my zepple

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After Song Rou shared "Acacia" with Tong Yu at night, she has been waiting for his reply.

Feeling apprehensive, he tossed and turned until early morning and Tong Yu didn't return, so he almost stayed up all night.

A few days ago, Su Na Lou launched a limited number of shredded coconut cakes. Song Rou saw the notification on her mobile phone and immediately called to order it.Today, I drove to pick it up before dawn. The apprentice girl who opened the door yawned and rolled her eyes at Song Rou who was wearing a mask.

Then he left the city with more than ten boxes of pastries like a spring breeze, and sat at the door of the studio early in the morning.

When it was almost noon, Tong Yu didn't come. Song Rou and the girls painting on the first floor called him many times but didn't answer.Song Rou couldn't sit still, so she asked them for Tong Yu's address, and took the boxes of shredded coconut cakes to Tong Yu's house.

Tong Yu lives not too far from the studio, and the intercity bus 802 is only two or three stops away, which is very convenient for going to work.

When Song Rou parked the car in the parking lot of the community, she observed silently in her heart, but it was a bit far away from where he lived, which was inconvenient.

The community is full of low-rise apartment buildings, the exterior walls are only gray and white, the distance between buildings is long, the green area is large, and there are many trees.

The environment is quiet, but deserted.

The doorbell rang again and again, but no one came to open it, Song Rou called the landline in the studio again, and after a while a girl came to give Tong Yu the spare key left in the studio.

There are only three assistant painters in Tong Yu's studio, and Song Rou remembers her name is Xiaojiu.

Xiao Jiu opened the door with the key and ran upstairs, as if he was familiar with the layout of Tong Yu's house.After Song Rou came to her senses, she followed her up the stairs. He was tall and had long legs, so he caught up within a few steps.

There was only one bedroom on the second floor. Xiaojiu reached out to twist the handle, but the door was unlocked.

Opening the door, she saw Tong Yu lying on the bed wrapped in a quilt, her eyes closed tightly, her face flushed abnormally.

Song Rou stepped forward and touched his forehead, and said softly, "I have a fever."

Tong Yu tried to open his eyes when he heard the voice, coughed twice, and closed them weakly within two seconds.

Xiaojiu breathed a sigh of relief, saying that it was probably caused by the temperature drop in the past two days, and then she asked: "Then what should I do now, buy medicine or send it to the hospital directly?"

Song Rou thought for a while, and said that he called the doctor to come and have a look.

Less than half an hour after the phone hung up, a man entered the room panting with a medicine kit.

He looked tired and his voice was scratching his throat. "I'm still lecturing... Are you annoying?"

The man entered the room and found a chair for himself to sit down.

Song Rou was squatting by the bed and wiping Tong Yu's face with a towel, when she heard the voice behind her, her eyelids twitched.

He had no choice but to put the towel on the cabinet next to the bed first, then leaned down and spoke softly to Tong Yu on the bed.

After getting a reply, he stood up, turned around and walked back. He kicked the person on the sofa and warned in a low voice, "Please keep your voice down."

The man didn't lose his temper immediately, he glanced at Song Rou lightly, and only asked, "Who is this person?"

"It's Tongyu."

Song Rou gritted her teeth, and pulled the man up from the sofa, "Help me see him!"

"Look at it!"

The man stood up muttering, without rubbing his hands, he opened the medicine box and took out a thermometer, and said, "Take his temperature first."

After plugging in the thermometer, he opened his mouth again, pulled back the quilt and checked carefully before getting up.

"He is the legendary Tong Yu?"

He patted Song Rou's shoulder in relief, and nodded: "That's to say... I can't let me come if anyone has a fever."

Song Rou is not in the mood to be poor with him.After a while, he took the time to bend down to get the thermometer, and the reading read: "39 degrees three."

"You don't need to hang up the water, just drink some ibuprofen." The man took the thermometer and squeezed it in his hand.

"I put alcohol here for you, and you can wipe him later. Especially the neck, armpits, and groin."

He glanced sideways at Song Rou, and teased, "Anyway, you must be happy to help."

After drinking a bottle of mineral water, the man unhurriedly packed up the medicine box, and went out to take the elevator with Xiaojiu.

"You have to invite me to dinner."

The man straightened his collar at the elevator door, and Song Rou reached out to help press the button for going downstairs.

"He has to come too, you two together."

Song Rou raised her lips and replied yes.

After going downstairs, the man's WeChat received a new message.

Song Rou: "Trouble us, Ah Xing (expression: /blow kisses/blow kisses)"

Seeing the interface, Shi Xing laughed and cursed to get the hell out, and at the same time breathed a sigh of relief.

Kung fu pays off, Song Rou waited for so many years, and finally got her back.

He had known Song Rou for several years. That person would cry whenever she drank. Once she came out from a bar and squatted on the road crying after drinking with someone, and was even slapped in the face by paparazzi.

The 1.9-meter tall man hugged the street lamp and faced the camera, crying very sadly.The paparazzi was so happy that his hand holding the camera was shaking!Standing, squatting and lying down, there are pictures from various angles.

The hot search was suppressed overnight by his wife Yu Na, it was really... It was ugly.

The little wine next to her didn't recover until she was spoofed to the gate of the community. She still hadn't figured out why she saw Shi Xingzheng's smiling face when she was invited out of the house as Tong Yu's assistant.

Xiaojiu swallowed his saliva, and asked politely: "Hi doctor, I want to ask... What was the relationship between our teacher Tong and Rourou before?"

Shi Xing quickly and deftly took over the conversation: "What do you think?"

Xiaojiu scratched his head, remembering Song Rou's unpopular appearance in the studio, he could only probe first: "... Enemy relationship?"

Shi Xing almost choked.But after careful consideration, he found it reasonable, so he nodded, "Almost."

Xiaojiu's face wrinkled, and he immediately came to a conclusion: "Sure enough, at first glance, there is that kind of deep hatred!"

Shi Xing nodded again, expressing his approval.

Don't you want to let the other party die of the kind of deep hatred.

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Tong Yu was still wearing a nightgown, Song Rou fed him ibuprofen suspension first, then helped him take off the nightgown, and gave him a scrub bath with the alcohol left by Shi Xing.

Song Rou's movements were very light, Tong Yu frowned and before he had time to curse, he rolled the whites of his eyes and fell asleep again.

The man had more cuts on his forearm than he had seven years ago.Because of the slight scar constitution, even the wounds from a long time ago will remain, deep and shallow extending from the bend of the arm to the wrist.

But the wrist is very clean.Song Rou knew it was because he still had to draw.

Those scars were covered with nerve fiber clusters, and they were very sensitive. If a cotton ball was dipped in cold alcohol and pasted on, Tong Yu would shiver.

There are many blood-red lines on the thighs, like the atrophy marks left by the deflated ball, which are particularly shocking on the pale skin.

Song Rou wiped his bath for him with red eyes, then found a set of cotton pajamas in the closet to change for him, and finally reached out and rubbed his hair, sweating profusely.

He couldn't help but knelt down and kissed Tong Yu's forehead again, devoutly and affectionately.

He thought, his little domain is really strong, better than anyone and anything in the world.He should have known.