There was a combination lock on his door, and she tried a few numbers in a hurry, including his mobile phone number, birthday, and even his military number, but they were all wrong.
Yang Zhi's voice came from downstairs, obviously dealing with the emergency. Before he came back, she had to find a way to open the door.
Just with the attitude of giving it a try, she entered a series of numbers. Unexpectedly, the green light above flashed, and the door opened with a click.
Yang Zhi's scolding sounds continued to be heard, and she hurriedly stepped into the bedroom.
She searched around the room but didn't find anything useful. Just when she thought she was about to find nothing, her eyes fell on the low cabinet beside the bed. On the smooth cabinet was a pink bow hairpin. She
If you find a treasure, pick up the hairpin and hold it carefully in your hand.
Thumb thump thump!
It was the sound of going upstairs. It seemed that Yang Zhi had already dealt with the emergency downstairs. She put the hairpin in her pocket and walked out pretending to be nonchalant.
When she came downstairs, his car had just left.
She heard the helpless persuasion of the woman just now, "This time it's Chief Li of the 13th Military Region who is treating me. He has to give me some face. You have to pretend even if you deal with it."
There was a bit of coquettishness and intimacy in his words.
She knew that Lu Sheng was always afraid of trouble, and what he hated most was socializing with others.
Sure enough, he put his hands in his pockets, exhaled lazily, and said "trouble". He seemed to be a different person from the indifference he had shown her just now. Afraid of being discovered by him, she hurriedly hid under the marble
behind the pillar until he leaves.
Luo Xi got on the bus home, carefully holding the hairpin she just got in her hand, touching it like a beloved baby, touching it and smelling it.
"What is your power-on password?" The boy in the back seat suddenly asked the girl next to him, "I want to play games."
"It's your birthday, idiot."
Luo Xi's palms tightened and she couldn't help but think of what happened just now. The code she deciphered... was her birthday.
She still remembered that many years ago, she solemnly told him, "My birthday is easy to remember. At 14:00 on January 3rd, it is 1314. You have to remember it for the rest of your life."
Is it because he didn't want to change it, or he set it casually, because he knew that no one else would get in there, so it didn't matter what password it was, it was just a coincidence. How could he use her birthday as the password.
Luo Xi realized her ridiculous idea and couldn't help but raise her lips in self-mockery. The old relationship between them had long ago fallen apart at the wedding four years ago and was gone forever.
"Delivery." Xia Yue's WeChat message popped up on the screen, accompanied by an angry expression.
She responded with a shameless smile and immediately turned off her phone.
It was destined to be another sleepless night. When Luo Xi finished the last stroke and looked up at the clock above his head, it was already three o'clock in the middle of the night. At this time, the street was so quiet that there was no sound at all, and even the street lights were hanging their heads.
sleepy.
She put down her brush and hurriedly sent the manuscript to Xia Yue through the fax machine. She knew that at this time, she must not have slept either. These few days of each month are the most troublesome times for all painters and editors. Sleep is hard for them.
It's a kind of luxury.
Soon, Xia Yue called and discussed with her some modifications to the storyboard.
(*Storyboarding: Comic storyboarding is an important task in the drafting stage, including allocating the number of pages, customizing the grid divisions within each page, etc.)
After she finished revising, she sent the fax over again. After struggling a few times, she had to wait for Xia Yue's editor-in-chief to make the final decision. He could submit the manuscript if he felt there were no problems.
While waiting, Luo Xi lay on the table and wanted to take a nap, but the phone rang at this moment. She thought it was Xia Yue, so she answered the call without looking at it.
"Does your editor agree?"
There was no response from the other end, as if across the vast distance of time and space, there was a noisy sound coming, the laughter of many people.