don't cry

The ginger syrup was still hot, and Qu Yu held the bowl and drank it in small sips, stopping from time to time before continuing.

Jing Rong couldn't help reminding: "You can let it sit for a while before drinking."

Qu Yu hesitated: "But, this is my brother's wish, I don't want to let it go cold."

His expression didn't look like a fake, he was vaguely serious and cherished, and the fingertips holding the bowl subconsciously twirled.

Jing Rong suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

He has never encountered this kind of situation before. Even in the face of the most crazy suitor, he can calmly refuse without giving birth to such a feeling of being a little undecided.

What's more, what Qu Yu doesn't like about him is that he admires him. The other party may admire him as if he is an idol and role model. This emotion is very pure, so clean that people don't want to hurt and destroy it.

However, this is not correct. If there is any deviation in admiration one day, it will evolve into different emotions, and then develop into an uncontrollable scene.

Reason told Jing Rong that this was a good time to break Qu Yu's filter on him, but he was stuck on what he wanted to say when he saw Qu Yu's slightly smiling eyes.

Jing Rong opened his mouth, closed it again, and finally said nothing.

Since we will live together under the same roof in the future, it is only a matter of time before this idol filter will be broken.

"Brother?" Qu Yu called him tentatively.

Jing Rong came back to his senses, hummed softly: "It's okay, don't burn yourself."

After speaking, he glanced at the time, turned and went back to the bedroom to continue reading.

Qu Yu rubbed the bowl wall with her fingertips, and smiled inexplicably as she watched his leaving back.

The bedroom door closed with a click, Qu Yu looked away, glanced regretfully at the half of the ginger syrup left, then got up and walked to the sink.

The wrist is slightly tilted, the sound of water is soft, and there is only a little dark reddish brown in the bowl, and the heat that has not subsided remains on the wall of the bowl.

Qu Yu turned on the faucet to wash away the color in the sink, and then went back to the bedroom with the bowl.

The suitcase had been packed and put on the wardrobe, the floor was clean, and the bedding was neatly arranged.

Qu Yu put the empty bowl on the bedside table, charged her phone first, and then went to the bathroom to wash her schoolbag and clothes.

After finishing all this, he opened his head and took a cold shower, and the toiletries in hand were of the same style as Jing Rong.

Qu Yu was in a good mood, humming a song while taking a bath, and opened all the windows wide after washing, and the cool and humid wind instantly squeezed into every corner of this bedroom.

Then, he sat at the end of the bed, looked at the electronic watch on the bedside, and rested his chin patiently waiting for the best time to go out.

As the hour hand approached seven o'clock, Jing Rong took off his glasses and rubbed his temples and around his eyes.

The result of concentrating on reading for a long time is that his eyes are sore and his mind is a little bit sluggish. He got up and walked to the bathroom, ready to wash his face.

As soon as the door was opened, the fragrance and sweetness of gardenia came to the face, mixed with the residual moisture, and it was a bit too cold after contacting the skin.

Jing Rong paused, wondering if the coolness was due to the temperature dropping over time, or because it was already cold.

He retracted and landed on the vertically hanging switch of the shower, and looked at the clean mirror again.

For a while, Jing Rong was not sure whether his suspicion was reasonable, after all, sometimes the mirror does not fog up when taking a bath in summer.

He turned on the faucet, and cold water flowed from between his fingers, making his mind clearer.

Whether Qu Yu takes a hot bath or a cold bath has nothing to do with him in essence. They are just roommates, so there is no need to worry too much about each other.

After washing his face, Jing Rong put on his glasses and opened the door to make dinner.

Just as the door of the opposite bedroom opened and closed, Qu Yu came out with a bowl.

Seeing him, Qu Yu's eyes lit up, and he took a small step forward: "Look, brother, I drank everything."

The ginger syrup was clean, and there was only a little trace on the bottom of the bowl.

Jing Rong looked away: "I'll make dinner."

"Then I'll help you choose and wash the vegetables." Qu Yu answered kindly.

This scene seemed familiar, Jing Rong didn't refuse, and nodded in agreement.

In the not-so-big kitchen, the two had a clear division of labor, one was washing vegetables and the other was frying. Although Qu Yu couldn't cook, she was good with a knife, and the potato shreds she cut were long and well-proportioned, very beautiful.

When Qu Yu handed a plate of shredded potatoes to Jing Rong as if asking for credit, the latter's eyes of approval made the former jump happily.

Jing Rong shook his head, thinking helplessly that sometimes his roommate is really too simple, like a child who doesn't know much about the world, he can dance happily about small things.

However, in the helplessness, there may be some inexplicable relaxation and leisure, as if someone has filled the vacancy before, which is very reassuring.

After dinner, Qu Yu volunteered to do the dishes again, while Jing Rong went back to the bedroom to answer the phone.

The call was from his mother, Xu Bing. The other party asked him about some recent matters, and then changed the subject: "Your father found a very suitable house near the school a while ago, or you can live there in the future. It is always a good idea to share the house with others. Still inconvenient."

The family has always wanted to let Jing Rong move out of the rental house, but they couldn't find a suitable house. Now they probably found a place, and they want him to move out again.

Jing Rong rubbed his phone, and said without thinking too much: "I'm used to living here, and I'm familiar with the route to school, so I don't want to waste time on such trivial matters."

Xu Bing knew that this meant refusal, so he didn't insist anymore, and asked again: "How about the shared roommate, I heard they are students who are one level younger than you?"

Speaking of this, Qu Yu's smiling face flashed in Jing Rong's mind, and the corners of his lips lifted slightly unconsciously.

"Well, very cute kid, nothing bad, we get along very well." He replied.

The phone call lasted almost 10 minutes, mainly because Xu Bingxu was giving instructions, and Jing Rong answered a few words from time to time.

Finally, Xu Bing sighed: "Anyway, go home and have a meal before school starts, and when you start class, you will be too busy to find anyone."

Jing Rong had no choice but to agree.

After finishing the call, he glanced at the time, got up and was about to go out to get a glass of water, but just as he walked into the living room with the mug, he saw a ball curled up on the sofa, which seemed to be still shaking slightly.

Jing Rong was a little puzzled, and when he got closer, he found that it was Qu Yu, who was lying on the sofa with his head drooping, his arms crossed his legs, his face was facing the wall, and his mobile phone was randomly placed on the coffee table with the screen on.

Looking depressed and sad.

Jing Rong glanced at the screen from the corner of his eye, it was grayed out, and 0/5/0 was displayed in the upper right corner, which was a very poor record.

"Aid you believe in Buddhism? Why don't you kill people?"

"The assistant asked you something, didn't you retort very happily just now, why don't you say anything now?"

"As far as your level is concerned, throwing a handful of rice on the phone screen can beat chickens better than you."

Seeing the verbal attacks of his teammates getting worse and worse, the people who curled up in a ball moved.

Qu Yu sat up abruptly, and picked up the phone: "I didn't provoke you, why do you keep swearing, do your family members know that you have such a bad temper?"

Although it was a retort, her tone was still soft, with a slightly nasal tone, not enough anger, but more than cuteness.

Qu Yu's lips were pursed high, and the center of her brow was also furrowed, looking very unhappy.

He thought for a while, as if he was going to continue to rant again, but when he raised his eyelids, he met Jing Rong's gaze, and what he wanted to say froze in an instant, only his lips were slightly parted, showing a bit dazed and cute.

It was only then that Jing Rong realized that the way he was shaking just now seemed to be crying, because Qu Yu's eyes were red, and the remaining watery light suddenly appeared, which was even pitiful.

Qu Yu quickly wiped his face, turned off the screen and got up to leave, as if he wanted to escape from this place that made him die.

For some unknown reason, Jing Rong stopped subconsciously.

The corner of Qu Yu's mouth was pressed down, and he looked at him silently. As he got closer, those beautiful eyes that were clear with water became more eye-catching, and also made people feel softer.

Coincidentally, under Jing Rong's gaze, a drop of transparent teardrop quietly rolled down from the corner of the eye, leaving a wet mark on Qu Yu's cheek.

Jing Rong hadn't seen many of his peers cry. Even his former roommates cried bitterly because of a broken relationship. He howled so much that he wished his ex-girlfriend could hear him.

Jing Rong was a little at a loss for crying like this silently.

He clenched his water glass tightly, trying to calm himself down: "If you are scolded, go back, why are you crying?"

After finishing the words, the corners of Qu Yu's mouth were lowered.

Jing Rong consciously said the wrong thing. He intended to appease the other party, but after saying it with his somewhat indifferent expression, it was more like reprimanding education.

Qu Yu reached out to wipe away the tears that were about to slip out again, and drooped her head: "I can't scold him."

His voice was a little low, and he didn't have the energetic feeling he had during the day.

Jing Rong only felt that his heart was slightly pulled, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

He glanced at the time, then at Qu Yu, who was drooping, sighed softly, and put the mug on the coffee table.

There is still plenty of time, so it doesn't hurt to spare more than ten minutes to play with each other.

"Wait, I'll take you to make a call." Then, he turned and went back to the bedroom to get his cell phone.

In fact, Jing Rong can play games, and he does well, but he thinks that reading books is more enjoyable than playing games to kill time, so he only plays games occasionally to relax.

Because he hasn't played for a long time, the game needs to be updated first.

He and Qu Yu sat side by side on the sofa, and the latter looked at him with wet eyes: "Is brother playing well?"

Jing Rong nodded hesitantly: "Fortunately, it should be enough."

After the update, he logged into the account, Qu Yu couldn't help poking his head over: "Wow, brother, you are Xingyao, you are so amazing."

There was a nice scent of gardenia on the young man's body, which was sweet and clean, and it was stained after using Jingrong body lotion.

For some reason, Jing Rong only felt that the gardenia smell was particularly strong today, and it was so sweet that it shocked him.

The tip of the other party's hair brushed against his neck inadvertently, leaving a little itchiness when they dawdled.

Jing Rong stiffened his neck uncomfortably and did not speak.

"However, our ranks are too far apart, so we can't play ranked, how about we play matchmaking together?" Qu Yu looked at him, and the dejection just now disappeared completely, but he hesitated as he spoke, "But I'm very good, It might hold my brother back."

Jing Rong's Adam's apple rolled: "It's okay, I'll pull you."

Jing Rong found a player whose profile picture was Little Pink Sheep in the friend list on WeChat. The opponent had only played more than 20 rounds in the Bronze ranks, and his records were all terrible.

He pulled Qu Yu into the team, and clicked on matchmaking.

Not long after, the match was successful. Jing Rong locked onto the jungler and turned his head to look at Qu Yu's screen. The opponent played less and had fewer heroes. He helped the opponent choose the simplest mage.

"After you go in, you can replenish troops under the tower. Don't go out casually. When I get to level four, I'll help you grab the middle lane." Jing Rong said patiently.

Qu Yu nodded obediently: "Don't worry, brother, I will definitely stay under the tower and not go out."

Jing Rong hummed and said nothing.

After entering the game, Jing Rong used wild monsters to observe the situation in the middle lane from time to time. Qu Yu was so obedient that he didn't go out to die.

He was slightly relieved, and speeded up his jungler speed, and after he successfully reached the fourth level, he helped the middle lane catch a wave, deliberately giving the head to Qu Yu.

The other party was obviously very happy: "Wow, brother, I took the head, what should I do if I am a little excited."

Jing Rong felt at ease, relaxed, and continued to catch people with rhythm.

He played well, coupled with Qu Yu's obedience, the match won without any suspense.

When the local crystal exploded, Qu Yu waved his fist excitedly, and held Jing Rong's arm with a happy face: "Brother is awesome, I like him the most."

Jing Rong felt that the small piece of skin that was pulled became a little hot, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he looked away: "You just want to be happy."

"Then, is brother still playing?" Qu Yu blinked and asked obediently.

"……Play."

The author has something to say: The jade in front of my brother: (⊙o⊙) Wow, my brother is so good, my brother is so strong, take me fly take me fly

Jade in front of others: Don’t be emotionally divided into machines/Five kills are as simple as drinking water/Wild King of Baixing National Service

Summary: As long as the acting is real enough, my brother will be able to catch it (x)