when the moon whispers

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case three girls

Three Paintings Exhibition

The riverside at dusk is really gentle and romantic, and Shao Jie's selfie with a strange angle is really ugly enough.

He probably wants to take a group photo with the "Shepherdess in the Cloud" on the other side of the river, or quietly record the lovers who reunited after a long absence not far away and embrace each other affectionately. This objectively fixed face at the moment when the chin is raised to the sky is quite obviously funny.

Jiang Mo held the hot milk and blew, but unconsciously turned his gaze to the phone.Disgusted and with difficulty, she shifted her eyes from his ostentatious heart-shaped nostrils, staring at Shao Jie's nonsense text message, hesitated for a while, and decided to put it aside for the time being.

She took a sip of the milk, spit it back so sour, sniffed her nose, and suddenly realized that the two holes below the bridge of the nose were blocked and almost airtight—it was probably because she just tore a piece of clothing when she was sleeping in the dark It was covered, but it was attacked by the cold air of the early winter night.

Jiang Mo was a little frustrated. He squatted in front of the trash can, picked out the milk carton, checked the expiry date, and threw it back. With drooping eyelids, he expressed sternness towards this brand of room temperature milk that had expired in the refrigerator for a month and was too sour to drink. The condemnation and dissatisfaction, then pulled the slippers to get up, went around to the cabinet drawer, dug out an unsealed box of cold medicine from a mess of sundries, was about to choke in it, but suddenly sneezed, out of the corner of the eye He glanced at the production date on the eye medicine box, then silently put down the capsule, picked up his phone, and sent a message to Yu Luo, who has been stationed in the emergency room all year round.

"Can I still take cold medicine that expires for a year?"

"Do you want to die?" Yu Luo probably wasn't busy at the moment, so he added another curse after a second: "If you don't have a fever, drink plenty of hot water and sleep more. If you have a fever, go to the hospital. I'll call you the emergency number." .”

Jiang Mo quickly judged Yu Luo's serious tone of using punctuation marks, and felt that this thing should not be eaten indiscriminately if it is expired-it doesn't matter if the effect of the medicine decreases, if it goes bad, it will be fatal.So she could only regretfully throw the whole box of cold capsules that had been opened but hadn’t eaten two capsules together with the milk carton. Turning to the home-specific sportswear and pants, he scratched open the dialog box that Yu Luokuang bombarded, intending to deal with this irritable angel in a white coat first: "No fever, just catch up on sleep." Cover the quilt, drink some hot water and go to sleep, you are busy with your work."

The other person quickly replied with a "?", as if subconsciously expressing incomprehension and ignorance.

Jiang Mo's mushy head froze for a few seconds, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and raised his eyelids a little to look at the name and historical information on the top of the dialog box, only then did he suddenly realize what a deserving obstacle she had created—she just Taking a quick glance at the stream of messages on the lock screen, one out of ten accidentally pokes a letter from Shao Jie that got mixed in.

However, before Jiang Mo could digest this slightly grandiose unexpected situation, Shao Jie had already chased after him with a phone call, apparently intending to find out directly.

Her mind was in a daze, and somehow she had the illusion of guilt that someone had caught her bag. Without even thinking about it, she hung up the call and threw the phone out, then stuck out her fingertips to hook it back as if she saw a ghost First of all, he prevaricated Yu Luo's mother-in-law's copy and paste, and then slowly twirled his fingertips to think about how to deal with Shao Jie.

But thanks to the cool breeze that sneaked in at night in early winter, Jiang Mo's mind was so dull that he almost stopped working for more than half of his time. Shao Jie's third phone call had already been persevering. Come to the door.

No complaints or grudges first, and then hanging up is a bit "disrespectful for the old". Jiang Mo sighed, and simply did not struggle and feared hardships and dangers. He boiled hot water and walked back to the living room with his mobile phone. After answering the phone and turning on the speakerphone, I collapsed on the sofa with a headache.

"Hello..." "Jiang Mo, what's the matter with the fever? Have you caught a cold? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

Shao Jie's voice was clear and steady, just like his persistent and clean eyes when he looked at Jiang Mo, and the movement like mosquitoes humming on weekdays was clearly knocking on Jiang Mo's ears, as if in harmony with the sunset on the banks of the Seine. The wind swarmed towards Jiang Mo, who threw herself into the dark night at will in a low voice, wrapped her up so that her spirit bounced violently, and she moved her phone away with goosebumps all over her body: "...No, it's okay, I'm just Organize the commonly used medicines in the cupboard at home, uh...ask Doctor Yu, it’s not about taking medicine—"

Shao Jie didn't speak first, but listened to Jiang Mo's non-intentional fooling explanation and sighed long and depressed, and helplessly interrupted the excuse she couldn't make up: "Jiang Mo, listen to your nasal voice, this excuse is your own. Believe it or not?"

"I don't believe it." Jiang Mo felt that his brain cells had all gone on strike at this moment, and he didn't realize how serious the problem of the title of "equal" was. The matter has nothing to do with her: "I really don't have a cold, I guess it's just running around and catching a cold, and my nose is stuffy, just drink some hot water, as Doctor Yu said, there's nothing wrong—"

"...I didn't mean not to reply to you just now, I only saw the news when I was holding the phone..." Jiang Mo felt a little sorry for Shao Jie's repeated silence that seemed to be wronged, and he thought he was blessed to the heart when he talked to himself halfway It suddenly dawned on him that he thought he was having a child's temper, and after explaining a few sentences, he realized that she seemed to have fallen into Shao Jie's emotional trap and made an extremely low-level passive mistake. A few small sparks of anger turned into embarrassment were wiped out, but before they could ignite, there was a very soft laugh on the other end of the phone, which cut off Jiang Mo's temper that was about to get angry.

"Did you see that photo?"

Jiang Mo's brain was at a standstill and he couldn't do anything about him, so he simply raised his hands in surrender, and let him go if he couldn't be fooled, "...I saw it."

"Isn't it a nice shot?"

"You change the question to something less conscientious. I'm afraid of being struck by lightning for lying and deceiving people."

"..." Shao Jie was silent for two seconds, and was suddenly surprised to find that Jiang Mo seemed to be able to occasionally ignore the duties of a public servant that a policeman must strictly uphold in front of him. The inviolable distance boundary of "Equality" was also slightly shaken, the whole person was soaked in unlucky depression, and even the tone of voice was vivid and vivid as if jumping in front of his eyes - even though Jiang Mo was just seriously disgusted that his selfie could not be judged.

"...I'm asking about the banks of the Seine at dusk."

Jiang Mo was a little ashamed. He never expected that one day he would suffer from the loss of his mouth faster than his brain. After thinking about it, he could only avert his eyes shamefully, "...um...you won't come back after the competition. It's the end of the year for your unit. Team building?"

"How do you know I'm finished?" Shao Jie asked playfully, but he didn't force Jiang Mo to talk about him awkwardly. He just raised his hand and scratched his eyebrows before she hung up the phone in embarrassment. Twice, with a chuckle, he picked up Officer Shangjiang's "self-throwing net" words: "Almost, it can be regarded as the team building of outstanding players in the domestic competition area. But I will only stay here for two more days, and there will be celebrations in China after a while Banquets or other activities, but this year these events seem to be organized in Sheng'an, and we can basically be on vacation until the start of the next season..."

Shao Jie roughly guessed that Jiang Mo actually had little interest in the field of e-sports, which he knew little about. After explaining a few words in an easy-to-understand manner, his attention was drawn to the rustling sound on the phone.

Jiang Mo seemed to be stuffed into the pillow and sneezed first, then grabbed the phone and pulled a single slipper and went straight to the kettle that was tumbling non-stop. She jingled out the cup Rinse with cold water, lift the kettle to pour water halfway, but the sound of boiling water stopped abruptly, only two successive crisp sounds of "Ding" and "Hang Lang", but two seconds later, Jiang Mo suddenly twitched The sound of a breath of cold air rushed to Shao Jie's ears mixed with the noise of the phone call——Shao ​​Jie shook his shoulders slightly as if he had been burned, and frowned when he heard the sporadic voice on the other end of the phone: "Why? Jiang Mo?"

"Follow the doctor's advice to boil the pot of water. The cup exploded, almost soaking you."

Jiang Mo had completely given up trying to save face, but he didn't know if the microphone was soaked in water or Jiang Mo turned on the faucet again to rinse something, his voice seemed to be trapped in water mist: "Well...do you have anything else to do? It's okay to hang up first, I have to..."

She was probably immersed in the depression that misfortunes never come singly, and was agitated for a few seconds, then sighed heavily, "Clean up."