i am your dog

What on earth was thinking about him in my own mind?Chen Siqi didn't think about it seriously, but he believed that Shen Jiuyan didn't think about it either.

In the end, this scene did not meet the standard of being extremely fat, and even because of the long repetition, Shen Jiuyan made mistakes again and again.

In the play, Bai Yang, played by Shen Jiuyan, leaned on the ground and looked up at him. His expression changed from helplessness at the beginning to calmness, just like they were forced to repeat countless times in the play, killing the last bit of passion for struggling.

At this point, the story continues.

"Meng Zifan, bring me some breakfast! I want pancakes filled with eggs!!!" The man who had just returned home from get off work heard footsteps outside the building, and immediately rushed to the window and yelled.

It was very late in the winter morning, and the clover grew on the window sill with its leaves tightly wrapped like a parachute.There was a pause in the footsteps downstairs, "Ten yuan." Mencius Fan walked to the window and looked up at the people on the second floor looking down.

The moon at this time represents a gloomy sky, so gray that it seems to be full of melancholy.Occasionally, the clouds passing by are not heavy enough to snow, but they just firmly cover the direction of the sunrise.Not long after, the stars dispersed, and the lone moon hanging in the western sky gradually faded on the bright white curtain.As long as the clouds clear, it will completely lose its luster.

"Obviously five yuan!"

"Running fees." He raised his head to catch the purple Grandpa Mao floating leisurely from the sky.The people upstairs had already jumped onto the bed and fell asleep, muttering softly, "I'll give it when I get back..."

The person who leaves early and returns late is Bai Yang.He worked as a small laborer on a nearby construction site, but he only went out to work every night.In fact, he has no memory of going to work every day at all. At night, he just slumbers on the sofa watching soap operas, and when he closes his eyes and opens them again, he is already awake on the way home.

He doesn't have clothes for work, but he has a salary that comes to work on time every month, and a friend who knows him well but is just a friend.

He used to think about these unreasonable things for a minute, and then he was completely relieved.He is too lazy to find out the truth. For a salted fish like him, life has always been muddled and unruly. He lives unrealistically, and life rewards him with unrealistic.Many times such people only know that they are still alive when they are panting, and every time they close their eyes, they can be regarded as dead.

He will also be afraid that these are all dreams, and he will never be able to earn back the high salary in his life, so he dare not face the truth.

Even if you huddle in the sand like an ostrich for a lifetime.

He is such a mud that can't support the wall.

It was so fragrant that I could smell it through the door earlier.Bai Yang didn't open his eyes, he was already standing at the door with the five yuan between his fingers ready to pay.

When he opened the door, Meng Zifan was holding two plastic bags and still knocking on the door.

Calm as Mencius Fan had put down his arms the next moment, and looked at the other party calmly, as if nothing had happened.

"Aren't you asking me to come in and sit down?"

"And then you're still slouching until night?" For some reason, he felt very strange.Whether it was Meng Zifan's deliberate sitting or the word "night", it made him feel uneasy and made him want to escape.

At night, he has no memory.I will go to work in an unknown place, and I will come back before dawn.And all of this was told by Mencius Fan, as if all of this was arranged by him.

Bai Yang took it and closed the door forcefully earlier, while Meng Zifan stuck the door with his foot outside.He couldn't explain why his brain suddenly started to think, and the gears in his brain that hadn't turned for a long time were turning rapidly at this moment.As soon as he loosened his strength, the door was pushed open.

Meng Zifan looked at him calmly, together with his uneasiness.

Bai Yang suddenly discovered that the facial expression in his memory had never changed.The mask used for Halloween can cry and laugh, but he has nothing but peace.

"you…"

"Baiyang, it's time to water the flowers." There is no stranger, and it is also very harmless.This person who has been with him for decades sorts out his embarrassment with ease.

"Hey, brother! You can just pour some washing water to water the flowers? Don't use clean water, it's too wasteful! Hey...my water bill... water bill..." Bai Yang watched his dear water bill being absorbed by the soil , just to water the small yellow leaves that are not blooming.

"I'll pay." Meng Zifan struggled to pour the last drop of water while he pulled his sleeves. It was clear that the behavior of the two of them was very funny, but there was no trace of a smile in his tone.

Bai Yang inexplicably saw a light behind Meng Zifan, pointing firmly into the distance, he didn't know whether it was leading to light or darkness.

Mencius Fan lived up to everyone's expectations and stayed until the night, and did not intend to leave until ten o'clock.Bai Yang felt that he had forgotten one thing that he had to do every night.He turned around in the room thinking, to no avail.He accidentally opened the door, but before he took the first step, he was already so frightened that he fell to the ground.The dark corridor was covered with dust, and the cobwebs not only caught the moonlight, but also the windows leading to the outside world.Fresh drops of blood rolled down the originally blank wall opposite, and disappeared without a trace after the smell of blood aroused people's attention.There was a creaking sound in the distance accompanied by heavy objects being toppled and hit, and the lights in the living room behind him were completely extinguished in a few slow flickers.

The noise came from downstairs.The girl's heart-piercing cry was both pain and sorrow.

Meng Zifan stood behind him and stretched out his hand to him, "Are you all right?" Bai Yang looked at his damned calmness, and always had the illusion of being tricked.

He pushed Meng Zifan away and stood up, facing the dilapidated old furniture in the room, he was only at a loss.And the wind that runs through the north and south gives him a blow of reality.

"You...did it?" Bai Yang stood against the wall, his limp legs bent again and again.The noise outside the door approached, and Meng Zifan pulled him into his arms and closed the door.His calm eyes flickered for a moment, and he lowered his eyes to leave people with warm and reliable arms, but he also knew that his death was approaching.

"It's not me, I don't know what happened." He held Bai Yang's shoulder firmly, preventing him from breaking free.The noise was so close to the door, but the sound was distorted and only screamed.Bai Yang trembled and wanted to yell, but Meng Zifan had to cover his mouth, squatted down and used his body to shield him from the boundless fear.

The cold hand on the lips is like a block of ice that cannot be melted.Bai Yang wanted to turn his head, but a crack appeared in the fish tank lying sideways on the ground, and he didn't have time to think about the instant the glass splashed.

Meng Zifan's body trembled, but he didn't make a sound.The shards of glass left bloodstains as long as fingertips on his back.He could feel Bai Yang's trembling, and no one could soothe his feelings of collapse.

At last the noise on the stairs faded away, like a long funeral procession.He pressed his chin against the other's shoulder, "Bai Yang, I hurt."