This attack is poisonous

Seeing that he was silent, Chen Rong couldn't help asking tentatively, "What about you? Have you thought of me these days?"

Of course I have, and I have thought about it many times.

But Xiaoqian just couldn't speak it out like Chen Rong, he forced himself not to be so coy, but in the end he just hummed.

But this was enough to make Chen Rong happy, he didn't suppress his happiness, and laughed softly.

His voice is nice, usually very low when he speaks, occasionally a little hoarse, very sexy.

Chen Rong's deep and pleasant laughter reached Xiaoqian's ears, making him blush unconsciously.

"What are you laughing at?" Xiaoqian asked in a reproachful tone.

"I'm very happy. I thought I was the only one who valued our friendship so much. I'm really happy to get your response." Although Chen Rong was still laughing, he said in a very serious tone.

"I... have few friends, how could I not value them?" Xiaoqian said softly.

Chen Rong became even happier, and his laughter became much brighter.

After the two arrived in the front shop, Xiaoqian dug out his obsolete mobile phone for the elderly from a dilapidated backpack, and handed it to Chen Rong, asking him to save the phone number.

This kind of thing is an old antique to Chen Rong. He held it in his hand and looked at it for a while with mixed emotions, before turning on the screen, and looking for the method of setting the shortcut key for dialing in a strange way.

In the end, he checked the Internet with his mobile phone before he could figure it out.

"I set the number 1, try pressing it." He put the phone into Xiaoqian's hand and said.

Xiaoqian touched the number 1 button and pressed it, and the old man's phone began to broadcast Chen Rong's number with a super loud voice, and both of them were stunned by the abrupt voice.

Chen Rong didn't expect this old antique to have such a function, but then he thought that Xiaoqian would hear his mobile phone number as long as he called him, which seemed good.

Xiaoqian didn't think about it for a while, after all, he rarely calls others, and only the landline number of the massage shop is stored in his mobile phone, and it is usually Lao Li who calls him.

Hearing Chen Rong's voice that couldn't help laughing, he felt a little embarrassed, but also thought it was really funny, so he laughed too.

Both of them laughed enough, Xiaoqian continued to ask: "The Mid-Autumn Festival will be in a few days, you want to go home for the festival?"

"Not necessarily, there is no one in my family, and all the elders have passed away." Chen Rong replied, if the company was fine, he would be more willing to stay here to spend the holiday with Xiaoqian.

"Feel sorry."

"It's okay, it's been a long time. Besides, I don't have any relationship with them." Chen Rong's tone was indifferent, with no nostalgia or residual hatred.In his view, when a person dies, everything is over.

Xiaoqian became depressed because of this, and soon it will be his mother's death day, but he is an unfilial son, and he can't even visit her grave.

"Are you... thinking of your family?" Sensing his depression, Chen Rong asked cautiously.

He probably remembered that Weng Jie's mother, Qian Junjun, passed away in autumn, and the cause of death was amniotic fluid embolism.

After Dan Weng Jie was exposed to the scandal of being adopted by others, his father Dan Lingfeng insisted on cutting off relations with him, and later urged Qian Junjun to have another child.

At that time, Qian Junjun was in her 40s. In order to ease the relationship between father and son, she went to have a test tube with Dan Lingfeng.

What she wanted was to wait until the second child was born before pleading with Dan Lingfeng. After all, blood is thicker than water, but Lingfeng should not be so cruel and really don't want Xiaojie.

Fortunately for the couple, the embryo was successfully implanted in a short time, and the development has been normal for the first few months. There were no major problems until the delivery.

No one thought that Qian Junjun would die on the operating table.

But Weng Jie's future was ruined after the scandal, and he was kept in captivity by Chen Rong, and he didn't even see Qian Junjun for the last time.

Thinking of this, Chen Rong felt uncomfortable because of self-blame and guilt.

He knew that Dan Weng Jie had a very good relationship with his mother, which was many times better than that with his father, Dan Lingfeng.

"Well, I miss my mother." Xiaoqian didn't expect that he would cry in front of others. He realized that he had shed tears and quickly wiped the tears on his cheeks with the back of his hand, then lowered his head and calmed down his sudden out-of-control emotions silently.

Seeing him crying, Chen Rong's heart ached. He wanted to say something, but at the moment, he couldn't utter a single word from his glib mouth. In the end, he could only raise his hand and stroke Xiaoqian's back lightly. comfort him,.

Xiaoqian held back his tears after a while, and then he said to Chen Rong with some embarrassment: "Sorry, I lost my temper."

Chen Rong grabbed his hand, squeezed his palm lightly, and said apologetically before Xiaoqian withdrew his hand: "I also want to say sorry to you, for reminding you of unhappy things, and I am not very happy." will comfort people."

Xiaoqian didn't take his hand back in the end, he kept holding hands with Chen Rong stiffly, and when he was troubled by not knowing what to say, Aunt Li suddenly yelled and asked: "Xiaoqian, does your friend want to stay for lunch at noon? "

Aunt Li had never seen much of the world, so she couldn't see the nobility in Chen Rong, so she only treated him as a friend of Xiaoqian.

"Do you want to stay for dinner?" Xiaoqian asked Aunt Li's words.

"Okay, I haven't eaten home-cooked food for a long time." Chen Rong said.

He actually didn't want to eat home-cooked food, and he wasn't too happy to eat in this kind of place, but Xiaoqian was here, so he stayed without hesitation.

"Auntie, please add a pair of bowls and chopsticks, thank you." Xiaoqian raised his voice and shouted inside.

"This child, why are you being so polite?" Aunt Li muttered with a smile.

After being crossed by Aunt Li, the heavy atmosphere just now dissipated a lot.

Xiaoqian realized that Brother Zheng was still holding his hand, quickly took it back, and coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment.

Chen Rong rubbed his index finger with his thumb, and then made a fist again, suppressing the loss caused by empty hands.

Chapter 23

The two chatted for a while, and then Aunt Li yelled for dinner.

Uncle Li went over to set up the folding table for eating, and went into the kitchen to help Aunt Li serve the dishes.

Chen Rong went there with Xiaoqian, and two other blind masseuses also came after hearing the news, and one of them just had a rest today, so he didn't come to the shop.

Xiaoqian, as usual, planned to move the stack of plastic stools and separate them one by one. Seeing this, Chen Rong hurried to help him.

The stools are red and look as old as this shop. There are some simple patterns on the surface, and dust has accumulated in the recessed places, converging into black lines, which are particularly conspicuous in the red.

That's not to mention, some stools still have obvious oil stains on the surface, and there are two cracked stool legs, and a few yellow tapes are rudely pasted on the cracked places, which looks so shabby and shabby.

Chen Rong calmly chose two relatively clean stools, and reserved them for him and Xiaoqian, then bent down and spread out the other stools around the greasy table.

After the dishes were ready, Aunt Li began to serve everyone rice. Chen Rong found that the bowls they used were all very big, especially the ones for masseurs, which were almost like soup bowls.

After the meal was finished, Aunt Li asked the three blind masseuses one by one what dishes they wanted to eat, and she also reported the name of the dishes, saying that the dishes she made today included scrambled eggs with onions, fried meat with green peppers, shredded potatoes with vinegar, fried winter melon, and a pot of tomatoes egg soup.

Chen Rong watched Aunt Li put the dishes into a bowl for the blind, and then she understood why their bowls were so big.

That's right, they can't see it, and it's definitely not easy to pick up vegetables, so it's much more convenient to eat.

It's just a few dishes mixed together, it seems a bit messy.

After setting out the dishes for the three of them, Aunt Li greeted Chen Rong again, telling him not to be too polite, but to pick whatever he wanted.

Chen Rong didn't really want to eat it, but he wanted to stay for dinner. It would be impossible if he didn't eat a bite, so he picked up the big porcelain bowl with a gap in it, and forced himself to start eating like Xiaoqian .

Uncle Li glanced quietly at Chen Rong. He could see Chen Rong's rejection of this environment. He couldn't accept it and wanted to stay for dinner. He wasn't someone who lacked the money for the meal. He couldn't understand this person. What is the picture.

You can't really just want to be friends with Xiaoqian.

He could tell that Xiaoqian was happy to stay with Brother Zheng.

Xiaoqian is obviously different from the other blind people he has taken in. Lao Li guessed that he probably had a good background before, probably from a big city. It's boring, it's hard to make a young and connotative friend, and he can understand that Xiaoqian values ​​this person so much.

It's just that he is always worried that Xiaoqian will be cheated by others. This kid has no heart and treats people very sincerely. If you treat him well, he will be very grateful. He must find an opportunity to repay him twice.

After dinner, Xiaoqian had to help Aunt Li clean up the dishes. Chen Rong hardly did any housework, and he hated touching those greasy things, but he still competed with Xiaoqian to finish the job.

Xiaoqian had no choice but to collect the stool, Aunt Li wiped the table, and Uncle Li put it away.

Aunt Li saw that Chen Rong's clothes were neat and clean, so she couldn't bear to ask him to help wash the dishes, so she took care of the work herself, and drove him and Xiaoqian out with a smile, letting them play.

After leaving the kitchen door, Xiaoqian couldn't help complaining to Chen Rong in a low voice, "Aunt Li treats us like children."

His expression at this time is more lively than usual, those beautiful deer eyes are fully opened, and it is not even possible to see the dullness in his eyes under the sun, and his nose is wrinkled when he speaks, as if he is quite dissatisfied , but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Chen Rong was dumbfounded, and after a while, he laughed and teased him: "Aren't you just a child?"

"Where am I young? I'm already 28, almost middle-aged." Xiaoqian said unconvinced, and his tone was rarely childish.

Chen Rong sneered, and the two of them laughed and quarreled again. Suddenly, Chen Rong took out something and stuffed it into Xiaoqian's hand.

"What is this?" Xiao Qian asked confusedly.

"A little gift for you." Chen Rong didn't wait for him to refuse, and explained: "It's an electric razor, you always hurt yourself when you shave, I tried this, and it won't hurt even if you close your eyes people."

Xiaoqian was startled, but in the end he couldn't say no, so he had to say thank you to him.

He didn't know that the price of the little thing that Chen Rong gave was higher than all his savings. He thought it was an ordinary one worth tens or more than 100.

Even though his original family was considered middle-class, he never imagined that the price of a razor would be five figures.

"You're welcome, as long as you are willing to accept it." Chen Rong breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, the things have been delivered, and I should go too. I have something to do in the afternoon. If you want to find me, you can call me. When will It's all right."

Xiaoqian responded, sent him out of the store, and returned with the electric shaver.

He found his backpack and carefully put the things in it.

It's been a long time since he received a gift from a friend, so he couldn't help touching the metal razor with a smooth protective film on the surface, and then slowly closed the zipper of the backpack.

If you receive a gift, you have to return it, but what can he give Zheng Ge?

What should I give?He thought a little distressed.

Until the evening when I got off work and went back, Xiaoqian didn't think of what gift to prepare.

It is really not an easy task to choose something that is within his financial affordability, that is not too shabby and that is useful to Brother Zheng.

He took a shower in the store today, and tried the razor by the way, it was really useful, he really didn't expect Brother Zheng to keep such a trivial matter in mind, and even sent it to him specially.

Xiaoqian went back to his rental house, opened the door, put down his backpack, took out the dirty clothes he had changed inside, and carefully took out the electric shaver from the interlayer, held it in his hand for a while before putting it away to the table.

He was about to go out to do the laundry when the phone in his pocket rang.

This machine will voice announce the number when making a call, and it will also when calling.

Xiaoqian listened to the phone number before pressing the connect button: "Brother Zheng? Is there something wrong?"

"You know it's me." Chen Rong's tone was obviously surprised.

"I heard the number." I heard it once in the morning, so I have some impressions, and besides Brother Zheng, there should be no one else calling him.

"Are you off work?" Chen Rong asked on the phone.

"Well, I just came back." Xiaoqian replied truthfully.

"I'm almost at your place, don't sleep yet, I brought you something to eat." Chen Rong said.

"Ah? Oh, okay, thank you Brother Zheng." Xiaoqian said in surprise, he didn't expect Brother Zheng to come to him so late, and he just met him the next day.

Although he was a little embarrassed to accept Zheng Ge's food, but everyone came, and he couldn't let them go back now.

"Then just wait a moment, I'll be there soon." Chen Rong said with a smile.

"En." Xiaoqian replied.

Not long after the call was hung up, he heard footsteps outside, and then a knock on the door. Chen Rong gently knocked on the door and asked in a low voice, "Are you there?"

Xiaoqian responded quickly, got up and went to open the door for him.

The room was pitch black again, and Chen Rong couldn't even see Xiaoqian's face clearly.

"Can you turn on the light?" He couldn't help asking, he wanted to see Xiaoqian.

"Ah?" Xiaoqian was obviously taken aback. He was not used to turning on the lights. He only realized after hearing Chen Rong's words, "Oh, sorry, the switch is at the door. I'll try to see if the lights are still on."

He touched the switch on the wall, pressed it, and asked Chen Rong, "Is it on?"

The incandescent lights in the room flickered and went out.

It has not been used for a long time, and the lamp is relatively old, probably the filament is blown.

"The light seems to be broken. It's fine. I'll take a picture with my phone. I'll change the light bulb for you tomorrow." Chen Rong said.

He has only seen incandescent lamps in movies, and he has never changed any light bulbs, so he said that tomorrow, he needs time to learn.

"Sorry, my place is too crude." Xiaoqian said shyly.

"It's okay." Chen Rong skipped the topic that he didn't know how to answer, and continued, "I brought you some snacks, try it and see if you like it."

He turned on the light on his mobile phone, put the beautifully packaged snack box on the dilapidated wooden table, unpacked it, and took a piece to Xiaoqian's mouth.

Xiaoqian smelled the fragrance, quickly took it with his hand, and said nervously: "I, I can do it myself, thank you."

Chen Rong took advantage of the light from the flashlight of his mobile phone to watch Xiaoqian put the snack into his mouth and took a bite.

"How is it? Is it delicious?" Chen Rong asked expectantly.

Xiaoqian quickly swallowed what was in his mouth, and replied with a somewhat ambiguous voice: "Well, it's sweet-scented osmanthus cake, it's quite delicious."

He doesn't really like sweets, but he likes the scent of osmanthus, and this osmanthus cake is sweet but not greasy, and the taste is really good.

"Then you should eat more," Chen Rong said with a smile, and then he couldn't help adding: "You are too thin."

Xiaoqian obediently stuffed the remaining half of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake into his mouth. Delicious food always makes people feel happy, but his current mood is a bit complicated. In addition to being happy, there is also some uneasiness of being flattered, and a hint of imperceptible saying Unexplainable throbbing.

He finished chewing the pastry with lowered eyes, and said hesitantly, "Brother Zheng, why are you... why are you so kind to me?"

"We are friends." Chen Rong said as a matter of course.

"Is it really just because of this?" Xiaoqian blurted out.

His voice was very soft, and his tone was a bit ethereal, as if the words dissipated in the air as soon as he left his mouth, making people wonder if he had heard it wrong.

Chen Rong was puzzled for a moment, but soon confirmed that he had heard correctly.

This is a good opportunity to confess, Chen Rong judged in his heart.

But he also felt that if he pierced the window screen, Xiaoqian would most likely keep a distance from him.

After all, Xiaoqian doesn't like men, and even if he does, he may not be able to accept him, even though he has concealed his identity now.

So Chen Rong swallowed back the love words that came to his lips, smiled and comforted Xiaoqian and said, "Don't think so much, I just think that I hit it off with you and want to get along with you more. Besides, I didn't do anything, You don't have to worry about it."

Chapter 24

Xiaoqian was silent for a while, and then said with a forced smile, "Thank you Brother Zheng."

"You're really too polite." Chen Rong said, "By the way, can you give me a glass of water? I'm a little thirsty."

Xiaoqian hurriedly bent down to touch the kettle under the table. Fortunately, there was still boiling water in it, but it was left over from last night, so he asked Chen Rong embarrassedly: "The boiling water was yesterday. If you are not in a hurry, I'll burn it again."

"Don't bother, I don't mind." Chen Rong said.

Anyway, facing Xiaoqian, his living habits have long since ceased to be particular.

"There is only one cup, let me wash it." Xiaoqian picked up the chipped ceramic cup and wanted to go out to wash it, but was stopped by Chen Rong.

Chen Rong took the cup from him, picked up the kettle and poured out a cup, and poured it down directly.

He was indeed thirsty, and he wanted to use the cup that the pennies had used.

Xiaoqian blushed for some reason when he heard the sound of him drinking water.

He didn't notice it himself, he just felt a little hot, but Chen Rong saw it.

Chen Rong froze there holding the rough ceramic cup, staring straight at the intoxicating blood on Xiaoqian's face.

Is it...

"Do you want more?" Xiaoqian asked suddenly.

He thought that Chen Rong was extremely thirsty, and that glass of water should not be enough. His glass only had a capacity of two to three hundred milliliters.

Chen Rong came back to his senses, suppressed his messy thoughts and said, "I'll do it myself."

Then he poured another glass of water, and this time he drank much more slowly, but Xiaoqian could still hear him drinking the water.

Xiaoqian felt a little strange that his body was getting hot, maybe he was about to get sick.

Moreover, he also wants to drink water now.

But the cup was used by Brother Zheng, so he couldn't wash it in front of others. After all, Brother Zheng didn't dislike him, but he did mind drinking from the cup that Brother Zheng just used. It's not because he thought it was dirty, he even ate garbage But, I don't care about these anymore.

He was suddenly a little irritable, and he couldn't figure out why he was like this.

Chen Rong finished drinking the water, put the cup back on the table, and asked, "Do you need me to wash it?"

"No, no, just let it go." Xiaoqian said quickly, because he was a little anxious, he spoke very fast, and even raised his voice a lot.

Chen Rong was silent for a while, then suddenly approached him, and said softly, "You... blush."

Hearing this, Xiaoqian immediately reached out to touch his face, it was indeed very hot, but why did he blush?

He was at a loss thinking about how to explain it to Brother Zheng, but Chen Rong pressed his palm to his forehead and asked with a doubtful tone: "Are you sick? It feels like your temperature is a little high."

The palm on his forehead was cold, and Xiaoqian felt better. He almost couldn't help rubbing his cheek against Chen Rong's palm. After realizing his strange longing, his face became a little hotter. Even the breath he exhaled was a little hot.

Chen Rong was very close to him, and when he felt that his breathing was hot, he became nervous, "Isn't it really a fever? Do you have a thermometer here?"

"No...no." Xiaoqian took a step back and distanced himself a little from his palm.

He can't see it, and the thermometer can't be used when he buys it. It's better to go to the clinic to see a doctor.

"Is there any other discomfort in your body? Do you want me to accompany you to see a doctor?" In autumn, the temperature changes greatly, and it is easy to catch a cold. He is afraid that Xiaoqian is really sick.

"No, you don't need to go, I'm fine." Xiaoqian said hesitantly, the clinic near this point should be closed soon, and he can't go to the hospital because the hospital needs an ID card.

He has never used his ID card in the past few years. He is afraid that if Chen Rong is still looking for him, he will find out his location through those records.

"Are you really okay?" Chen Rong asked worriedly.

"It's okay." Xiaoqian insisted.

Chen Rong stared at him for a while, but in the end he didn't insist on asking him to see a doctor.

"Then go to bed early today. If you feel uncomfortable and need my help, just call me. It doesn't matter what time you call." He gently urged.

"Thank you...thank you." Xiaoqian felt his heart beating faster.

"Then I won't bother you, I'll go back first." Chen Rong said.

Xiao Qian sent him to the door, the two said good night to each other, and Chen Rong left.

Xiaoqian finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard his footsteps going away, and went back to the house clutching his beating heart.

He sat on the bed, touched his cheeks that were still hot, and couldn't help but move his hand to the forehead touched by Chen Rong. He obviously planned to sort out his thoughts, but his mind went blank.

After a while, after realizing what his actions meant, he even knit his brows together.

Is that so?What does he think about Brother Zheng?

No, no, no, there must be something wrong, it must be.

You have to find something to do, and you can stop thinking about it.

Xiaoqian got up to get the laundry basin, intending to wash the clothes.

He was squatting in the yard scrubbing his underwear when he suddenly heard footsteps, which sounded like Brother Zheng's.

Because he lost his eyesight, he can only rely on other senses to judge some things, so his hearing is much better than before.For familiar people, in most cases, he can tell by the sound of footsteps.

When Chen Rong was at the door, he saw Xiaoqian in the yard. He strode in, squatted down next to Xiaoqian, and asked, "Do you want to take a temperature? I just went to the pharmacy and bought a thermometer."

Xiaoqian stopped doing laundry, he didn't expect Brother Zheng to go and come back just to give him a thermometer.

"Why don't you talk? Is it uncomfortable?" Chen Rong asked worriedly, "Come and take a measurement, and I'll check the temperature for you later."

Xiaoqian lowered his head, tears fell unexpectedly and fell into the basin below.

Seeing him crying, Chen Rong panicked instantly, "What's wrong? Are you feeling bad? Why didn't you just say that? Let me take you to the hospital."

As he said that, he was about to pull Xiaoqian up.

Xiaoqian quickly explained: "No, I'm not uncomfortable, I just...you are too kind to me..."

His voice was still crying, and Chen Rong was so distressed when he heard it.

He used to like to watch Weng Jie cry, and thought his crying sounded nice and aphrodisiac, but now, when he saw Xiaoqian cry, he felt nervous and sad.

But after Weng Jie left, he went to see a psychiatrist because of his poor sleep. The doctor said that besides severe anxiety, he actually had other psychological problems. People can't empathize either.

This is the source of most of his problems with Dan Wengjie.

With the help of the doctor, he spent more than two years repairing his empathy ability that had been eroded since he was a child, but fortunately he has somewhat improved.

Chapter 25

Chen Rong couldn't help touching Xiaoqian's hair, and said softly: "This is so bad, I haven't dared to treat you with my heart. Don't wash the clothes yet, come and take the temperature, otherwise I don't feel relieved .”

Xiaoqian took his hand out of the laundry tub, wiped his eyes with his sleeve, and rinsed the foam off his hand under the faucet, then took the thermometer from Chen Rong, put it under his arm, clamped it with his arm, and began to measure his temperature.

"It will take 5 minutes to take it out, you go and sit inside for a while, I will wash the clothes for you." Chen Rong gently pushed him and said.

Only then did Xiaoqian realize that what he was washing just now was underwear, and quickly stopped Chen Rong and said, "No, no, thank you, I've already caused you trouble, I'll just wash the clothes myself later, I really don't feel uncomfortable."

Chen Rong had already seen the shape of the ball of fabric soaked in the water, and he felt a little embarrassed, so he didn't insist on helping Xiaoqian do the laundry, but dragged him into the house together.

The two sat side by side on the bed, not knowing what to say for a while, Chen Rong was still holding Xiaoqian's hand, the atmosphere was a bit awkward and vague.

Xiaoqian felt that his heartbeat seemed to be faster again, he moved his fingers, trying to pull his hand out of Chen Rong's palm, but just as he moved, Chen Rong held it even tighter.

"Brother Zheng, you...is the injury on your hand healed?" Xiaoqian struggled for a long time, and finally asked this question.

Before Chen Rong could turn on the flashlight, he could barely see Xiaoqian's face and his opening and closing lips.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, inexplicably sexy, but Xiaoqian couldn't see it.

"It's almost done." Chen Rong said.

Not long after drinking two glasses of water, he felt thirsty again.

Another moment of silence.

Xiaoqian racked his brains to find a topic to talk about, to break the uncomfortable silence for him, but he couldn't think of suitable words anyway.

Chen Rong just looked at him obsessively, not in the mood to chat with him anymore, all his energy was spent on restraining his urge to forcefully kiss Xiaoqian.

The room was too quiet, and Xiaoqian could hear his own heartbeat with an abnormal frequency, as well as Brother Zheng's heartbeat. The two rhythmic thumping sounds mixed together, which made him blushed again inexplicably.

Time jumps from second to second, it is too fast for Chen Rong, he wants to prolong every second with Xiaoqian countless times, but it is too long for Xiaoqian, so long that it is almost tormented.

I don't know how long it has passed, but Xiaoqian finally plucked up the courage to ask, "Is time... enough? Can you take out the thermometer?"

Chen Rong recovered from the endless thoughts, turned on the phone to check the time, and replied to Xiaoqian, "It should be almost there, let me have a look."

Xiaoqian's hand was still being held by Chen Rong, and his palm was already wet with sweat. He felt that Chen Rong still had no intention of letting go, so he had to move again, and at the same time reminded Chen Rong: "Hand..."

"Sorry." Chen Rong seemed to have just remembered this, and quickly let go of his hands.

Xiaoqian put his hand into his clothes, took out the thermometer from his armpit, handed it to Chen Rong and said, "Please check it for me."

In the end, Chen Rong still had a thermometer for his body temperature, turned on the flashlight and looked carefully for a while, "37.2°C, no fever."

"I just said I'm fine, and I'll trouble you." Xiaoqian said with a sigh of relief.

Chen Rong looked at the blush on his cheeks, and said after a while: "It's fine if you don't have a fever, then I'll go back first, you should rest early."

If he didn't leave again, he was afraid that he would do something irreparable.

Even if Xiaoqian really has a good impression of him now, he definitely can't accept his closeness so quickly.

And as long as he starts, it is impossible to stop it.

Xiaoqian sent him out of the house again, then finished washing his clothes in a trance, and went upstairs with the basin in one hand and the handrail of the stairs in the other to dry the clothes.

The wind on the roof was a bit strong, which woke him up a bit.

He should put away those messy thoughts, he is no longer qualified to develop relationships with anyone in his life.

But he was really reluctant to cut off contact with Brother Zheng. Except for the owner and wife of the massage shop, no one had treated him so well for a long time.

After going downstairs, Xiaoqian was about to go out to take a mouthwash cup and toothbrush to wash up, but his hand touched the leftover snacks on the table.

Zheng Ge seems to have bought a whole box, quite a lot, I don't know how many days it can be kept.

He didn't want to waste anything, so he pinched another piece and ate it.

After eating three yuan in a row, he felt very thirsty. He touched the cup and poured a glass of water. He drank half of it before remembering that Brother Zheng had used this cup and he hadn't washed it yet.

He hesitated whether to take it out to wash, but he had already drunk half of it, or forget it, he comforted himself.

After washing up, he changed into the racerback vest and shorts he wore to sleep and climbed into bed. He lay down for a long time but couldn't fall asleep. He forced himself not to think about Brother Zheng, but he couldn't control his thoughts at all, his mind was full of Zheng My brother got along with him bit by bit.

His body started to feel a little hot again, he turned over, kicked off the quilt and pressed it under his legs, and rubbed against him involuntarily.

In the past three years, he has almost never had that desire, and he has never done it himself. He only vented it a few times in his dreams. It was the result of his young body being held back for a long time and had to vent it by himself.

But today, there was some movement in one of his organs.

However, what followed were the memories played by Chen Rong in different ways. All his sensory perceptions about sex and desire came from Chen Rong. No matter where he fled, as long as the memory is still there, he will never be able to erase it. Go to the imprint left by Chen Rong.

His body curled up slowly, into the most common position of a baby in the mother's womb.

He buried his face in the crumpled quilt, and tears poured out like a floodgate.

At first he didn't make a sound, then he gradually let out a suppressed whimper, and finally it was just a low sob.

He didn't know when he fell asleep, but he woke up the next day before the alarm clock rang.

It may be because he didn't sleep well, he felt a little headache, so he lay in bed for a while before getting up.

After packing up and going out with his blind cane, he couldn't help but wonder if Brother Zheng would go to that restaurant for breakfast today. He was vaguely looking forward to meeting Brother Zheng by chance, but at the same time he was a little afraid to see him.

Aunt Zhang saw him and greeted him as usual.

Xiaoqian did the same as usual, ordered two steamed buns and a bowl of porridge, then carefully walked up the steps, went into the store and found an empty seat to sit down.

He wondered nervously whether Brother Zheng would come here today, and if so, what time would he come.

But until he finished his breakfast slowly, he didn't hear Brother Zheng's voice.

Then he probably won't come today, Xiaoqian heaved a sigh of relief, but couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

He was very contradictory. On the one hand, he didn't want to develop an intimate relationship with anyone, and on the other hand, he couldn't control his feelings.

He could feel that Brother Zheng also had a crush on him, but the other party didn't make it clear, he didn't know how much he felt.

Even if Brother Zheng confronts him one day, what can he do?

He didn't want to be a burden to others, not only because he was blind, but more importantly, he didn't know whether Chen Rong had given up looking for him.

If Chen Rong came to him suddenly and found out that he had an unclear relationship with Brother Zheng, he didn't know what Chen Rong would do. Anyway, Brother Zheng would definitely be implicated by him.

No, I can't let the matter develop to that point, it's better to keep a distance from Brother Zheng.

After making up his mind, Xiaoqian controls himself even more strictly, don't think about Brother Zheng, let alone Chen Rong, just do the things in front of him well and maintain the current stability.

Chapter 26

In the afternoon, Lao Li received a call saying that something had happened to his son Li Zihua, who was studying for a PhD in the provincial capital.

Li Zihua studied engineering and usually has to do a lot of experiments. This morning he entered the laboratory as usual, but what was waiting for him was a big explosion. Thirty buckets of magnesium powder.

Magnesium burns at a temperature of more than 3000 degrees Celsius, and the explosion force of a ton of magnesium powder caused none of the students in the laboratory to survive, and all of them were burnt to death.

Because of the tight control of family planning in the early years, Lao Li and his wife only had this one son. The couple worked hard for most of their lives to earn money for him to study, and they finally survived until they were about to graduate with a Ph. D. Whoever imagined it would suddenly disappear.

When Lao Li heard the bad news, Xiaoqian was beside him. Xiaoqian heard the sound of the phone falling on the table, and hurried over to ask him what was wrong.

Lao Li didn't answer him, and after a while he heard Lao Li's rapid breathing, thinking that Uncle Li was not feeling well, he hurriedly helped him to sit down.

He asked several questions in a row, but Lao Li didn't answer him. He was about to call out in a hurry, but Lao Li suddenly grabbed his hand with great force, causing pain in his wrist.

"What's the matter? Uncle Li? Talk to me." Xiaoqian asked again.

"I... I have to go