In this life, we don’t even talk about love dogs

When Ye Ge returned to the dormitory, it was already 11:30 pm.

The lights in the dormitory were already turned off, and his adopted sons were already sleeping.

There were no smartphones in 2009, so it can only be said that there was really little nightlife after lights out.

In two years' time, when smartphones begin to become popular, everyone's life will really be like the beginning of the day at 0 o'clock in the morning.

Before returning to the dormitory, Ye Ge had already taken a shower in a bathhouse outside. After returning to the dormitory, he simply brushed his teeth, changed into a set of pajamas, and lay on the bed.

Recalling what Tang Zhiyan said to him tonight, Ye Ge thought about it again and again.

I always feel that there is something unusual about today's cigarettes, as if I have discovered something about myself.

Whether it’s a cigarette asking yourself “Do you believe in past lives?”

Or taking him to her secret base, or even standing there with her hands behind her back, made Ye Ge feel uneasy.

But Ye Ge never thought that it was cigarettes that restored the memory of his previous life.

Again.

If the cigarette restored the memory of the past life, his attitude towards himself would not be so peaceful.

According to Zhanyan's character, she would not be surprised by anything she did to me.

So cigarettes definitely did not restore memory.

Maybe it was because Zhan Yan was too smart and sensitive, and the abnormalities he had shown these days gave Zhan Yan a vague speculation in the direction of metaphysics.

Ye Ge thought about it carefully and felt that it was indeed possible.

But no matter what, Ye Ge felt that he had to find some legitimate excuses to avoid cigarettes during this period, otherwise he would always feel uneasy.

Ye Ge thought carefully and sent a message to his editor Nai Peng.

Not long ago, Naipeng told himself that the boss of Qinhan Entertainment wanted to meet him.

But I just started school during this period, and I was doing military training and working on Station B. I was really too busy, so I kept declining.

Now it's almost time to meet.

And I am really short of copyright fees now.

[Brother Naipeng, I happen to be free during this period, so I can arrange to meet with the boss of Qinhan Entertainment as soon as possible to discuss copyright matters. ]

Ye Ge sent him a QQ message.

And just as Ye Ge finished sending, Naipeng responded instantly, and Ye Ge even wondered if he had set himself to be particularly concerned + pinned to the top of the message.

[Okay, okay, Teacher Gouai, I am still thinking about whether I should tell you about this matter again in the next two days. I will contact the Copyright Department tomorrow and make arrangements as soon as possible within these two weeks. ]

After Naipeng sent the message, he added a few more smiley faces.

[Ye Ge: OK, trouble. ]

[Zhao Naipeng: No, no, no, I’d rather trouble you to come over. ]

[Zhao Naipeng: By the way, the physical book of "Taoist Ghosts and Immortals" is expected to be published in 10,000 copies. We plan to hold a book signing. I don’t know about the book signing, Teacher Gou Ai (typing)]

[Ye Ge: That’s it for now. I’m going to bed. Good night. 】

Zhao Naipeng:

Zhao Naipeng could only delete the line he typed and resend a message: [Okay, Teacher Dog Loves, good night.]

In front of the computer screen, Zhao Naipeng sniffed.

Really, why can’t Teacher Gouai talk more to me, the editor who is closest to me?

Forget it, there’s no rush about the autograph session, we’ll talk about it then.

Looking at Teacher Gou Ai's gray head that no longer danced, Zhao Naipeng unknowingly recalled his student days.

It seems that when I was chasing a girl, it was like this. Every night, the girl would say that she was going to bed or going to take a shower.

ah.

Youth.

After Tang Zhiyan sent Ye Ge back to school, he also walked towards his dormitory.

Tang Zhiyan had been living in the school and had not moved out.

And when Tang Zhiyan arrived downstairs in his dormitory building, a girl wearing an ink-colored dress was sitting in a wheelchair, looking in the direction where Tang Zhiyan was coming.

Behind the girl in the ink-colored dress stood a middle-aged woman in a suit, standing upright, holding the handle of the wheelchair tightly.

"It's so late. Why don't you go back to bed and take a walk here?"

Tang Zhiyan stopped in front of Jiang Qingwen, and the evening breeze blew the skirts of the two girls.

Jiang Qingwen tucked her hair behind her ears and glanced at Tang Zhiyan lightly: "It must have been two days ago that my uncle called me and asked me if you had a boyfriend at school."

"Then what?" Tang Zhiyan smiled.

Jiang Qingwen: "I said no."

Tang Zhiyan: "Indeed not."

Jiang Qingwen's tone was a little helpless: "But this evening, my uncle called me again and asked me if you went out with a man. Not long ago, he asked me if you had returned to the dormitory."

Tang Zhiyan: "."

Tang Zhiyan already knew why Jiang Qingwen was waiting for him here.

It must have been that I said that I wanted to bring a man home, which attracted my dad's attention. Then my dad has been paying attention to my situation during this period, for fear that I would be deceived by other boys.

And through Aunt Chen, Dad must have known that I took Ye Ge out to eat.

But dad didn’t know if I just had dinner with Ye Ge or if I did other things after dinner.

But it’s hard for dad to ask me, for fear that I will be unhappy.

So I can only ask Qingwei.

After all, Qingwen's family has a very good relationship with his own family.

And Qingying grew up with me.

"I'm going back to the dormitory now. You can go back too. I'll tell my dad." Tang Zhiyan smiled slightly.

"Did you really go out with a man alone?" Jiang Qingwen asked.

Tang Zhiyan: "Yeah, what's wrong?"

Jiang Qingwen shook her head: "It's nothing, it just doesn't look like you."

Tang Zhiyan smiled: "How do you look like me?"

Jiang Qingwei looked directly into Tang Zhanyan's eyes: "Looking down on anyone and living alone all your life is like you."

"I'm sorry about that." Tang Zhanyan raised the corners of his mouth, "I do have a boy I'm interested in now."

Jiang Qingwen: "."

Tang Zhiyan: "Why do you look so complicated?"

Jiang Qingwen sighed softly: "I just feel pity for that man."

"Pity? Why?" As if poking the deepest pain in Tang Zhiyan's heart, Tang Zhiyan frowned, looking very unhappy, and his eyes were like ice knives.

But Jiang Qingwen was not afraid of Tang Zhiyan's eyes at all and continued: "Isn't it pitiful to be liked by you? I'm afraid he will be locked in a cage by you for the rest of his life and be a canary."

Tang Zhiyan subconsciously held Jade's hand: "Isn't this bad?"

"Okay?" Jiang Qingwen smiled softly, "Is this good for you or for him?

"." Tang Zhiyan pursed her thin lips tightly.

"cigarette."

Jiang Qingwen looked at Tang Zhiyan with sympathy in her eyes.

"Sometimes it's pitiful to be liked by you."

Recommend a friend's book "There's Really Nothing Weird in This World"

"Your sister is doing strange things again!"

Fu Tianqing helplessly looked back at the girl who was sitting by the door and banged her head on the door, "What are you doing?"

The delicate and cute little girl turned back stiffly, her dark eyes unfocused, and even her voice had no fluctuation, "It's okay."

Then she got on all fours and climbed up the door, then the ceiling, like Spider-Man, and then crawled over Fu Tianqing's heads towards her own bedroom.

Fu Tianqing turned back and shrugged at the horrified tenant, "She just has more developed motor nerves. There is nothing weird in this world."