Greedy.

Chapter 24 The Corner

The air conditioner died down, and it was not time to turn on the heating anyway. It seemed that the autumn night suddenly lost its cover, and was exposed to the silence of waning interest.

A little too quiet.You glance out the window, touch and go.

There is no reason to close the window, the energy accumulated in the room is like a handful of sparse smoke, quickly spilling out along the window.These small open openings connect you from a corner of the house to several tall buildings standing silently.

Connect with this city with only a layer of skin left.

For a moment, it seemed like you were the only one panting under the lonely night sky.

You hurriedly pulled on your slippers. "Qiao Qing—"

"Huh?" Qiao responded softly, "I've already warmed up the milk, you won't be able to run today, so stop barking."

Oh yes.You hold on to the door frame to stop.

Qiao Qing found out about your insomnia, and you had cramps recently, so he simply made a rule of having a glass of milk before going to bed.

The service is attentive, but you really don't like milk.In the past few days, your sleep quality has improved—although you have repeatedly stated that it is because of him and not because of the cup of milk, but since these two parameters have not been separated, Qiao Qing is noncommittal.

"Drink well, add some calcium, and save you from cramps all day long." He was like a gentleman, "No matter how bad it is, kissing you still smells like milk."

You took a mouthful of milk on the spot, and gave it to him without dropping a drop.The euphemistic name is to let him taste the milk cow flavor directly without the trouble of Xiao Xiang's milk flavor.

When the whole glass of milk is fed to him, you lick your milk-stained lips and raise your glass to him condescendingly: "It smells so good."

——So it led to a battle of wits about milk every day before going to bed.

...But the tendons really haven't been cramped anymore.

Qiao Qing had already come in with a glass of milk.The amount is very sufficient, and it seems that some "waste" has been prepared.

The sluggishness just now hasn't passed, and you can't afford to entangle these trivial details, so you go straight to the glass.I wanted to drink it all in one gulp, but when I drank half of it, I felt that the cup was warm and comfortable, so I left half of it to iron my hands.

Qiao touched your forehead lightly: "Why are you so talkative today?"

Maybe milk really has a sleep-promoting effect. You don’t really want to communicate now, you just want to throw yourself into sleep with milk.

"It will wilt in a few minutes. Are sunflowers so difficult to feed?" Qiao Qing wanted to take the milk, but you didn't give it. "The instructions clearly say that they are cold-resistant."

"No matter how hard it is, it will freeze in the polar regions," you said hummingly while holding the cup, "You are old and delicate, return it if you don't accept it."

Joe chuckled lightly and kissed your forehead lightly.

"Pride and pride," he said.

In the middle of the night, you tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.

Qiao lightly puts his arms around your waist to keep you from moving.His voice was low, hoarse and sleepy: "What's wrong?"

"It's a little too quiet," you say, "sometimes I can't find your breath."

Then nothing will be heard.As if abandoned.

"Hush—" he said, "Listen, there's wind."

You listened carefully, and said truthfully, "I can't hear you."

"Only a little bit." His speech slowed down, and he lazily rubbed a little towards you, "The old man is hard of hearing. I can't catch a cold for a while, so I have to get closer. You can do it."

The world seems to be held in Qiao Qing's arms, and it shrinks to a very small size. All windows and tall buildings are suddenly very far away.There is only a little warm breath in the ear, which is clear and constant.

After a while, you move slightly, trying not to disturb Joe and turn around gently.You thought he was asleep, but who would have thought that he would suddenly say from the back of your neck, "Let's install a wind chime."

You froze.

what?

Qiao Qing continued: "Set up a cover to separate it when you sleep, and let it make its own noise at ordinary times."

You couldn't see his expression in the dark, but you still turned to face him, your hands and feet were cold.

"In the bedroom?" you asked blankly.

"Well," he smiled slightly, "let it catch the wind for you."

For a moment, you fell into an ice cellar.

It took a long time for you to find your voice.

"Why," you seemed to choke, "why is it a wind chime?"

Even though you knew he couldn't see, you still forced out a dry smile to hide it. "There are many alternatives..."

You can't go on.

Yeah, you think.There are so many alternatives, why is it the wind chime?And why is it just hanging in the bedroom?When time is stagnant, the first thing that makes you tired is the wind chime that always rings on time.

You lie numb.The crisp 'jingle bell' floated from the distant darkness, like a spell of ecstasy.You are like Pavlov's dog, who has been trained to remember the clatter when it is swayed just by picking up the wind chime.

The sound rolled up the old nightmare, and the skirt was lifted lightly, and the posture appeared gracefully.

Still refined, precise and thrilling.

The dazzling light exploded from a line.

You subconsciously close your eyes.The ringtone receded, and the chaotic background sound once again condensed into an orderly message.

Qiao Qing was talking. "Are you uncomfortable? Come on, Zhou Huai, let me have a look."

He gently pressed your forehead: "Look at me, Zhou Huai. No matter what you think of, look at me."

You do what he says.Qiao Qing's eyes were backlit, with a layer of dark worry.

As if you were bewitched, you couldn't help but say, "I don't like wind chimes."

"Then don't hang up." Qiao Qing replied quickly.

"Aren't you curious?" You licked your dry lips, "I reacted so strongly."

"Everyone has something they don't like." Qiao Qing said, "I respect your likes and dislikes, no reason is needed."

"But, out of concern, if you'd like to tell me," he paused, "yes, I'd like to know."

You lift the corners of your lips. "It's a conditioned reflex."

"Before—there was a period of time, which was quite long—I heard the wind chime, and almost knew that I was hopeless again. It was similar to the mood of a prisoner who had no hope of escaping. Maybe it will be like this over time, and I can't hear the wind chime."

"The previous ones were also hung in the sleeping place?"

"Well," you said, "you can hear it when you wake up."

You couldn't help but want to say harshly, "No ghost is on time", but the sarcasm rolled down your throat a few times, and you swallowed it in the end.

Qiao glanced at you lightly, and took the topic away in a considerate manner; "It's very rare to put wind chimes in the bedroom."

"how about you?"

How did you come up with it?

"It was my idea when I was a child. I just said it casually when I thought about it. When I was a child, I thought it was jingle bang, and it sounded good." Qiao smiled lightly, "I want to put something closer to me when I like it. Now that I think about it, it is true. It's kind of childish."

Seeing that you didn't speak, he said again: "But when you grow up, you don't make much progress. No, I still kidnapped you."

You are dumb, but Qiao Qing didn't want to wait for your response.He held your hand upright, frowned and said, "It's ice."

"It will be warm in a while." You raised your hand and gently pushed away his raised eyebrows, "Really."

Qiao Qing just lowered his head to cover your hand, quickly swept out a silent shadow, and cut off his eyes inside.

"Don't frown, just smile at me, okay?" You said, "When you smile, my heart beats like a drum, and my hands feel warm after a few strokes."

Qiao Qing only twitched the corners of his mouth: "Slick tongue."

"This is not a joke. Your eyes are gray." You sighed, "I promised you. If I can't bear it anymore, I will tell you."

Qiao Qing didn't answer.He closed the window, turned off the light, and lay down with you in his arms.

After a long time, there was a soft "hmm" in the darkness.

"Don't frown..." you mumbled, "I'm going to have nightmares."

You couldn't hear Qiao Qing's answer, but you only vaguely felt that he was holding your hand tightly, and you fell into a deep sleep before you had time to distinguish the feeling.

It was surprisingly good sleep.

When I woke up, I saw the first light of day.