don't cry
Chapter 19 Melting the Ice.
Jing Rong clenched the water cup slightly, and he looked at Qu Yu calmly.
The other party showed his innocence, as if the proposal just now was just a whim, seeing that he didn't move, he shrugged indifferently: "If brother is not willing, then forget it."
After saying that, Qu Yu got up and went back to the bedroom.
Jing Rong's eyes moved down and landed on the tea table, on which there was medicated oil for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis.
"Why don't you handle it yourself?" He asked in a slightly low voice.
Qu Yu paused when she got up, and then spread back on the sofa, with a deep look of laziness on her face: "I'm so tired from playing, I don't want to move anymore."
"If I don't help you, won't your knee be dealt with?" Jing Rong asked again.
Qu Yu rubbed his chin, seemed to think about it for a while, then closed his eyes with a face of indifference: "It's about the same. Anyway, there is no major problem, and it won't break."
He said it as a matter of course, as if he really planned to do so.
Jing Rong had nothing to say for a while, and the other party stopped moving, as if waiting for his reply.
After confronting each other for a long time, Qu Yu was the first to lose. With drooping eyelids, he got up slowly, and walked barefoot to the bedroom without slippers on.
Jing Rong reached out to stop him, his face was as calm as a lake: "Go and sit on the sofa."
Qu Yu's expression paused, and then he raised his eyelids, looking at him in disbelief, as if he didn't understand what he just said.
Jing Rong had no choice but to repeat: "Go and sit on the sofa."
Only then did the other party realize that the corners of his lips were about to be raised subconsciously, but as if thinking of something, he repressed and didn't raise it completely, and pulled it down without embarrassment.
However, he still sat back on the sofa extremely quickly, Xu Shi accidentally pulled the wound on his knee, and he couldn't help hissing softly.
Jing Rong put down the water glass and walked towards the sofa.
He had just washed his face, and his hands were still a little damp, so he took out a paper towel to dry his palms, then unscrewed the bottle cap and poured out some medicated oil.
The smell of medicinal oil is very strong, it is so rich in the world that it cannot be melted away, and it stays on the tip of the nose and does not want to leave.
Jing Rong couldn't help frowning, he didn't get hurt very much, and he didn't use this bottle of medicinal oil very much, so he wasn't used to the smell.
Rub the medicated oil on the palm to warm it up, and then cover Quyu's bruised knee.
As soon as he pressed it down, he couldn't help but his calf twitched, which was obviously very painful.
Jing Rong pretended not to notice this detail, and continued to knead and press, but with a slightly lighter pressure.
When he is doing something seriously, his eyes will watch quietly, and the frame on the bridge of his nose cannot hide his delicate and sharp eyebrows.
Qu Yu rested her chin and did not make a sound to break the tranquility.
Jing Rong's eyebrows and eyes are undoubtedly superior. When the head is lowered, the full eyebrows and forehead are exposed. The eyelashes are as thick and black as crow feathers, and they tremble slightly from time to time, showing a kind of fragile and fragile beauty.
The bridge of the nose is pressed by the frame, but the tip of the nose is delicate and small, and the lips below are slightly red, not very thin, but not too thick, it is just the right arc shape.
Qu Yu narrowed her eyes, her eyes fell on Jing Rong's lips and she couldn't move her eyes away.
Although he hasn't tasted this place, his brother's lips look very close, which is very suitable for kissing.
Thinking about it, his eyes darkened, the tip of his tongue brushed against his teeth, a little ready to move.
As if aware of his gaze, Jing Rong slightly raised his eyelids and glanced at him, and the strength of his hand suddenly increased a little.
Qu Yu couldn't help but frowned and snorted, and said coquettishly, "Brother, you hurt me."
There is nothing wrong with this sentence in this context, but Jing Rong still paused, with a slightly imperceptible stiffness on his expression.
The line of his lips was straightened, and his finger bones pressed against Qu Yu's soft thigh: "Be honest and it won't hurt."
"Then I'll be good, will my brother treat me well?" Qu Yu asked, dragging her chin.
His tone was pure and innocent, as if he was only interested in this question.
But Jing Rong's heart trembled when he was teased, and the speed of the crow feather's blinking couldn't help but increase a lot.
Not getting an answer, Qu Yu didn't wait any longer, picked up the phone from the side, and began to concentrate on playing with the phone.
Jing Rong rubbed and pressed him for a while before stopping.
He pushed the mirror frame with his wrist bone, and looked at Qu Yu who was playing with his mobile phone.
The other party seemed to be looking at something very interesting, with a real and natural smile on his face, and he was well-behaved.
Jing Rong took out a paper towel to wipe his hands. The smell of the medicinal oil was still strong, but he was not as repulsed as before, but the medicinal oil was ginger-yellow, and it stained a large area on his fingers, which could not be wiped off.
He got up and went to the medicine box and found a piece of plaster, and threw it into Qu Yu's arms: "Put the plaster on when the oil is almost dry."
After speaking, he walked back to the bedroom to wash his hands.
After several times of soaping, most of the traces of the medicated oil disappeared, only a little bit stubbornly remained on his fingertips.
He rubbed his temples and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
"Thank you brother, my knee is much better."
The chandeliers in the dining room are not very bright, exuding a slightly gentle warm tone.
Jing Rong hummed softly as an answer.
But Qu Yu put down his chopsticks and looked at him: "In return, I would like to invite my brother to a music festival."
Jing Rong paused slightly while eating, and he looked up at the other party with some doubts: "What music festival?"
"Our second grade will hold a music festival next Monday. The literary and art committee member in the class told me about it this afternoon and hopes that I can participate." Qu Yu replied obediently.
Involuntarily, Jing Rong thought of the girl who came to Qu Yu this afternoon.
"I took a look at the rules of the music festival she gave, and thought it was a little troublesome. I wanted to reject it, but now I have changed my mind." Qu Yu folded her hands on the table, "If my brother wants to come, I will participate in the music festival." Festival."
His eyes were bright and clear, and he stared quietly at Jing Rong, as if expecting him to give a correct answer.
Jing Rong picked up the vegetable leaves in the bowl with chopsticks, thought for a moment, and then calmly said: "Yes."
A big smile appeared on Qu Yu's face, obviously very happy.
Involuntarily, Jing Rong also showed a faint smile.
All the bad moods accumulated from school were swept away, and the heavy boulder in my heart disappeared without a trace.
The good mood didn't dissipate until he wrote his diary before going to bed. He put on the cap of his pen and glanced at the paragraphs written on the paper.
Glancing out of the corner of the eye, he saw the handwriting left a few days ago.
At the banquet that day, what Jingqian said suddenly sounded in his mind.
——If you really treat the other party as your younger brother, you won't be confused.
Now he vaguely understands that his attitude towards Qu Yu is not as straightforward as he thought before.
Perhaps unknowingly, he also had other thoughts.
Seeing a girl looking for Qu Yu alone this afternoon, his mood at that time may be defined as jealous or nervous, so when the other party accidentally explained clearly during dinner, he was relieved.
But he won't let anyone know about this sober cognition.
Even if he has a good impression of Qu Yu, it is just a habit of getting close after living together, not a real liking, and in his life plan, the matter of love is not at the top, on the contrary, because of the instability of love and uncertainty, which he puts at the very end.
In more than 20 years of his life, Jing Rong has always maintained a clear mind and a scientific plan. He has always believed that his choice is correct.
Thinking of this, Qu Yu's relaxed and happy smile tonight could not help flashing in his mind.
He rubbed his temples, thinking that maybe it was a wrong choice to agree to the landlady's wife to share the rent with others.
This is probably the only thing he made a wrong choice, and the series of consequences that this wrong choice brought him has completely changed his normal life.
It's like throwing a small stone into a calm lake, splashing circles of ripples.
Rationality and sensibility are once again at war in the brain, as if there are many voices clamoring and clamoring.
It is rare for Jing Rong to have the idea of giving up on himself.
He lay on the bed, looked at the ceiling, and sighed deeply.
Maybe it's because the night is too quiet, and sensibility is one of the few to take the victory position.
Perhaps it is a solution not to alienate and separate forcefully, but to take one step at a time and look at one step at a time.
He closed his eyes and thought quietly.
Jing Rong's sleep quality has always been good, and soon he fell into a dream.
After an unknown amount of time, a figure seemed to appear in front of his eyes, with a gentle luster exuding from his body.
Jing Rong wanted to see more clearly, but the figure seemed to be aware of it, and turned to face him.
It was a familiar and beautiful face, but at the moment the eyes were red and moist, as if they had already cried a lot, and the small appearance that was about to cry made people feel affectionate.
The other party opened his arms towards him, looking aggrieved, as if asking for a hug.
Jing Rong couldn't answer, he could only watch the other party go from expectation to disappointment, and finally become quiet.
And at this time, he realized that the other party didn't have a wisp on his body, and it was as clean as a ripe fruit waiting to be picked.
The other party looked at him with those wet eyes, and the swan's neck was raised into a beautiful arc.
"Brother, please don't hurt me, okay." The voice was soft and seemed to have a nasal tone.
……
Jing Rong opened his eyes suddenly.
The bedroom was dark, and there was a faint light outside the window.
He closed his eyes, waited for a few seconds, picked up his phone and checked the time.
04:30, not yet time to get up.
Jing Rong put down the phone and put his hand on his eyelids. The dream just now was too real, and the boy's tearful eyes looked at him as if he were really pitiful.
For some reason, Jing Rong felt a little excited.
His body froze, and he noticed some changes in his body. After a few seconds of silence, he got up and went into the bathroom.
The sound of running water suddenly started in the bathroom and lasted intermittently for half an hour.
The author has something to say: Time determines the attack (dog head
The other party showed his innocence, as if the proposal just now was just a whim, seeing that he didn't move, he shrugged indifferently: "If brother is not willing, then forget it."
After saying that, Qu Yu got up and went back to the bedroom.
Jing Rong's eyes moved down and landed on the tea table, on which there was medicated oil for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis.
"Why don't you handle it yourself?" He asked in a slightly low voice.
Qu Yu paused when she got up, and then spread back on the sofa, with a deep look of laziness on her face: "I'm so tired from playing, I don't want to move anymore."
"If I don't help you, won't your knee be dealt with?" Jing Rong asked again.
Qu Yu rubbed his chin, seemed to think about it for a while, then closed his eyes with a face of indifference: "It's about the same. Anyway, there is no major problem, and it won't break."
He said it as a matter of course, as if he really planned to do so.
Jing Rong had nothing to say for a while, and the other party stopped moving, as if waiting for his reply.
After confronting each other for a long time, Qu Yu was the first to lose. With drooping eyelids, he got up slowly, and walked barefoot to the bedroom without slippers on.
Jing Rong reached out to stop him, his face was as calm as a lake: "Go and sit on the sofa."
Qu Yu's expression paused, and then he raised his eyelids, looking at him in disbelief, as if he didn't understand what he just said.
Jing Rong had no choice but to repeat: "Go and sit on the sofa."
Only then did the other party realize that the corners of his lips were about to be raised subconsciously, but as if thinking of something, he repressed and didn't raise it completely, and pulled it down without embarrassment.
However, he still sat back on the sofa extremely quickly, Xu Shi accidentally pulled the wound on his knee, and he couldn't help hissing softly.
Jing Rong put down the water glass and walked towards the sofa.
He had just washed his face, and his hands were still a little damp, so he took out a paper towel to dry his palms, then unscrewed the bottle cap and poured out some medicated oil.
The smell of medicinal oil is very strong, it is so rich in the world that it cannot be melted away, and it stays on the tip of the nose and does not want to leave.
Jing Rong couldn't help frowning, he didn't get hurt very much, and he didn't use this bottle of medicinal oil very much, so he wasn't used to the smell.
Rub the medicated oil on the palm to warm it up, and then cover Quyu's bruised knee.
As soon as he pressed it down, he couldn't help but his calf twitched, which was obviously very painful.
Jing Rong pretended not to notice this detail, and continued to knead and press, but with a slightly lighter pressure.
When he is doing something seriously, his eyes will watch quietly, and the frame on the bridge of his nose cannot hide his delicate and sharp eyebrows.
Qu Yu rested her chin and did not make a sound to break the tranquility.
Jing Rong's eyebrows and eyes are undoubtedly superior. When the head is lowered, the full eyebrows and forehead are exposed. The eyelashes are as thick and black as crow feathers, and they tremble slightly from time to time, showing a kind of fragile and fragile beauty.
The bridge of the nose is pressed by the frame, but the tip of the nose is delicate and small, and the lips below are slightly red, not very thin, but not too thick, it is just the right arc shape.
Qu Yu narrowed her eyes, her eyes fell on Jing Rong's lips and she couldn't move her eyes away.
Although he hasn't tasted this place, his brother's lips look very close, which is very suitable for kissing.
Thinking about it, his eyes darkened, the tip of his tongue brushed against his teeth, a little ready to move.
As if aware of his gaze, Jing Rong slightly raised his eyelids and glanced at him, and the strength of his hand suddenly increased a little.
Qu Yu couldn't help but frowned and snorted, and said coquettishly, "Brother, you hurt me."
There is nothing wrong with this sentence in this context, but Jing Rong still paused, with a slightly imperceptible stiffness on his expression.
The line of his lips was straightened, and his finger bones pressed against Qu Yu's soft thigh: "Be honest and it won't hurt."
"Then I'll be good, will my brother treat me well?" Qu Yu asked, dragging her chin.
His tone was pure and innocent, as if he was only interested in this question.
But Jing Rong's heart trembled when he was teased, and the speed of the crow feather's blinking couldn't help but increase a lot.
Not getting an answer, Qu Yu didn't wait any longer, picked up the phone from the side, and began to concentrate on playing with the phone.
Jing Rong rubbed and pressed him for a while before stopping.
He pushed the mirror frame with his wrist bone, and looked at Qu Yu who was playing with his mobile phone.
The other party seemed to be looking at something very interesting, with a real and natural smile on his face, and he was well-behaved.
Jing Rong took out a paper towel to wipe his hands. The smell of the medicinal oil was still strong, but he was not as repulsed as before, but the medicinal oil was ginger-yellow, and it stained a large area on his fingers, which could not be wiped off.
He got up and went to the medicine box and found a piece of plaster, and threw it into Qu Yu's arms: "Put the plaster on when the oil is almost dry."
After speaking, he walked back to the bedroom to wash his hands.
After several times of soaping, most of the traces of the medicated oil disappeared, only a little bit stubbornly remained on his fingertips.
He rubbed his temples and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
"Thank you brother, my knee is much better."
The chandeliers in the dining room are not very bright, exuding a slightly gentle warm tone.
Jing Rong hummed softly as an answer.
But Qu Yu put down his chopsticks and looked at him: "In return, I would like to invite my brother to a music festival."
Jing Rong paused slightly while eating, and he looked up at the other party with some doubts: "What music festival?"
"Our second grade will hold a music festival next Monday. The literary and art committee member in the class told me about it this afternoon and hopes that I can participate." Qu Yu replied obediently.
Involuntarily, Jing Rong thought of the girl who came to Qu Yu this afternoon.
"I took a look at the rules of the music festival she gave, and thought it was a little troublesome. I wanted to reject it, but now I have changed my mind." Qu Yu folded her hands on the table, "If my brother wants to come, I will participate in the music festival." Festival."
His eyes were bright and clear, and he stared quietly at Jing Rong, as if expecting him to give a correct answer.
Jing Rong picked up the vegetable leaves in the bowl with chopsticks, thought for a moment, and then calmly said: "Yes."
A big smile appeared on Qu Yu's face, obviously very happy.
Involuntarily, Jing Rong also showed a faint smile.
All the bad moods accumulated from school were swept away, and the heavy boulder in my heart disappeared without a trace.
The good mood didn't dissipate until he wrote his diary before going to bed. He put on the cap of his pen and glanced at the paragraphs written on the paper.
Glancing out of the corner of the eye, he saw the handwriting left a few days ago.
At the banquet that day, what Jingqian said suddenly sounded in his mind.
——If you really treat the other party as your younger brother, you won't be confused.
Now he vaguely understands that his attitude towards Qu Yu is not as straightforward as he thought before.
Perhaps unknowingly, he also had other thoughts.
Seeing a girl looking for Qu Yu alone this afternoon, his mood at that time may be defined as jealous or nervous, so when the other party accidentally explained clearly during dinner, he was relieved.
But he won't let anyone know about this sober cognition.
Even if he has a good impression of Qu Yu, it is just a habit of getting close after living together, not a real liking, and in his life plan, the matter of love is not at the top, on the contrary, because of the instability of love and uncertainty, which he puts at the very end.
In more than 20 years of his life, Jing Rong has always maintained a clear mind and a scientific plan. He has always believed that his choice is correct.
Thinking of this, Qu Yu's relaxed and happy smile tonight could not help flashing in his mind.
He rubbed his temples, thinking that maybe it was a wrong choice to agree to the landlady's wife to share the rent with others.
This is probably the only thing he made a wrong choice, and the series of consequences that this wrong choice brought him has completely changed his normal life.
It's like throwing a small stone into a calm lake, splashing circles of ripples.
Rationality and sensibility are once again at war in the brain, as if there are many voices clamoring and clamoring.
It is rare for Jing Rong to have the idea of giving up on himself.
He lay on the bed, looked at the ceiling, and sighed deeply.
Maybe it's because the night is too quiet, and sensibility is one of the few to take the victory position.
Perhaps it is a solution not to alienate and separate forcefully, but to take one step at a time and look at one step at a time.
He closed his eyes and thought quietly.
Jing Rong's sleep quality has always been good, and soon he fell into a dream.
After an unknown amount of time, a figure seemed to appear in front of his eyes, with a gentle luster exuding from his body.
Jing Rong wanted to see more clearly, but the figure seemed to be aware of it, and turned to face him.
It was a familiar and beautiful face, but at the moment the eyes were red and moist, as if they had already cried a lot, and the small appearance that was about to cry made people feel affectionate.
The other party opened his arms towards him, looking aggrieved, as if asking for a hug.
Jing Rong couldn't answer, he could only watch the other party go from expectation to disappointment, and finally become quiet.
And at this time, he realized that the other party didn't have a wisp on his body, and it was as clean as a ripe fruit waiting to be picked.
The other party looked at him with those wet eyes, and the swan's neck was raised into a beautiful arc.
"Brother, please don't hurt me, okay." The voice was soft and seemed to have a nasal tone.
……
Jing Rong opened his eyes suddenly.
The bedroom was dark, and there was a faint light outside the window.
He closed his eyes, waited for a few seconds, picked up his phone and checked the time.
04:30, not yet time to get up.
Jing Rong put down the phone and put his hand on his eyelids. The dream just now was too real, and the boy's tearful eyes looked at him as if he were really pitiful.
For some reason, Jing Rong felt a little excited.
His body froze, and he noticed some changes in his body. After a few seconds of silence, he got up and went into the bathroom.
The sound of running water suddenly started in the bathroom and lasted intermittently for half an hour.
The author has something to say: Time determines the attack (dog head
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