Sikong Yan blinked and looked at her guilty side face, "Every time period."

Nan Chen's eyes rolled around, "It was almost noon when I woke up. I ate some snacks and then fell asleep again..." This schedule was like a pig. "Because I feel dizzy." She added.

Sikong Yan said, "What time did you leave the house?"

"I forgot, I didn't watch anything." Nan Chen felt like he was on pins and needles and moved his butt unconsciously.

Because Sikongyan was worried that she would be alone at home, he came back before four o'clock. He sent the pending matters to the mailbox so that he could continue at home. Nan Chen had already gone out by that time. It was six o'clock when they met in the supermarket.

A lot, which meant that Nan Chen had been out shopping for at least two hours.

This book was nothing, but her evasive gaze made Sikong Yan unable to help but want to get to the bottom of it.

"Besides the supermarket, where else did you go?"

This question made Nan Chen feel even more guilty and hesitantly said, "I didn't go anywhere... I just kept visiting the supermarket."

"No choice?"

"It's my choice. I threw the cart aside after seeing you."

Sikong Yan raised his eyebrows slightly. He actually believed what Nan Chen said, but he deliberately pinched the tip of her nose and teased her: "Children who lie will have their noses grow longer."

Nan Chen hurriedly opened his fingers and said, "Who lied?"

"Okay, go to sleep." Sikong Yan let go of her and said, he still had a lot of work to deal with.

Keren's psychology is very subtle. After doing something wrong, he always feels like others are staring at him. Those ordinary words and looks also seem to have deep meaning at this time. This is how Nan Chen feels.

She felt that Sikong Yan realized that she was lying, so he kicked her off his lap.

A small panic surged in my heart.

She stayed still and said, "I don't want to sleep, I want to stay with you." She said and put a sticker on Sikong Yan's chest.

Although Sikong Yan was a little helpless, he was more sincere. Nanchen rarely clung to him. She was like a plant in the wilderness, growing tenaciously and independently. So the dependence she showed on him at this moment made her

He was extremely moved.

He hugged the delicate little ball in his arms again, and said in a soft voice, "You can stay here, but you are not allowed to cause trouble."

Nan Chen nodded obediently and leaned against him.

Sikong Yan stared at the laptop screen intently, but in fact his thoughts were far less focused than his expression. He was already a little distracted. The sweet milk fragrance exuded from Nanchen's hair and skin made him want to eat her in one bite.

After a while, Si Kongyan discovered that he couldn't get into work at all.

Simply shut the notebook with a snap.

"Have you finished reading?" Nan Chen asked.

"Yeah." Sikong Yan responded casually, hugging her sideways as he stood up, "Go back to bed and stay there."

Nan Chen put his arms around his neck, acting very affectionate.

Sikong Yan felt as if his heart was melting.

Little did he know that she was just being a thief with a guilty conscience...

"Big bad guy, let's play a game."

Nan Chen blinked his big eyes in high spirits and moved closer to Sikong Yan who was sitting by the bed and unbuttoning his buttons.

"Okay." Sikong Yan rubbed her hair lovingly, "I'll play with you after I take a bath."

Nan Chen felt much more at ease. It seemed that he didn't notice much, but he was overthinking it.

Sikongyan's shower gel regained its sandalwood scent.

Nan Chen couldn't help but wonder, the reason why he used milk-scented shower gel last time was to create the illusion that he was still holding her while she was no longer with him.

"playing what."

Sikong Yan leaned on the bedside, looked at her sideways, and spoke in a soft voice.

"truth or Dare."

Nan Chen raised his chin triumphantly, "Come on, rock, paper, scissors!"

As a result, she knelt down three times in a row at the beginning. Sikong Yan only asked some regular questions, such as what color she likes best, what she likes to eat, etc. In the fourth round, Nanchen made a comeback against the wind, and she was so happy that she couldn't close her mouth. She couldn't

He is a person who will be kind to his 'opponents'.

"How old were you when you first drew a map?" Nan Chen asked with a raised eyebrow.

Sikongyan thought about it carefully and then answered, "I'm fourteen years old, in the geography class in the second grade of junior high school."

Nan Chen curled his lips, "It's not this map."

Sikongyan was puzzled, blinked his eyes rapidly, and tilted his head as if asking.

"Hehehe, yes..." Nanchen's gaze slid down from his face to his thighs.

Sikong Yan seemed to understand, and looked at her with 'I really am yours' written in his eyes.

"It's about this time," he replied.

Nan Chen laughed loudly, raised his hand and clenched his fist, "Continue."

Then, Sikong Yan lost again... He looked at Nan Chen, who was kneeling in front of him with a 'little fox' smile on his face, and felt that the future was not very bright.

"Hey." Nan Chen dragged his knees and moved forward, "Why do you like to wear boxers?"

Sikong Yan's stretched out and overlapping long legs swayed slightly, "To prevent exposure."

"Continue." Nan Chen gestured again.

Sikong Yan secretly vowed to win against her this time. Unfortunately, bad luck and he lost again.

"Following the previous question, where does the light go? Be specific."

Sikong Yan was really convinced and couldn't figure out what was going on in her little head covered with gauze.

But he was an honest gentleman and wanted to answer truthfully. Unconsciously, his cheeks felt a little hot and he said, "Let's go down there..."

Nan Chen shook his head, "It's too general."

Sikong Yan: "In pairs..."

Nan Chen suppressed his laughter, shame and other things no longer mattered, it was so enjoyable. Sikong Yan's raised face, reddish cheeks, and evasive eyes all made her so satisfied.

But Sikong Yan was obviously ready to take revenge, so he raised his hand and said, "Come here."

Then he won, and Nan Chen became anxious.

Sikong Yan: "How old were you for your first kiss?"

Nan Chen thought to himself, this is it, "Twenty-two years old."

Sikong Yan: “With whom?”

Nan Chen: "That's the next question."

After several rounds, Sikong Yan never won. He almost went crazy when asked by Nan Chen. This little girl really dared to say anything and ask any questions. In the end, he finally won a round.

, continued the question of the person he kissed for the first time, and Nan Chen’s answer was, on that snowy night, on the bench next to the bus stop, with him.

All the restlessness in Sikongyan's heart became peaceful at this moment.

He thought, this is probably the taste of beauty.

In another corner of the city, inside the Dingyue Senior Apartment.

The orange light shines on the table, and a person is writing a diary at the desk. The carbon pen makes a rustling sound as it scratches the paper.

In this age of high technology, he still loves this ancient recording method.

A few strands of long hair fell from his shoulders, and Sikong Yun raised his hand to push his hair behind his back.

——January 25, slightly cold and sunny.

I saw Little Sunflower. A woman who looked very similar to Sunflower. Her eyes were big and she was top-heavy. Her thin limbs could be broken with just a little force. I really wanted to hear that click. She was a little cunning. She was mean to me.

I was hostile. I showed her my painting, and she must have been frightened. It was great. The man who came with me was very handsome. He didn’t speak. He was obsessed with "The Blue of Dying". They didn’t look like a couple.

Sikong Yun closed the diary and lit a long, slender black cigarette.

He got up and walked to the easel by the bedroom window, reaching out and stroking the snow-white silk covering the painting paper.

This is his latest and favorite painting, which is still unfinished.

His eyes glanced at the clock on the wall. It was only ten forty-five. He opened WeChat and sent a message to You Chengshi.

Amber River: Come out, o2

A poem with you: It’s so late, are you in a hurry?

Amber River: I met Nan Chen today

Write a poem with you: See you soon

The o2 bar is not far from Sikong Yun’s house and is a quiet bar with a quiet environment.

He didn't drive and walked in the night. He loved the night. Especially the period before dawn at three or four o'clock in the morning, which was the darkest hour of the day. Many people who commit suicide choose this time period.
To be continued...