After countless times, Shi Yin thought that it was too difficult for her to die at home on this day.

At least for this time, she thought she would have to lose legs even if she didn't die.

Shi Yin graduated from university for a year. Although she had never been in love, she had a girl's generation that was very excited. She had never eaten pork and had seen pig run. If someone else said this classic plot in girl comics and romance novels, she might have some unnecessary thoughts.

But this person is Gu Congli.

Then there will be nothing.

Shi Yin's brain was knocked down for a few seconds. For some reason, the first thing she remembered was that she was in a taxi a few months ago. She said to him with great courage, "After you can draw the original manuscript, I will call you three times."

Action faster than consciousness, Shi Yin blurted out: "Father-daughter relationship?"

When she realized it, it was too late.

Gu Congli was silent.

Shi Yin shrank his neck and laughed dryly: "I'm joking."

“…”

"Editor-in-Chief, you are still young."

“…”

Shi Yin was incoherent: "Daughter will have it, don't be anxious, don't be anxious."

“…”

Gu Congli looked at her strangely, with a difficult expression on his face, but the cold and gloomy feeling just now dissipated.

Shi Yin became more and more wrong as he said it. He rubbed his head, cried and simply shut up: "I'd better stop talking."

But Gu Congli suddenly laughed.

Unlike the weird and overly bright smiles he had seen several times before, he looked at her with a frustrated look, gently swept the lower lip beads on the tip of his tongue, and bent the corners of his lips slightly. The man walked over, raised his hand, and gently patted her head. His voice was very soft: "Well, no hurry, there will be some."

Shi Yin's heartbeat two beats missed.

Until Gu Congli left, Shi Yin couldn't figure out what he was here for today.

He came out and ordered takeout, a very famous tea restaurant, with three crystal shrimp dumplings, and more than sixty yuan.

Shi Yin was stimulated by the touch of his head and finally recovered for a long time. When she realized that the shrimp dumplings that cost twenty yuan each were eaten in her mouth, she once again developed a new understanding of the editor-in-chief's work assets.

Now that I think about the previous KFC burgers, I feel wronged him, no wonder they don’t want to eat them.

Sending a Gu Congli away is even more tiring than drawing a cross-page color picture for a few days.

The editor-in-chief came for no reason, invited her to have lunch, stayed for a while, and left again.

Shi Yin couldn't guess what he wanted to do, and she was too lazy to guess now. Since she didn't know, she would just stop thinking about anything. Anyway, since the soldiers came to stop, she didn't delay the draft and did not owe any debts. Even if Gu Congli was sick again, she wouldn't have caused her trouble.

He calculated that he would have to wait until the time when the original manuscript was submitted for the next episode, Shi Yin relaxed.

She happily read all the newcomers' works this year, and I have to admit that Lin Youhe's first prize is indeed worthy of it.

His painting style and painting skills are not the best, and even the lines are a bit messy and rough, but every storyboard is filled with a thunderous force and has a bloody nature that makes people unable to see that it is his first time painting a boy comic.

This strength may be related to his equally thunderous muscles.

I thought in a mess.

After reading the book, the young man's soul in Shi Yin's body began to burn, and he was ready to move. He returned to the study and drew the two pages of original manuscripts he had drawn before. He raised his eyes again, and it was early morning again.

She finished painting the rest of the last part, and at 2 a.m., she put down her pen and found something to eat, took a shower and went to bed.

She never had an alarm clock during the period when she was not rushing to the manuscript, and it was daily to sleep until she woke up naturally.

As a result, early the next morning, the doorbell of the ding-bell rang again.

Press once, once, once, once.

“…”

Shi Yin was almost irritated.

She struggled to get out of bed, left the bedroom, walked to the door, opened the door without looking, glanced at the man standing outside, grabbed the key from the shoe cabinet and stuffed it into his hand, and then closed the door with a "clang".

Shi Yin leaned softly against the wall, raised her eyes and looked at her watch.

Sure enough, it was half past nine.

This man really used a stopwatch to pinch the time.

Shi Yin turned his head and looked at the closed door. Suddenly, he was looking forward to Gu Congli's ability to fall on the door like when he first met. He lost his temper and turned around and left.

The result was not.

After waiting for a few seconds, the door heard the sound of the key inserting into the keyhole, and the metal collision sounded slightly, and with a click, the door opened.

Gu Congli calmly entered the house, turned around and closed the door, put the key on the shoe cabinet next to him, and changed his shoes.

Shi Yin: "..."

He raised his eyes and saw the girl standing next to him looking at him with blood-red eyes, with a sad look like a female ghost who could not close her eyes.

"Ash." Gu Congli said calmly.

Shi Yin was convinced.

She didn't want to stand for a minute, she slid down against the wall, sat cross-legged on the ground, leaning her head against the wall, looking up at him half-deadly: "I slept at two o'clock yesterday."

Gu Congli came in with a bag in his hand: "Then you've been sleeping for seven hours."

Shi Yin rubbed his dry eyes: "It will be dead in seven hours."

“This is the normal sleep time for adults.”

"I can't do it, I need to sleep ten."

Gu Congli paused, put the bag in his hand on the small bar, and looked down at her: "Shi Yin."

"Hmm?" Shi Yin was so sleepy that she yawned, and tears burst out from the corners of her eyes.

"If you sleep too much, you will become stupid." He said calmly.

Shi Yin wiped his tears, his voice with a soft nasal sound: "My IQ is already high to the critical value, and it must be reduced."

Gu Congli laughed and went into the kitchen.

The things in the bag were taken out one by one. Shi Yin had no interest in seeing them. He just sat on the ground against the wall and almost brought himself back to his dream. When he suddenly heard a slight sound of barbecue in the kitchen.

Accompanied by a scent.

Shi Yin sniffed, opened her eyes reluctantly, turned her head, and shouted: "Editor-in-chief?"

No one answered.

Shi Yin stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

The man stood in the kitchen, with two pots in front of him, holding an egg in his hands with distinct joints, knocking it open at the edge of the pot, holding it in front of the pan, shaking it up and down with one hand.

There was another sizzling sound.

Shi Yin leaned over and looked. The edges of the two thin hams in the pot were fried to brown. The fried egg liquid next to it had not yet solidified. The transparent egg white slowly turned white. The yellow egg yolk in the middle became liquid, and the edges were bulging and pounding gently.

Shi Yin swallowed his saliva and suddenly felt hungry.

Her kitchen was not big and long. She stood behind him, her little head came over and her chin rubbed against his shirt sleeve.

Gu Congli raised his hand and pulled the porcelain plate on the shelf next to him, and fryed the sugar heart egg out of the pan. When he raised his hand, he touched a soft thing on his elbow.

He stopped moving and turned his head.

The girl stared at the food in the pot with no reaction at all.

Whether six years ago or six years later, she seemed to have no awareness in this regard.

But at least, six years ago, he was the first person she saw.

Now that he has become a background board, her focus is on other things.

Other people, other things, other things, blind dates, old classmates, assistants.

Only him, only him, she can't see it now.

Not very good emotions began to grow and spread again.

Gu Congli's best thing is patience and restraint. If he wants, he can perfectly control his emotions so that others will only see what they want to see.

But when faced with it, I couldn't.

As she contacted him, his self-control began to become very poor. The closer he got to her, and clearly understood his true desire for her, the more unbearable it was.

I don't want her to look at others.

She should only look at him.

No living, dead, people or things, can take away the attention that should belong to him.

Nothing can do.

Gu Congli lowered his eyes and pursed his lips into a straight line.
To be continued...