Shared male and female

The weather is getting hotter and the temperature is gradually rising. The breath of spring and summer is getting stronger every day. The green branches on the branches germinate quietly with vitality and grow silently at night.

Ruan Ting was lying on the bed, restless, as if something was surging with the booming business, he kicked off the quilt with his eyes closed, turned his body to the window and turned his head.

Suddenly, he felt the people around him get up, the plastic slippers rubbed against the floor, and Wen Xun seemed to get up to go to the bathroom.It was inconvenient for one arm to be injured. He dawdled outside for a while, then came back to close the door. Ruan Ting judged Wen Xun's movement trajectory from the sound he heard. He moved his ears and noticed that Wen Xun seemed to be moving towards him. come over.

Ruan Ting cheered up, showing a bit of inexplicable embarrassment. He didn't know what Wen Xun wanted to do. Just when he felt that Wen Xun was getting closer and closer to him, and his whole body entered a state of first-level alert, the quilt on his body was covered by someone. up.

The movement was very light and fast, and after a while, the sound of someone lying down came from the side.

Shocking himself into a sweat, Ruan Ting opened his eyes in the dark, and looked at the dark front in a little sleepiness. The clear moonlight leaked in, like dancing streamers, pure and ethereal.

The quilt covered his whole body, and Ruan Ting didn't move at all. Originally, he just had trouble falling asleep, but now he didn't feel sleepy at all. Did Wen Xun cover him with the quilt just now?

It turned out that Wen Xun didn't fall asleep either, no, that's not the point, the point is that Wen Xun covered him with the quilt.

In the world of adults, covering the quilt has nothing to do with the love of the elders, and it doesn't seem to have much to do with the ambiguity of the lover, but it succeeded in making Ruan Ting's heart beat faster, and he suffered from insomnia until two o'clock at night.

Ruan Tingcheng, who didn't sleep well at night, woke up the next night and couldn't scream no matter what.The sound of Wen Xun waking up didn't wake him up, nor did the aunt's loud voice downstairs. In a half-dream, when Wen Xun opened the curtains and Ruan Ting tucked his head into the quilt to avoid the scorching sun, it didn't help Wen Xun much. Pushing back the quilt with all his strength, Ruan Ting felt a chill all over his body, and the turbulent light flooded towards him. The world outside his eyelids was bright and warm, but he still opened his eyes reluctantly, facing his messy hair. The hair stared at Wen Xun angrily.

Ruan Ting pulled up the quilt unnaturally, "I didn't sleep well last night, why did you wake me up so early?"

Wen Xun glanced at him in disbelief: "You went to bed earlier than me last night, unless you got up in the middle of the night to do something bad."

Ruan Ting went to bed very early last night. Wen Xun remembered that he didn't even play with his mobile phone very much. Usually, when they lay on the bed, they played with their mobile phones back to back for a while, and went to bed when they were tired. Ruan Ting's life was actually quite self-disciplined. , and don't touch the phone until then, usually by the time Wen Xun turns off the lights, he has already closed his eyes.

"Hey, it's obviously you—" Ruan Ting woke up a little bit, and felt a little embarrassed when he thought of the quilt Wen Xun covered him last night. He couldn't say anything. He glanced out the window at the sunny day and said to Wen Xun: "Forget it, it's okay, but will I really have to stay in this house with you every day to watch the sun rise and set?"

Ruan Ting's face was sad, angry and mournful, as if he had been wronged so much, Wen Xun laughed, "You think I want to stay at home with you every day." Wen Xun shook his head and went to the kitchen. If it wasn't for the broken arm, He wouldn't be trapped at home every day, and the life without money in the account was simply unbearable.

After Ruan Ting got up, he washed hastily, turned to the kitchen, and finally understood why Wen Xun woke him up.

The smell of the food stimulated his appetite, Wen Xun had already prepared the meal,

One hand was wrapped in a bandage and hung in front of his body, while the other hand was not very flexible to perform some operations.

Ruan Ting rubbed his head, he was not really heartless, it was a little unreasonable to ask a sick patient to serve him, seeing Wen Xun was about to take out the steamed pork ribs from the pot, and when he touched the bowl, his hand was scalded and retracted, he walked forward Go, I belatedly wanted to show consideration to the patient, and yelled, "I'll come, I'll come."

Wen Xun glanced at him, responded, and made room for him, Ruan Ting shook his hand, reached in, picked up the bowl and brought it out.

The steaming bowl just out of the pot looked like a ball of fire, and Ruan Ting had the illusion that his skin would be scorched directly. He subconsciously wanted to throw the bowl out of his hand, and saw Wen Xun's poor face Resisting the impulse again, he quickly carried the fireball to the table.

The skin around the fingers turned white, limp, as if withered, probably because all the tissues were scalded to death, the pain was like explosive gunpowder all the way from the fingertips to the brain, energizing all nerves. It was so hot that it jumped up and down, and the nerves were blown out. Ruan Ting's eyes went dark, and he quickly reached into the sink, and poured cold water straight up.

The cold water poured down from his hands, and a new round of soreness and pain was on the way.

Gritting his teeth, Ruan Ting rushed his hand, with an expression of extreme pain. He just wanted to stretch out his fingers to see the injury, but suddenly his hand was held down by someone, and he continued to stay under the water column.

He hissed and looked down at his hands.

Wen Xun grabbed his wrist and the back of his hand, and the clear water jet passed over their hands, and the water splashed and overflowed onto the table.

Wen Xun's palm is warm, and the water flow is cool. The two different temperatures sticking to Ruan Ting's hand temporarily freezes the pain in his hand. On the contrary, the place where the palm and the back of the palm touch burns. The heat feels like being burned twice.

Ruan Ting turned his head.

At this moment, he was very close to Wen Xun, and he saw that Wen Xun's face was not very good-looking, his brows were slightly furrowed, and his eyes were staring at his hands without blinking.

"Go for a while longer."

These six words were almost sent directly from Wen Xun's mouth to Ruan Ting's ears, and Ruan Ting couldn't help holding the table with his other hand.

"Can you live?" Wen Xun complained.

Ruan Ting doesn't look very smart, and he doesn't look like someone who often does housework. He can scald himself with a bowl.

Ruan Ting had no intention of defending, nor did he want to. He turned his head, turned his back to Wen Xun and plucked his ears. Every word the subwoofer said in his ear was tormenting for him. Ruan Ting was exhausted physically and mentally. After a while, he took the initiative to pull out his hand, "That's enough."

Wen Xun wiped his hands and took out the served meal. Ruan Ting followed behind him, looking at the figure in front of him in a daze.

The tall, thin and straight figure was someone he knew.

Someone he shouldn't have known.

They are going to eat together.

But now Ruan Ting thinks this is a very common thing. He wakes up in the morning, argues with the other party, wanders around this small world, and then sits at the dining table with Wen Xun and eats plain food. meal.

He didn't feel that there was anything wrong, but gradually got used to the rhythm.

Habits are horrible.

Ruan Ting felt a complicated feeling in his heart. He ate breakfast slowly, and the two sat at the dining table harmoniously, but they seemed to be in harmony with each other. They looked at their mobile phones and browsed the websites they often watched. The atmosphere was quiet and serene. The other party exists like air, but it is not air, but an existence that cannot be ignored in the current life. Probably in the room, apart from the sound of eating and swallowing, there is only the sound of the clock ticking by.

That's how they started the day.

In the morning, Wen Xun dug out the toolbox from the utility room, and moved a small stool from the living room to the bedroom. Ruan Ting threw a piece of chocolate into his mouth, and followed him in out of curiosity. Look carefully at the light bulb inside, and look at the bunch of parameters on it.

"You need to change the light bulb." Ruan Ting leaned against the door and asked.

"En." Wen Xun focused on looking at the things in his hand, and answered briefly.

"I'll do it." Ruan Ting walked over and stretched out his hand to Wen Xun, "What are you waiting for, give me the light bulb, tell me how to change it, and I'll do it."

Ruan Ting started to be enthusiastic since the morning, and wanted to help one after another for the first time. Wen Xun was fooled by him. When he was distracted, Ruan Ting had already snatched the light bulb and stepped on the stool with one foot, "Isn't it just to change the light bulb? You Don't tell me and I will."

Ruan Ting stepped on the stool with both feet, and gently unscrewed the old light bulb. Standing next to him, Wen Xun raised his head, inexplicably at a loss.

Ruan Ting handed the old light bulb to Wen Xun, and after replacing it with a new light bulb, he said to Wen Xun, "Turn on the switch."

After Wen Xun turned on the switch, the light really turned on. Ruan Ting's mouth almost turned up, and he praised himself in a nonchalant way. Wen Xun vomited in his heart, "Come down quickly."

Ruan Ting took a step down, the center of gravity of his body became unstable, and the stool fell to the ground. Wen Xun quickly hugged his waist with one hand and saved him from the nightmare of falling to the ground with the stool. Ruan Ting kicked the corner of the wall, making a bang.

In the panic of survival, Ruan Ting grabbed Wen Xun's neck with one hand, and his other arm with the other.

Wen Xun endured the pain of his injured arm being pulled by Ruan Ting, and said with a livid face, "Can you let go?"

After reacting, Ruan Ting hurriedly got off Wen Xun's body, and there was a distance of one meter between the two of them. Ruan Ting fanned his face with his hand, looked at the front with wandering eyes, and shook his waist again, He raised his head and said, "This light bulb is too bright."

Wen Xun gave him a speechless look, packed up the toolbox and carried it out of the bedroom.

After Wen Xun left, the expression on Ruan Ting's face immediately disappeared, he kicked the stool out of boredom, and then stretched out his hand to squeeze his waist.

That was the place Wen Xun had hugged just now.

The scene of Wen Xun saving himself in desperation played back in Ruan Ting's mind over and over again, mixed with all kinds of BGM that suddenly played, Ruan Ting covered his forehead with the back of his hand and sighed.

"What are you doing, take out the stool." Wen Xun stood at the door again at some point.

Ruan Ting was startled, and thoughtfully replied that he knew.

After taking out the stool, Ruan Ting went back to his desk and turned on the computer, distracted and absent-minded. Outside the window, the willow trees in green clothes swayed in the wind, cutting the sunlight on the wall to pieces.

He opened Laikang's webpage, and the latest news on the news page was that an hour ago, Ruan Su proposed to reorganize the company's administrative decision-making department and increase investment and research and development in one of its luxury furniture brands.

Ruan Ting sneered at the screen. In addition to real estate, Laikang has also been involved in various other industries, and even joined the entertainment industry in recent years. As its leading furniture brand, Zhijia has occupied high-end furniture since its establishment. A large share of the furniture market is also Ruan Su's best work. Now that he has only left Laikang for a long time, someone is ready to move.

Some things, if you don't occupy them, others will occupy them.

Ruan Ting remembers that the furniture industry has always been Ruan Yao's heart disease. Others have been working here for many years, and they have always stayed away from the periphery.

It is not so easy to make any luxury brand. In addition to its own quality, publicity and marketing also consume a lot of energy and financial resources. It is also extremely difficult to build a brand value that consumers are willing to spend a huge amount of money on. It's easy to get caught in the dust and let the investment money go to waste.

The sunlight left a dazzling spot on the table through the window, Ruan Ting took out a pen, and turned it like he did in class when he was a student.

In his peripheral vision, Wen Xun sat on a small bench with his back turned to him, tilting his head to repair small objects all morning, the pen in Ruan Ting's hand turned slower and slower, gradually reaching the frequency of Wen Xun's clock turning. unanimous.

Circle after circle.

Time is pulled slowly and long like this.

Until the big bear broke in suddenly and broke the peaceful silence, he carried a bag of apples, stumbled to Wen Xun, and said to Wen Xun with a smile: "Brother Xun, lend me some money and pay it back soon. "

He slapped his chest loudly as he spoke, earnestly as if making an oath.

The author has something to say:

Ruan Dinh: Life always hits me.

Wen Xun: Fortunately, there is me. (low key