Sharing the Dorm with the Enemy from Previous Life - Chapter 90

    Jiangguang Huo Huo, like a dragon.

      At the beginning, invisible ripples were drawn in the air.

    The barrage comments in the live broadcast room suddenly decreased sharply. There are always thousands of people watching online, but the comments at this moment are sparse, and they all look at Ruan Qingmu on the screen in surprise. .

      …

    Qin Yuan froze, staring at the person on the screen without blinking.

      , has been blocked up to the throat, almost making it impossible to breathe smoothly.

      The next faint afterimage.

    Qin Yuan suddenly felt an inexplicable tingling in his heart as he looked at the shadow that seemed to disappear from the camera at any moment.

    He stood up unbearably, and at this moment, Ruan Qingmu in the picture suddenly jumped up and stabbed diagonally from the side of the picture at an extremely difficult and tricky angle, Straight to the camera.

    The person watching was unprepared, only to see his handsome face approaching in an instant, the sword momentum was like a shooting star, with murderous aura.

    At this moment, almost all the people looking at the camera were suffocated, and they all exclaimed, only to think that the target of this sword was really the self in front of the screen, and even many Everyone jumped back in fright.

    Just as the sword was just a few centimeters away from the camera, Ruan Qingmu’s figure suddenly stopped, the sword pointed straight at the camera, Yuan Ting Yue Zhi, quiet like a virgin .

    Facing the gazes of countless people in the live broadcast room, he lightly pointed the tip of his sword, and suddenly smiled like a spring flower, narrow and arbitrary.

    “Don’t be alright, Qin Shaoxia. It’s too late, why don’t we make an appointment next time.”…

    Qin Yuan’s heart suddenly thumped wildly.

    Of course he knew that Ruan Qingmu was pretending to be cosplaying, but this sound made his heart tremble, and a strange sense of familiarity came over him.

    He is crazy. Ruan Qingmu has always liked to make jokes, and said these lines from the martial arts TV series in the middle school two times and five times, just listen to it casually.

    He rubbed his face fiercely, and when he watched the live broadcast again, Ruan Qingmu had already gone down, and the barrage below began to output frantically.

    “Ah, ah, my little brother is so powerful, have you learned sword dance? Yes, yes!”

    “I’m so good at it, I can go straight to acting in an ancient puppet drama. It’s so much more beautiful than the current little idol…”

    “No way, I have to watch the replay, wait for me tonight with scissors and bgm!”

    “Hey, what does that last line mean? Who is Qin Shaoxia?”

    “It’s just a casual line, hahaha, little brother! It’s a good time for me to hear it, and my brain fills up with an ancient drama.”

    … Ruan Qingmu disappeared from the camera, replaced Fang Li and came up, showing a modified Hanfu made of fragrant cloud yarn.

    The responses and discussions below continue to be lively. Originally, most of the people who were diverted by Weibo to see Fang Li’s women’s clothing, and most of the discussions and messages were directed at him, but now, there are significantly more messages focused on Ruan Qingmu.

    Qin Yuan absently looked at Fang Li on the screen, and then the two appeared again in couple costumes a few times, and he was a little lost.

    I don’t know how much time has passed. I was half in a daze, suddenly, someone in the message box was swiping the screen: “I cut a small cut of the screen recording, with background music, everyone cheered, the Weibo id is the same as this id~~~~”

    Qin Yuan quietly looked at the message, reached out and clicked on Weibo, and sure enough, he found this id.

    It looks like a little scissors, and the efficiency is really fast, but it took so many minutes to make a rough cut.

    Actually, it’s not a delicate editing, just two or three minutes of sword dancing as the material, and the picture has been fine-tuned a little bit of retro “color”, just this music. …

    It was a song Qin Yuan had never heard before, “Flying Sky – Singer: With a Smile”. I checked, it’s been a few years, and it seems that I have won the music mv award many years ago.

    Looking at the lyrics slowly emerging on the side, Qin Yuan listened silently.

    “If the sea is dry, there will be a tear

    That’s a thousand reincarnations waiting for you

    Suddenly looking back, I cut the ties

    All your pride can only fly in the painting. …

    Under the sunset in the desert, who is that blowjob

    The red makeup is peeled off, but the scars

    Who is bouncing the lute in the desolate castle

    Just waiting for me to come and go, meet in this life.

    Fireworks are flying all over the sky, who are you charming

    I’m drunk

    Quicksand and quicksand flying all over the sky, who is haggard for you

    It’s just like water. …”

    Scissorhands girl subtly divided Ruan Qingmu’s original voice into two sentences, accompanied by the lyrics to “Look back, cut the constant ties and ties”, Ruan Qingmu’s clear and bright person The voice sounded next to him with a smile: “Don’t come here, Qin Shaoxia.”

    And when it comes to the latter sentence, “Just waiting for me to come and go, the meeting in this life”, the rest of the sentence is cut here. After the brocade-clothed boy stepped forward and stabbed, he suddenly stopped suddenly, with a smile on his thin lips: “It’s too late, why don’t we make an appointment next time.”

      , so that it turned out to be a bit **** dazzling.

    Qin Yuan just glanced at it and closed his eyes suddenly. …

    Besides the wall is a fireplace with an open fire and a dark passage, which burns a mixture of lychee wood and camphor wood, which is warm and comfortable in winter.

    Gong Sinian leaned against the large sofa, the room was so warm that he could only wear a thin sweater, and there was a stand on the coffee table in front of him, with an ipad on it. The picture in the live broadcast room of the Hanfu store is on.

    Li Yuan came over with two fresh bowls of Yangchun noodles, handed a bowl to Gong Sinian, and came over curiously: “Oh, what is this? It dances so beautifully!”

    Gong Sinian stared at the screen and said casually, “It’s over, let’s watch the replay. This is also a student from our school, along with the child who wants to come to the store to work.”

    Li Yuan snorted: “The children of today are really versatile. Can dance, live broadcast, and martial arts?”

    Gong Sinian said lazily: “Of course, I have been in various training classes since I was a child. It’s not like we knew how to play with mud every day.”

    Li Yuan chuckled: “I remember when you were pouting and hitting marbles on the ground, and a little fat dun kicked over and kicked you. I got a big horse and sat on the ground crying.”

    Gong Sinian glanced at him sideways: “Help me beat back that little thing, you plan to claim credit until you are seven or eighty years old?”

    Li Yuan said arrogantly: “How can you take credit, protecting your wife is only natural. It’s obvious that you remember your childhood sweethearts first!”

    Gong Sinian made a “cut” sound, took a bite in the noodle bowl with chopsticks, and suddenly poked the soft thing underneath. Looking up, it turned out that the soft-hearted poached egg that I liked was hidden underneath, and it was still a double yellow.

    He glanced at Li Yuan, the usual icy eyes flashed a little, then suddenly he leaned over and whispered softly in Li Yuan’s ear: “Little Langjun, I want to ride a bamboo horse again. Woolen cloth?”

    Li Yuan was “forced” by his sudden teasing until the corners of his eyes were red, and he grabbed his waist in a “chaotic” and “fascinated” way: “”Fuck!” Gong Sinian, you It’s over, your husband, I can not only ride a motorcycle, but also have a better riding skill, and I can also do 18 styles on horseback, do you know…”

    Gong Sinian’s hands were quick, he stopped his mouth with chopsticks, and smiled, “wait for me to make up for it with your love egg first.”

      He gave a slow “tsk” and said nothing.

    That’s all, Li Yuan suddenly seemed to have eaten an aphrodisiac, and rushed over with red eyes: “Tsk what tsk, my two are harder than this, you finish eating it, Eat me again!”

    The ipad stand on the table was kicked down, the firewood in the fireplace made a slight crackling sound, and the charcoal fire and the air conditioner pushed the interior to summer-like temperatures, unable to wear any clothes.

    …

    When Ruan Qingmu and Fang Li finally ended the live broadcast, it was a lot later than yesterday, and it was past eleven o’clock.

     On the road outside the industrial park, a waiting taxi had already stopped, and a tall boy was standing next to him, turning around anxiously.

    As soon as the two of them came out, the boy’s eyes lit up and strode over: “Here!”

     Ruan Qingmu approached, looked at him in surprise, and then looked at Fang Li: “Have you made an appointment?”

    Fang Li’s face turned red: “No…no.”

    He raised his head, looked at Fu Songhua who suddenly appeared with bright eyes, and asked in a low voice, “Why are you here?”

    Fu Songhua looked at him and whispered, “I’m worried at home.”

    Fang Li stopped talking, and after a while he said, “It’s so cold… I’m going to sit in the car and wait.”

    Fu Songhua suddenly realized, and quickly opened the car door: “Oh, get in the car, don’t stand outside.”

    Besides, Ruan Qingmu let out a cool snort and sat in the back row: “Remember to get in the car? I thought you were going to stand and talk about dawn.”

    It turned out that Fu Songhua was alone, and Fang Li was just timid.

    Fang Li followed and got in, but Fu Songhua stood outside the car and didn’t move, looking straight at Ruan Qingmu in the back row, saying nothing.

     Ruan Qingmu glared at him inexplicably: “Look at what I’m doing, why don’t you get in the car?”

    Fu Songhua’s face was flushed red, and he lost his usual vigour, and whispered, “You sit in the front.”

    Ruan Qingmu turned her head to look at Fang Li, who was about to bury her head in her knees in shame, and then looked at Fu Songhua, who was pleading, and finally understood something.

    He blurted out a “fuck”, got off the back seat, and got into the front passenger seat.

    Behind, Fu Songhua quickly opened the car door, and Fang Li squeezed in the back row. The two sat side by side with their knees pressed together. Fu Songhua looked out the window, gritted his teeth, and quietly reached out to Fang Li’s hand beside him.

    Fang Li came out of the air-conditioned room with warm and soft palms, but Fu Songhua stood outside for a long time with cold palms. The two people’s hands touched slightly under the sleeves, and Fu Songhua regretted it a little.

    It’s too cold, like a scumbag holding Fang Li’s hand to keep warm!

    Fu Songhua was dumbfounded and turned his head abruptly. At this moment, Ruan Qingmu in front of him suddenly turned his head: “Fang Li, your…”

    Under the dim light of the carriage, his eyes fell on Fang Li’s outstretched hand.

    ? ? ? … he silently turned his head.

    Just one night, everything changed, right? What kind of thing can change a person like that? ! That is Fang Li, who is less courageous than mung bean! …

    He sat upright with his eyes watching his nose and his nose watching his heart, only to feel his heart pounding for a while, and he didn’t know whether to be happy or worried. This time, the driver’s eldest brother rarely said anything. The car drove forward silently, and he couldn’t hear any sound behind him for a long time. The inside of the carriage became more and more strange.

    He coughed suddenly, and stretched out his hand without raising his head: “Fang Li sent your WeChat back, let me use your mobile phone.”

    There was a very slight rustling sound behind, I don’t know what the two were doing, and after a few seconds, Fang Li trembled: “Brother Ruan, here.”

    Ruan Qingmu glanced at Fang Li in the rearview mirror, whose face was so red, and took his mobile phone backhand: “Get out of the car and return it to you later.”

    Anyway, these two don’t have time to play with their phones!

    Changed his username to WeChat, he was a little surprised.

    There is no message in Qin Yuan’s dialogue column.

    He hurriedly typed a line: “I’m done! Fu Songhua has come to pick us up, did he discuss it with you?”

    No reply for half a day. He was a little surprised: although it was a bit late at this time, it didn’t make him fall asleep, not to mention that he didn’t say goodnight to each other!

    Finally, a sentence came from the opposite side: “Well, there was something just now, I saw you guys are down.”

    Ruan Qingmu breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and asked, “Did you see me dancing the sword?”

    This person is so strange that he doesn’t even brag about himself!

    Qin Yuan stared at the dialog box, and finally asked, “Have you studied martial arts? Where did you learn it?”

    Ruan Qingmu was startled. Yes, where did you learn it?

    “I went to a hobby class for a while when I was a child, haha, isn’t it pretty decent?” He replied with a guilty conscience, and quickly changed the subject, “By the way, I confess, my phone is broken. Well, tomorrow I’ll buy a mobile phone with my salary advance – don’t wait for my WeChat at night, I don’t have a mobile phone to chat with you.”

    Qin Yuan gave a soft “um”: “I guessed it.”

    Last night, I went outside to find a stranger to borrow my cell phone, and I still use my computer to chat with him today.

    He looked to the side of the mv that was playing repeatedly: “Ruan Ruan, there is a very nice song, I sent you an email.”

     Ruan Qingmu chuckled: “Okay, then I’ll buy a new phone tomorrow to listen to.”

    The car drove to Fang Li’s door. Ruan Qingmu returned the phone to Fang Li. When he looked up, he saw Fu Songhua getting out of the car with Fang Li. He was speechless for a while: “…”

    Look at this crooked!

    “I’ll leave the car for you, I’ll take it to you.” Fu Songhua waved at him with a rare calmness, “Be careful on the road. Remember to report safety to the monitor when you get home.”

    Ruan Qingmu looked at him inquiringly, and wanted to say something ridiculing, but she finally waved her hand.

    This night, Qin Yuan seemed to fall asleep quickly.

    The spirit is unprecedentedly tired, and the temples are getting more and more painful. As soon as his head touched the pillow, it was as if something was pulling him, and he fell quickly into a dream.

    I haven’t had that strange dream for a while. As Dr. Gong said, it is probably because some invisible pressure is too great, and in reality, he doesn’t know how to release and relieve. in a dream.

    It was still in that cave, where I had done several intermittent episodes.

    The poisonous snake wound on her chest was numb and itchy, and her skin was burning hot. Finally, someone leaned down slightly, covered the wound with slightly cold lips, and sucked slowly.

    He only felt pain and comfort on his body. I don’t know how long it took before the man’s lips left his wound, as if he sighed faintly.

    “It’s time to kill you. After chasing me for so long, I’m bored to death.”

    He seemed to struggle for a while, his heart was a little clear, but he couldn’t move, his body was still stiff, and he couldn’t open his eyes.

    Suddenly, the darkness around him suddenly became darker, but the young man turned his head in total darkness.

    Suddenly, his face that had been blurry was finally revealed clearly, his eyebrows were delicate and flamboyant, a pair of peach blossom eyes stared at him, his eyes were a little curious, and he seemed a little disgusted.

    Qin Yuan in the dream suddenly felt like a hammer in his chest. Ruan Qingmu! The person in this dream is Ruan Qingmu.

    The dream is more and more bizarre and unreasonable. The opposite Ruan Qingmu seemed to know what he was thinking, smiled slightly, and moved closer: “Yes, it’s me, why doesn’t Qin Shaoxia know me after so much time?”

    In the dream, Ruan Qingmu was familiar and unfamiliar, wearing the same slim-fitting brocade as the one I saw today, with a golden crown on her head, her expression was more evil, her face was blushing, and she was a little unfamiliar of “color”.

    He approached slowly, and overwhelmed Qin Yuan, who was completely immobile, on the rocks behind him: “Why are your face and forehead still so hot, haven’t the snake venom been removed? Is it poisonous? Blood attacking the heart, have you turned around for a while, right?”

    Coldly, his fingers dipped down and touched something: “Oh, why is it even hotter here, it seems to be swollen? … Life and death are at stake, Qin Shaoxia wants to live, but he Do you have to ask me to help you breathe here again?”