Siheyuan: tomb robbing? I am serious about hunting.

Chapter 1061 Movement

The moon in the subway. The night at two o'clock in the morning was like a piece of velvet soaked in ink, too thick to be dissolved. The window of the rental house was not closed tightly, and the chirping of insects outside the window came in intermittently, mixed with the occasional sound of car engines passing by on the road in the distance, interweaving into a monotonous nocturne in the silent room. Su Wan did not sleep well. She had a very light sleep and was easily awakened by the slightest movement. In a daze, she heard the sound of a key inserted into the lock. The "click" sound of metal friction seemed particularly clear in the silent night. Her heart suddenly tightened, and she woke up instantly. Her eyes opened wide in the darkness, staring at the closed bedroom door. The door was gently pushed open, and a tall figure tiptoed in. It was Lin Shen. He moved very lightly, as if he was afraid of disturbing something. His footsteps landed on the old wooden floor, making an almost inaudible "creaking" sound. Su Wan didn't speak immediately, but just lay quietly, observing his figure in the faint moonlight that filtered through the gaps in the curtains. Lin Shen carried the strong damp smell of the subway tunnel, mixed with a hint of dust and sweat, a stark contrast to his usual clean and fresh appearance. He took off his coat and casually hung it on the hook behind the door. Water droplets on the coat dripped down the hem onto the floor, leaving a small dark mark. "Working overtime again?" Su Wan finally spoke, her voice hoarse from just waking up and a hint of barely perceptible heartache. She slowly sat up and reached out to turn on the bedside lamp. The dim light instantly illuminated the small bedroom, as well as Lin Shen's tired face. The dark circles under his eyes were darker than yesterday, like two thick ink stains. His eyes, which were once bright, were now bloodshot, losing their former luster. Lin Shen stiffened imperceptibly at the sound of her voice, then turned around and forced a smile. "Well, there was a server issue, and we've been busy fixing it now." His voice was clearly tired, with a barely concealed rasp, as if he'd been without water for a long time and his throat was dry and sore. He bent down to remove his shoes, but paused mid-sentence, as if mustering a great deal of courage. He looked up at Su Wan, his eyes filled with a hint of guilt and unease. "By the way, half of my performance bonus was deducted this month, so it might not be enough. Rent... you might have to pay the rent first." Su Wan's heart skipped a beat, as if struck hard. She said nothing, silently lifting the covers and stepping barefoot onto the cool floor. The coolness of the floor spread up through her feet, causing her to shiver slightly. She walked to the desk in the corner of the room, opened the bottom drawer, and pulled out her well-used brown wallet. The edges were frayed, and the leather had lost its original luster. Su Wan opened her wallet. There wasn't much money inside, just three crumpled fifty-yuan bills, carefully tucked into a pocket. These were her wages for her hard work proofreading scripts this month. She'd originally planned to buy Lin Shen a new shirt once she'd saved enough, as the cuffs of his white shirt were already frayed. Her fingertips trembled slightly as she held the three bills. She walked over to Lin Shen and gently pressed the bills into his palm. Lin Shen's palms were rough, thickly calloused from years of coding. As the bills touched his palm, Su Wan distinctly heard a muffled sound roll from his throat, as if he were suppressing a tremendous amount of emotion. "Or... maybe I should find a proper job?" Su Wan lowered her head, her gaze fixed on her toes. Her voice was as low as a mosquito's hum, her fingertips unconsciously picking at the frayed edge of her wallet, where the fabric had become fuzzy. She knew her words might upset Lin Shen. They had agreed that she would focus on writing the script while he would earn money to support the family. But seeing Lin Shen's increasingly haggard face and their struggling lives, she simply couldn't bear to let him shoulder so much alone. "No!" Lin Shen suddenly raised his voice, a hint of urgency and undeniable determination in his voice, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. But he quickly realized his gaffe and softened his tone, his tone pleading: "Did you forget what we agreed on? You focus on writing the script, and I'll earn money to support the family." He shoved the three fifty-yuan bills back into Su Wan's hand, his fingers accidentally brushing against hers, and both of them pulled back as if burned. "Don't worry, I'll take on some private work tomorrow and earn enough for the rent soon. Don't worry about these things." Su Wan met his determined gaze and opened her mouth to say something, but in the end, nothing came out. She knew Lin Shen's temper; once a decision was made, it was hard to change it. She silently put the money back into her wallet, and then stuffed the wallet back into the drawer. Lin Shen went to wash up, and the sound of water splashing came from the bathroom. Su Wan lay back on the bed, but she couldn't fall asleep. The desk lamp was still on, and the dim light cast a blurry shadow on the ceiling. She turned sideways and looked at the place next to her. Soon, Lin Shen would lie down here. Not long after, Lin Shen finished washing up and came out. He changed into a clean pajamas, and his hair was wet and still dripping. He walked to the bed and lay down gently, trying not to make too much noise. After lying down, he quickly adjusted his breathing and made an even breathing sound. He looked very tired. Su Wan, however, kept her eyes open, not wanting to sleep at all. She could clearly hear the even breathing of the person next to her and feel the faint body temperature emanating from him. She turned her head and looked at Lin Shen's sleeping face in the light of the desk lamp. His brows were slightly wrinkled even in his sleep, as if he was still worried about something at work. She looked up and looked at the ray of moonlight leaking from the ceiling. The moonlight came in through the gap in the curtains, like a silver ribbon, quietly spreading on the ceiling. The moonlight was very bright, cold and clear, which made her think of those nights in college. The moonlight at that time was as bright as it is now, but it seemed warmer. She remembered that when she was in college, Lin Shen always went to the library early to save a seat for her, and put a book she loved to read in her favorite window seat. Every time she walked into the library, she could always see that familiar figure in the crowd at a glance, and a warm feeling would surge in her heart. She remembered that in the school cafeteria, every time the sweet and sour pork ribs were served, Lin Shen would always rush over first and grab the last one for her. He knew that she loved sweet and sour pork ribs the most, but he was always reluctant to eat more and left it all to her. Looking at her eating with relish,