Chapter 29: Aspirin 09

But he did not touch this crab.
Zhou Yishen’s faint hunch will regret later, but at this moment, the clouds in the heart are full of suffocation. In the season when the crab is fat and yellow, a meal is eaten with little words, and it is almost unhappy. Ye Qiao took the phone back, and the car on the return trip was playing and deleting a text message. His mind didn't know what was filled up. Even the simple greetings were incomplete, and they were sent to Wen Shaoqian when they arrived at the community.
The cockroach still lasts for a long time, the two sit on the same elevator, and the confined space makes all the emotions complete.
Ye Qiao first said: "National Day, do you have arrangements?"
They are open all year round, one year is a holiday, and the legal holidays are meaningless to them.
The intention of her deliberately looking for a topic was clear, but Zhou Xiaoshen did not feel so happy, faintly said: "I will be very busy later."
"National Day is also?"
"Correct."
The distance of the 23rd floor arrived at the high-speed operation of the motor, but it took half a minute to arrive. When the elevator door opened, Ye Qiao turned and wanted to talk again. Zhou Yanshen went straight out and went to 2302. The moment he opened the door, the straight back was caught in the dark and dull door, and she suddenly felt that something was so far away.
Ye Qiao was somewhat lost, even he was surprised.
She took a hot shower and washed the taste of the spicy crab. Crabs peeled off with plastic gloves at dinner, after being wiped with paper towels and washed with hot water, the fingertips still have the taste of crab oil, which smells a seductive but unrelenting fragrance.
Many things are so stubborn and not so fast.
Wen Shaoqian’s reply came in when the hair was dried. Ye Qiao couldn't find anyone to tell, and he treated him as a pure psychiatrist and asked him: "Will you be with people who have been confused?"
Wen Shaoqian quickly said: "What kind of chaos?"
Ye Qiao has never been ill, and he is very honest with doctors: "."
He confirmed: "bootycall?"
Ye Qiao said calmly: "Almost." But not all. She carefully recalled that she and Zhou Weishen's mode of getting along, more deep than the bootycall, more like a couple. However, they should have been just a bootycall.
Wen Shaoqian: "Is this a psychological consultation or an archival investigation?"
Ye Qiao felt it necessary to make it clear in advance: "Psychological counseling. Later is also."
Wen Shaoqian’s reply has only three words:
Understood.
Follow-up questions followed:
So, do you like to go to the guns? Friends?

"You actually use this word, I am very surprised. I thought you have to swear an English word." Ye Qiao's words can be seen through the screen she is laughing. Next, she explained: "Not like this. I just want to know, what do people think about this happening?"
She thought that this question was difficult to answer. I didn't expect Wen Shaoqian to keep talking: "There are many types. But overall, this situation is very normal. The men and women in the world don't know who will meet the next second, maybe it's for you." It’s your pillow. It’s just that in this case, it’s difficult for both parties to establish a mutual trust mechanism for the average couple, which easily leads to suspicions and negative expectations of infidelity to each other. And because of the particularity of the object itself, such suspicion is very May come true."
He spoke a taste of professionalism in a simple urban men and women gossip. Ye Qiaoqi: "Is this your personal understanding?"
Wen Shaoqian jokingly said: "This is a professional psychological consultation."
Ye Qiao pushed to sleep, and said good night.
Tired to the sofa, but not sleepy. Close your eyes in a room without light, and your sense of smell and thought are exceptionally clear. Ye Qiao wrapped in a thin layer of bath towel, smelling the taste of the leather sofa, and suddenly remembered a night in the groggy. If it was not the indulgence of that night, I might not have come to this step. Asking herself, she doesn't hate Zhou Weishen and even has a good impression on him.
But this is not love. At best, it is endorphin, not even dopamine.
She seems more and more difficult to accept a new person, afraid of commitment. The more people who rely on the subconscious, the more they fear that their trust will become a hurting needle. This kind of fear made her unimaginable, what would be the next person who would accept, and how would they meet.
However, at least not a bed partner.
Most of the people who said good night did not sleep. Ye Qiao did not.
She tossed and turned to open the ps4 and picked a game.
The new movie game last month, "Until Dawn", is a major horror.
The plot begins with the death of a pair of twin sisters, and the eight friends return to the hill where the murder took place, entangled with the monster named Wendygo. Each choice of the player will determine the life and death of the eight characters. Ye Qiao has been cleared twice, and the characters died because of the tiny butterfly effect.
She stubbornly wants to play the perfect survival ending, starting from the place where she was previously archived and playing all night.
Fluorescent wears the darkness of the sky and hits Ye Qiao's face. However, a thrilling sound cut through the night, and a face fell on the 108-inch LCD screen. Jessica was once again torn by a monster and died.
She did not hesitate to choose to quit.
shut down.
At four in the morning, Ye Qiao returned to the bedroom and released the knot of the bath towel.
She did not hang on the bed. The bell-bellied crystal chandelier reflects her broken .
On the mobile phone, there is a Weibo of the "Watcher" movie propaganda party, she conveniently logged on to Weibo.
Immediately there was a new fan comment: "Isn't I sleeping so late?"
"The goddess is also a night cat hahaha~"
"Jojo pays attention to rest!"
Ye Qiao Ghost made God almost into the pet owner who had disappeared for a day, and found the green dot in the lower left corner of his head brightly lit. The people in this city are not alone in her sleep. They are less than ten meters apart, but they are already drifting away.
And that person is no longer ten meters away, not even in the city.
Ferra's autumn auction was held in a harbor city. Zhou Hao opened a night train and arrived at the neighboring city. He took the first class to take the ferry and set foot on the land and went straight to the hotel to find Liang Shu.
Liang Shu opened the confirmation meeting for one night. He just slept and saw that he was so active that he would never know this younger brother. He was lazy in front of him for the first time: "I have been going for a week, and you let me sleep for a while."
Zhou Yishen looked at her tiredness. The face of Liang Yan was just a "old-aged" woman. The maintenance process was cumbersome and fine. The long lines of work and eyes and the fine lines of the eyes still revealed her age and fragility. Zhou Weishen helped her to smash the bedside lamp, picked up the neatly placed documents on her bedside table, sat in the single sofa in the bedroom and said, "You have to sleep a little longer in these two days."
Liang Shu closed his eyes and smiled: "How can I do more sleep? Who will do it? Send you there?"
"I can not?"
"Can... but send you something?"
Zhou Yishen opened the documents and swept the pieces that had been marked by Liang Shu, saying: "This month, I will send you."
Liang Shuo squatted and sat up from the bed, his eyebrows gathered: "What is the stimulus?"
Zhou Yan deep eyelids did not lift, and turned over a page, said: "No."
Liang Xiaoxiao: "You don't have to lie to me. We are so a mother, can you understand that I can't? Come, tell my sister, is it because of a woman?"
Zhou Wei looked up in a deep and gloomy mood: "You monitor me so closely, know that I have a woman?"
"..." Liang Shu is dumb. According to her investigation, although there are many Yan Yanyan around him, but he can get into his eyes quite a few times. After having the female student of C, there is no real girlfriend. However, there are few who can get into his eyes, but there is always something that can go to his bed? Her eyes turned slowly, thinking, and I really thought of one: "Why, you and Xu Wei, his daughter, blew?"
There are two people in this sentence who he does not want to mention, and they look at the front.
Liang Shu knows the guess and smiles cheerfully: "I didn't want you to touch you when you didn't listen. You are a good chase for his daughter? I heard that in order to avoid the heart, she was young and his father turned his face and pulled the pipe. Later I don't know. Because of what, the operation went smoothly, but she hasn’t said a word to her dad for ten years. The woman who can’t even have her life can’t know how much.

She still wants to talk about it, but when she meets Zhou Hao’s deep-cut eyes, she swears:
You don’t want to look at me with any kind of eyes. I know that this is going to blame our family in the end. But deeper, it’s also Xu Wei. I am willing, if not the heart he wants to marry, will she be sentenced to death if she is a fake? Ye Qiao her mother died so fast, because she gave up treatment and wanted to give her heart to her daughter. Xu Wei himself hurts her daughter. She is unwilling to wait until the extreme situation to let her daughter transplant a heart that may have malignant tumor cells. I would rather make a false certificate. Our family just pushes the boat..."
Zhou Yanshen suddenly waved his hand, and the white paper slammed into the ground.
Liang Shuo was scared by him, finally stopped and reacted – what did she just say? I haven't had a deep sleep for too long, and I have a dream in the morning. His fierce appearance is like a violent beast. She does not know how to soften her quilt. The knuckles are white: "...sorry."
Zhou Yan deepened and bent over and folded the sheets of paper one by one. The sound of paper rubbing in the dead is even more frightening, but he just puts the stack of materials on the table and says, "There is nothing to apologize for. This is originally with you, it has nothing to do with Zhou. I blame me.

His silent back to the door of the bedroom, Liang Shuo's chest violently ups and downs, heartbeat like a drum, do not know where the courage, shouted him: "But we are all for you!"
That back shadow stopped. She made a sigh of relief: "I didn't catch up. You are interested in her, because of what? Compensation, or do you feel the same illness? You are dead, she is willing to die, it does not matter to you. Whether you or Ye Qiao, Just be grateful for the kindness of your father's generation. Otherwise, what do you want to do, pay for your life? My dad and I want you to find a girl who has nothing to do with the past..."
"Enough." Zhou Hao deep unscrewed the door lock, and the thin door slammed behind him.
The voice was as heavy as a thousand, and it was able to keep Liang Shu, but could not remember the memory. He was very clear in his heart, how many lives were on him.