Tachycardia

The star curtain is low, the night is shrouded, and the chirping of insects and birds is faintly visible.

The lights in the house were bright.

Wen Jinran sat on the sofa with her knees folded and her arms folded, her eyes fixed on the mutton skewers on the table, lost in her thoughts.

His snow-white skin was translucent and moist under the light. He took off his shoes on the sofa, exposing his bony and beautiful feet to the air. His thumbs were raised slightly, and occasionally curled up unconsciously, which was very irritating. itch.

At this time, it was almost twelve o'clock in the night, but there was still no activity on his mobile phone. Jin Wendong left in a hurry, leaving only a few words. He was worried, but he didn't want to call rashly to ask.

Speaking of the close relationship between the two, Jin Wendong was used to living in his house, but he still knew nothing about the other party's family situation. He was seen playing and fighting with others on weekdays. There is too much control over him, and he comes and goes chicly alone.

But is there any normal family in the world who doesn't teach their children?

What's more, the "baby" that Jin Wendong said before he left really made him feel delicate - so subtle that he even felt a little insomnia. Staring at the packed mutton skewers in a daze.

This behavior is a bit silly, and he knows it himself, but he has no other way to calm himself down.

It wasn't until one o'clock that Wen Jinran felt a little sleepy. He buried his head in his arms and fell asleep, but he still couldn't fall asleep. His eyelids drooped and protested to him. He closed his eyes naturally, but his brain was still in a state of excitement. state.

At two o'clock in the morning, Wen Jinran felt that Jin Wendong probably wouldn't come. After confirming this, he patted his cheek and decided to go to bed.

Just as he was about to turn off the lights, he heard his cell phone ringing, and looking for the sound, he went all the way and took out his cell phone from the crack of the sofa. The note on the caller ID was Jin Wendong.

He froze for a moment.

Words can't describe his current feelings, his heart seems to be stirred up by someone, sticky into a ball, not as sweet as honey, not as sour as green plums, thicker than paste, but it seems so bland nothing.

He was dazed for a moment, then connected the phone, "Hello."

Jin Wendong's voice over there was muffled, feeling a bit vague: "Wen Jinran."

Wen Jinran seldom heard his own name from him, and he was not used to being called suddenly: "Well, you're not coming here, are you?"

Jin Wendong fell silent from the other end of the phone.

Wen Jinran didn't mean to blame him, and sat down on the sofa again, taking a breath, "If you don't come here, don't come, it's just a pity that these mutton skewers will be thrown away if you don't eat a bite."

Just after he finished speaking, there were several bangs from the phone, as if something had fallen down, Wen Jinran thought he accidentally dropped the phone, "What's wrong?"

"Ahem," Zila's murmur filled his ears, and with the sound of stumbling footsteps over there, Jin Wendong said, "Why throw it away...don't throw it away..."

Wen Jinran listened to him talk a lot, and felt something was wrong, and jumped up from the sofa in an instant, "What's wrong with you? Something happened?"

Jin Wendong's voice was quite calm: "It's nothing, I'm downstairs at your house..."

"What building—"

"Bang bang bang!"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a knock on the door, and the same voice came from the microphone Jin Wendong. He looked at the door suspiciously, and asked softly, "Are you knocking on the door?"

As if in response to his words, the knocking on the door became louder, Jin Wendong didn't speak, just kept knocking.

Wen Jinran looked through the cat's eyes, just in time to see Jin Wendong's distorted big head. The lights in the corridor were too dim, and his vision was half-blind, but after confirming that it was someone he knew, he pulled out the anti-theft bolt and opened the door.

After opening the door, the smell of alcohol came in.

Wen Jinran was startled, Jin Wendong was standing staggeringly, and seeing that he was about to slide up the door frame of his house, he hurriedly stepped forward to help him, and dragged him into the house.

After he closed the door and turned around, he saw Jin Wendong lying sprawled on the floor, probably not very conscious.

"My God," Wen Jinran could smell the alcohol on his body from two meters away, "Didn't you say something was wrong? You were called to drink?"

He didn't expect the people who had already turned into mud to answer. How could he expect the people on the ground to suddenly pretend to be corpses. He opened his eyes and looked at him in confusion, "No, I didn't ask for a drink. I drank it myself."

It was the first time for Wen Jinran to see him showing a childish expression that a teenager should have, and he was a little surprised at once, and even more speechless: "You drink yourself like this?"

Jin Wendong's cheeks were flushed, and he put his hands over his eyes to cover up the light, "Mmm..."

Wen Jinran didn't know how to react, she stared at him silently for a moment.

The lights in the living room are usually the brightest, and it's normal for drunk people not to like them. Seeing that he was really uncomfortable, Wen Jinran stepped forward and wanted to move him to a place, but Jin Wendong was as if he was asleep. He yelled twice, no reaction.

He had never taken care of a drunken person, and in the end he felt helpless, so he raised a Bai Shengsheng's foot and kicked him on the side twice.

——This is the time to poke the basket.

Jin Wendong stretched out his hand suddenly, and tightly grasped his ankle, the hot palm pressed against his cold skin, feeling a little shy and uncomfortable, Wen Jinran couldn't stand steadily, and immediately yelled shortly.

He had no balance and was almost toppled over. A frightened voice shouted, "Let me go!"

Drunk people are irrational, Jin Wendong is the same, his drunken eyes are hazy, he looks at the moving arch in his hand, the place he is holding is instantly red, it seems so soft that he can't stand a touch.

His breathing was a little short, and he pulled Wen Jinran's feet closer to his face.

Wen Jinran turned pale with fright, thinking he was drunk and crazy, and staggered on the other leg, when Jin Wendong moved his lips to his feet, he finally lost his footing and pointed at Jin Wendong. Wen Dong's body was smashed over.

The two groaned at the same time.

Fortunately, Jin Wendong let go of his hand, and Wen Jinran lay on his body, his legs almost pulled apart.

He propped up his upper body desperately, and heard Jin Wendong shouting from under him: "It hurts..."

Wen Jinran's ankles were already turning blue, he stood up reluctantly, took a deep breath, ignored Jin Wendong who was lying on the floor, and angrily went into the bedroom.