"Eat grapes?"

“Not to eat.”

“Skinned.”

"That's to eat."

“…”

Ning Qing held a grape and handed it to Chen Shu.

Her slender fingers were white and tender, and the peeled grapes were green and tender. They were pinched on her fingertips and fed until Chen Shu's mouth.

The sunlight lifts up the gauze curtain, and the afternoon light urges people to fall asleep.

Chen Banxia sat opposite them, holding a handful of grapes in her left hand and throwing them into her mouth one by one with her right hand, chewing them, and spitting out the skin. At the same time, she watched the two people on the opposite side suddenly squinted their eyes and slapped them.

Ning Qing asked in a low voice:

"Is it sour?"

My brother answered casually:

“Not sour.”

Chen Banxia looked down at the grapes in her hand, and after thinking for a while, she realized that the grapes themselves were sweet and sour.

Not only sour, but also astringent.

It turns out that what I lack is a person who peels grapes for myself.

Chen Banxia turned her head and looked around.

The little sister was similar to her, holding a bunch of grapes in her left hand and holding a stance to throw the grapes into her mouth with her right hand, but the picture was frozen - she was staring blankly at the beautiful woman who was carefully peeling the grapes on the opposite side.

“…”

I can't count on her.

I guess she still wants to ask herself to peel it for her.

Chen Banxia withdrew her gaze and looked at Xiaoxiao again.

The little girl was peeling grapes and used a small bowl to hold it. The small bowl was full of the peeled grape pulp. However, the moment she noticed her gaze, the little girl's face looked alert, turned her head to stare at her, and covered the bowl with her hands.

“…”

I can't count on her either.

It's too sour if I don't eat it.

Chen Banxia threw the grapes in her hand back into the tray, pulled a piece of paper, wiped her hands clean, and then lay down on the sofa: "I'll take a nap and call me for dinner."

When my eyes closed, I fell asleep instantly.

Zhang Yogurt turned his head to look at her, blinked his eyes, smacked his mouth a few times, and continued to aim at the side.

"Brother-in-law, do you eat grapes?"

"Thank you Xiaoxiao."

"You're welcome."

“…”

Zhang Yogurt aimed at the sleeping sister and sat for a few seconds. She wiped her hands clean, held the pillow, tilted her upper body to the side, and then closed her eyes.

The afternoon wind blew the gauze curtains and someone spoke in a low voice, and the sound gradually became blurred.

I had another dream in a trance.

In the dream, the sand sculpture group leader organized group members to have dinner. They found a restaurant where they didn't know what to eat. Zhang Yogurt was late somehow. When they went there, everyone else had arrived. They sat around a big round table, waiting for her - everyone who was active in the group was there recently. She also saw her roommate and a faceless person inside, and the roommate was sitting next to Chen Shu.

Zhang Yogurt was a little disliked at that time.

This sand sculpture of green vegetables, and family members are brought together for dinner.

She had no objection to having a meal with her family. Who would be short of that little money for the meal? Besides, she often took advantage of their meals, so it was natural for her to repay them.

But this is a group member gathering. In this way, wouldn’t the goddess roommate know that she was in the same group with this silly green vegetable? If you further explore, wouldn’t you know that you had done something less smart?

How can others know about those dark history? What's more, roommates who have to spend many years together.

That's not to be laughed at for the rest of your life?

Just to maintain the image in front of his roommates, Zhang Yogurt in his dream was still calm and greeted them with a smile, showing his elegant and easy-going appearance.

Then the sand sculpture group leader stood up and said, "This is our first collective activity. We have a new face. Let's introduce ourselves."

The dog owner took the lead in speaking.

The brain-dead Taoist priest, the mentally retarded monk, the introverted and nameless girl, the eight-sister girl stood up one after another and introduced herself without hearing clearly.

Then there was the faceless man who said his name was Luo Huaian.

It turns out that Luo Huaian is the one who pretends to be Luo Huaian.

Zhang Yogurt stood up and gave a self-introduction that was so awesome that everyone admired him. His roommate almost turned into his little fan.

Then it was the turn of the sand sculpture.

At only 0:00 a.m., the sculpted green vegetable introduced himself because he sat down as soon as he stood up. But everyone seemed to have finished listening. Even Zhang Yogurt even paid attention to his intentions and greeted him, but he didn't know what he said.

This is how it is in the dream. The consciousness flows, the plot is illogical, the dialogue cannot be written in sentences, and the picture is not clear, but she can understand it.

After all, it was made up by myself.

However, there is something clear and concrete in the dream, that is, your roommate.

I saw my roommate stand up.

Zhang Yogurt couldn't help but wonder. Isn't she a family member led by Chen Shu? Why did she stand up and give an introduction? And with her personality, the sculpted green vegetable should consciously introduce her.

However, seeing that everyone looked up at her roommate, she didn't say anything, and at the same time she began to feel inexplicably panic.

"Bang bang..."

The heartbeat starts to accelerate.

"Shooting at night."

Three cold words were spit out from her roommate's mouth, making her feel the end of the world.

In a trance, the scene suddenly transitioned from Yujing to the sea. It turned out that they were gathering in the ocean. The sea was undulating, and dazzling thunder flashed in the dark clouds in the distance. In the storm, a huge wave came, wrapped in the power of destruction, and slapped at their big round table.

"Damn!"

Zhang Yogurt sat up in shock, sweating profusely.

The afternoon in the living room is very quiet.

The little girl shrank on the floor tiles and wrote her homework carefully. The tip of the pen rubbed against the paper and made a slight rustling sound. A white cat walked leisurely on the coffee table, touching the snack packaging bag, and making a slight sound.

Chen Shu and Qingqing no longer know where they are going.

The little sisters slept soundly.

Another gust of wind blew up the gauze curtain, and the quiet time formed a sharp contrast with the storm and rain in the dream.

"Wang?"

Gorgeous

The white cat noticed something strange and turned his head to look at her, with a look of doubt in his eyes.

"without……"

Zhang Yogurt responded in a misfortune and wiped the sweat from his temples.

The little girl is concentrating on her homework.

"Where is Xiao... Xiao... Qingqing?"

"Reading a book upstairs."

“…”

Zhang Yogurt, who was consciously shattered, had no face to face his roommate for the time being, and did not even dare to talk to the little girl. He ran out together and ran out.

Half an hour later.

Zhang Yogurt is standing on an ancient sword and soars rapidly in the sky, constantly changing angles.

The low temperature and hurricane dried her cold sweat. The stimulation brought by high-speed flight and various difficult flight movements diluted her inner worries. For a moment, the yogurt seemed to have forgotten everything, and even as the flight was spinning, she couldn't help but make waves of crying.

Until she saw a small black dot in front of her.

Chase and take a look—

This is such a coincidence!

Zhang Yogurt's sorrow turned into anger and shouted:

"Chen Shu!!"
To be continued...