I, Qing Huan

Tomorrow night Cheng held Wusan, looked at Nanyang's instantly red ears in the corner, and sighed helplessly.

I don't know what kind of tiger and wolf words Master Qing Huan said to the ancestor.

Qi Yi squatted down and continued to look through the package. In addition to their personal items and sleeping bags, there were many jigsaw pieces at the bottom of the package. The colors were very close to the package. He almost didn’t notice that there were still a pile of jigsaw puzzles there. At first glance, it should be around 300 pieces.

Bai Jinqiu and Cen Ziyan also dig out the same pile of jigsaw pieces. The pieces can't show the pattern, but the color should be the same as that of Ming Wan Cheng and others.

Qing Huan should have finished what she wanted to say, and turned on the microphones of herself and Nanyang, and led Nanyang to the other people, and started to check these puzzles with everyone.

There are such a batch of puzzle pieces in the three packages, and the three numbers A, B, and C are marked on the back of the pieces. The fragments in area A belong to Nanyang and Qinghuan, area B belongs to Qi Yi and Ming Wancheng, and area C belongs to Bai Jinqiu and Cen Ziyan. Obviously, this is for them to put together the puzzles of their own regions separately, and then join them together to solve the next clue.

Six people sat down in a circle, two by two, poured out their respective puzzles and started to work together, looking at the puzzles in the area nearby, looking for their own frame fragments.

Fortunately, a 300-piece jigsaw is not difficult. This should be a 1000-piece jigsaw divided into three parts. The difficulty of a 1000-piece jigsaw puzzle is only a few hours for an adult. Now, six people simultaneously Fight, it will take no more than an hour.

You can watch the time on Cen Ziyan's MP4. She took a look while finishing the puzzle and told everyone that it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

Ten o'clock is Nanyang's usual bedtime.

Nanyang sleeps for eight hours a day, falling asleep on the hour in the evening, and waking up on the hour in the morning. This is her constant routine for thousands of years. Except for the occasional Qinghuan finishing late at work and haunting her to toss in bed for several hours when she comes back, she has always followed this sleep pattern.

Sure enough, after Cen Ziyan finished reporting the time, her eyes were covered with sleepiness instantly, and her long eyelashes drooped, covering her light brown pupils.

Qing Huan took her shoulders and said warmly: "Are you sleepy?"

"Yeah." Nan Yang held a piece of puzzle and nodded sleepily.

"Then if you don't want to go to sleep for a while, I can do it alone, this is not difficult." Qing Huan squeezed Nanyang's shoulder.

"It's okay, just wait a while."

It is a habit that her body develops to get sleepy when she arrives. As long as she survives this short period of habitual sleepiness, she will no longer want to sleep. Just like being hungry, after the most painful few minutes, you won’t be hungry anymore.

Qing Huan knew that she, like an old cadre, had to go to bed at ten o'clock every day. It hurts to see her bracing spirit, and said: "Then you can squint with me."

"It's okay."

Nan Yang half stared, and continued to help Qing Huan pass the puzzle.

Cheng Cheng on the side sighed: "Hey, don't you think it's nice to sit together and play puzzles like this?"

Cen Ziyan picked up her MP4 and said, "I can play songs outside, do you want to listen to some music?"

In fact, few people will use MP4 anymore. The MP4 in Cen Ziyan's hand is also very old. The paint on the corners is mottled, and the metal paint on the buttons is basically It has been polished, and I can see that she must like this MP4 very much and she often plays with it in her hand.

"Put one and one," Cheng grinned tomorrow night. "By the way, no one uses MP4 anymore. Why does Ziyan still keep such an antique? Someone gave you a gift, right?"

Cen Ziyan was startled when she heard the words, her originally gentle complexion, for a long time, a trace of struggle came out of her eyes.

"Yes..." Cen Ziyan shook her fingertips while pinching the puzzle. "It was a birthday present from my aunt when I was eighteen."

"Eighteen years old?" Ming night Cheng raised his eyebrows in surprise, "You and Teacher Bai met so early?"

Cen Ziyan bit her lip and said nothing.

Bai Jinqiu replied for her: "Me and Yanyan's mother are good friends. I grew up watching Yanyan."

"Wow..." Tomorrow night she gave a sigh, "No wonder Ziyan called your aunt, you really are her elder."

Bai Jinqiu curled his lips and smiled politely.

"Ziyan must like Teacher Bai very much. Look at the MP4, how they are touched." Cheng blinked enviously tomorrow night, "It's great. The two pairs around me are fairy love."

Qi Yi, who had been silently jigsaw puzzles, finally frowned: "Why do you talk so much?"

Tomorrow night Cheng shrinked his neck, "I'm sorry, sister, I won't say anything."

Cen Ziyan opened the MP4, pressed it a few times, and asked other people happily: "What song do you want to listen to?"

"It's okay, Ziyan, just put what you like." Qing Huan said with a smile.

Cen Ziyan rolled her eyes for a while, her face getting more and more stiff, not long after she raised her head guiltily: "I'm sorry, I forgot that I cleaned up the memory before, and now there is only one song in it, or else... don't listen to it. Up."

"Just put that song." Qi Yi smiled friendly.

"But, that song may not be suitable for playing now..." Cen Ziyan whispered.

"Let it go, Ziyan, anyway, we are boring to play puzzles now, no matter what the music is, just listen to it." Qing Huan looked at Nan Yang, who was getting sleepy next to him, and tried to find something refreshing for her.

"OK then."

Cen Ziyan picked up the MP4, pressed the play button, and then turned the volume to maximum.

After a short silence, a loud "Great Compassion Curse" reverberated in the small room.

Qing Huan: "..."

Tomorrow night: "..."

Qi Yi: "..."

Nanyang yawned again.

The atmosphere was silent for an instant, and no one knew what to pick up at this time.

After all, they jumped Cen Ziyan and let it go, and it's hard to say that the home was turned off, so the people in the whole room listened to the weird "Great Compassion Curse", silently fighting the puzzle on the ground. This kind of background music lined the gloomy ward, coupled with a little bit of dry ice floating over from Room 2 next door, everyone's pores tightened.

Except for Nanyang, who is expressionless and sleepy.

They finished their puzzles in such a magical atmosphere. Several young people took the initiative to carefully merge the three pictures together, which looked like a very ordinary landscape picture, not as if there was any mystery.

Nan Yang held up his sleepy eyelids, and said softly, "Turn off the light and look again."

Qing Huan said, "Huh?" "How do you know you want to turn off the lights?"

Nan Yang faintly raised his finger and rubbed his fingertips in front of Qing Huan, "Have you not noticed that your hands are full of phosphor."

"Then you are amazing, you found such an important thing." Qing Huan laughed in a coaxing tone.

"..."

Nanyang closed his mouth and said nothing.

Qi Yi, who was closest to the door, got up, found the light switch, and turned off the light source in the house.

The huge jigsaw puzzle on the ground really lit up some green words. They looked carefully and saw that it was written crookedly:

[Door code-at half past six in the morning-the sound of chainsaws. 】

The sound of a chainsaw at half past six in the morning.

At half past six in the morning.

early morning.

They all looked at the sleeping bags piled beside them.

Now I finally understand why the program team will give them sleeping bags and all kinds of things to kill time. It turns out that they really have to stay overnight.

But six people, only three sleeping bags, how do you divide this?

"Or let's clean up the place first." Qi Yi looked at the small room, which was only a dozen square meters and half occupied by a hospital bed, and began to think about the placement of sleeping bags.

"Sister, you sleep, I'm not sleepy." Cheng said immediately tomorrow night.

Qi Yi knew that she wanted to give her sleeping bag to herself, and smiled, "Don't be aggressive, midnight before you go to bed, and midnight after I go to bed."

Bai Jinqiu said calmly: "Yanyan, here is the sleeping bag."

Cen Ziyan shook her head in a panic: "No, auntie, you..."

"Yanyan, are you disobedient?" Bai Jinqiu's voice didn't fluctuate, but he looked at Cen Ziyan shallowly.

Cen Ziyan shook her head and buried her head, "No, I...I am obedient."

Nanyang and Qinghuan don't have to worry about who should sleep with the sleeping bag. Nanyang has checked the size from the beginning, and she must be sleeping with Qinghuan.

The question they need to struggle with is what time to sleep.

It is eleven o'clock in the evening, and for this group of entertainment night owls, it is far from time to sleep. Qi Yi is also a person who often batches homework until the early hours of the morning. A group of people seem to be excited, holding their time-killing things to play, and chatting with other people from time to time.

Nanyang saw that everyone was not going to sleep, and his sleepiness disappeared a lot in the jigsaw puzzle game just now, so he opened his notebook and read the recipe for a while.

Bai Jinqiu was also holding a book. She and Nanyang were sitting close to each other. The two cold women sat quietly against the wall, one reading a notebook and the other reading "Crime and Punishment". There was a peaceful atmosphere. .

Perhaps because the book in his hand is more attractive, Bai Jinqiu temporarily loosened the invisible restraint on Cen Ziyan.

Cen Ziyan and Qing Huan sat together, watching the script in her hand with Qing Huan. The two discussed the content of the script in a low voice, and laughed occasionally as they spoke. Cen Ziyan smiled very carefully, taking a careful look at Bai Jin Qiu every time she smiled.

The style of Qi Yi and Ming Wancheng's paintings here is rather strange.

Tomorrow night Cheng lay on the ground, holding the 0.5 black ink gel pen that comes standard with the college entrance examination, and his face was buried in the inner pages of "Five-year College Entrance Examination and Three-year Simulation". Qi Yi sat next to her, staring at her writing the topic for an instant. She held the lesson plan in a tube shape and held it in her hand. As soon as she slackened tomorrow night, she would use a paper tube to knock Ming night Cheng's head.

"Why do I have to do my homework after work, and do I have to do my homework after work? Can't I not do my homework today?" Cheng Cheng would cry tomorrow night.

Qi Yi knocked on the back of Ming Wancheng's hand, "How long is it from the college entrance examination, forgot?"

Tomorrow night Cheng Chao Qing Huan reached out, crying for help: "Master, help me..."

Qing Huan raised her index finger and placed it on her lips with a "hush--". ?

"Don't disturb them reading." Qing Huan pointed to the two silent old aunts who were sitting in the corner reading.

Tomorrow night Cheng sighed, biting on the page of Wusan, tears falling down, drenching ball after ball of lead.

This is definitely the most tortuous and terrifying night she has experienced in three thousand years.