Luo Xiaochen spit out a mouthful of blood: "Nima labor and capital climbed seven floors in vain! Seventh floor! I knew they were waiting below!"

So, the two entered the elevator with a comatose bird.

Ye Zhao pressed the floor and looked at the elevator door quietly with a frown.

The small space and the sudden silence, even if it was only ten seconds, made him feel very uncomfortable.

Maybe it's because haven't been in such close contact with people for a long time. Every inch of touch, the feeling of blood flowing under the skin is infinitely amplified, and then with the rhythm of the heart, it drives the eardrum to beat together.

All this made him feel uncomfortable.

very uncomfortable……

Nie Renyan's arm was tightly wrapped around his neck, and his hand tightly grasped Nie Renyan's wrist.

It's just that Nie Renyan's eyes were closed too tightly, and the sound of breathing against his ear was too soft.

And his heartbeat was too heavy, and his face was too stiff.

Otherwise, everything is the same as before.

Like, these years of blank, never existed.

☆、Chapter4

Luo Xiaochen's change in Ye Zhao's expression was noticed by Luo Xiaochen. He thought for a while and said, "You haven't been sleeping well these days. After getting him back, I'll sleep with him."

"Huh?" Ye Zhao, who was startled by his sudden speech, paused for a while before realizing it and glanced at Luo Xiaochen.

Luo Xiaochen suddenly felt that what he said just now was wrong! So I quickly corrected: "Well, let him sleep, I'll just sleep in the living room."

Ye Zhao: "...you think too much."

Luo Xiaochen: "..."

Ye Zhao watched the elevator stop on the tenth floor with a "ding", and walked out while supporting Nie Renyan, "You can sleep in your guest room, just leave him on the sofa in the study, he won't die."

"..."

Luo Xiaochen helped drag Nie Renyan all the way into the study, Ye Zhao threw him on the sofa, then went to the cabinet in the room, grabbed a blanket and threw it on him, then left without looking back. Luo Xiaochen immediately sympathized with Nie Renyan's poorer treatment than him, and silently felt: This is Nie Renyan's fault. If someone else did this to Ye Zhao, not to mention dragging him into the door to sleep on the sofa, he just used black garbage bags when he saw it. Tooba was lost, and he didn't even blink his eyes.

Judging from the series of reactions from Ye Zhao seeing Nie Renyan until now, Luo Xiaochen felt that he had the idea of ​​taking a gamble before, instead of dragging Nie Renyan into the car and taking him back to his apartment, he sent it directly to Ye Zhao. correct!

Ye Zhao's sudden departure had always been a knot in Ye Zhao's heart. Although he had never expressed his emotions except during the initial period, those who were really familiar with him could see his change in even one look. .

Luo Xiaochen helped Nie Renyan cover the blanket.

The study was well-heated, and the window in front of the dark brown wooden desk was covered with a layer of water vapor, and a hazy figure could be seen on it. In the past few years since the foggy day first came, he felt for the first time from the bottom of his heart that life was beautiful, really.

To untie the bell, it is necessary to tie the bell. Luo Xiaochen sincerely hopes that his good brother can live a happier life, Ye Zhao is so, so is Nie Renyan.

He walked out of the study, closed the door with his backhand, and asked Ye Zhao, "It's not a problem for him to be so dizzy, do you want to take him to the hospital for a look?"

Ye Zhao was standing by the window of the balcony, and said lightly, "Let's talk about it, don't go out tomorrow, it's foggy."

"Ah? Now? It was obviously fine when I came back." Luo Xiaochen walked over. The temperature on the balcony was much lower than that in the house, and the water vapor on the window was very light, so he could see the outside through the glass.

The sky has not yet completely darkened, and against the blue-gray background, cobweb-like rǔ white viscous objects are scattered in the air, some are connected in pieces, some are in the shape of tangled silk threads, they fall in no direction, and are caught by the wind. Hang from branches, attach to walls, or wrap around car wipers.

The few pedestrians on the road probably just noticed that something fell on them, and after taking a look, they started screaming to avoid them. Must be strictly.

It is this kind of thing that feels extremely disgusting to the touch. At first, it fell like snow in filamentous flakes.

Once the skin comes into contact with this kind of thing, if you can't find a water source as soon as possible to mix it with the medicine developed by the government and rinse it off, it will start to fester to varying degrees. It will be eroded to the point of gāngān, leaving only a pool of blood.

Compared with the other kind of fog, although the number of occurrences of this kind of fog is not large, the number of casualties caused is huge, but it is unpredictable by the relevant government agencies. They can only take emergency measures every time after the poisonous fog appears. May reduce casualties.

Ye Zhao frowned, "tsk", and walked back to the living room to turn on the TV.

"Hey—" Luo Xiaochen also sighed, shook his head and closed the sliding door of the balcony, and went back to the living room to sit on the sofa.

All major channels on TV issued emergency notices and promised that the government would use the latest high-altitude sprays to disperse the poisonous mist as soon as possible.