Yo, what a coincidence

Ding Rushui, who has always focused on family and work in her life, skipped work on weekdays for the first time. She put away her mobile phone and keys, and stretched her limbs in front of the French windows in the living room.

The return of Lu Lanqing and Ding Rurun made her feel relieved of the worries she had been carrying in recent years, and she felt a lot more relaxed.Ding Rushui kept what she promised Ding Rurun, and prepared everything early in the morning for her to wake up.

Hearing the movement behind her, she threw the towel around her neck on the back of the sofa, pulled her collar, and said without turning her head: "Get up, breakfast is on the table, we can eat it after we finish eating out."

"Did you eat?"

With a warm voice, Ding Rushui glanced at his sister who was leaning on the railing of the stairs with one hand, turned around and took a newspaper and sat at the dining table, "No, I'll wait for you."

"If you're hungry, you don't have to wait for me." Although Ding Rurun said so, her heart was very warm. She picked up the glass that Ding Rushui had already drank on the coffee table and turned to the kitchen, "I'll make you a cup Warm milk."

"No need." Ding Rushui refused without looking up, turned over a page of the newspaper, and chewed the bread slowly, "I'm not a child, and I don't have the habit of drinking milk in the morning."

Ding Rurun's whole body was stiff in place, she glanced at the cup in her hand, forced a smile and said, "Well, I'll wash the cup first."

Until she came back, Ding Rushui continued to read the newspaper and eat breakfast. Mo Ming felt a sense of loss spontaneously. Ding Rurun really didn't know what was wrong with him. His ups and downs were easily dominated by the person in front of him.

Her lukewarmness brings a touch of innocence to herself, but it is also extremely influential.

She clearly promised to control her emotions well, Shui Shui should have expected this way of treating her now, right? She is no longer her most important Rurun.It is undeniable in Ding Rurun's heart that even though Ding Rushui did a lot of excessive things to her back then, she never hated Ding Rushui at all. When she loves someone, how can she have other feelings?

For half a quarter of an hour, Ding Rushui couldn't bear to see Ding Rurun's absent-minded look. He threw the newspaper aside and got up, walked behind her, bent his head and pressed her neck as if there was nothing, "Do you know that you have dug The fifth spoonful of jam is on the bread, and I want to say it with tooth decay."

As soon as the words were finished, Ding Rushui wrapped his arms around Ding Rurun, took the bread in her hand, brought it to her mouth and took a bite, the sweetness on the tip of her tongue made her squint her eyes.She reapplied a slice of normal bread for Ding Rurun, and returned to her seat with both ends of the slice between her hands.

Ding Rurun came back to his senses, staring at the person next to him who was dipping a piece of clean bread into a large amount of jam on the plate as if nothing had happened, sweetly sipping the bread she made for himself, his heart fluttered, "Thank you."

"We're all in the same family, so why not be polite." Ding Rushui folded the newspaper and put it on the corner of the table, with jam in his mouth that was almost consumed like bread, and said vaguely, "Besides, you are my sister, isn't it natural for you to do this? .”

If it was said that Ding Rurun was still immersed in Ding Rushui's thoughtfulness before, this second was undoubtedly poured with cold water, which made his heart feel cold.

A family... sister?If there is no such relationship, does it mean that she cannot enjoy Ding Rushui's service?

Shuishui, I really don’t love you anymore, right?

Ding Rurun didn't say a word to Ding Rushui until the two of them went out together, and the awkward atmosphere lasted until they walked to a supermarket.Ding Rushui pointed to the automatic door and asked casually, "What do you want to drink, milk or yogurt?"

"yogurt."

"Oh."

After a while, Ding Rushui gave her a bottle of yogurt, while he fumbled for a can of coffee from his pocket, opened it and drank it on his own.

Ding Rurun finally couldn't hold back, and reminded aloud: "Drinking coffee in the morning is not good for your health."

"Would you?" Ding Rushui shook the empty can of coffee, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, "I'm used to it, drinking coffee will help you refresh yourself."

When passing by the roadside trash can, she promptly threw away the empty can, and then trotted back to Ding Rurun's side, the gap between the two of them was wider than ever.In the past, Ding Rushui would have stuck to Ding Rurun's body like a sloth, so why would he obediently walk on his own like now.

"This habit is not good, it's better to get rid of it."

Hearing this, Ding Rushui stopped in place, his sharp eyes stared at Ding Rurun for a long time, suppressed the words that had been twisted in his throat a few times, and continued to be bored in his heart.It was only in a moment that she adjusted her state, and continued to move forward as if nothing had happened, and said indifferently: "Lan Qing is back, there is really nothing for me to worry about."

The implication is that she will get rid of this habit?Lan Qing has nothing to worry about when he comes back, so what about himself?Is it already dispensable?

Ding Rushui walked a few steps, but didn't feel that Ding Rurun was following her. She glanced back and returned the same way helplessly.She held Ding Rurun's waist with both hands, and pulled her into her arms with a little force. The tip of her cold nose seemed to be touching her slightly hot cheeks, and her eyes met. Complicated and different emotions emerged spontaneously. .

She noticed that Ding Rushui's eyes gradually softened, and she was deeply immersed in them uncontrollably.This was like a precursor to Ding Rushui doing something, she lowered her posture and lowered her eyes, subconsciously waiting quietly.

However, Ding Rushui let go of his hands, straightened his collar and walked forward muttering, "Hey, there are still cars driving in on the sidewalk, morality, morality."

Ding Rurun followed her gaze, and it seemed that the electric car that had passed her just now was speeding on the sidewalk. She retracted her gaze to hide the frustration in her eyes, "Yes."

"Oh, I'm going to be late." Ding Rushui couldn't hear a trace of nervousness and worry in her flat tone. She turned her head to look at Ding Rurun who was still dawdling, and helplessly led her to turn the path.

"Where?"

"You will know when you arrive." Ding Rushui led her through the streets and alleys, looking back with a bright smile, "Complete one, what you want."

Although Ding Rurun couldn't figure it out, but looking at Ding Rushui's smile, she had no worries at all. She thought foolishly, if they could run hand in hand in the streets and alleys for the rest of their lives regardless of everything in the world, as long as they were by their side, Not bad.

The beautiful scenery along the way is not worth the smiles of those who accompany you. Does this answer to the saying "a smile is alluring"?

The happy time is always short. When Ding Rurun saw the person standing in front of her, her smile froze on her face. She even looked at Ding Rushui in disbelief. He explained: "Bohan has been waiting for you for the past few years, and he came to our house several times to inquire about you. Now it's all right, I brought her to you, remember to bring her back after dinner, she Just came back, it's better not to be too much."

"Okay, thank you." Bohan smiled shyly in front of his beloved, and after he thanked Ding Rushui, he devoted all his attention to Ding Rurun.

Four years can take a person from immature to mature, such as Ding Rushui.It is also possible to keep a person as they are, such as Ding Rurun.

She still had the elegant posture that moved her back then, with a soft face, long fluttering hair, and she was charming.The peace in his eyes will always calm his impetuous heart. No one can dominate his emotions, except Ding Rurun, and only Ding Rurun.

Compared to Bo Han's excitement, Ding Rurun was the complete opposite, his limbs were all cold.She watched Ding Rushui's back gradually drifting away until she was lost in the crowd. She never looked back once, and her footsteps never stopped for a moment.

Accomplish one she wants?

What she wants?No... not before, not now, and not in the future.It was originally an excuse to push Ding Rushui away, but how could it be the truth, now she knows very well who she loves in her heart and who she cares about.But why did Ding Rushui do this?Don't you think...it's too cruel?

After Ding Rushui left, she didn't go to the store, but went home and locked herself in the room. She watched the sunset in City A, and a smile that seemed to be self-deprecating and sad appeared on the corner of her mouth. Even the air is mixed with such a smell, otherwise, why would she feel that her breathing is not smooth?

She looked at her empty hands. On the side of the road, when she was hugging Ding Rurun, she almost couldn't hold back the desire to kiss him. If Ding Rurun hadn't closed her eyes slightly, she might not be able to recover and follow her like this I want to kiss you...

Ding Rushui clenched her fists suddenly, her nails deeply embedded in her palms, she couldn't forget her fleeing posture and hid in the alley to see the scene of the two of them, because Bohan was doing something she dared not do.

Kissing in public.

Although she only watched Bohan holding Ding Rurun's arm and lowering her head, she didn't continue to watch, but Bohan's movement was undoubtedly about to kiss, didn't Ding Rurun struggle...

Ah--

Ding Rushui heard the sound of the door opening and closing downstairs, she moved her numb feet standing by the window, before she could sit on the bed, the door was suddenly opened, Ding Rurun strode forward, with a "slap", a loud slap across the face Ding Rushui's ears roared from the beating.

"What are your hot and cold, Ding Rushui, what am I to you?" Ding Rurun's eyes were rosy, and the tears that he had held back along the way could not stop flowing down the moment he saw Ding Rushui, "I think How is it my choice, what qualifications do you have to push me to others, have you considered my feelings?"

The author has something to say: I suddenly feel like I am directing and acting in a play, but no one cares about it.I wish someone would come out and say they want to whip me, don't ask me why, that's a perverted sense of accomplishment, self-willed!