He closed his eyes, leaned against the sofa and rubbed his temples a few times, sighed, stood up, lifted the corners of his clothes, took off his shirt, threw it into the dirty clothes basket next to him, and entered the bathroom.
After taking a shower, I turned off the lights and went to bed.
Five minutes later, he turned over.
After another three minutes, he turned back.
He tossed and turned like this for about ten minutes before he suddenly sat up from the bed.
The room was very quiet. He stared at something for a while with the help of a weak sleeping light. He opened the quilt, put on his slippers, and decided to go to the balcony to get some fresh air.
The curtains in the villa room were all drawn, but there was not much light on the balcony.
Sheng Sheng held up the railing of the balcony and let the wind blow for a while.
It was still a bit cold both morning and night in autumn, and a thin layer of chill gradually spread over his body.
He stood for a while longer, leaning on the railing with his elbows. Just as he was about to straighten up and go back to the room, the balcony door next door was pushed open, and there was the sound of a lighter igniting, and then a faint smell of smoke drifted over in the night wind.
The balconies of the rooms on the second floor are different from those on the third floor. The entire balcony on the third floor is connected, and the balconies of each room on the second floor are partitioned.
Sheng Kuang leaned his upper body out of the guardrail and saw Lan Bowen standing on the balcony, puffing away at the distant night sky with a satisfied look on his face.
Lan Bowen took a few puffs of cigarette, and when he noticed someone looking at him, he held the cigarette in his mouth and stretched his head out of the balcony.
When he saw the grand occasion, he was obviously taken aback and took the cigarette from his mouth: "What are you doing?"
Sheng Cheng's eyes fell on his hand that was casually placed on the railing, and it was a little bright red: "The doctor didn't tell you to smoke less."
"I don't smoke much, just one a day. I didn't smoke during the day today, so I wanted to have one before going to bed." Lan Bowen glanced at the event and said, "What about you, why are you staying outside in the middle of the night if you don't sleep?"
There happened to be a plane passing by, probably about to land at a nearby airport, and it was flying a little low.
The grand occasion didn’t even bother to think of a reason, “Watch the plane.”
"..."
Lan Bowen was so perfunctory that he could no longer be perfunctory. Lei was silent for a few seconds and put out his cigarette in the ashtray next to him. "Okay, take your time and watch. I'm going back to the room."
Sheng Cheng said nothing. When Lan Bowen opened the balcony door, he suddenly asked: "Mosquito, are you sleepy?"
Lan Bowen turned around: "Ah? You're not sleepy, what's wrong?"
Grand occasion: "Let's talk about your heart?"
"..."
Lan Bowen thought to himself, I have a fucking bad intention to talk to you.
Thinking about it, ten seconds later, Lan Bowen leaned back on the railing again, and the two began to talk heart-to-heart across a wall of the balcony.
After talking for five minutes, the balcony was still quiet.
Lan Bowen couldn't stand it anymore: "You should talk about it."
Sheng Kuang said: "Let me think about it."
This thought led to another long silence.
Lan Bowen couldn't help it again: "You haven't thought about it yet?"
In fact, at the beginning of Shengchang, he really wanted to talk to Lan Bowen about the girl who lived on the third floor, but after thinking about it for a while, he realized that there seemed to be nothing to talk about.
What to talk about?
Tanren is his little fan, the kind of fan who is obsessed with him, and he is also the kind of fan who is not stupid. He is very rational and has three views. Not to mention, he is also very attentive.
Then he got upset.
This was obviously a very happy thing, but he was actually unhappy.
If he told it, Lan Bowen would probably suspect that he had some serious illness.
Shengcheng was silent for a few seconds: "Forget it, let's not talk about it."
Lan Bowen wanted to curse: "Are you kidding me at night?"
Sheng Kuang said: "Then if you insist on talking, let's talk."
Lan Bowen wants to hit someone, but who the hell insists on talking about it.
Before Lan Bowen could get angry, Sheng Kuang said again: "Tell me about your girlfriend."
The irritability on Lan Bowen's face disappeared instantly: "It's my wife, we have received the certificate, thank you."
After a pause, Lan Bowen turned to look at Sheng Cheng: "You have nothing to do, why are you dragging my wife?"
Shengcheng said "Ah" and said a little unconcernedly: "Isn't your wife a fan of yours? I'm very curious as to how you fell in love with your wife among so many fans in the first place."