He happily changed into rose purple first, and then into cyan tomorrow, so he didn't have to worry about having no place to go for those sheets and quilts.
Chi Ye didn't dare to say anything when he saw the fancy quilt, so he could only ask Housekeeper to put it on and then ask someone to go upstairs to sleep.
After Housekeeper left, he took out mats, quilts and pillows from the cabinet and laid them beside the bed. After hesitating for a while, he decided to inform Housekeeper that he would not need to clean up the room tomorrow.
The floor coverings cannot be moved all the time, which would affect the atmosphere.
Shen Zhiyi walked upstairs slowly, and she just listened to Chi Ye's proposal. Chi Ye was not bold enough to do anything at will.
She just wanted to see what the other party was up to, and she had to live in the same room.
Chi Ye There were several books beside the pillow, in English, French, and Chinese translations of fairy tales. Shen Zhiyi glanced at them and then looked away.
She put her phone next to the bedside table, then lay down quietly with her eyes closed. Chi Ye thought the other party would say something to him, or say good night.
The position of his bed was very clever, right on the side where Shen Zhiyi was used to sleeping. He half-sit up and leaned against the faint opening on the side of the bed.
"Shen Zhiyi, you haven't said good night to me yet."
Shen Zhiyi sighed in his heart [He read fairy tales before going to bed and said good night when he went to bed]
The slandered Chi Ye continued, "Shen Zhiyi, say good night to me, please."
Shen Zhiyi opened his eyes and lowered his eyes to look at him, a cold voice sounded in the night "Chi Ye Good night"
Chi Ye was lying beside the bed, his hair had been blow-dried and lay softly on his forehead. He looked very harmless, like a golden retriever that had just been smoothed.
"You've already said good night to me, so I'll tell you a fairy tale."
He turned around excitedly and picked up a fairy tale book. He opened it and read it for a while, which seemed a little childish. When he met Shen Zhiyi's eyes, he put the book back.
"Instead of telling fairy tales, I will read you poetry, in French."
Regardless of whether Shen Zhiyi refused, he opened the book, then leaned on the outstretched hand of the bedside table to make the quilt for her.
"Shen Zhiyi, I'm going to start."
She closed her eyes, and in her ears could hear the sound of the pages rubbing and pulling, and her deep magnetic voice slowly spoke soft words.
"Tomorrow, at dawn..."
"Tomorrow, at dawn, when the fields are dimly lit"
"I'll set off. Look, I know you're waiting for me."
"Over the mountains, through the forests"
"I don't want to stay in a world far away from you for a moment."
This poem does not describe love, but is written by a father to his daughter, but it contains the power to break through the fog and move forward.
Chi Ye's voice is very nice, so he is particularly lingering when he speaks French. The warm yellow night light illuminates the place alone, and his lowered eyebrows are also coated with a layer of warmth.
Shen Zhiyi opened his eyes and looked at him for a while, the hand hidden under the quilt gently pulled the quilt, and his lips were pressed tightly together.
He read for a long time, and his voice slowly became quieter. He stopped turning pages in his hands and spoke without raising his head.
"Shen Zhiyi, are you asleep?"
Shen Zhiyi When I opened my eyes, they were still clear. Those plots in TV dramas that lull people to sleep are all lies. Those who can't fall asleep will still be unable to fall asleep.
Shen Zhiyi responded softly "Yeah"
After receiving the answer, Chi Ye tilted the book in his hand to one side. He followed it and fell on the pillow, his voice full of sleepiness.
"Good night then Shen Zhiyi."
Chi Ye fell asleep, his sleep quality was very good, and those poems were a sleep artifact for him. He used to find that he could fall asleep listening to these poems, and he listened to them every day during the time he started his business.
This time he put himself to sleep.
The night light was still on, and Shen Zhiyi was staring at the ceiling in a daze, where half of Chi Ye's shadow was. Chi Ye was sleeping very well, peacefully, and his hair was actually very soft. If he didn't grab it deliberately, it would lie down where it should be.
I can't remember exactly how many times I had insomnia. If no one disturbed me, Shen Zhiyi would go to the balcony and sit there all night, looking at the flowerbed or the moon and sitting quietly all night.
She also wanted to walk off the balcony, but she hadn't finished what she promised Chi Ye.
How could there be a person like Chi Ye in the world? His temper is as pure as that of a child. He grew up in love and has a pampered temper and good upbringing.
Others love and hate him, and may be willing to be scolded by him.
Chi Ye reached out his hand to grab Shen Zhiyi in his sleep. He was so sleepy that he seemed to have forgotten what else he had to do. He was so sleepy that his mind couldn't turn around.
It seems to be grabbing Shen Zhiyi's hand.
Shen Zhiyi was in a daze for a moment and then tried to close her eyes. This night made her much calmer than the previous night. Maybe it was because the bed was soft, or maybe she was surrounded by the breath of Chi Ye.
She was used to this person's scent.
Chi Ye had a nightmare. No matter how she called Shen Zhiyi in the dream, no one answered. He should have been holding her hand, but when he turned around, he disappeared.
He was running in a large grassland, shouting Shen Zhiyi. In the empty grassland, dark clouds pressed over the mountains.
He was worried that Shen Zhiyi would be scared when he saw this, so he ran and shouted as hard as he could, and then he woke up from his sleep with fear.
There was a collection of poems lying on his cheek. He rubbed it and put it away.
Shen Zhiyi was sleeping with her eyes closed obediently. Her breathing relaxed and slowed down. She must have entered dreamland.
He thought that his way of studying had worked, and he rubbed his brows with a little joy. He took out Shen Zhiyi's hand from the quilt and clasped his fingers with the other person's.
"I almost couldn't find you Shen Zhiyi."
He arranged the quilt, turned off the night light, and then fell asleep with the person in hand.
Shen Zhiyi opened his eyes and couldn't take his hand back, so he could only follow the other person's hand and helplessly close his eyes as if he couldn't see.
The next morning Chi Ye woke up first. Their hands had already been separated. I don't know who let go first. Shen Zhiyi was still sleeping and he didn't disturb her.
He got up more slowly, lay on the bedside and looked at Shen Zhiyi for a while, then quietly left the room and went to the guest bedroom to brush his teeth and wash his face.