Chapter 134:

Chapter 134
Wen Yan approached Mo Yi, and the light-colored eyes glowed champagne-like under the lights, and his eyelashes drooped, staring at Mo Yi intently.
The sweet smell of porridge was permeated in the air, and the thick rice rumbling tumblingly, with the warm water vapor coming on his face.
The light above my head is bright and gentle, blocking the rich and vast night out of the window.
The tiredness of endless work is flowing like a tide, turbulently sweeping through all the senses in the body, shocking the conscious mind in the brain.
Mo Yi looked back at Wen Yan, and there was a little flash in his eyes--
That strange familiarity seems to be making a comeback again.
Unlike the last time, it was faint and faint, this time it came gentle and gentle, as if the gentle level spread across the chest quietly, the warm touch spread along the limbs ...
Hazy as if a midsummer night's dream.
Maybe it was too long working hours that made his brain slow down, or maybe his weak body made him weak as well.
Mo Yi stretched his hands around Wen Yan's neck, gently pressed on his back neck, his fingers exerted force--
He gently touched Wen Yan's lips, and the soft, feathery touch left, as if it had never existed before.
Wen Yan's eyes widened incredibly slightly, just now he calmly teased him as if he had been eaten into his stomach by himself.
Mo Yi let go and took a step back, saying casually:
"Thanks."
After speaking, he stretched his sore and rigid limbs, then walked to the dining table, opened the chair and sat down.
He looked up to Wen Yan as usual, and chuckled, "I'm hungry."
Wen Yan seemed to be reacting. The light redness was spreading at the base of his ears. He coughed lightly and pressed himself hard to control the corners of the raised lips.
He walked quickly into the kitchen, lowered his head and picked up the long-handled spoon next to the pot, and stirred absently two times, but the corner of his eyes kept peeping at Mo Yi sitting at the table with his light.
Mo Yi looked up towards him in a conscious manner, and Wen Yan was shocked, and immediately retracted his gaze.
He stared concealedly at the turning porridge in the pot, coughed slightly, and then reached out to turn off the fire:
"All right."
After talking about it, Wen Yan filled a bowl of porridge with a spoon from a porcelain bowl in the cupboard. The rich rice aroma rose with the white water vapor, and the whole room was filled with the sweet smell of porridge.
He came over, pushed the bowl in front of Mo Yi, and laid the delicate porcelain white spoon on the edge of the bowl. Shen Sheng said:
"Be careful."
Mo Yi pulled the bowl closer, and made a sudden move, his eyes fell on the fresh flowers on the white bowl porcelain glaze, and hesitantly asked:
"……newly bought?"
According to his impression, after he moved to this apartment, he has never cooked a kitchen. All kitchen utensils are provided as a gift. It is even more impossible for him to go out and buy a bowl or something ...
Wen Yan pulled the chair across from him and sat down, staring at him through the white water mist, gently "um".
Mo Yi picked up a spoonful of porridge and brought it to the lips, gently blown it, and then sent it to the mouth.
delicious.
Actually ... think about it carefully, none of the things he has eaten these days are not suitable for him.
He looked up at Wen Yan, who was sitting across the table. The diffused water vapor in the kitchen softened the other person's deep outline, and his high brow bone was depressed deeply. He always carried a dangerous breath when he did not smile.
Mo Yi can't imagine the other party to go to the supermarket to pick a small floral bowl.
But everything seemed logical enough to prevent him from questioning—as if that was what it should be.
He suddenly asked, "By the way, have you recovered from overdrafts before?"
Wen Yan nodded.
Mo Yi looked up at the thick porridge in the bowl thoughtfully and continued to ask:
"When can you gather human form?"
Wen Yan thought about it, and replied, "It was about three days ago."
Mo Yi scooped a spoonful of porridge and delivered it to the mouth. The rich flavor of the grain spread in the mouth instantly, and the glutinous rice grains and the plump red beans were overcooked.
He lowered his eyes and chewed in silence.
When he worked obsessively, he was almost blind to his six relatives—he could not hear any sounds other than the machine, he could not see any images other than the screen, and the whole man fell into a state of almost obsession, as if entering another world same.
People who don't know him well will not know his habit.
Mo Yi couldn't help but recall the words in the copy when he asked him-"So we have seen it before?"
At that time, Wen Yi's avoidance made him affirm his own conjecture.
But everything that happened after that-whether it was from time to time familiarity, or the other party's understanding of themselves.
Nothing proves that ... they may not only have seen each other, they may even be so close to each other that they can know each other's private habits.
But Mo Yi reviewed his life in the past 20 years and was very sure he had never seen Wen Yan.
So, a new question comes ... If he and Wen Yan really knew each other before, where did their previous memories go?
It stands to reason that he could actually ask Wen Ji directly, and according to his previously shown attitude, it is likely that Wen Ji would desperately give him the answer even if he would be punished—
The spoon touched the bottom and made a crisp sound on the bottom of the porcelain bowl.
Mo Yi breathed a long sigh of relief, and finally gave up his thoughts—
First, according to the situation in which he couldn't even remember his name before, Wen Yan probably did not know the same, and second, even if he knew, it would be very costly to say this answer—according to Mo Yi's understanding of this game now is likely to have touched the core of this problem, and Wen Yan was previously injured because of the resistance to the game. The punishment brought by this resistance is likely to be impossible for him. Bear.
According to the current situation, Wen Ye is more or less his teammate. It is not only unwise to make him a wound that is extremely difficult to heal for a temporarily insignificant problem.
Mo Yi took the finished bowl to the kitchen and put it in the dishwasher.
The warm feeling of fullness spreads from the stomach to the whole body. The soft light illuminates the room in the middle of the night. The tiredness slowly crawls out of the depths of the body, eroding his senses.
Wen Yan also stood up at this moment, looking at Mo Yi who was standing in the kitchen, and said warmly, "Go to sleep for a while, you need to rest."
-He does get used to falling into a drowsiness after working without sleep for several days, and then continuing to work after waking up.
Mo Yi yawned, blinked slowly, and nodded a little tired.
He took a shower at the fastest speed, brushed his teeth, and returned to his room, throwing his body onto the bed, warm soft beds and quilts embracing him.
Wen Yan stood at the door of the room and said softly, "Good night."
Mo Yi answered, "Good night."
The door of the room was slowly closed, and the warm yellow light narrowed and narrowed along the gap of the door, narrowing into a thin gap. Only a slight click sounded not far away, and the light completely disappeared. The whole room was shrouded in deep, deep darkness.
Mo Yi suddenly lost sleep.
He opened his eyes and stared silently at the ceiling in the dark, the vague outline of the ceiling lamp quietly gazing in his sight.
There were hazy flicks in the ears, as if the breeze outside the window was moving slowly.
He seemed to feel something, and said:
"... Smell it."
As soon as his voice fell, the mist slowly gathered in the room, condensed into a human figure in front of his bed, and stood quietly in the dark.
Mo Yi closed her eyes somewhat helplessly: "Do you usually stay here like this?"
Wen Yi didn't answer, but Mo Yi already knew his answer. He propped his upper body with his arm and continued to ask:
"Every day?"
Wen Yi still didn't answer, but Mo Yi saw his head tilted aside in the dark, and seemed embarrassed to look at him.
Mo Yi sighed, "Don't you sleep?"
Wen Yan's voice came from the darkness, low, and it sounded a little stuffy: "... I don't need to sleep."
Mo Yi rolled over from the bed, opened the door of the room, and walked out, signaling Wen Yan to follow.
Wen Yan followed quietly.
Mo Yi opened another door next to his room, the layout of which was exactly the same as his own room. Mo Yi went to the bedside table in the room, opened the drawer, took out a mobile phone exactly like his own, and handed it to Wen Yan,
"It came just after the last copy, when you were asleep, I'll put it here."
He raised his chin and said, "Open it."
Wen Yan lit the screen and found that there was a conspicuous retro icon on the home screen-Snake Snake.
Mo Yi continued:
"You can explore other functions by yourself, and I have already connected you with WiFi."
Wen Yan pressed the screen, looked at the reflection of his face on the screen, raised his head to reveal a light smile: "Thank you."
Mo Yi walked out the door and said,
"Here is your room here. Although it may not be too big, it is at least a separate space."
He accentuated the word "independent" and turned to the door of the room with a smile when he walked to the door of the room:
"Welcome, roommate."
Mo Yi helped Wen Yan close the door, then returned to his room, yawned, and lay on the bed.
He reached out and fumbled to turn off the lamp, then closed his eyes, and drowsiness gradually came--
After a while, Mo Yi suddenly opened his eyes, narrowed his eyes slightly, and stared at the darkness:
"Smell it?"
The room was empty and unchanged.
Mo Yi sat upright, turned on the lamp, rubbed his temples with a headache, and said:
"Come out, I know you're here."
As soon as his words fell, he saw the mist gathering slowly around his bed, condensing into a human figure.
Wen Yan stared at Mo Yi in confusion, and asked incredulously:
"How did you know I was here? Before ..."
Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slowly: "Before? Uh?"
Wen Yan knew that she was silent and instantly closed her voice. She guilty avoided Mo Yi's gaze and turned to look elsewhere, and there was a light flush at the base of her ears.
Mo Yi sighed and looked soft as he looked down at his bed and bowed his head, smelling like a child doing something wrong.
He moved into the bed:
"Come up."
Looking at Wen Yan's sudden gaze, Mo Yi regretted:
"Just one night."
Wen Yan's eyes were still bright like a searchlight.
Mo Yi added coldly:
"--And no manual feet."
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Q: What's the difference between Wen Yan and the cat who wants to enter the door when he is closed?
Answer: The door panel cannot stop him.
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