Chapter 77: Cold and Hot
There was only a small lamp emitting soft light in the bedroom, which covered the entire room like a thin gauze curtain, making it warm and quiet.
On the bed, Zhou Tingyun hugged the girl who was sleeping on him and told her a bedtime story.
The sweet-faced girl had her eyes closed, and her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under the light.
She seemed to be listening attentively, but in fact she was still thinking about what she had just seen.
According to Zhou Tingyun's explanation, he was afraid that she would be angry if she saw him working while on vacation.
But she still felt uneasy.
The next second, the familiar song "Walden" rang in my ears.
Gradually, the words he recited began to be inexplicably mixed together, and the low voice gradually faded away.
Before she lost consciousness, she was still thinking that she must remove Walden from her bedtime story list next time.
It was pitch black, with a few remaining stars hanging in the sky.
In the middle of the night, Ming Zhao was awakened from his sleep by a feeling of thirst, his consciousness still in a hazy state of half asleep and half awake.
In a daze, she raised her foot habitually, wanting to kick Zhou Tingyun beside her, asking him to pour her a glass of water.
But he kicked nothing.
"Where are the people?" Ming Zhao muttered, his voice lazily, a voice that sounded like someone who had just woken up, and a hint of doubt.
She squinted her eyes and slowly sat up, letting her eyes adjust to the darkness for a while.
He quickly glanced at the cup on the bedside table, reached out to pick it up, opened the lid, and took a sip.
The warm water flowed down her throat, instantly moistening her dry throat and making her feel comfortable.
Just about to call for help.
The document that was taken away suddenly appeared in my mind.
The sleepiness dissipated a little.
Mingzhao put on his slippers and walked out lightly.
The moonlight is like water, gently pouring into the corridor.
It was as if a silver road was paved for her, guiding her to the living room.
As the distance got closer, the man's familiar voice became clearer and clearer in his ears.
In the living room, he had his back to her.
Ming Zhao saw him holding a cell phone and talking to someone.
——
The next day.
On the steps of the reef road, there are beautiful shells of various shapes and colors, as well as a few pink crystals that have been polished smooth by time.
Mingzhao has been thinking about the wind chimes under the eaves of the old house that tinkle when the wind blows for a long time.
Everything was beautiful until a seagull with no sense of boundaries flew by and snatched the ice cream from her hand.
“…”
Ming Zhao watched its departing figure speechlessly. It finally landed above the signal tower, wagging its tail proudly.
The open space was very quiet. The sun reflected dazzling light on the ground, and the heat from the ground rose slightly.
She suddenly realized that the maintenance personnel seemed to have not been here for a long time.
"Zhao Zhao."
Ming Zhao, immersed in her thoughts, turned around and saw Zhou Tingyun approaching her.
He bent down and helped her carefully pick up the shells into the bag and lift it up.
Another clean hand reached out to her.
"Let's go," he said, "and go home to eat."
Mingzhao took his hand and went home with him like every time before.
Trust him and rely on him.
Test him.
"Have you seen my phone?"
On the dining table, the clams and winter melon soup was steaming, and the cuttlefish cakes were piled on a golden white porcelain plate.
She had forgotten when it started, from checking her phone countless times a day, to once every two days, and then to once every three days.
It's been a long time since I last touched it.
Zhou Tingyun asked calmly with a steady look on his face.
"It's been less than a month, and you already feel like being with me is boring?"
"No way," Ming Zhao denied immediately, his voice clear, "I just wanted to check the signal."
Her eyes were blinking, and she looked so innocent that it was impossible to refuse her.
The man handed her the phone.
Ming Zhao took it and looked at the upper right corner.
The space signal, the bright red cross is very conspicuous.
So how did he make the call?
Pursing her lips slightly, she tugged at his clothes, "I...I still have a game on my phone that I haven't finished yet."
Zhou Tingyun's expression didn't change. He helped her up, walked up to the room on the second floor, and opened the drawer.
"Why is it placed here?" Ming Zhao asked curiously.
"You're so forgetful. You just threw your phone aside and left it there. I'll put it away for you so you can find it later."
A very legitimate reason.
My eyes drifted to the upper right, signaling a space and the familiar cross.
Was I too sleepy yesterday and couldn’t tell the difference between dreams and reality?
Zhou Tingyun looked at her: "Can we eat properly now?"
“…” Ming Zhao immediately put his head on his shoulder obediently.
The fresh and fragrant soup slides into the throat, and the cuttlefish cakes are soft, chewy and chewy.
After dinner, Ming Zhao moved his gaze to the kitchen, rolled his eyes, shook his arm, and pestered him to make a watermelon smoothie for him.
Her period had not yet arrived, so Zhou Tingyun thought for a moment and agreed to let her eat a little.
"I knew you were the best." She spoke in a crisp voice and kissed the side of his face skillfully.
After chatting with him for a while, she slipped out and went upstairs.
Open the doors of each room and carefully look for hidden sockets.
Five minutes, ten minutes.
Ming Zhao found nothing and returned to the kitchen on time.
There was a small bowl on the table. Zhou Tingyun knew that she wanted to eat a few pieces in advance, so he cut them and put them in the bowl and put a toothpick on it.
The shaved ice machine had already started working. Ming Zhao took a bite of the sweet watermelon juice and thought about the signal jammer used in every monthly exam in high school.
It was an iron wall.
The smoothies were laid out and piled into small hills.
After taking a bite, my throat felt cool.
Ming Zhao was breathing heavily, when he suddenly heard laughter and looked up at him.
The dissatisfaction in the condemning eyes was clearly visible.
With the smile still in his eyes, Zhou Tingyun gently pinched her chin and lowered his head slightly.
He kissed her lips carefully, gradually adding his warmth to her lips.
When you open your lips and teeth, the cold and the heat intertwine together.
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