Chapter 200
There is a shortage of manpower recently. One of the boys is on a business trip, and the two printing workers have also taken leave. They go there to work during the day, and he and Xiao Ruan take turns on duty at night.
He would write until dawn when he came home at night. She also took the initiative to help him share some of the work, not only writing a few more articles, reading readers' submissions, but also taking charge of the illustrations for the pictorial.
The girls had to help out during the day, and today they were particularly tired. Before nine o'clock, everyone else in the house had gone to bed, and she was the only one sitting next to him drawing illustrations. He was bent over his desk, writing, and the living room was very quiet. They rarely spoke to disturb each other.
But regularly, after about an hour, we chat and relax.
We all raised the stray cats in the yard, one of which was a cute calico cat.
Now the kitten curled up on his slipper, and then wrapped its tail around his ankle.
She lamented that it was no wonder the cat at home was always so attached to him, it turned out that he had been a cat-lover since he was young.
She showed him the picture she had drawn. It was a bunch of bell flowers on a rainy night. The flowers were large and full. There was a leaf under each flower, and a butterfly was sleeping on the leaf. The bell flowers just happened to shelter the butterfly from the rain.
"Isn't that too childish?"
"No, it's very good. I think only boys like to see what I draw. Illustrations like yours are very attractive to girls."
"No, your illustrations are very cute, especially the rabbit covering its eyes with its ears."
"Really~"
At this moment the clock struck ten. He suddenly shuddered.
"What's wrong?"
He smiled and said, "It's okay. It's strange that I was actually startled."
After midnight, she saw that the light was still on in Lao You's room and said, "Can't Lao You help me?"
He smiled and said, "It's better not to help Lao You. His favors are a headache."
Because she always called him that, he also started to be called "Lao You" by her. Later, other people also learned to do the same, but of course they couldn't call him that in front of him.
"Isn't he one of them? Everyone is working hard, so why can't he do the same? Why is the light still on in his room?"
He laughed softly in her ear and said, "Go and listen, he must be crying secretly."
She tiptoed over and put her ear to the door, and sure enough, she heard crying from inside.
A grown man, addicted to childish romance novels, cried under his covers in the middle of the night.
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"Go back to sleep. Staying up late is bad for your health."
"I haven't been sleeping since two o'clock recently. You can go back to sleep. I can finish these tasks by myself. I have to go there tomorrow."
But none of them went back to sleep, and they continued to do their work quietly.
She was really sleepy at this point, and drawing was much more energy-consuming than writing. She turned to look at him, and in the dim light he was still writing intently.
She thought about how he really hadn't had time to sleep in his life, ever since he was young. Because of the lack of sleep, those affectionate peach blossom eyes had a bit more of a hazy charm, and these eyes, coupled with the haggard and broken feeling, were really hard to resist.
Especially since he is now twenty years younger than before, his sense of brokenness has multiplied exponentially.
When people are too sleepy and tired, they sometimes feel like they are drunk, and a little dizzy and confused.
In the past, seeing him like this, she would always nestle into his arms like a kitten, resting her head on his shoulder. At this moment, his past self also appeared before her eyes. The two images of him, one real and one imaginary, overlapped, and she couldn't even distinguish between dream and reality. Like countless times before, she nestled into his arms, a soft ball.
He trembled with fear and hurriedly helped her away, saying, "You are too tired, go back to sleep."
She finally came to her senses and felt her face instantly getting hot. She must be blushing terribly now, so embarrassing.
"Go back to sleep."
She hurriedly packed her things and went into the house.
I thought to myself, "Why was he so serious when he was young? He can't even lean on me."
I lay down on the bed and covered my head with the quilt. I was so excited that I couldn't fall asleep. The scenes of the past unfolded before my eyes involuntarily.
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