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Chapter 28 Story

Stories

After sending the message, Qi Ye took a quick shower and changed into clean clothes.

The nights used to be long, but now I only know a moment.Qi Ye put on his cufflinks, uninterested, followed the chat interface, and clicked into Chi Xiansheng's photo album.

I swipe down with my finger, and I didn't expect to go to the end of the page, there are three items in total.Last year plus the year before, we have to count the photos of the mop.

Look from the back to the front.

The second photo, with words, [Chopin Ballad No. [-]].

The background is empty, gray, and lonely.A beam of light was falling, and the stars were dotted. Chi Xiansheng, who looked like a teenager, sat on the piano bench, with his head slightly lowered, his brows were cold, his fingers were clean, pale and skinny.

His fingertips gently pressed the black and white keys, calm and elegant.The arms are in line with the palms, the back is long and straight, and the profile is straight.

Wearing a gray-blue shirt, chiffon material, light and soft texture.

The neckline is tied in the shape of a bow and hangs together with the satin ribbon, with rich layers and a full sense of court. Every move, the shimmer of velvet texture is faintly visible.

The design of dropped shoulders and lantern sleeves on both sides, when he raised his hand, the sleeves were fluffy and hung down, the cuffs were tightened, and the fine pleats overlapped, making it lingering and lingering.

Qi Ye glanced around.

I have been used to seeing men and women with beautiful appearance and outstanding temperament since I was a child. Today, I am tired of aesthetics.No matter how overwhelmed the country is, people who pass by in front of them are still unable to arouse the slightest interest.

Besides, the photos weren't very good-looking, so he stared at them for a few minutes.

Raising his hand, he clicked on the big picture, closed the photo album, and Qi Ye returned to the chat page. There was no reply for nearly 10 minutes.

The top shows that the other party is typing...

After waiting for a while, but no new message was sent, he went back to the photo album, clicked on the original picture, saved it to the phone, and then switched back to the chat interface, the action was done in one go.

Qi Ye refreshed several times, the status was correct, the other party was typing all the time... He sent a question mark.

At the same time, the other party's message popped up.

[Chi Xiansheng: I'm starting to talk. 】

"Brother, wait a minute." Suddenly Qi Ye sat up straight, turned on the voice changer, and sent a sentence with a serious tone, "You can't type, you must speak."

This time, the response was quick.

[Chi Xiansheng: My dog ​​is sleeping, it's inconvenient. 】

Fuck you son of a bitch! ! !Just know sleep sleep sleep sleep! ! !

Dad didn't sleep yet, it's really going to get in the way... Very good, old debts have been settled and new debts have been added, Qi Ye ground his teeth and calmed down, "It's okay to keep your voice down, speak softly, and use an airy voice."

With a "click", the flame went out, he lit a cigarette, took a few puffs between his fingers, and added: "In the previous game, listening to the voice of my little brother felt very comfortable. This time, I will be stimulated to an intracranial orgasm by you."

The chat page freezes completely.

After 2 minutes passed, even [the other party is typing...] was not displayed, Qi Ye understood, raised the corner of his lips, and dropped the phone.

A pot of emerald wood was placed in the corner, and it existed after the house was renovated. Before that, he had been using it as a decoration, including the fish tank standing next to the sofa.

Opening the utility cabinet, Qi Ye took out the watering can, poured water slowly, put the can back to its original place, searched for a long time, found a can of fish food, and sprinkled two handfuls on Hongwei.

He stood in front of the fish tank, watching them snatch food, sink and float, shuttle and swim, their scales gleaming.

Then, the dirty clothes are thrown into the trash can, the medicine box is stuffed into the locker, and the fudge is chewed up one by one.

The wall is not pure white during the day, nor is it pure black after night falls, but between the two, it is dyed with thick or light ambiguous shadows.

It's been a while, and it's going to be until dawn, which isn't over.A page of windows, the misty rain, seems to be able to wash away everything, Qi Ye glanced around, there was nothing to do.

If you can sleep at night, you will not suffer from insomnia, and it will be dawn in the blink of an eye.He can get up and wash, go for his daily morning jog, and go for breakfast when he's hungry.

But it's stuck tonight, no, from last night, maybe tomorrow night.

The cigarette case was empty, Qi Ye sat on the corner of the sofa, his eyes were far away.In the past, he led a group of little kids to climb over the wall, climb trees, beat dogs and catch birds. In the future, he would eat, work, sleep and grow old day after day. He quietly smoked his last cigarette and calculated the distance between the floors in his mind.

Suddenly, a message notification sounded from the phone, interrupting his thoughts. Qi Ye wiped the body of the cigarette obliquely with his index finger, flicked the ash lightly, and ignored it.

Immediately afterwards, there was a second sound.

He turned over the fuselage, and the 7-second voice came from Chi Xiansheng.Click on the content, and it's fleeting.

[The other party retracted a message]

[The other party retracted a message]

Qi Ye raised an eyebrow, and really sent a voice message. He didn't know what the content was, and his heart was itchy. Unfortunately, he couldn't call to ask, and maybe his mobile phone number had been blocked long ago... You can change the card number two.

But forget it, with such a good temper, he was afraid that he couldn't help but stop being a human being, get worse, and become addicted to bullying.

"Just kidding, don't take it seriously, it's late—" Qi Ye's second half of the sentence stuck in his throat, before he could send it out, he received a reply from the other party, which was the voice he requested.

After staring at it for half a cup of tea, Chi Xiansheng didn't withdraw. After 2 minutes, Qi Ye sighed and opened the voice message helplessly.

It's no wonder that he sent himself to the door, so there's no reason not to eat.

The author has something to say: Little Theater

Little known, Mr. has a little habit of flicking the leaves of plants.It may be the sequelae left by the tree in the courtyard that has not been touched so far.

Although in his opinion, compared to Qi Ye picking leaves to make tea, it's not worth mentioning at all.But the bad thing is that the husband still doesn't know about the good deeds Qi Ye has done while the tree is still alive.And the leaves that popped were Qi Ye's potted plants, and they just happened to be caught.

Qi Ye: (On the surface - calm and breezy, but on the inside - what a great opportunity, how can we just let it go?)

Mr.: I will pay you the same amount.

Qi Ye didn't say a word, and his eyes signaled—————————————— It's time to turn on the light

It's late, tomorrow will be the second half of the chapter, two small theaters!

Recently, fried chicken likes a small theater~

-Thanks to the little angels who voted for me to overlord or irrigate nutrient solution~

Thanks to the little angel who voted [Mine]: 1 Begonia does not bloom;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!