don't cry

The music festival is held in the sophomore year. It is divided into the preliminary test and the final. The preliminary test is arranged on this Saturday, and the final is next Monday. At that time, the final competition will be held on the playground lawn.

Jing Rong got the general information from the discussion of the classmates around him, so he lowered his head and continued to read.

But after a while, the phone buzzed.

Qu Yu: [Brother, are you still coming back for lunch? ]

[I have prepared a small surprise for you today]

[Pass by and don’t miss it]

Jing Rong seemed to be able to imagine the young boy acting like a baby standing in front of him, and the ending of the soft milk would definitely be raised and extended, like a small hook, which made people feel a little itchy.

After applying the medicine to Qu Yu, the other party was like a wounded lamb, carefully testing the maximum limit of their relationship whenever they had time.

That night he decided to take a step at a time, and he no longer treated this small movement of being anxious and coquettish.

As a result, the relationship between them seems to be warming up, which is an inexplicable signal.

The other party did not get a reply after sending these three sentences, and did not continue to disturb, quietly, as if trying to stretch out with the toes, then quickly retracted.

Jing Rong thought for a while, typed,

[will go back sooner]

The other party responded almost instantly with an emoji of Cheers to Maomao, as if he had been waiting on the other side of the phone.

Jing Rong shook his head helplessly, put down his phone and continued reading.

But he didn't read much, when the phone rang, he glanced at the name and answered the phone: "Hello?"

"Come to the apartment to pick me up to the hospital. I have a stomach problem. There is no medicine here." Jing Qian's lazy voice came over.

Jing Rong frowned: "Where's the assistant?"

"I didn't come to ask for leave, so I can't contact you."

"Could it be that you drank again last night?"

The other party was silent.

Jing Rong pushed his glasses expressionlessly, and couldn't help but venomously said, "You deserve it."

That being said, he glanced at his phone, there was still an hour left before school, and there should be time to send his brother to the hospital and return to the rented room.

Without further hesitation, Jing Rong packed his schoolbag and went out to take a taxi to leave.

Jingqian has a large apartment in Shizhong District, which seemed to be the place where he raised his little lover before, but he seldom came here after he ran away.

This was the first time Jing Rong came to the apartment. After he rang the doorbell, he waited patiently for 5 minutes before seeing the door being pushed open.

Jingqian, who is usually in good spirits, now has a wrinkled shirt and disheveled hair, vividly showing what is meant by a decadent appearance after being frustrated in love.

Jing Rong couldn't help but think of the other party's confident and high-spirited appearance not long ago. It seems that the mixed-race lover may not treat his brother as much as he imagined.

Jing Qian only glanced at him lightly, then turned sideways: "It's really slow."

"It's good to be here." Jing Rong pushed down his glasses and walked into the apartment.

Thick curtains blocked the sunlight, and the room was dark. There were countless soda cans on the coffee table on the floor, and the smell of alcohol filled the room. He couldn't help frowning, and turned to open the window for ventilation.

The curtains were pulled open with a "squeak", a large swath of bright light flooded into the apartment, and wisps of wind slowly blew in through the screen window.

Jing Qian squinted uncomfortably, leaned lazily against the wall, picked up a cigarette from the side, and skillfully held and pressed the lighter.

The sparks flickered, and he raised his head and exhaled.

Jing Rong threw his suit jacket over with a blank expression, and said in a disgusted tone, "Look at what you look like now."

Unlike the children of other families, the image of his elder brother has always been that of a naughty boy in his heart. The other party can be called reliable and can help him in time when he needs help, but he is very out of tune. He looks like a veteran in love .

Who knew it would be so hard this time.

Jing Qian smiled and said nothing.

Jing Rong frowned and looked at the phone, and urged, "Aren't you going to the hospital? Let's go."

After the doctor's examination, it was analyzed that the gastritis was caused by excessive drinking. After prescribing the medicine, he was told to pay attention to diet and not to drink alcohol to stimulate the stomach in the near future.

Seeing his brother's decadent and lazy posture, Jing Rong called Xu Bing without hesitation.

After a while, Jingqian looked at him with resentful eyes: "As for what, I have to go back and be nagged again."

"If you don't take good care of your body, it's nothing to let others worry about it." Jing Rong turned back to him coldly, his eyes were calm, "It's just a broken relationship. Is it worth looking for life and death?"

Jing Qian paused and shook his head at him: "You still don't understand."

"However, it's best not to know, the pain of love, don't eat it if you can."

Jing Qian shrugged, entered the elevator and went downstairs to get the medicine.

Jing Rong stayed where he was and paused slightly. Thinking of something, he pursed his lips into a straight line and entered the elevator next to him.

Sending his worried brother home, he rejected Xu Bing's idea of ​​staying for lunch, and took a taxi back to the rented house.

When he got out of the elevator, he glanced at the time. It was half an hour later than expected. It was already lunch break time.

He unlocked the door and entered, but his eyes accidentally caught the person curled up on the sofa. The other person maintained a curled up position, closed his eyes and fell asleep lightly.

Xu Shi woke him up with the sound of the door opening. The young man frowned, slowly opened his eyes, saw the person standing at the door, and sat up slowly: "Brother, you are back."

Her sleepy voice was slightly hoarse, but still very milky, as if she was unintentionally acting like a baby.

Jing Rong hummed softly, and took a glass of water without changing his expression after changing his shoes: "Why didn't you go to the bedroom for a lunch break?"

Qu Yu shook his head, couldn't help yawning, stretched his waist and replied, "Brother promised me that I'll be back at noon, so I have to wait."

For a moment, Jing Rong felt a little guilty and distressed. It was clear that he promised the other party to come back early, but he didn't notify the other party when he had something to do at the last minute.

Thinking of the lonely figure of the other party sitting obediently on the sofa from full of anticipation to loss and sadness, and still relentlessly waiting, his heart throbbed violently, as if pierced ruthlessly by a soft thorn, dripping with blood.

Qu Yu was still sitting on the sofa, he might be really sleepy, he rubbed his eyes, his usually clear eyes were slightly reddened at this moment, with a light layer of water, as if he was about to cry.

The boy yawned, and the corners of his eyes became even more moist.

Jing Rong's sense of self-blame deepened, he put down the water glass, walked a few steps forward, squatted halfway beside the other party, raised his head slightly, and stretched out his hand to carefully wipe away the water from the end of the other party's eyes.

Qu Yu stopped yawning, her mouth was still slightly open, showing a bit bewildered.

Under the fingertips is a piece of soft and delicate skin, which is still a little wet after wiping away tears, and feels more and more obedient to the touch.

Jing Rong didn't think much about it at first, but couldn't bear to see the other party's red eyes shed tears, even if it was just physical sleepiness.

However, at this moment, he is somewhat nostalgic for the touch under his fingertips. It is warm and porcelain white, and there will be a small arc when pressed lightly, which is extremely beautiful.

Inadvertently, he leaned forward and leaned his upper body.

Like to kiss.

Qu Yu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his heartbeat accelerated a lot. His hand hanging aside was tightly clutching the sofa cushion, and his fingertips turned white because of too much force.

The atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous and delicate, even though Jing Rong was green and slow in his reaction to this aspect, he also felt something strange, his body wanted to retreat before his brain.

However, Qu Yu suddenly stretched out her arms to hug his waist, buried her head on the side of his neck, greedily plundering the fresh and elegant scent of body wash.

Although they used the same type of toiletries, Qu Yu still stubbornly believed that Jing Rong's body smelled good.

It makes people want to keep plundering and conquering, and finally leave their own scent on this healthy and perfect body.

Like a wild beast in enclosure, domineeringly displaying its possessive and destructive desires.

Qu Yu's eyes darkened, and immediately the bottom of his eyes became clean, as if the moment of paranoia and madness just now was just an illusion.

Jing Rong only felt as if he was hugged greedily by a large pet, and the other pet would rub his skin from time to time, which seemed a little flattering.

"Brother, I'm so worried that you haven't come back." Qu Yu said slowly.

He clearly promised to come back, but after so much time, he never disappeared, which made him think that the recent temptation had backfired, and made Jing Rong feel disgusted with him.

Jing Rong thought that the other party would not get any news about him, and was worried about his safety.

His fingers were stiff, but he still lifted up and stroked the other person's hair, with a sense of comfort: "I'm sorry, it won't happen in the future."

The other party was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly said, "Brother, you smell like cigarettes."

Jing Rong was stunned for a moment, and then explained: "I went to meet a friend just now, and it smelled a little bit, I'll take a shower later."

"So that's the case." Qu Yu's voice came close to his ears, low and deep.

Inexplicably, Jing Rong's heart was slightly tense, and he subconsciously changed the topic: "By the way, didn't you say you have a little surprise for me?"

As he said that, he tried to let go, trying to escape this intimate hug.

Unexpectedly, Qu Yu let go of her hand obediently.

Jing Rong pursed his lips, a little confused about his mood, after all, he was not as happy as he imagined.

Qu Yu touched the tip of his nose, as if he felt a little guilty: "It's not pretty anymore, let's prepare it for my brother tomorrow."

Jing Rong knew that it was because he was late, and when he thought of the other party preparing a small gift with joy, his heart softened.

He shook his head: "It's okay, just watch it now."

Qu Yu looked at him, hesitated for a few seconds before getting up and walking towards the restaurant.

The young man bent down and opened the door of the frozen layer. Because of his posture, his tall and delicate legs were stretched straight, his buttocks were rounded and curved, his waist and abdomen were slightly sunken, and a large area of ​​dazzling white was exposed under the hem of his loose clothes.

Jing Rong's expression froze slightly, thinking of the indescribable dream he had before, he turned his head slightly and stopped looking at the other party.

The appearance of the boy in the dream that night seemed to reappear in front of his eyes, and a feeling of dryness rose from the bottom of his heart.

Jing Rong rolled his Adam's apple, cleared his throat a little uncomfortably, got up with a little uncoordinated limbs, and almost stumbled and fell down. He quickly grabbed the handle of the sofa to stabilize his body, so as not to be too embarrassed.

Qu Yu got something in the refrigerator, closed the door and looked over, a little surprised: "What's wrong, brother?"

Jing Rong suppressed his panic, and pointed to the floor with a calm expression: "It's nothing, something tripped me just now."

It was empty there.

The author has something to say: Floor: Don't touch porcelain, thank you.

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I'm here, I'm here, there are two more chapters to the copywriting scene (rubbing hands)

While practicing driving, I am also learning driving skills seriously, hoping to drive a simple babycar (bushi) from scratch

感谢在2022-02-0923：52：52～2022-02-1322：52：09期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Mimi Youmi; 1 bottle of Xiaoyan baby;

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