Chapter 134

Wen Chen is close to Mo Yi. Her light colored eyes are shining like champagne under the light. Her eyelashes are drooping and staring at Mo Yi attentively.

The air is filled with the sweet smell of porridge, and the rich rice fragrance is rolling with the warm steam.

The light above the head is bright and gentle, blocking the strong and boundless night outside the window.

The weariness of sleepless work is like the tide, which sweeps every sense organ in the body, and makes the conscious reason in the brain fall apart.

Mo Yi looked back at Wen Chen, and a little trance flashed in his eyes --

that strange sense of familiarity seems to be back again.

Different from the faint and faint of the last time, this time it comes gently and gently, as if the gentle level quietly overflows the chest, and the warm touch spreads along the four limbs and hundreds of skeletons

Hazy as if it was a midsummer night's dream.

Perhaps it is too long working hours that slow his brain, or his weak body makes his will weak as well.

Mo Yi reached around Wen Chen's neck, gently pressed on his back neck, and exerted his finger force -

he touched Wen Chen's lips gently, and his soft feather like touch left him as if he had never existed before.

Wen Chen's eyes can't be trusted to slightly stare big, just now calm as if molesting his appearance, as if he had been eaten into the stomach.

Mo Yi let go of his hand, stepped back a step and said as if nothing had happened:

"thank you."

Having said that, he stretched out his aching and stiff limbs, then went to the table, pulled out his chair and sat down.

He looks as usual to look up to Wen Chen, smile to open a mouth to say: "I am hungry."

Smell Chen seems to just react to come over, ear root place spreads shallow ruddy, his shallow clear cough a, press hard oneself cannot control the lip angle that hook up.

He walked quickly into the kitchen, lowered his head, picked up the long handled spoon beside the pot and stirred it absently for two times. However, he kept peeping at Mo Yi sitting at the table with the rest of his eyes.

Mo Yi if have sense ground to look up to his direction, Wen Chen in the heart a startle, immediately took back own vision.

He looked at the porridge turned over in the pan, coughed twice, then reached out to turn off the fire:

"OK."

After that, Wen Chen filled the bowl with a spoon from a porcelain bowl in the cupboard. The strong fragrance of rice rose with the snow-white steam, and the whole room was filled with the sweet smell of porridge.

He came over, pushed the bowl in front of Mo Yi, put the delicate porcelain spoon on the edge of the bowl, and said in a deep voice:

"be careful of scalding."

Mo Yi drew the bowl closer and suddenly made a move. His eyes fell on the fresh flowers on the porcelain glaze of the white bowl. He hesitated and asked:

" New one? "

According to his impression, he has never cooked since he moved to this apartment. All the kitchen utensils are free gifts from the purchase of a house. It is even more impossible for him to go out and buy bowls and the like

Wen Chen opened the chair opposite him and sat down. He gazed at him through the curling white water mist and gave a gentle "um" sound.

Mo Yi scooped up a spoonful of porridge to his lips, blew it gently, and then sent it into the mouth.

It's delicious.

In fact On second thought, none of the things he ate these days was not to his taste.

He raised his head and looked at Wen Chen, who was sitting opposite the table. The water vapor in the kitchen softened the deep profile of the other party's face, and his high brow bones pressed down heavily. When he did not smile, he always had a faint and dangerous anger.

Mo Yi can't imagine the other party going to the supermarket to pick up small porcelain bowls with broken flowers.

But everything seemed to be so natural that he could not question it - as if this was what it should be.

He suddenly asked, "by the way, have you recovered from your overdraft?"

Wen Chen nods.

Mo Yi stirred the thick porridge in the bowl thoughtfully and continued to ask:

"when can you agglomerate into an adult shape?"

Wen Chen thought for a while and replied, "it was about three days ago."

Mo Yi scooped up a spoonful of porridge and sent it to the mouth. The rich flavor of grain spread in his mouth. The glutinous rice grains and full red beans stewed well.

He lowered his eyes and chewed in silence.

When he works with fascination and makes him almost unrecognizable - unable to hear any sound other than the machine, or see any image other than the screen, the whole person falls into a state of near madness and confusion, as if entering another world.

People who don't know him well will not know his habit.

Mo Yi can't help but recall that when he was in the copy, he asked Wen Chen's words - "so we met before?"

At that time Wen Chen's evasion and did not answer, let him affirm his conjecture.But what happens after that - whether it's the familiarity that comes from time to time, or the other person's understanding of themselves.

All prove that They may not only have seen each other, but even have close contacts, so that they can know each other's private habits.

However, Mo Yi reviewed his life in the past 20 years and was very sure that he had never seen Wen Chen.

So, here comes the new question If he had known Wen Chen before, where did their memory go?

According to the principle, he can actually ask Wen Chen directly. According to the attitude he showed before, it is very likely that even if he will be punished, Wen Chen will try his best to give him an answer -

the spoon touches the bottom, making a crisp sound on the bottom of the porcelain bowl.

Mo Yi breathed a long sigh of relief and finally gave up his idea.

first, according to the situation that he couldn't even remember his name before, Wen Chen probably didn't know it. Second, even if he knew, he had to pay a very high price to tell the answer. According to Mo Yi's understanding of the game, this question is very likely It has touched the core of it, and Wen Chen had been hurt because of the resistance game before. The punishment brought by this revolt is very likely that even he can't bear it.

And according to the present situation, Wen Chen is more or less his teammate. It is not only unwise, but also unworthy to cause him a wound that is extremely difficult to heal for a temporary unimportant problem.

Mo Yi takes the finished bowl to the kitchen and puts it in the dishwasher.

The warm feeling of satiety spreads from the stomach to the whole body, the soft light illuminates the room in the night, and the tired feeling slowly crawls out from the depth of the body, eroding his senses a little bit.

Wen Chen also stood up at the moment, looked at Mo Yi standing in the kitchen, warm voice way: "go to sleep for a while, you need to rest."

After waking up for a few days, he would fall into the habit of falling asleep after a few days.

Mo Yi yawned, his eyes blinked slowly, and nodded a little tired.

He took a bath as fast as he could, brushed his teeth, and then returned to his room and threw his body on the bed. The warm and soft bed and quilt hugged him.

Wen Chen stood at the door of the room and said softly, "good night."

Mo Yi replied, "good night."

The door of the room was slowly closed, and the warm yellow light narrowed and narrowed down along the crack of the door into a thin gap. Only a slight click sounded in the distance. The light completely disappeared, and the whole room was covered by deep and rich darkness.

Mo Yi suddenly lost sleep.

He opened his eyes and gazed quietly at the dark ceiling, the dim outline of the ceiling lamp lying quietly in his sight.

Ear is hazy whisper, it seems that the breeze outside the window is moving slowly.

He seemed to feel something and said:

" Wen Chen. "

As soon as his voice fell, the mist gathered slowly in the room, forming a human figure in front of his bed and standing quietly in the dark.

Mo Yi closed his eyes helplessly: "do you usually stay here like this?"

Wen Chen did not answer, but Mo Yi already knew his answer. He held up his upper body with his arm and continued to ask:

"every day?"

Wen Chen still did not answer, but Mo Yi saw his head leaning to one side in the dark, as if embarrassed to look at him.

Mo Yi sighed: "don't you sleep?"

Wen Chen's voice came from the darkness. It was low, and it sounded a little stuffy I don't need to sleep. "

Mo Yi turns over to come down from the bed, pull open the door of the room to go out, signal Wen Chen to follow.

Wen Chen quietly followed up. Mobile phone as like as two peas, as like as two peas,

Moyi opened the other door beside his room, and the pattern inside was exactly the same as his own room. Mo Yi walked to the bedside cupboard of the room, opened the drawer, and handed out a phone that was exactly the same as his own. He said it to Wen Chen, "

," the last copy has just arrived, and then you are sleeping, and I'll put it here. "

He raised his chin and said, "open it up."

Wen Chen will light up the screen, found on the main screen there is a prominent retro icon - greedy snake.

Mo Yi continued:

"you can explore other functions by yourself, and I've connected WiFi for you."

Wen Chen presses to extinguish the screen, looks at the reflection of his face on the screen, raises his head to show a shallow smile: "thank you very much."

Mo Yi walked to the door and said:

"in the future, this is your room. Although it may not be too large, it is at least an independent space."

He accentuated his tone in the words of independence. When he came to the door of the room, he turned his head and gave Wen Chen a smile:

"welcome to stay, roommate."Mo Yi helps Wen Chen close the door, and then returns to his own room, yawns and lies on the bed.

After a while, Mo Yi suddenly opened his eyes, narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the darkness:

"Wen Chen?"

The room was empty and there was no change.

Mo Yi sat up straight, pulled out the lamp, rubbed his temple with some headache, and said:

"come out, I know you are."

As soon as his voice fell, he saw the mist on the edge of his bed slowly gathering into a human figure.

Wen Chen looked at Mo Yi in bewilderment and asked in disbelief:

"how do you know I am? Before... "

Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slowly: "before? Well? "

Wen Chen knows that he has made a slip of the tongue and stops his voice in an instant. He turns his head and looks away from Mo Yi's eyes with a faint blush at the root of his ears.

Looking at standing on the edge of his bed with his head drooping and his head drooping like a child who has done something wrong, Mo Yi sighs and is somewhat soft hearted.

He moved into the bed:

"come on."

Looking at Wen Chen's suddenly lit eyes, Mo Yi has a little regret:

"just one night."

Wen Chen's eyes are still bright as if the searchlight, the light colored eyeball one wrong good stare at him.

Mo Yi added coldly:

"- and don't move." 161

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