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This is the first time for the hair salon to have dinner with guests, and everyone is a little reserved and silent.Halfway through the meal, Xiaomi took the initiative to ask about gossip about Xia Fei's entertainment circle, Xia Fei said something selectively, the topic opened up, and he began to share his experience of debuting in the talent show.

The entertainment circle is another world, everyone listens with great interest, but Jiang Shiye is distracted repeatedly.

He had the impression that Cen Si was right-handed, but today he suddenly switched to holding chopsticks with his left hand.Proficiency is proficiency, but I always touch my right hand.

The backs of the hands rubbed against each other, and the arms pressed against each other, which was more tightly intertwined than the tomato and egg soup in the middle of the table.

This table is not big, he tried his best to avoid it but he couldn't guard against it.The first few times I could bear it when I touched it, but after more times, my heart started to itch for no reason.I feel that if I am a woman, I can report the people around me for profiteering.

After rubbing his wrists for the seventh time because he went to pick up the spicy chicken at the same time, Jiang Shiye couldn't help it, and asked in a low voice, "Why don't you eat with your right hand?"

Thinking of the "friendship" with Cen Si now, his tone was still kind, and he lowered his voice very low.A good voice is like an autumn whisper under this bass, and it has a sharp and warm texture.

Because I know what you really think.Cen Si thought to himself, but opened his mouth very stupidly: "I want to exercise the coordination of my hands."

"..."

Cen Si looked at the bowl and smirked to himself, in a good mood, and secretly planned to cue to "Master Xiao Ye" when he was reading in the afternoon, so as to make up for the vacancy in the morning.

However, the plan couldn't keep up with the change, and ten minutes after eating, he was admiring the various green plants in the museum and flicking the monstera leaves annoyingly, when he suddenly found that the leaves were spreading black.

He blinked, and the black faded again.

Cen Si immediately realized what was going on.

The next step of turning black is always dizzy, Cen Si didn't change his expression, he just looked at his hands, the ease and ease just now turned into equally heavy doubts in an instant.

He obviously took the medicine on time, how could it be at this time?

Jiang Shiye was helping Lu Ou clean the shampoo basin when Cen Si called him at the door."Zombie."

He dried his hands with a towel, and approached: "What?"

"I want to take a nap, where can you lie down here?" He asked.

There are beds to lie on everywhere, such as the box where he is now, but Jiang Shiye understood Cen Si's meaning in seconds unexpectedly.

I want to sleep in a place without cameras.

He turned to ask Lu Ou, and Lu Ou said, "Do you want to go to the second floor?"

"You don't have many rooms in your house." Jiang Shiye reminded in a low voice.

"Directly let people lie down in the living room?"

Jiang Shiye didn't feel very good, and thought for a while: "How about the room where I usually play the piano? Do you mind?"

There is a small room in the corner of the stairwell on the second floor. Luou originally planned to use it as a warehouse. It is small but soundproof.Jiang Shiye and he made a little modification, stacked various cartons, placed a couch, laid a carpet, and made it like a comfortable secret utopia.

Lu Ou said he didn't mind, Jiang Shiye asked Cen Si who was still standing against the wall in a daze, "Can I just sit on the sofa?"

Cen Si nodded and said yes.

However, it took almost all his strength to pretend to climb a few stairs normally, and his legs were so weak that he wanted to fall directly to the ground as soon as he entered the door.

But a very bright guitar on the sofa is like a lightning bolt, which clears up the chaotic brain, and inexplicably bestows power for no reason.Cen Si only staggered a little step calmly, supported the wall and stood up straight.

Jiang Shiye glanced at him.Cen Si smiled: "I'm going to lose my footing, zombie, so sleepy."

Jiang Shiye couldn't tell how sleepy he was, his face was as usual, he was lazy and boneless.Compared with just eating, the deep voice seemed to have been dipped in clear water, diluting the weakness of the thick ink in it, becoming lighter and weaker, erratic, and unable to fall into reality.

Jiang Shiye stood the guitar against the wall, walked to the door and asked, "Are you afraid of the heat? There's no air conditioner here, but it's pretty cool."

"No need." Cen Si couldn't wait to close the door, "Tell the program crew for me, I'll wake up after two hours of sleep."

"Yeah." Since it would take two hours, Jiang Shizhi decided to bring his guitar out.In the end, he didn't open his mouth, only heard a bang, and Cen Si had already closed the door directly.

The speed was so fast that he faced the door in a daze for a few seconds before he could react.

I haven't picked up my guitar yet...

Sometimes people's thoughts are really weird, and even I can't figure it out.For example, Jiang Shiye was not the kind of person who couldn't live without a piano, but he missed it very much after Cen Si suddenly closed the door.

The thoughts that popped out of the ground are suddenly cut off, and there is always a tendency to revive.He began to worry again: the guitar was standing by the sofa, and it hadn't been put into the piano case. Cen Si's legs were so long, what if he turned over and kicked the strings and broke the strings?

After going downstairs to tell the program team, Jiang Shiye walked outside to the small bamboo garden.He was baked by the summer, worried about the safety of his precious musical instrument, and felt more and more uncomfortable.

The mosquitoes in Xiaozhuyuan were rampant. They bit the back of his hand and arms several times. Jiang Shiye's hands were itchy. He was bitten by them and wanted to play the piano.

Not knowing what nerve was at work, he decided to sneak into the room and get the guitar out.

When cautiously pushing the door open, Jiang Shiye let out a sigh of relief.Cen Si lay sideways on the sofa, hunched over like a prawn with his back facing outwards, with his head facing the guitar, so that his baby would not face kicking disaster.

Then he held his breath again, for fear that the slightest movement would wake him up.

The last time he entered the hospital, he discovered that the place where Cen Si slept was always extremely quiet. Even in such a small room, the people lying there seemed to be integrated with various still lifes, and they couldn't hear their breathing.

Because of this, Jiang Shiye couldn't tell whether he was asleep, and he wished he could take a step three seconds slower.

Walking to the sofa, he leaned slightly and raised his hand to grab the guitar standing against the wall by the sofa.The profile of the sleeping person came into view.Without looking down, he slowly grasped the neck of the piano, held it up with one hand, and slowly moved it over.

This set of movements was simple but long. When the guitar successfully passed over Cen Si's body and reached him, Jiang Shiye's hands were sore.

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