best day

Spring rains.The temperature is slightly low.

Some dim light came in through the window, which made people even more unspirited.

Dewey curled up under the quilt and fell asleep in a daze. He heard the sound of the door dimly, and half-opened his eyes.

It was Baixia holding a fruit plate.

Seeing this, she couldn't help frowning: "Look at how lazy you are. It's fine to pretend to be sick and not go to school. Why are you still sleeping endlessly?"

Annoyed by her scolding, Dewey sat up and messed up his short hair: "Anyway, I'm fine."

"Go out for a walk if you have nothing to do, you'll be stupid if you stay any longer, you haven't seen the sun these days?" Bai Xia packed up all the magazines he threw away, and couldn't help but mutter.

Dewey said impatiently: "It's raining, what sunshine is there, Mom, can you leave me alone?"

Bai Xia glanced at him and snorted, "I don't care about you. Yushang and Grandpa Zheng will come to our house for dinner next week. Remember to trim your hair and don't look sloppy."

"Okay." After hearing this, Dewey lay down again slumped.

Bai Xia sighed helplessly: "Get up later and eat the apple."

After talking, I wandered downstairs to watch TV.

-

Unfortunately, after speaking a few words, the brain gradually became sober.

Not feeling sleepy, Dewey took out the cell phone under the pillow and looked a little tiredly. Sure enough, there was a missed call from Zheng Luolai.

——I really don’t know what’s going on recently, as long as I go out, I can meet that guy no matter where I go.

As a result, Dewey could only be a bit of a coward in the bedroom with some emotional confusion.

He couldn't forgive because of hatred, after all, what Zheng Luolai did was much cuter than Ou Jie.

However, apart from his psychological grudge, he also felt a little helpless embarrassment.

This embarrassment is something I can't overcome.

It seems that no matter what, it may be difficult for two people to be friends again.

While in a daze, Zheng Luolai's text message came in again: "I'm at the basketball court near your house, come out."

Dewey wanted to reply: I won't go.

After thinking about it, I changed it to: It's raining, it's inconvenient.

After struggling for a while, I simply turned off the phone and pretended not to see it.

In this situation, it should be the best choice for each other to be able to become unfamiliar naturally, right?

-

God seems to have heard Du Ermeng's voice.

Since that day, Zheng Luolai did not take the initiative to contact him again.

The disappearance is as thorough as if I went to the United States a while ago.

Dewey was tense for another two days, and then he gradually relaxed, and happily ran out to eat, drink and have fun with his friends.

The newly opened restaurant, the powerful game room, and the bar at night, every place makes him feel relaxed and happy.

In the middle of the night, I drank two bottles of beer and sang loudly with a microphone on the stage, as if I had returned to my life half a year ago.

Apart from being relaxed, there is also an empty sense of security.

Unexpectedly, he was playing high, and suddenly a good-looking boy waved to him from the sofa not far away.

Dewey walked over suspiciously and asked, "What's the matter?"

The boy smiled: "My name is Qin Yue, don't you recognize me?"

After pondering for a few seconds, Dewey realized that this was the MB who was always hanging out with Zheng Luolai. Wasn't he the one who was sent to hook up with Chen Lu at the KTV?

"Ah, yes, what do you want me to do?" Dewey will not be indifferent to others because of his status.

Qin Yue said: "I want to ask you what's wrong with Zheng Luolai. He seems to be very lethargic when calling him. His voice is hoarse. Are you sick?"

"I don't know." Dewey blurted out, and in a blink of an eye, he remembered the incident of the hooligan waiting for him in the rain two days ago, and repeated guiltily: "I really don't know."

Qin Yue rolled his peach blossom eyes: "Forget it, thank you."

Dewey nodded, then left hesitantly.

Seeing this, Qin Yue laughed even harder, just like a fox.

He took out his mobile phone and texted Zheng Luolai, "It's done, you owe me 500 yuan."

-

There is a kind of person who has a sharp mouth and a tofu heart. No matter how much he talks, it is always difficult to get past his kind nature.

Dewey falls into this category.

He listened to Qin Yue's words, the more he thought about it, the more he felt bad: Could it be that he made him ill because of his cruel heart?

-

...Actually, Zheng Luolai is not so heinous.

... He tutored himself with his homework, took him to eat delicious food, and even reluctantly cooked porridge when he was sick, and he would still give it to himself when he had fun.

...actually, he is also a good person.

-

Thinking about it this way, Dewey didn't feel like playing any more.

He was a little nervous and went out to find a food stall to buy some porridge, so he took a taxi to the hooligan's house.

Sure enough, after ringing the doorbell for a long time, Zheng Luolai showed up with a pale face, and asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"

The voice is really like what Qin Yue said, hoarse and tight.

Dewey touched his head: "I heard that you are sick, so I'll visit you."

At one o'clock in the morning, half a bowl of porridge with preserved egg and lean meat is really good.

Zheng Luolai was stunned for a moment, then took the things and said, "Come in, what do you want to drink?"

"Don't be too busy, go and lie down, I'm just here to take a look." Dewey waved his hands in a panic and declined.

Zheng Luolai was really not feeling well, he leaned back on the sofa weakly and hummed: "Look, am I dead?"

Dewey whispered, "No, have you taken your medicine?"

Zheng Luolai said, "No."

He closed his eyes as if falling asleep.

Dewey reached out and touched his forehead, and then exclaimed: "You have a fever, why don't you take medicine?"

"There is no..." Zheng Luolai's head hurt even more when he heard him making a scene.

Dewey immediately volunteered: "I'll buy it for you, you drink the porridge first, you can't take medicine on an empty stomach, do you hear me?"

Zheng Luolai agreed.

Dewey immediately ran out with the door open in a hurry.

Zheng Luolai, who had a body temperature of 39 degrees, couldn't help but smile lightly as he lay on the sofa: It seems that the bitter trick that grandpa is good at is really an invincible strategy.

-

"This is Gankang, this is Lijunsha, anti-inflammatory...and a thermometer, take your temperature quickly."

Dewey was busy with his hands and feet, and suddenly remembered something, ran into the bedroom and pulled out the quilt to cover Zheng Luolai, patted him proudly and said, "Take a good rest."

After eating porridge and taking medicine, it was so warm to be taken care of so carefully.

Zheng Luolai wanted to take this opportunity to ease the relationship, but he was so weak that he didn't have any strength, and he was about to fall asleep before he knew it.

Unexpectedly, when he was dizzy, there was a sudden burst of cramping in his stomach, he unconsciously got up on his stomach, and then vomited embarrassingly.

The porridge just eaten is mixed with the medicine, of course it tastes bad.

But Dewey, who was flipping through the comics, didn't mind at all. He hurried over and said, "Ah, why did you throw up? Could it be that the porridge I bought was not clean?"

After finishing speaking, he took a glass of water for him: "Hurry up and rinse your mouth, you can spit on the ground."

After giving the instructions, I ran to the bathroom and took out the basin and rag to clean it.

Zheng Luolai put the remaining half glass of water on the tea table, wiped the wet marks from the corner of his mouth, and looked at this silly boy with a little distraction.

In this world, maybe many people don't think he is ruthless or cruel.

Because it is profitable.

But how many people can be so simple and not think he is dirty and troublesome?

Even my parents didn't do it.

Dewey tidied up the living room, washed his hands and sighed: "Food safety is really a problem, I'd better cook by myself, you go to sleep first."

While muttering, he walked into the kitchen.

Zheng Luolai had a fever until his tinnitus, and he could vaguely hear the sound of pots and pans inside.

Those who don't know the reason, feel sad and want to cry.