don't cry

【...When we were playing games together, he also defended me, he looked so cute when he was angry...】

After Jing Rong finished writing the diary, he closed the pen cap, lay on his back on the bed, and looked at the ceiling for a while.

Qu Yu's cute pouting appearance suddenly appeared in his brain, and the other party was still a little dissatisfied in his serious typing movements, as if his teammates in the game were not scolding Jing Rong, but himself.

Jing Rong rarely encounters such a scene. He is cold-tempered and doesn't like socializing, so he is always alone, no matter where he appears, he is almost alone.

For various reasons, other people's attitude towards him is often admiration, and there is almost no provocation and trouble, so his daily life is simple and peaceful.

He always felt like the minute hand in the electronic watch on the desk.

It is not as fast and urgent as the second hand, nor as slow and slow as the hour hand. He is neither fast nor slow, and faces everything in life with a peaceful attitude.

But now, Jing Rong felt that there was some change in himself.

His eyes will occasionally fall on a person, and he will follow him from time to time, with a little concern.

That's a bit of a passover, not like something he would do.

The white and slender palm landed on the heart, feeling the constant beating beneath it, Jing Rong closed his eyes.

He wanted to try once, drag himself out of the safe zone, and treat people with his heart.

Regardless of the consequences.

Time flies, the tail of summer vacation shakes, and the start date is getting closer and closer.

This morning, Xu Bing called again, asking Jing Rong to go home for dinner.

Jing Rong hesitated for a while and accepted her.

"Go home early tonight, and I will cook fish soup for you myself." Xu Bing instructed in a cheerful tone.

After hanging up the phone, Jing Rong raised his eyelids and glanced at Qu Yu, who was slightly curious, and the other party blinked with an innocent expression.

The restaurant has a small space and a quiet atmosphere. Jing Rong did not shy away from answering the phone, so Qu Yu may have heard a few words.

But he didn't ask, but obediently gave Jing Rong a custard bag: "Brother, eat more."

Jing Rong paused, took a bite of the custard bun.

Not long after they came back from their morning run, the breakfast they bought was still a little hot, and he felt the tip of his tongue being slightly suffocated by the heat, giving him a numb and tingling pain.

He couldn't help hissing slightly.

Qu Yu looked over with piercing eyes: "Brother, will you come back at night?"

Jing Rong's movement to get the water glass was slightly stagnant, and he didn't answer his question immediately.

According to Xu Bing's temper, he might not be released after dinner.

Reason told Jing Rong that he should answer truthfully, but he paused subtly when his eyes touched the other's drooping black eyelashes.

After thinking about it, he said conservatively: "Not necessarily, it depends on the arrangement of the family."

Qu Yu said "ah": "Well, that brother is having fun at home."

After finishing speaking, Qu Yu drooped her head and quietly began to drink soy milk.

The clean and light pink nails reflected the porcelain white bowl, the phalanges were slender and clear, and the slightly curved arc brought a bit of laziness and casualness.

His movements were as casual as usual, but Jing Rong suspected that he was in a slightly depressed mood.

This suspicion appeared out of thin air and was groundless, but it filled Jing Rong's heart and mind within a few seconds.

Qu Yu was not very happy.

A voice told him so.

However, why did Qu Yu have such a mood?

Jing Rong bit his custard bun, and his attention could not help being attracted by this knowledge, which made him a little elusive.

Obviously they haven't known each other for a long time, but the other party's emotions seem to be easily infected with him. Whether it is happy or sad, he can quickly perceive and be affected.

This kind of mood is a bit subtle, something that Jing Rong has never experienced before.

For a moment, he suddenly thought of what his mentor had told him——

"Different people have different living habits, different ways of dealing with people, and different mantras. Of course, when different people get along, they will also produce unexpected magnetic fields and connections. Try to think from their standpoint. , then you understand and express them a little more easily."

Perhaps, his current mood is a normal reaction after getting along with people with different personalities.

After all, in his past social circles, there was really no such character as Qu Yu.

It's easy to think of cute and simple little animals like rabbits and lambs, and the little appearance that is about to cry is also infinitely lovable. I just want to be patient and treat him better, even better.

In just a few seconds, many thoughts and pictures flashed through Jing Rong's mind.

He fixed his eyes, looked at Qu Yu who was still eating quietly, and tried to analyze the other party's psychological state with a serious and professional eye.

According to the information disclosed by the other party, he lost his mother when he was young, and was in a difficult situation after family reorganization. He has good friends, but he doesn't have much social activities, and his temper is shy. He also admires him and regards him as an idol.

Jing Rong's eyes moved slightly, as if thinking of something, a little uncomfortable.

He ignored the faint enthusiasm that slowly surged up from the bottom of his heart, and continued to analyze without changing his expression.

As a shared roommate who lives together, Qu Yu trusts and relies on him a lot. She has poor hands-on skills, can't cook, is picky, and lazy.

Can't cook.

Jing Rong frowned slightly, as if he had an answer in his heart.

"How do you plan to eat tonight?" He asked calmly.

Qu Yu didn't seem to think that he would care about this, he was taken aback for a while, then blinked, and answered honestly: "Order takeaway."

really.

Jing Rong pushed the glasses frame.

He continued to probe: "Why don't you go out and have a dinner date with your friends?"

Qu Yu shook her head while holding the porcelain bowl: "My friend is very busy, no one will accompany me out for dinner."

For some reason, Jing Rong was a little happy because of his answer, and a certain knot buried in his heart earlier was suddenly untied.

Jing Rong nodded, paused, and asked again: "Then do you want to learn how to cook?"

After the words fell, he unconsciously pursed his lips, feeling a little nervous.

Qu Yu seemed a little surprised, but for some reason, he looked at Jing Rong with his chin in his hands.

Cried.

Every time Qu Yu cries, he is silent, his eyes are covered with a layer of watery light, his black eyelashes flutter lightly, and the transparent teardrops slowly slide down from the corners of his eyes, leaving a teardrop on his beautiful face. Unprepared water marks.

Jing Rong didn't expect the other party to react like this, and suddenly he was a little flustered.

He took out a few pieces of paper and handed them to Qu Yu, and couldn't help but soften his tone, vaguely gentle: "Don't cry."

Qu Yu pouted slightly, and looked at him with wet eyes: "Brother, you are really good, you are a very good person, I didn't want to cry, but I was touched, so I couldn't help crying."

The tissue was soon soaked with tears, the thin boy lowered his head, his shoulders trembling slightly.

Jing Rong thought of what he did when the other party couldn't stop crying like this last time, hesitated for a while, then got up and walked towards him, stretching out his hand to embrace the other party in his arms.

"I know, there is no need to explain so much." Jing Rong clumsily comforted the person in his arms.

He lowered his eyelashes slightly, and his eyes fell on the back of the other's fair neck inadvertently. The hand that patted the back was about to move up and touch the delicate-looking skin for a moment.

After realizing what he was thinking, Jing Rong wanted to withdraw his hand like an electric shock.

However, Qu Yu accidentally rubbed against his fingertips, and the soft skin fell away as soon as he touched it, leaving only a little bit of feeling that was hard to recall.

Jing Rong turned his head to the side, and the uneasiness in his heart just now seemed to swell a bit.

This kind of uneasiness made it rare for Jing Rong to lose his mind during reading time in the morning.

He has a very good reading habit. As long as he is immersed in the ocean of knowledge, he will not be disturbed, and his eyes and hearts are all about the contents of the book.

Jing Rong raised his head and took a sip of coffee, the slight bitterness accompanied by sweetness diffused in his mouth.

The fingers curled up and opened again.

He looked down at one of the fingers and continued his meaningless movement.

Curl up, spread out.

Curl up, spread out.

The book he was pressing had completely lost its charm, and he couldn't arouse his interest in reading it.

Jing Rong seemed to have discovered a new toy, staring at the finger that touched the back of Quyu's neck, or more precisely, the fingertip of that finger.

Qu Yu seems to be soft everywhere, her voice is soft, her eyes are soft, and so is the back of her neck.

Although he only touched it for less than a second, he still remembered the feeling.

Soft and warm.

Jing Rong twirled his fingertips, always feeling that the small piece of skin was numb and itchy.

"Tuk Tuk."

There was a knock on the door.

Jing Rong came back to his senses and got up to open the door.

Qu Yu stood outside the door with a plate of strawberries, and smiled obediently at him: "Brother, do you want strawberries? I've already washed them."

There are still tiny drops of water remaining on the strawberries, silently proving the authenticity of his words.

Jing Rong's eyes subconsciously searched for something, he retracted his gaze in time, his eyelashes covered the regret in his eyes, and he did not show any impolite emotions.

He shook his head: "No, why, are you hungry now?"

Qu Yu smiled a little embarrassedly.

Jing Rong turned his head to look at the electronic watch on the desk, only to realize that it was almost eleven o'clock.

He turned back and said, "Then let me teach you how to cook."

Qu Yu's eyes lit up, and she said cheerfully, "Yes!"

Jing Rong pursed his lips and felt a little happy.

Jing Rong is undoubtedly a strict teacher. Holding a tomato, he clearly explained how to make tomato scrambled eggs, a simple and delicious home-cooked dish.

Qu Yu listened carefully, and occasionally asked questions such as how much salt to put and when to add water.

While talking, Jing Rong sliced ​​the tomatoes and stirred the egg mixture evenly.

"Remember not to put too little oil, or the eggs will stick to the pan." As he spoke, he poured the egg liquid from the bowl into the pan.

Scrambled eggs with tomatoes is not difficult, and he finished the dish in no time.

"Have you learned it?" Jing Rong asked patiently while loading the plate.

Qu Yu nodded: "I have learned."

After speaking, he stretched out his hand towards Jing Rong, spread his five fingers, and in the palm lay a beautiful red strawberry, as quiet as a shy little girl.

"So this is a reward for my brother." Qu Yu said happily.

The author has something to say: Qu Yu is just an ordinary lure fisherman.

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I’m back, I’m back, I’ve been correcting local historical annals before, and I’m about to finish that super thick book, and I will definitely not apply for this unit as a volunteer next year. Huh, work is too tiring, and I feel the pain of social animals in advance orz

By the way, everyone at Amway to watch the Winter Olympics!Yesterday I was very excited to see the Chinese team YYDS! ! !

感谢在2022-01-2623：13：40～2022-02-0618：12：59期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: 217.1;

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: silentwaves1;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: sleepy and lazy, 20 bottles; unicorn’s Christmas tree, I didn’t mean to (??﹏??), 3 bottles of Zhao Xiaoxing; 1 bottle of Moon Shadow;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!