Talking about love and delivering food (gl) + special episode

Gu Qing touched her feet, was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly looked away, "I'm fine."

"Huh?" Sang Yu thought that the other party was so serious and wanted to tell her something serious, but she didn't want to just say that.She lowered her eyes and felt a little lost for no reason, "Oh."

Gu Qing looked at her feet again, "The weather is getting hot, but the floor is still a bit cold, didn't your stomach hurt a few days ago?"

Sang Yu moved her toes, gave a perfunctory oh, turned and walked out, took two steps, then turned around and said, "My aunt is leaving."

Because of going to get the medicine, Gu Qingshi kept counting the time in her mind, so she didn't reply. When the person went out, she closed the door of the study and opened the private message page on Weibo.

The above two messages are still on the screen, not her imagination.

However, Gu Qingshi was in trouble again.

As a three-dimensional strange netizen, or a netizen who once said a few ambiguous teasing words to each other, how should she reply?

Outside the living room, when Sang Yu saw that Gu Qing was fine, as soon as he sat on the sofa, he couldn't wait to open the chat interface of Weibo private message.

It has been 5 minutes since the message was sent, and it has already been displayed as read, but she still has not received a reply from the other party.

Sang Yu stared at the two messages sent out again, and flipped through the chat records between them casually.

——Moe Moe-san, I can accept it too.

——Doting on me alone, is Mengmengsang afraid?

——It's the person I like named Sang.

In the blink of an eye, the information from the previous chat somehow jumped into Sang Yu's mind.

In an instant, the nerves all over her body tensed up, and her heart beat faster and faster. She had a vague guess but found it incredible.

Thinking of that possibility, Sang Yu felt a little thirsty. She put down her phone and just stood up when she felt thirsty again.

So, she sat down again, picked up her phone and looked at it, but there were still no unread messages displayed on the screen.

What reply are you expecting from the other party?

In fact, she didn't know it herself.

Sang Yu was fidgeting and biting her fingers habitually. After her emotions calmed down, she opened the input keyboard again: "Are you angry?"

The screen lit up for a moment, Gu Qingshi narrowed his eyes while looking at the latest message.

For herself, both of her feelings for Sang Yu and the purpose of approaching are the same.

But for Sang Yu, they are two different people, and they have different feelings for her as a neighbor and her on the Internet.

"Mengmengsang, why do you think I will be angry?"

So, be angry!

The two messages sent before have been read but not replied, but now they reply in seconds.

Sang Yu looked at the bold and bold words in the center of the screen—Sang Sang is a goddess, and she didn't know where her confidence came from, "Because you like me."

After the message was sent, Sang Yu couldn't explain why she was so nervous for no reason.

She is afraid that the other party will admit it.

However, I don't want the other party to deny it.

However, she was sure that she had a special liking for Gu Qingshi.

If you like that person's liking and are afraid of losing that person's liking, it is called liking.

It took a long time before Sang Yu received a reply from the other party: "If your neighbor likes you too, and you like each other, will you be together?"

"Mengmeng Sang is holding the hand of the son and growing old together with the son."

Hold your hand and grow old with you?

Sang Yu never thought about it.

Before she clearly realized that her liking for Gu Qingshi was beyond the boundary, she only knew that she was happy to stick with people and enjoyed staying in the same space with him.

However, she really never thought about being together forever.

In Sang Yu's long silence, Gu Qingshi's expectations were a little bit disappointed, but it was also expected.

Feelings are like everything in the world. There are thousands of things you like, but there are always very few people who are willing to work hard to get them.

So, just like it.

Gu Qing couldn't help laughing at himself, and there was a bit of resentment mixed with disappointment, "Look, even if I like you, what's the use?"

Unattainable liking, but it only adds to the troubles.

It was as if a basin of cold water had been poured on Sang Yu's head, cooling her down, and it was as if someone had exposed something she deliberately ignored, making her feel ashamed and annoyed.

"Hehe, then you should stop liking me, after all, unrequited love is very bitter."

The message was sent by Sang Yu unconsciously, and when she wanted to withdraw it, it was already displayed as read.

Even though she is still a stranger, she always feels that the tone of the other party's message is damn familiar, so she can't help but make up someone's face in her brain, so she can't help but say such angry words to people.

Sang Yu wanted to explain, but when she clicked on the keyboard, she didn't know where to start, and she was afraid that the description would become darker.

Gu Qingshi glanced at the newly sent message, and directly quit Weibo in anger.

Desire is indeed a bottomless pit. In the past, she only wanted to be close, and liking was an extravagant hope. Now I realize that what she wants is forever.

Gu Qingshi looked at his own reflection on the already black computer screen, and wanted to give himself a smile, but the corners of his lips tugged for a long time, but he still couldn't smile.

So, she comforted herself: "Gu Qingshi, you have no obligation to like her, and she has no obligation to repay your love. Everything is your wish. You should know how to be satisfied."

Willingly.

Gu Qingshi sat in the study for a long time again, the phone screen never turned on, the two-dimensional she and Sang Yu had an unhappy conversation this time.

At eleven o'clock, she walked out of the study. Sang Yu in the living room was in a daze with her mobile phone, not knowing what she was thinking. She stared at her for a long time, but she didn't respond.

"Sang Yu, it's time for lunch."

After she reminded, Sang Yu finally realized.

Because both of them had their own affairs in their hearts, they didn't talk much after lunch, except when cutting vegetables, Gu Qing really disliked the vegetables Sang Yu cut too much for her appetite, so she refused to let her cut them anyway.

Sang Yu vaguely felt that Gu Qingshi's attitude towards her was a bit different, but she also found that the other party looked disgusted when he saw her burn, thinking that the other party was in a bad mood because of the burn, and didn't take it to heart. Follow her as best you can.

The next day, regardless of Sang Yu's refusal, Gu Qingshi insisted on personally driving Sang Yu to Shashi to get the medicine.

The old Chinese medicine doctor did not prescribe the kind of traditional Chinese medicine to be decocted, but directly made small pills. Sang Yu was a little happy at first, but when she saw the weight, she couldn't be happy at all.

15 grams at a time, three times a day, according to the amount in the big bag, she will have to take it for at least half a year, especially these small pills are not weighed at all, 15g has four spoonfuls, and it is terribly bitter.

For Sang Yu, who can't bear hardships, it is simply sad.

Although he couldn't recover after taking the medicine, before leaving, Sang Yu still remembered to ask the old Chinese doctor to take a look at Gu Qingshi's burns, and bought a scar-removing ointment at a high price.

Although Gu Qingshi didn't say anything, he was really happy in his heart, even looking at the ugly wound on his hand, he didn't feel disgusted enough to accept it.

Sang Yu cared more about the burns on Gu Qingshi's hands than she did herself. Gu Qingshi often had to remind her to take the traditional Chinese medicine she brought back, but Gu Qingshi's burns were as punctual as an alarm clock, and she was reminded to apply the medicine every four hours.

Xu took care of it properly, such a large scald on Gu Qingshi's arm started to scab and grow new flesh on the third day.

The wound healed and new flesh grew, and it was extremely itchy. Gu Qing was still a little obsessive-compulsive, and wanted to scratch whenever he saw the scabbed dead skin.

Sang Yu didn't notice her habit at first, until the fifth morning when she was given the medicine, she found that there was a red patch that was extremely abnormal, and the dead skin on the outside was gone.

"Didn't the doctor say that this should fall off naturally, not to mention leaving scars, what if it becomes inflamed?" Sang Yu saw that she had scratched it off, the tender flesh was still bloodshot, and she was a little angry. Looking at it felt distressed, "Does it hurt?"

Seeing Sang Yu's angry appearance, Gu Qing had a rare expression of embarrassment, "I, I fell asleep, so I couldn't hold back."

In fact, Gu Qingshi only has this little hobby. Whether there is a small blister or a small scar on her body, she likes to scratch and peel off the dead skin.

Sang Yu heard the sense of grievance inexplicably from her lack of confidence, looked up at the other party's still cold face, and was so cute by the contrast, she couldn't help laughing, "Tsk, it turns out that Neighbor Gu still can't help it. What about when you live?"

Gu Qingshi turned his face away and ignored her.

"However, the wound grows flesh, and it's really itchy." Sang Yu also knew how to treat patients with enough time. She lowered her head and used a cotton swab to gently apply a layer on the wound, "I will sleep with you tonight, holding your other One hand is fine."