and he wants to take some photos and make them into postcards to sell in the inn."

"You can really make money," Liao Ran took the sheet she was holding, "Where is he?"

"Sucking noodles in the cafeteria."

Liao Ran knew Lao Li once when he was sketching on location, and happened to meet Lao Li taking pictures.

He painted for a long time, and Lao Li squatted beside him for a long time, and the two chatted slowly.

Later, when Liao Ran came to Lijiang, he would stay in Lao Li's inn and meet the old queen. This is how Lao Wang commented on Lao Li.

"In fact, he is quite cool, just like a horse that has been running, never stops, and can't stop, he is dragging his own dreams, and he has a heavy family."

Liao Ran didn't understand it at first, but she realized it when she saw Old Li's sister calling every now and then to ask for money.

Lao Li was born in a rural area and has become the hope of the whole village. If there is anything in the family, he is the first thing to look for.

Liao Ran took the quilt to the changing room. Lian Xiao was a little curious when he heard that the legendary old Li had returned, so he followed Liao Ran to get acquainted.

Lao Li is very close to the people. Others eat on chairs, but he squats outside the cafeteria door like a migrant worker to eat.

Lao Li was wearing a denim outfit, holding a big bowl from the boss. After eating the noodles, he lifted the bowl and drank the soup in one gulp. His esophagus and stomach were really powerful.

"Hey, are you back?" Liao Ran called out.

Lao Li put down the bowl, looked up, his eyes stayed on Liao Ran for a second, then turned to Lian Xiao beside him.

He nodded and hummed, and got up: "I'll wash the dishes first."

Seeing him turn back to the cafeteria, Lian Xiao asked doubtfully, "Boss still wants to wash the dishes himself?"

"What do you think, I was the one who washed your bowl the day before yesterday."

"Ah... I remembered, there was indeed such a thing, I forgot."

Lao Li looks a little different from the photo, the photo is more vicissitudes, probably because he didn't take care of it outdoors, the real person looks brighter and cleaner.

After washing the dishes and walking out, he formally met Lian Xiao.

"Is he your friend?" Lao Li asked Liao Ran.

"No, the customers in our store don't wash the dishes."

"Fart, I just forgot. I'll wash the bowl you ate later." Lian Xiao took out a new pack of cigarettes from his pocket, opened it and handed one to Lao Li, "Lian Xiao, I just came here the day before yesterday. of."

"Please take care of me." Liao Ran added.

Lian Xiao gave him a disgusted look, and helped Lao Li light a cigarette.

Lao Li took a sip, smiled on his face, and nodded: "Li Shimin."

"Wait, what?" Lian Xiao squinted his eyes, "Li, Li Shimin?! The Reign of Zhenguan?!"

"People's taxi, Japanese Min."

"Oh, sorry... I didn't hear clearly."

He himself took out a cigarette, stuffed it in his mouth and lit it.

"Where's mine?" Liao Ran reached out for a cigarette.

"Don't worry about it, what if you faint later?" Lian Xiao put the cigarette case and lighter in his pocket and hid them.

"Damn! You really think I'm a weak chicken!" Liao Ran cursed.

Lao Li didn't know what they were talking about, he squinted his eyes slightly, and smiled while smoking a cigarette.

The three of them came to the bar next to the rooftop. Although it was open during the day, there were no people there. The bartenders in charge ran downstairs to tease the dogs without authorization.

Lao Li smoked one of Lian Xiao's cigarettes and gave him a small pot of fruit wine brewed in the inn.

Lian Xiaoxie once drank a small cup, it was a bit astringent, but also a bit sweet, it was delicious.

"Boss, did you brew it yourself? Are you versatile?"

Lao Li waved his hand: "No, it was made by Wang Rongyao."

"Who? Glory of the King??" Lian Xiao was a little confused, the wine was served so quickly.

"It's Zhengrong Rong, obsidian Yao, Wang Rongyao, that's Old Wang," Liao Ran explained from the side, "I haven't had this wine for a long time."

"Don't even think about drinking it. This pot is mine. Go drink the cough syrup." Lian Xiao moved the flagon pot, "Boss, do you own the coffee house owned by Lao Wang?"

Lao Li just smiled and didn't speak.

Liao Ran patted Lian Xiao's thigh: "Let me tell you, Lao Wang can hold a lot of alcohol, don't look at his baby face, I have never seen him drunk before."

"Really?" Lian Xiao looked at him, "You just drank a measuring cup and then fainted, you can't see how others drink!"

"I'll fuck you, uncle," Liao Ran patted his head, then held his head and groaned, "Did I get drunk?! It's over, it's over, you'll have to talk about this for the rest of your life!"