"Be careful where you step!"

Dou Sheng struggled to get up and turned on the lights in the room. The light suddenly came on, and Xie Lan subconsciously closed his eyes to avoid it, his feet were only a few millimeters off the ground, and he barely stopped the car.

After a while, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at the floor under his feet.

"..."

I would like to call it a tragedy on earth.

A bowl of snail powder basically sprinkled the open space on this side of the bed, with soup and ingredients, red, yellow, green, black and white mixed together, it was amazing.

Late-night eating and broadcasting wake-up videos are also very common on Youtube, and they are basically made by couples or roommates. Xie Lan has seen many before, but this is the first time he has seen such a hard-core one.

I saw it for the first time and had the honor to act in it.

Wutong, who was lying on the pillow, stood up, sniffed quickly with her pink nose, and the cat froze.

Then, Xie Lan clearly saw it yue, jumped off the bed with a plop, and quickly left the terrifying room against the wall.

It wasn't until the cat shadow disappeared that he recovered from his bewildered state.

Dou Sheng was standing in front of the bed, a position that could be reached with one kick.

"Dou Sheng!!"

Xie Lan was furious when she recovered, and grabbed Dou Sheng's collar, "Do you really want to fight!"

"Alas!" Dou Sheng was caught off guard by him, and exclaimed, "I didn't stand firm!"

late.

Xie Lan didn't expect him to focus on one foot at all. With this tug, Dou Sheng lost his balance and threw himself on the bed. Xie Lan was knocked down by him head-on, unable to resist, and could only see Dou Sheng's body in his vision. The face gradually covered the dazzling light above the head, and the silhouette against the light was getting closer and clearer--

With a bang, the two fell face to face on the bed.

Dou Sheng managed to stagger some distance from him in mid-air, but Xie Lan was still pressed under half of his body, and Dou Sheng's hip bone slammed into his side waist hard, causing severe pain.

He seemed to be stunned, and he didn't make a sound for a long time.

Someone's pajamas rubbed against his arm, it was very soft. In contrast, the hipbones on his waist appeared to be extraordinarily hard, which not only hurt people, but also made people feel a little dry in their hearts for no reason. In addition to the hip bones, Dou Sheng's one leg was slanted between his legs, and the other foot was placed close to his foot.

An unbreakable distance was suddenly broken again, too close, he could even hear Dou Sheng's breathing in his ears, and smell the peppermint scent of shampoo coming out of Dou Sheng's hair.

After a long time, Dou Sheng raised his hands to support the mattress, pressed his legs obliquely, knees slightly bent, and pushed his body up in a kneeling position.

After getting up, Dou Sheng limped and took a step to the side, coughed, and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I just sprained my ankle and couldn't stand firmly."

There was an awkward silence in the room.

After a while, Xie Lan's brain resumed working.

"A sprained ankle?" He sat up and looked at Dou Sheng's ankle, "Are you all right?"

Dou Sheng shook his head, "My feet are fine, are your arms fine?"

"Arm?" Xie Lan subconsciously looked at his "seriously injured" arm.

The room was quiet for a while, then Dou Sheng slightly hooked the corners of his lips, Xie Lan caught a glimpse of his expression, and the corners of his mouth moved accordingly.

Dou Sheng laughed out loud first, Xie Lan sighed helplessly, and followed suit twice.

"You are definitely sick, go to the hospital quickly and ask the doctor to wrap your head." Xie Lan gritted his teeth, "Also, wait, be careful when you sleep these two days."

Dou Sheng sighed, "I didn't expect to scare you like this, please don't move, I'll clean up the floor."

He limped out as he spoke. When he left, the smile on Xie Lan's face suddenly disappeared, and he sat on the bed and began to relax.

A thin layer of black vest was attached to the skin, and there was still a strange feeling where Dou Sheng's hip had been pierced just now, a little numb and a little hot. Taking advantage of Dou Sheng's absence, he quickly lifted his vest and glanced at his waist.

--No red, no blue, nothing abnormal, I don't know where that strange sense of existence comes from.

Dou Sheng came back soon, with a mop in his left hand and a bucket in his right. After taking off his pajamas, only a black vest that was exactly the same as Xie Lan was left. He limped over, put the bucket on the ground with a bang, first grabbed the garbage with a plastic bag sleeve, and then bent over and started mopping the floor.

Dou Sheng is usually considered a young master, but he doesn't procrastinate at all in his work. The vest fits the outline of his figure, and the right shoulder blade is in front of Xie Lan's eyes, and the muscle lines on the shoulder and arm rise and fall with the push and pull of the mop.

Just now when the two of them fell down, it seemed that Xie Lan had some kind of strange associative force. He seemed to have a perception of Dou Sheng's entire body frame, or he was curious, and his eyes couldn't help but look at him. I will look at Dou Sheng's crotch, then see his thighs, and then look up at his waist, shoulders and collarbone...

Xie Lan suddenly noticed that there was a very light red layer around Dou Sheng's collarbone, and further up, the neck and the roots of the ears were a little red. "Are you hot?" He suddenly asked without beginning or end.

In fact, he himself felt very hot.

Maybe summer is really coming, and it's the middle of the night, but it's actually hot.

Dou Sheng paused for a moment.

After a while, he continued to mop the floor, put the soaked mop into the bucket to clean it, and said calmly, "It's not hot. Are you hot?"

Xie Lan didn't speak any more, and his eyes fell on Dou Sheng's foot, which obviously didn't exert much force, "You leave it alone, I'll do it."

"No need." Dou Sheng shook his head immediately, making a gesture of reaching out to push him back, but he hesitated before his hand touched his shoulder, retracted after a while, and only said softly: "It's not a big deal if you sprain , your arms are precious, forget it."

Xie Lan could only stay on the bed, watching him mop half of the ground, and then go out to change the water with a bucket.

The sound of running water in the bathroom next door seems to be able to drag people out of some strange embarrassment a little bit.

Xie Lan was a little dazed, and subconsciously poked the phone open.

The first video posted in the upper left corner of the homepage of Station B is Young Master Ye Shen, who tagged the call for contributions. The title of the video is "I made a meal carefully, but was brutally beaten". This kind of title is full of gimmicks, and the video data performance is also good. It has only been released for four hours, and the number of views has reached almost 200,000. It is the best performance of Yeshen's recent data.

The sound of the water next door stopped, and Xie Lan stuffed the phone back under the pillow again.

He was a little restless, not because of Young Master Yeshen's video, but an indescribable feeling.

Maybe it was because of the puncture on the waist-until now, he felt a little uncomfortable where Dou Sheng's hip bone was punctured.

Dou Sheng came back with his things, put the bucket down, and continued mopping the floor while saying, "By the way, have you seen this kind of tricky video before?"

"Yeah." Xie Lan looked at him quietly, "But I haven't acted before."

Dou Sheng laughed twice, "This kind of video is actually not easy to make, and people's natural reactions are difficult to control. Like just now, you woke up earlier than I expected, and your reaction was stronger. It instantly raised the atmosphere and then It's over. Although the show works well, it can't hold a full video."

Xie Lan was restless, and couldn't quite hear what he said, but just stared at his silhouette in a daze.

Dou Sheng propped himself on the ground with a mop as a crutch, and continued: "Why don't we just shoot a script with a script, you wake up in the middle of my meal, and perform according to the script. It doesn't matter if it's fake or not. Then put the real reaction just now at the end, and tell everyone that the front is the script, and the back is the reality, what do you think?"

Xie Lan was a little dazed when he heard that, "Do you still want to use the material just now?"

Now, as long as he thinks about the material just now, he can immediately recall the way they fell together, and even recall the feeling of being crushed by half of Dou Sheng's body.

The footage itself is nothing, but the association is a little breathless.

Dou Sheng was a little surprised, "Don't you want to keep it, or do you mind appearing in a sleeping position?"

Xie Lan hesitated for a while, "Anyway, I think it's a bit weird, let's think of another way."

"That's fine." Dou Sheng sighed regretfully, then smiled again: "Then keep it for yourself, and I'll make it more beautiful and send it to you later."

Xie Lan: "...don't be so polite."

Dou Sheng laughed while mopping the floor, dragged to the window, and opened the window casually.

The weather is very peaceful tonight, even a little stuffy, there is not even a trace of wind, and there is no ventilation effect.

Dou Sheng glanced out the window and said, "This room smells too strong, go to sleep with me in my room tonight."

ah?

Xie Lan's scalp started to turn on automatically again, and subconsciously quickly refused: "No need, I can just stay in my room, I don't think it smells bad."

Perhaps it was because of the haste in his refusal that the room was suddenly quiet and a subtle embarrassment grew.

Dou Sheng paused for a while, then said in a low voice, that's okay, and lowered his head to continue mopping the floor.

Xie Lan looked back at him and found that his sprained foot had been stepped on the ground. After a quick drag, he went back to the room with the bucket and changed the bucket of water. When he came back, he dragged it again from the beginning until there was no stain on the floor. , even a little shiny because of a layer of water, reflecting his tall, thin and straight figure.

Dou Sheng picked up the bucket and said, "Then I will shoot this video in a different way, you should sleep well."

He went back to his room, picked up a new bag of Luo Dawang, and walked downstairs with another camera.

Xie Lan was stunned, "Do you have to shoot tonight? What do you want to shoot?"

"Eating and broadcasting." Dou Sheng turned back and smiled, "Silent eating and broadcasting has a little sense of situation. Don't tell me, I just thought of this topic just now. It's called late night mopping the floor. The audience likes to watch this kind of food without talking and bowing their heads, and maybe they can attract a wave of new fans. I will keep the voice recording down, and you can sleep with you."

For some reason, Dou Sheng was obviously smiling, but Xie Lan felt that he was slightly depressed. Because he talked more, especially when he explained more. Dou Sheng usually speaks in short sentences, except for insulting people or talking heart-to-heart, he rarely talks so much at once.

But where Dou Sheng's mood is depressed, he can't say.

"By the way." Dou Sheng seemed to suddenly think of something again, "Your room still needs to get rid of the smell. If you don't want to come to sleep in my room, you can find another room. The other two rooms in the house are clean."

Xie Lan was taken aback for a while, and it took a long time before he let out a cry.

He recognized this sentence, and the voice of "I don't want to come to sleep in my room" was a little lower than the other words.

Dou Sheng lowered his head and fiddled with the tripod, and asked casually: "I'll cook another bag, do you want to eat it? Try it, snail noodles are really Guangxi's intangible cultural heritage."

"Don't taste it." Xie Lan said subconsciously: "I'll just watch you record the video."

Dou Sheng smiled, "That's fine, anyway, I'll save some for you."

The sound of boiling water soon resounded in the kitchen. Xie Lan watched him skillfully set up the camera tripod by the side of the pot, and took pictures of the water boiling from several different angles. Three minutes later, turn off the heat and scoop up the powder, set up another pot to boil water, throw in the seasoning, and put the powder in the water for a second time.

Dou Sheng is very proficient in cooking noodles. When he finally turned around to throw out the trash, Xie Lan found that he had left a bag of ingredients and threw it directly into the trash can.

The pot quickly boiled, and the heat filled the air. Dou Sheng put the snail powder on the table, raised it with a box, and took the camera to set it up. The camera was very close, he didn't speak to the camera, he didn't even look at the camera, he just concentrated on eating fans.

The noodles should be very hot just out of the pot, but Dou Sheng didn't mind at all. The radio was pinned to the neckline of his vest. Boys of this age are the least procrastinated when eating, and they are very provocative, making people feel hungry just by looking at them.

Xie Lan sniffed subconsciously. This time, the cooked noodles seemed to have no smell at all, only fresh fragrance. In the middle of the night, it was even a little tempting.

He stood at the door openly and watched Dou Sheng eat the noodles, watching him pinch the far end of the chopsticks with his fingers and lightly move his wrist bones when picking the noodles. When swallowing, the Adam's apple slides gently on the white neck.

About three to five minutes later, Dou Sheng let out a long breath, got up and took out a can of iced Coke from the refrigerator, limped back to the camera, pulled the tab with one hand, let the carbon dioxide gushes out with a bang, and raised his head Gudong Gudong poured it down.

A can of Coke lasted about ten seconds, and then Dou Sheng squeezed the can and let out a comfortable belch.

He raised his chin towards the camera, and the moment the coke can was placed on the table, he pressed the stop button with his other hand.

In a video, there is no talking, and the camera is used casually, but the scene is full of sense, and it is still very youthful.

"That's it, call it a day." Dou Sheng snapped his fingers, got up and picked up the dishes and chopsticks into the dishwasher, "Are you sleeping?"

"Sleep." Xie Lan came back to his senses, paused and said, "I'll sit here for a while, wait for the smell to dissipate in the room, you go to sleep first."

Hearing the words, Dou Sheng seemed to want to persuade him, but he stopped talking a few times, and in the end he just said: "Then you go up early."

"Um."

Dou Sheng left, the kitchen was quiet, Xie Lan suddenly felt a little lonely.

He subconsciously looked up at the ceiling, went to the pot and filled out half a bowl of noodles that Dou Sheng had left for him, took out his mobile phone and ate while reluctantly poking at the video of Young Master Ye Shen.

The taste of the snail noodles is different from what he imagined. What Dou Sheng threw away should be stinky buns. Now that the smell is gone, the snail noodles are quite delicious. The soup is very fresh and the noodles are chewy, which is more special than the rice noodles and rice noodles outside Ximenwai.

While eating, he pulled back the progress bar of Ye Shen's video, found the key shot, watched it for a while, and then pulled back.

In all fairness, the program effect of Ye Shen's video is really good. He spent a lot of money in imported supermarkets to buy ingredients such as raw ham and black truffles, and made a table of dark dishes for his parents with weird seasonings. The idea is very ordinary, but it is very powerful to mobilize the audience's emotions. As far as the half-minute of being violently beaten at the end, at least it achieves a sense of pure joy, which is quite funny.

Xie Lan sorted through the videos and sighed at the empty bowl and mobile phone in front of him.

If this is the case, Dou Sheng's purely eating and broadcasting video will probably be suppressed.

How can that work?

*

At three o'clock in the morning, the whole house fell silent.

There was no sound upstairs or downstairs, and it was pitch black under the doors of the two bedrooms on the second floor.

But Xie Lan didn't sleep, he sat in front of the table with the desk lamp on, on the table was the camera that Dou Sheng left in his room, and the other end was connected to the ipad.

The ipad is also Dou Sheng's, and it's in his schoolbag during the day, so it's just for use.

The editing software that comes with the tablet is very general, and it is more troublesome to operate without a mouse, but fortunately, the material just now is only 1 and a half minutes long, so even fine editing does not require much work.

Xie Lan did it very hard. Dou Sheng's eating and broadcasting just now has the beauty of a scene that is moving in silence, and there is also a silence that is out of life. So as the ending egg, this video is naturally as contrasting as possible, and the atmosphere is more hilarious. The better, so that the ups and downs of emotions can directly boost the effect of the show, and compare the purely funny next door to nothing.

Xie Lan's fingers moved quickly on the screen, as nimbly as playing a violin. He chose a lively and funny BGM, and mixed a few bells with reminder effects in it, and added them to the moment when he turned over twice. And when he finally woke up and turned around, he added big head effects to himself and Dou Sheng, drew a circle of white borders on the spilled snail powder, added radial accent lines, and followed the snail powder inch by inch. Falling down one inch, pushing and pulling the rhythm of the video again, and finally made a two-minute easter egg.

It was nearly four o'clock when everything was settled.

Xie Lan stretched her waist, and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Hot water splashed on his body, and he stood under the shower and felt a little relieved.

In fact, he doesn't know what's going on with him, he absolutely doesn't hate Dou Sheng's approach, but in some moments, he will instinctively want to run and can't control it. Maybe this is the relationship between the two cats and the big cat that Dou Sheng said. The two cats just came to the big cat's territory and are willing to accept the big cat's licking, but when the big cat approaches, they will still tremble for a moment.

And the posture when he fell just now was a bit... weird.

It was the weirdness that he didn't want to recall.

Xie Lan dried her hair, came out of the bathroom, and took the ipad.

After thinking about it, he hugged his own pillow again.

The purpose is clear.

4:30.

Xie Lan stood at the door of Dou Sheng's room, looked at the sign that said "Business closes today", hesitated for a while, and asked tentatively in a very low voice, "Are you asleep?"

A reply sounded from the room almost instantly, "No, what's the matter?"

Listening to the voice, he was extremely awake, even more sober than when he came to secretly record the video in his room just now, and he looked completely awake.

Xie Lan was stunned for a while, and Dou Sheng asked inside again, "Have you finished eating the snail noodles? Not enough?"

ha?

Xie Lan was a little dazed, and returned to his normal voice: "I don't eat snail noodles. Take it, you haven't slept, then I'll go in?"

There was no response from the room, Xie Lan was about to open the door to enter, when the sound of Dou Sheng getting off the bed came from inside, a few seconds later, when the door opened, Dou Sheng and the moonlight behind him appeared at the door together.

The surroundings were dim, and it seemed that the pair of black eyes were a little silent and lost. But when his eyes fell on the pillow Xie Lan was holding, the pair of eyes froze for a moment, and then there seemed to be a gleam of light.

Dou Sheng asked in a low voice: "What's the matter?" "I have insomnia, the room smells so bad that I can't sleep, so I decided to come over and squeeze you." Xie Lan muttered and bumped him away and squeezed in through the door.

Dou Sheng seemed to be frozen at the door, and after a long time, he slowly closed the door again.

"Didn't you say you can't come to sleep?" He asked like this, but the tone at the end was a little upward.

Xie Lan ignored him and threw the pillow directly on the bed. bang.

He took the pillow to the side of the bed near the window, patted his side and said, "I think the material just now can still be used. After cutting it out, you can put it at the end of eating and broadcasting. The audience likes the different emotions before and after." Same thing."

"Cut it out?" Dou Sheng's expression was a little confused, "Don't you want to use it?"

"I think it can be used." Xie Lan casually threw the ipad on his pillow, "Take a look."

As he spoke, he pulled the quilt over his body, lay down and yawned, "You don't have to thank me too much."

Dou Sheng didn't speak for a long time, and looked down at the material twice.

"How?" Xie Lan asked.

Dou Sheng hummed, "It's very good, very mature, the kind that can be used directly."

Xie Lan couldn't help picking her lips when she heard the words, and asked in a low voice: "Then are you sleepy?"

"I'm not sleepy anymore." Dou Sheng sighed, "My good fellow, I originally thought that this booth would be finished in half an hour at most tonight, but I didn't expect so many things to come up, and you followed suit all night."

Xie Lan paused, and suggested in a low voice: "Then if you are not sleepy, why don't you get out of bed and edit the video now?"

Dou Sheng: "?"

Xie Lan hesitated for a while and then said, "Submissions need to rush for time...basic job requirements."

Dou Sheng held the tablet in a daze for a while, and grasped the key words: "Rush for time? Did someone else post the video first?"

As he spoke, he opened station B, and the recommendation in the upper left corner of the home page was still Ye Shen's video. Dou Sheng raised his eyebrows and clicked open.

He didn't turn on the sound, and only the young master Ye Shen was performing pantomime on the screen. Dou Sheng looked calm, watched for a few seconds, then pulled back a section of progress, watched for a few seconds, and then pulled a section, almost exactly the same node as Xie Lan just focused on, and finished the video in a short while.

Xie Lan said, "This is indeed funny, but from the beginning to the end, the emotion is the same, I think as long as you..."

Dou Sheng suddenly smiled, "It's okay."

Xie Lan paused, "What's the matter?"

"So that's what I said." Dou Sheng threw the tablet away, with a faint smile in his eyes, "It's enough for this submission to post the food and broadcast I just recorded, there's no need to add it for the sake of competition." The material you don't want to add. Although Ye Shen and I have been competing for the first place in the UP category of miscellaneous votes, there is no need to fight him to death in every video, not to mention, I have already won."

As he spoke, he fell down, pressed Xie Lan's hair, and said in a low voice, "I have won since a long time ago."

The author has something to say: In the middle of the night, the lazy man came in from the outside and rushed straight to the pillow where he was typing on the keyboard.

It lay down on the ground: I want to sleep with you tonight!

The bleary-eyed person typing on the keyboard: why?

Lazy said: Doudan is so hateful, you make something with a strange taste.

Hmm... The person typing on the keyboard covered it with a corner pillow: Good night then.

After a while, the person who was typing on the keyboard was about to fall asleep again, but he heard a sound of bone.

Opening his eyes, he found that the lazy man was walking out angrily.

Typing on the keyboard: What's the matter? ?

Forget it, I'm not used to it! Lazy left an angry back.

Eggs still have to make do with eggs.