Wei Ran approached, resting her head on the wall beside the doorbell, "...Can I hug you again?"

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.

Just when Wei Ran thought that Lin Shenzhi had hung up the phone on the doorbell, Lin Shenzhi's familiar voice came, "Yes."

"thanks."

"Um."

The phone hangs up.

Wei Ran left the wall and walked towards the iron gate.

Open the iron door with the familiar string of numbers, and Wei Ran pushes the door to enter.

Wei Ran stood in front of the main door for a while before opening the door and entering.

It's still the same as before, it's still the living room, it's still the sofa, it's still the same Lin Shenzhi.

Wei Ran changed his shoes at the entrance, put on the pair of slippers he had just worn, and walked towards the sofa.

In front of the sofa, Lin Shenzhi put the pillow on his legs on the sofa beside him and got up.

He didn't approach rashly, just stood there quietly.

Wei Ran is afraid of him.

Wei Ran stepped forward slowly and stopped two meters in front of Lin Shenzhi.

The end of Lin Shenzhi's eyes was slightly red, and there was moisture on his long and slightly curled eyelashes.

Lin Shenzhi was crying just now.

Realizing this, Wei Ran's heart throbbed instantly.

Wei Ran looked away and stopped looking at Lin Shenzhi's eyes. He took another step closer and stood in front of Lin Shenzhi.

Facing Lin Shenzhi, Wei Ran was a little helpless. He forgot how to hold a person, and where should his hand be placed?

On the waist? Or on the arms?

How did he hug Lin Shenzhi before?

Wei Ran took another step forward, he held his breath and stretched out his hand stiffly, wrapping Lin Shenzhi around Lin Shenzhi's arm, tightening it tightly, and then immediately released his hand.

Wei Ran stepped back. Wei Ran looked up, "Thank you."

"Um."

Wei Ran's lips moved, and he turned around and went out again.

He closed both doors thoughtfully, returned to the car and sat down, Wei Ran lowered his head and looked at his hands that were shaking because of fear.

He hugged him too fast, he only had time to notice that Lin Shenzhi was thin and his belly was a bit heavy, and he didn't even have time to smell the breath on Lin Shenzhi's body, and everything was over.

Wei Ran started the car, turned the car on the road, and walked towards the gate of the community.

Leaving the gate of the community, driving through the green belt outside the community, merging into the traffic flow, Wei Ran drove the car back to the community where the studio was located in line with the speed of other vehicles on the road.

Wei Ran turned off the fire and did not go upstairs immediately. He closed his eyes and lay on the steering wheel.

When Fangzheng called, Wei Ran realized that he had been sitting in the car all day, and it was already seven o'clock at night.

The sun outside the window has long disappeared, replaced by an impure darkness, lights are lit everywhere in the community, and those lights destroy the darkness.

Wei Ran rejected Fang Zheng's offer to come down and help him carry things, got out of the car, and moved things upstairs one by one.

Five boxes, on the third floor, and nine trips back and forth, Wei Ran took less than ten minutes.

Everything was moved to the corridor on the third floor, and after a while at the door, Wei Ran opened the door.

After moving all the things into the room from the door, Wei Ran didn't rush to take them apart, but just piled them on the side of the living room.

The room was extraordinarily quiet, and his father Weiyun and Fang Zheng watched him quietly, hesitating to say anything.

Wei Ran smiled, "I'll take a shower."

Wei Ran took the clothes he bought later and went into the bathroom.

At night, Wei Ran had a dream after a long time.

In the dream, Lin Shenzhi said that he was a liar, and he clearly said at the beginning that Wei Ran would never leave Lin Shenzhi.

The next day, at six o'clock, Wei Ran woke up.

After washing in a low voice, Wei Ran took the key and went to the studio.

Since the previous heavy rain, the weather has been exceptionally good in the past few days, and there is a touch of coolness in the air, which is refreshing.

After Wei Ran entered the studio and opened the windows to the maximum, the room quickly caught the coolness.

Wei Ran didn't turn on the computer immediately, but sat at the window and ate breakfast.

The location of the studio is a residential area. There is a snack street not far from the area, and there are shops selling breakfast.

One of the breakfast shops has been open for many years, and people queuing for breakfast at this time of the day can line up half the street.

With too many people, the boss simply stopped dine-in and only took out, which greatly improved the efficiency.

When Fangzheng and a group of people came to work, Wei Ran had already started work for more than two hours.

After ten o'clock, Fang Zheng took the tablet and walked to Wei Ran's desk.

After Wei Ran finished typing a string of codes, tap Save and look up.

Fang Zheng handed the computer in his hand to Wei Ran.

Wei Ran took it and looked at it.

On the tablet is an electronic promotional image. The content on the promotional image is about an offline game exchange meeting. This exchange meeting is usually used for studios to showcase their newly developed games and some creative ideas. It is quite lively.

There are many such exchanges, but this exchange is the most formal of all exchanges, because Beluga is also one of the leaders.

Beluga Studio is now the leader in their game industry. Naturally, the game exchange meetings they hold also attract great gods from all sides.

Of course, in addition to the great gods, there are also many game makers and small studios who hope to be discovered.

"You go, I won't go." Fang Zheng said.

Wei Ran looked.

"Take it as a holiday for yourself, take this opportunity to rest, change your mood, and take a look at what's going on in other studios." Fang Zheng said directly.

Wei Ran hesitated, but did not refuse in the end.

He has participated in many offline exchange meetings, but they are all spontaneously organized by students between schools.