Is he teasing me

Chapter 150 How about you come and sleep with me
Zhang Moyan turned the light of the mobile phone down, narrowed the scope of the light as much as possible, and walked lightly to the Arhat bed not far from Xiao Xing's rain bed.

Xiao Xingyu reached out and turned on the reading lamp by the bed.

The lights came on suddenly, Zhang Moyan was taken aback, and turned around immediately.

"Did I disturb you?"

Xiao Xingyu withdrew his hand: "I haven't slept yet, what are you?"

"..." The so-called knowing the elegant meaning by hearing the string song, when Zhang Moyan left just now, Xiao Xingyu asked what to do if he wanted to drink water, and what to do when he went to the bathroom, how could she not know what he meant.A person who has suffered such a serious injury probably won't be able to sleep at night, or even if he can sleep, he hopes to be accompanied by someone... He didn't promise him just now, but he felt uneasy after returning, so he came here again.

"I'll sleep here, so it's more convenient to take care of him this way." Zhang Moyan said vaguely, anyway, knowing that Xiao Xingyu was also awake at this moment, he acted boldly.

She put the pillow and thin blanket on the Arhat bed, and moved the small tea table in the middle of the Arhat bed to the table. The Arhat bed was already covered with soft cushions, so after taking the small tea table away, it can be used as a bed for sleeping alone.

"Do you want to sleep on the bed?" Xiao Xingyu asked.

Zhang Moyan was stunned: "No, no, it's very spacious here, it's good to sleep here."

Xiao Xingyu knew from her expression that the suggestion he made was too abrupt and difficult to accept, so he didn't insist.

Zhang Moyan put the pillow on the side close to Xiao Xingyu, spread out the thin blanket, and then got in: "Mr. Xiao, turn off the lights and go to bed early!"

There was a warm current in Xiao Xingyu's chest, and even the lights were slowly turned off.

The room fell into darkness, but after a while for the eyes to adapt, they could see the outline of the furnishings in the house and the woman lying flat on the Luohan bed through the moonlight coming in through the window.The room was silent, and her eyelashes fluttered in the watery silver light, like a feather gently scratching his heart.

"Can't you sleep?" Xiao Xingyu couldn't help asking.

Zhang Moyan was slightly surprised, and turned his head in his direction: "Yeah, did I disturb you?"

Xiao Xingyu smiled: "Why did you disturb me when you didn't make a sound? I was still worried about why you weren't breathing."

"Oh, all right."

Two fresh-blooded single men and women shared a room in the middle of the night, and they couldn't sleep. Soon the atmosphere in the air became a little different.

It's a pity that Xiao Xingyu doesn't have enough energy even if he has enough energy, so he had to ask some serious questions: "What are you thinking about when you can't sleep?"

Zhang Moyan was silent, as if thinking for a while, and then said: "I was thinking, why does your family have a family rule that you will be beaten if you look at that stele? There are only a dozen or so people on that stele. The names of the ancestors are nothing but honorable figures in my opinion, and they are not something shameful, so what does it matter if the descendants see them?"

Xiao Xingyu heard that Zhang Moyan was still complaining about himself, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised. He was silent for a long time in the dark, and then said quietly: "You don't think it matters, that's because you are not an insider."

"Oh?"

"Well," Xiao Xingyu nodded himself: "The ancestor who established this family rule, his name is on that Tongzhen stele... He made such a rule because of his own personal feelings. For the people on the stele, the older they are, the more anxious they become, and there is lingering regret when they die; for the latecomers, they are not considered successful, and they have no role in stimulating potential. He is afraid of becoming one of them, so he is afraid to study the sky blue glazed porcelain. He himself doesn't want to be seen by future generations, and he pushes himself to others, and the people on the stele don't want to be seen, unless our Xiao family can crack it. The craftsmanship of celadon glazed porcelain, otherwise, before that, those names would be unbearable."

Listening to Xiao Xingyu's eloquence, Zhang Moyan gradually became able to empathize with the ancestors of the Xiao family: "That's why you said that only when there is a name on the head of the stele, can all the names on that stele usher in a glorious birth." time."

"Yes, only the Xiao family can understand this kind of mood," Xiao Xingyu moved, sighed almost inaudibly, and said slowly, "Remembering the past, the bustling competition, sighing at the building outside the door, sorrow and hatred Continued. For thousands of years, I will be honored and disgraced for this."

Zhang Moyan was surprised that Xiao Xingyu would read such a sentence, which was very different from his usual impression. She stood up and even wanted to see his appearance in such dim light.

Sensing her movement, Xiao Xingyu also lay on his side and faced her: "What our Xiao family ancestors have done for generations is really stupid, so people of our Xiao family must have this kind of responsibility on their shoulders." Look inside. Otherwise, a couple will not be able to support each other until the end."

Xiao Xingyu's sentimental tone made people have to think about it, Zhang Moyan reacted for more than ten seconds, and asked cautiously: "Could it be... that's why uncle and aunt separated?"

Xiao Xingyu didn't answer, and after a while, he said: "So, my future life partner, I hope she can understand me and firmly support me in this career."

Zhang Moyan was enlightened, and then thought of Dean Geng, who, as a descendant of the Gaogu porcelain family comparable to Xiao's family, would definitely understand and support Xiao Xingyu's career.

By the way, career?
Xiao Xingyu said that the Xiao family's research on azure glazed porcelain is his career?

Zhang Moyan crawled on the pillow, her head sticking out of the Arhat's bed: "Mr. Xiao, do you mean that you will study azure porcelain again in the future?"

Zhang Moyan's eyes are also shining brightly in the dark night, and her current posture can also be described by the words "looking forward to".

However, Xiao Xingyu didn't answer her question, but changed the topic: "I remember being naughty when I was a child, and I was often beaten by my dad. Every time I was beaten, my mother would sleep with me."

"..."

"Are you cold?"

"Alright, alright."

"Is the Arhat bed hard?"

"Alright."

"Why don't you come and sleep with me, and I'll tell you about it."

Zhang Moyan propped his elbows on the pillow, dumbfounded, but...his topic is so attractive, how can this person be more stuck than those online writers?

indecision.

After all, it's too ambiguous for a man and a woman to share a bed.

Xiao Xingyu waited for a long time, propped up half of his body in displeasure, and said dissatisfiedly: "I don't even mind, what are you minding?"

Then the voice went down again and suddenly became sloppy, "Are you afraid that you will not be able to control yourself, or do you think so highly of me that I can do well today?"

Then continue to lie on the pillow and make a pitiful expression, "I just miss my mother right now, and want to relive the days when I was with my mother after being beaten, so that I don't have those evil thoughts of yours."

Although these words were not without sarcasm, they were more to relieve her worries.After Xiao Xingyu finished speaking, he stared at Zhang Moyan without moving. It was a rare opportunity for him to sell miserably, so of course he had to make the best use of it.

"Isn't that good?" Zhang Moyan still hesitated.

Xiao Xingyu had no choice but to add a few more sentences: "I won't tell you, and no third person will know... OK, I won't force you, so let's go to sleep!"

He pulled the quilt over his head and covered himself tightly.

Then hold your breath and observe the movement.

Waiting and waiting, when he was about to suffocate himself to death, he heard someone coming down from Luohan's bed, and the sound of footsteps gradually approaching.

Then Zhang Moyan's soft voice sounded beside the bed: "Then you should go to sleep!"

　The days of the recent closure are really hard!
　　My family is eating bread made of flour that has expired for 9 months.

　　The day before yesterday, I found a pack of Wangjiadu dry pot bottom material,
　　There is no cooking, so I pulled out the macaroni that was out of date for a year and a half.

　　There are no paper towels at home, so I use the special paper towels my son wears with the OK mirror.
　　My mother was reluctant to take out each piece of paper and cut it in half before using it.
　　……

　　Fortunately, this kind of day did not affect my mood of coding,

　　Continue to starve and write sweet articles~
　　I hope the epidemic will usher in an inflection point soon!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)