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Jing Rong felt a tightness in his throat.

He tilted his head slightly uncomfortably, and then turned back after a few seconds, maintaining a steady voice: "The man said you sprained your ankle, let me take a look."

After finishing speaking, he paused for a while, and continued to ask, "Can I still go, this is not far from the infirmary."

His meaning is self-evident, if they can leave, then go back to the rented house together, if not, put Qu Yu in the infirmary.

Qu Yu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she understood what he meant, showing a hint of disappointment on her face.

Jing Rong clenched his hand hanging by his side slightly: "Or, do you have any other ideas."

Qu Yu drooped her head, remained silent for a few seconds, then shook her head: "It's okay, I can walk by myself."

After speaking, he got up from the chair and walked forward slowly.

Jing Rong's eyes fell on his ankle, which was wrapped in stockings, so he couldn't see the specific situation.

"Sun Rui was just playing a prank, I didn't sprain my ankle." Qu Yu simply confessed as he got closer and closer to him.

Jing Rong withdrew his gaze and hummed softly, but he wasn't annoyed by being deceived, just a little hesitant and embarrassed.

"If it's okay, then I'll go first." He calmed down and replied in a steady voice.

Qu Yu had almost walked in front of him, and he turned sideways, ready to leave.

However, the other party suddenly snorted and leaned towards him.

When the incident happened suddenly, Jing Rong stretched out his arms subconsciously to stop him, and he held the other party in his arms, touched his chest gently through the fabric, and put his shoulders against his shoulders.

Perhaps the temperature is still very high today, or the airflow in the lounge is not smooth, Jing Rong feels slightly suffocated.

His heart skipped a beat, and then sped up slightly.

Qu Yu's body has the scent of gardenia shower gel, mixed with a little sweat, which is not unpleasant when mixed together. The tip of his nose inadvertently rubbed against Jing Rong's side neck, and his breath sprayed on the latter's ears.

Jing Rong froze: "What do you want to do?"

He could vaguely feel the heartbeat of the other party, powerful and fast.

Qu Yu paused for a few seconds, then replied in a muffled voice: "The knee hurts."

Jing Rong hooked the chair next to him with his foot, and pressed Qu Yu on it, so that he could see the other's knee clearly.

Although Sun Rui joked that Qu Yuwei's ankle was injured, the latter's knee was indeed injured.

I don't know who hurt his knee during the game, it was bruised and purple, and it looked a bit creepy.

Jing Rong realized later, no wonder the other party walked a little slowly just now, and he seemed to be a little limping when he thought about it carefully.

He looked at the scar and hesitated: "Let's go to the infirmary to deal with it."

Qu Yu shook her head, somewhat resisting: "I don't want to go, it's just a minor injury, I'll be fine after going back to rest for two days."

Jing Rong frowned slightly.

He found that Qu Yu didn't seem to cherish his body very much. No matter whether it was the last time he was cut vegetables or the knee was injured this time, he seemed to feel no pain, and his attitude towards it was very perfunctory, as if his body had changed. It doesn't matter.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but then he thought that the body belonged to the other party, so it was useless for him to say more.

What's more, they are currently in the stage of cold treatment. If they show too much concern, they may make the other party think that they have hope.

Jing Rong straightened his lips. Although he didn't speak, his expression was not very good-looking.

Qu Yu didn't want to go to the infirmary, so she sat on the chair for a while and then got up to continue walking.

Jing Rong clenched his fingers and walked out together not far behind him.

There were not many people active on campus, they passed by in twos and threes.

The setting sun shone on Qu Yu's body, and it was coated with a layer of light golden halo, as if it had a soft light smoothing effect. His slender neck looked soft and beautiful.

Jing Rong shifted his gaze, and his Adam's apple rolled gently.

The North City Academy of Drama is not too big, but there is a relatively long distance from the gymnasium to the school gate, so the walking time is relatively long.

Seeing that Qu Yu's walking posture became more and more stiff, and her limp became more and more obvious, Jing Rong asked someone to borrow a car to take him back.

Before he had time to take action, two girls walked over not far away.

One of the girls had a flushed face, she seemed a little shy, with her hands behind her back, she moved this way coyly.

Jing Rong, who has experienced this situation countless times, saw through the other party's intentions at a glance, he paused slightly, and rummaged through the rejection words he had used several times in his mind.

"Student Qu Yu, can you follow me over there for a while? I have something to ask you."

Jing Rong raised his eyelids suddenly, and the girl stood in front of Qu Yu, perhaps because of nervousness, her voice trembled a little when she spoke.

Qu Yu turned her back to him, unable to see her expression.

Jing Rong felt as if his heart was being pulled hard by someone, it was sour and astringent, and there was still a slight pain.

After a few seconds, the boy in red in front nodded: "Let's go."

A look of joy flashed across the girl's face, and she walked with Qu Yu to the side of the small forest.

Jing Rong's eyes fell on Qu Yu's leaving back, and he couldn't move away for a long time.

He didn't know what he was thinking, but he was able to stand on the road and watch Qu Yu and the girl facing each other in the grove from a distance.

The girl said something, then lowered her head shyly, and stretched her arms forward.

Qu Yu paused for a while, took the things she handed over, and seemed to read it for a while, and smiled at the girl.

When Jing Rong saw this, he looked away. He lowered his eyelashes, looked at the ground, and walked towards the school gate without stopping.

Back at the rented house, Jing Rong first took a glass of cold water and poured it down, his throat was moisturized and he became less uncomfortable.

He looked at the sofa, which was empty, and at the dining room, which was also empty.

But before, there used to be a pretty boy who liked to sleep on the sofa, or sit on the dining chair and serve him food with a smile.

He has lived here for more than half a year and has never felt lonely, but at this moment, he suddenly realized that the house seemed a little empty.

Jing Rong withdrew his gaze expressionlessly, took another glass of water and drank it up, and went back to the bedroom steadily.

He picked out a heavy tome from the bookcase, and spread it out on the desk. There were already many marking marks on the first half, and the characters left by the colored highlighter were on the slightly yellowed paper, with a kind of time-honored appearance. appearance.

He hadn't read this book for a long time, so it took a little time to find the unmarked pages.

He usually doesn't like to read such a thick book, the content is obscure and difficult to understand, and it takes a lot of energy to study, but whenever he doesn't want to face reality, reading this book is a kind of safe haven, allowing him to escape temporarily. question.

Jing Rong reached for the highlighter, took off the cap and clicked on the paper, only to find that it was a pink highlighter.

A picture flashed in my mind.

There is a cute and simple little pink sheep drawn on the book, next to the teenager's slender and superior fingers, holding a pink highlighter between the thumb and index finger.

The little pink sheep seemed to have a real life, and began to bounce around in his mind, full of vitality and anger. Then, its pair of black peas looked straight at Jing Rong, and opened its mouth happily.

"Brother! Brother!" Little Pink Sheep shouted happily.

Jing Rong came back to his senses, and when he lowered his head, he found that at some point, a pink lamb appeared on the paper.

The lamb is very simple, with only two small horns and a few lines as the body, and next to it is a letter.

Q.

Jing Rong straightened his back, as if he saw a scourge, he closed the book abruptly, put it into the deepest part of the bookcase without any hesitation, and let the spider plant hang down there.

After doing this, his hand was hanging in the air, and he suddenly felt a little lost.

Quiet, Jing Rong lowered his hands.

There was a sound of unlocking the door, it was Qu Yu who came back. He stood in front of the desk and listened quietly to the sound outside.

The other party probably changed his shoes at the door, and then his footsteps approached, and he seemed to pause outside for a while.

Jing Rong clenched his fingertips slowly, as if expecting something.

However, there was a sound of opening the door, and it slammed shut again.

Qu Yu went back to the opposite bedroom.

The strength of the fingertips disappeared instantly, and Kongluoluo hung down.

Jing Rong closed his eyes, a little sleepy for no reason, he didn't know what to think, just like when he heard Qu Yuwei's feet.

He went to the bathroom to wash his face and calm down for a while.

The hour hand moves towards the number 6, and it's time to make dinner.

He tidied up his appearance, opened the door and went out to prepare dinner.

However, when passing the living room, he glanced at the person curled up on the sofa out of the corner of his eye, and couldn't help but pause.

The other party was still wearing the red jersey, and he didn't even take off the headband, quietly huddled on the sofa, looking obediently.

Jing Rong turned on his toes and walked towards the water dispenser. He took a glass of water, pretended to turn his head inadvertently, and met the other party's eyes.

Qu Yu had already opened his eyes, his expression was a little sleepy, he looked at Jing Rong motionlessly, as if he wanted to say something.

Jing Rong suppressed the emotions in his heart, pretending to be calm and asked: "Do you need to prepare your dinner?"

They hadn't eaten together in the rented house since that afternoon.

Qu Yu seemed to be stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, thank you brother."

The tone is submissive and polite, not crossing the line or being intimate.

Jing Rong suddenly became a little unspeakably irritable. He frowned slightly, and his eyes moved down, just to land on the other party's knee, where it was still bruised and purple, and it looked like it hadn't been treated.

"Why didn't you deal with it?" Without thinking, he blurted out.

After the words fell, he showed a slightly annoyed expression.

The other party had already drawn the line on his own initiative, but he couldn't help but keep crossing the line, as if he was out of control.

Qu Yu blinked at him, her tone was still so docile: "Because no one will help me deal with it."

The boy leaned on the sofa with his elbows and looked at him with his chin: "Brother, would you like to help me?"

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