Countless times afterwards, Shi Yin thought that it was really not easy for her not to die at home on that day.

At least for this time, she originally thought she would lose a leg or something if she didn't die.

Shiyin has graduated from university for a year. Although she has never been in love, she has had a heart-pounding girlhood. She has never eaten pork and has seen pigs running. This is a classic scene in girls' comics and romance novels. If

If someone else said it, she might have some superfluous thoughts.

But this person is Gu Congli.

Then there won't be any at all.

Shi Yin's brain shut down for a few seconds. He didn't know why. The first thing that came to his mind was that in a taxi a few months ago, she said to him very boldly, "If you can finish the thirty-page manuscript, I will call you dad three times."

Moving faster than he realized, Shi Yin blurted out: "Father-daughter relationship?"

By the time she reacted, it was already too late.

Gu Congli fell silent.

Shi Yin shrank his neck and laughed twice: "I was joking."

"..."

"Editor-in-Chief, you are still young."

"..."

Shi Yin's words were incoherent: "My daughter will have it, don't worry, don't worry."

"..."

Gu Congli looked at her strangely, his expression indistinguishable, but the cold and gloomy feeling just now dissipated.

The more Shi Yin spoke, the more wrong he became. He rubbed his head, looked sad, and simply shut up: "I'd better stop talking."

Gu Congli suddenly laughed.

Different from the overly bright and weird smile he had seen a few times before, he looked at her frustrated look, swiped the tip of his tongue across her lower lip, slightly curved the corners of her lips, and walked over, raised her hand, and patted her gently.

He tapped her head and said in a very soft voice: "Well, don't worry, it will happen."

Shi Yin's heart skipped two beats.

Until Gu Congli left, Shi Yin didn't know what he was doing today.

He went out and ordered takeout from a famous tea restaurant. A serving of three crystal shrimp dumplings cost more than 60 yuan.

It took a long time for Shi Yin to recover from the stimulation of that slap on the head. When she realized that the shrimp dumplings she was eating were twenty yuan a piece, she once again had a new understanding of the salary of the editor-in-chief.

Now that he thinks about it, he was wronged by the previous KFC burger. No wonder he didn't want to eat it.

Sending Gu Congli away is more tiring than drawing a cross-page color picture for several days.

The editor-in-chief came over out of nowhere, invited her to lunch, stayed for a while, and left again.

Shi Yin couldn't guess what he wanted to do, and she didn't bother to guess now. Since she didn't know, she just didn't think about anything. Anyway, the soldiers were coming to stop her, and she didn't delay the manuscript or owe any debts. Even if Gu Congli fell ill again, it would be fine.

It wasn't her fault.

Calculating that the next time he would appear again would be around the time when the original manuscript of the second episode was delivered, Shi Yin relaxed.

She happily read through all the works for this year's Newcomer Awards, and had to admit that Lin Youhe truly deserved to win the first place.

His painting style and painting skills are not the best, and even the lines are a bit messy and rough, but every shot has a thunderous intensity and a bloody nature, making it impossible for people to tell that this is his first time.

Draw shounen comics.

This strength may have something to do with his equally thunderous muscles.

Shi Yin thought in confusion.

After finishing the book, the young soul in Shi Yin's body began to burn, and he felt a little ready to move. He went back to the study and redrawn the two pages of the manuscript he had drawn before. He looked up again, and it was past midnight again.

She finished the last remaining part of the painting, and at two o'clock in the morning, she put down her pen, went to find something to eat, took a shower and went to bed.

She never has an alarm clock when she is not working on a manuscript. She sleeps until she wakes up naturally.

As a result, early the next morning, the doorbell rang again.

After a period of time, press once. After a period of time, press once.

"..."

Shi Yin was about to lose his temper.

She struggled to climb out of bed, left the bedroom, walked to the door, opened the door without looking, glanced at the man standing outside, grabbed the key from the shoe cabinet and put it into his hand, and then made a "clang" sound

, and closed the door.

Shi Yin leaned against the wall and looked up at his watch.

Sure enough, it's half past nine.

This man really used a stopwatch to tell the time.

Shi Yin turned her head and looked at the closed door, suddenly expecting Gu Congli to do what he did when they first met. She slammed the door and he lost his temper and turned around and left.

The result was not.

After waiting for a few seconds, there was the sound of a key being inserted into the keyhole at the door, a slight sound of metal colliding, and a click, and the door opened.

Gu Congli entered the house calmly, closed the door, put the key on the shoe cabinet next to him, and changed his shoes.

Shi Yin: "..."

He raised his eyes and saw the girl standing next to him looking at him with a pair of blood-red eyes, her sad eyes like a female ghost who couldn't rest in peace.

"Morning." Gu Congli said calmly.

Shi Yin was convinced.

She didn't want to stand for a minute, so she slid down against the wall, sat cross-legged on the ground, leaned her head against the wall and looked up at him half dead: "I went to bed at two o'clock yesterday."

Gu Congli came in with a bag in his hand: "Then you have slept for seven hours."

Shi Yin rubbed his dry eyes: "Seven hours will kill people."

"This is a normal sleep time for adults."

"I can't, I need to sleep for ten."

Gu Congli paused, put the bag in his hand on the small bar, lowered his head and looked at her: "Shi Yin."

"Huh?" Shi Yin yawned sleepily, with tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

"You will become stupid if you sleep too much." He said calmly.

Shi Yin wiped away her tears and said with a soft nasal voice: "My IQ has reached a critical value, and it must be lowered."

Gu Congli laughed and entered the kitchen.

Everything in the bag was taken out one by one. Shi Yin had no interest in looking at it at all. He just sat on the ground against the wall and regained his consciousness. When he almost fell back into a dream again, a slight sizzling sound suddenly came from the kitchen.

The sound of barbecue.

Accompanied by a scent.

Shi Yin sniffed, reluctantly opened his eyes, turned his head, and called out: "Editor-in-Chief?"

No one answered.

Shi Yin stood up and walked to the kitchen.

The man stood in the kitchen with two pots in front of him. He held an egg in his knuckled hands, cracked it open on the side of the pot, raised it to the pan, and shook it up and down with one hand.

There was another sizzling sound.

Shi Yin leaned over to take a look, and saw that the edges of the two thin slices of ham in the pot were browned, and the fried egg liquid on the side had not completely solidified. The transparent egg white slowly turned white, and the yellow yolk in the middle became liquid, and the edges bulged one after another.

, beating lightly.

Shi Yin swallowed his saliva and suddenly felt hungry.

Her kitchen was small and long in shape. She stood behind him, leaned her little head over, and rubbed her chin against his shirt sleeve.

Gu Congli raised his hand and pulled out the porcelain plate on the shelf next to him. The candied omelette was out of the pan. When he raised his hand, his elbow touched something soft.

He stopped and turned his head sideways.

The girl was staring at the food in the pot without any reaction at all.

Whether it was six years ago or six years later, she seemed to have no awareness of this aspect at all.

But at least, six years ago, he was always the first person she saw.

Now, he had become the backdrop, and her focus was entirely on other things.

Other people, other things, other things, blind dates, old classmates, assistants.

Only him, only him, she could not see now.

The bad emotions began to spread again.

What Gu Congli is best at is patience and restraint. If he wants to, he can perfectly control his emotions so that others will only see what they want to see.
To be continued...