don't cry

It wasn't until the health system reminded them to pay attention to rest that the two of them left the assembly line unsatisfied.

"My brother is amazing. I've never won consecutive victories. Finally, I don't have to be chased and beaten." Qu Yu put down the phone and stretched, saying happily.

Perhaps because of excitement, his cheeks were slightly flushed, his eyes were bright and clean, and the lying silkworm was just right and cute, which made people feel better when they saw it.

Jing Rong's wrist was a little sore, he rubbed his wrist lightly, and hummed: "This kind of game is not difficult, you just play it less, and it will be easy when you get in touch more."

"Really?" Qu Yu blinked, "Then I'll ask my friend later if he can teach me. He seems to be in the king section, and he is also very powerful."

There is nothing wrong with this line of thinking, but Jing Rong is slightly unhappy.

The corner of his lips that had just been raised a little fell down again, looked at the time, and said softly: "It's getting late, go to bed early."

"Yeah, good night brother." Qu Yu said without looking up at the phone.

Jing Rong took a glance from the corner of his eye and saw that the other party's mobile phone screen displayed a chat interface, maybe he was communicating with his friend in the king class.

For some reason, Jing Rong's mood subtly dropped compared to just now.

This feeling is a little hard to describe, it's probably like the kitten who has been clinging to him suddenly doesn't look back at others to act like a baby, and it's inevitable that he will be a little bit disappointed and caught off guard.

Jing Rong picked up the mug, the water had turned cold, he took two sips, then stood and waited again.

However, Qu Yu seemed to be focusing all his attention on communicating with his friends, and didn't give him a look. Jing Rong rubbed his fingertips on the wall of the cup, suddenly feeling that he was a bit boring.

He didn't wait any longer, and turned back to the bedroom with the mug in his hand.

As the door opened and closed, there was a soft click.

Qu Yu raised his head and looked towards Jing Rong's bedroom, pursing his lips in a good mood.

Sun Rui is also in a good mood at the moment.

Sun Rui: [Brother, you will be my brother from now on]

Sun Rui: [I knew that [-] stars are nothing but sprinkles to my Brother Yu]

The other party's flattering and courteous face made Qu Yu shake his head.

Qu Yu: [You performed well just now, I will give you five stars tonight]

Sun Rui: [No, we are professionals in acting]

Sun Rui: [By the way, brother, Jing Rong didn't doubt it just now, did he? ]

Qu Yu thought of Jing Rong's appearance just now, and a flash of complacency and cunning flashed in his eyes.

Qu Yu: [No, one step closer to success]

Sun Rui: [I will call out sister-in-law first]

Sun Rui: [Come on, Yuyu, you are the worst]

Qu Yu put away her mobile phone, and looked at the closed door opposite before returning to the bedroom. The smile on the corner of her lips deepened, and that pretty face became more dazzling.

After Jing Rong finished washing, he glanced at the electronic watch. It was about the same as his usual rest time, but today he didn't feel much sleepy.

He sat by the bed and flipped through a few pages of the book. After thinking for a while, he took out a diary from above the bookcase, and started writing with a gel pen in his hand.

He started the habit of writing a diary in middle school. More precisely, it was an excerpt at that time. Whenever he read some good phrases before going to bed, he would write them down in the notebook and review them every once in a while.

Later, he would also write some interesting things or thoughts that happened that day in his notebook. After a long time, he evolved into writing a diary, which has not been interrupted.

He wrote intently, the words on the paper were clear and elegant, exuding a literary gentleness, very beautiful.

【...I met a roommate who shared a room. His name is Qu Yu. This is a very quiet and well-behaved name. However, he is very lively and enthusiastic, beautiful and delicate, and has a good temper. 】

After writing this, Jing Rong paused, thinking of how the other party was crying silently with red eyes not long ago, slightly pursed his lips, and added a sentence.

[But I'm a bit crying, and my eyes will be red, like a bunny. 】

……

The desk lamp was dimmed, and the room was dark and silent.

Jing Rong took off his glasses and put them beside the pillow, and glanced sideways at the opposite bedroom where the lights were still on.

There was loud thunder outside the window, and the rumbling roar sounded like the mouth of an angry bull. The sound of rain was caught in it, and it intensified.

It's rainy in summer, and it's the same tonight.

the next morning.

Jing Rong turned off the alarm, lay flat and took a while before fumbling to put on his glasses. He picked up his phone and checked the time.

06:30 in the morning is the time for him to get up and run in the morning.

He took a deep breath, trying to clear up his chaotic brain.

After simply washing up, he stood by the window and looked outside.

The small potholes on the road were filled with rainwater. The rainstorm was not over yet, and the pattering rain was like a large net woven of thin threads, as if trying to catch someone.

The morning run could only be canceled temporarily. Jing Rong took off his pajamas, put on clean underwear, and took out the clothes he put in yesterday in the bathroom dirty clothes basket, ready to wash them.

The washing machine was on the balcony outside. He washed his underwear first, and then left the bedroom with the dirty clothes.

The house was quiet, Jing Rong skillfully poured in the laundry detergent, adjusted the time, and pressed the switch.

Having nothing to do, he took a broom and started cleaning.

Jing Rong is not against such things as housework, but he is not enthusiastic about it, because he lived alone before, and there is not much garbage, so the frequency of cleaning the house is about once every three days.

After tidying up the outside, he stopped in front of the opposite bedroom door, and when he was about to turn around to leave, the door in front of him was pulled open.

Qu Yu stood at the door without energy, wearing a black pajamas, showing her fair and slender legs.

He raised his head and yawned, his eyelids were drooping, and he seemed a little unresponsive when he saw Jing Rong, so he raised his eyelashes after a few seconds: "Good morning, brother."

After speaking, he couldn't help but tilt his head and sneezed.

This time, the slumped little rabbit became even more listless, as if he had been devastated by a violent storm.

Jing Rong glanced at his red cheeks and nodded, "Good morning."

"I might not be able to go for a morning run with my brother today," Qu Yu bit her lip, lowered her head and put her hands behind her back, "I opened the window last night to ventilate, and I accidentally caught a cold and had a little fever."

His voice was hoarse, and he couldn't help coughing softly as he spoke, and there were some water marks in the corners of his eyes.

Jing Rong frowned slightly: "Is there any medicine?"

Qu Yu raised his eyes to look at him, shook his head slightly, those clean eyes were moist, looking very pitiful.

Jing Rong put down his broom, turned around and walked to the living room. He took out the medicine box from the cabinet, and said to Qu Yu who followed him, "There are commonly used medicines in it. If you have a headache, you can take it out to find medicine. If you don't have it, go downstairs." Turn left, there is a pharmacy not far away."

He took out anti-fever medicine and cold medicine, and asked, "Is the headache hurting? Do you need ibuprofen?"

Qu Yu nodded, and stretched out his hand to take the medicine, but he couldn't help tilting his head and coughing, and sneezed along the way.

Jing Rong had no choice but to get up to fetch water and make medicine for him.

"Thank you brother." Qu Yu's complexion was not very good, because of the cough just now, tears rolled down the end of his eyes, and his eyelashes seemed to be wet.

Jing Rong handed him the water glass and the medicine, and sighed softly: "Don't go anywhere today, drink the medicine and eat something before going to sleep, and take the temperature again when you get up."

Qu Yu reached out to hold the cup, and nodded obediently.

Jing Rong put away the broom and started to work on breakfast. He cooked some porridge, cut a small plate of apples, looked back at Qu Yu who was sick, and made some rock sugar pear water for him.

Qu Yu, who was sick, was more obedient and quiet, she didn't talk much, and she ate quietly with her thick eyelashes drooping.

His face was a little sickly red, his lips were a little dry, and he put down the bowl before eating much.

This time Jing Rong didn't let him wash the dishes, and urged him to go back to the house to rest.

After finishing breakfast, Jing Rong hangs up the laundry and goes back to his bedroom to read.

Every time he reads a book, he will be very attentive, and today is no exception. He outlines the key points with colored pens, and quickly immerses himself in the content of the book.

By the time he came back to rest, it was already around 10:30, most of the morning had passed.

Jing Rong took off his glasses and rubbed around his eyes to relieve fatigue. He drank the water in the mug, got up and walked outside.

While receiving water by the water dispenser, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a ball curled up on the sofa. The other party was lying face-out wrapped tightly in a thin blanket in a very insecure posture.

Qu Yu's facial features are very delicate, even if she presses her side face in this posture, she is still very beautiful. The redness on her cheeks seems to have faded a bit, but she has become a little pale again.

Perhaps it was the sound of the water dispenser that woke him up, the thin blanket undulated slightly, and the eyelids of the person lying there trembled.

Qu Yu rubbed his sleepy eyes, saw that it was Jing Rong, and stood up yawning: "Brother, why did you come out?"

His hair is a little upturned, cute and cute, coupled with droopy eyes, he looks like he hasn't woken up.

Jing Rong hummed, and asked without answering, "Why did you fall asleep here?"

"The bed in the bedroom is too hard, I can't sleep, and the sofa can barely make up for it." Qu Yu answered honestly.

The layout of the rented house is very simple, most of the furniture was added after Jing Rong moved in, Qu Yugang may not have had time to prepare bedding when he came here, it is really uncomfortable to sleep next to the hard bed.

Jing Rong glanced outside, the sound of the rain had gradually died down, and the heavy rain was coming to an end.

"I have the contact information of the furniture city. You can communicate with the other party later and buy some things that you can use. As for the rest, you can go to the mall to buy them after your fever subsides in the afternoon."

He thought for a while, and continued: "The vegetables in the refrigerator are about to run out. Let's go to the mall together in the afternoon. What do you think?"

Qu Yu nodded, and smiled at him: "I listen to my brother."

Jing Rong's expression slowed down a little, and he showed a very shallow smile: "Take a good rest, and I will find you a contact method."

After lunch, Qu Yu took his temperature again. His fever had subsided, but just to be on the safe side, he took another dose of medicine.

The two put on their masks and called a car to go to the mall.

This time is not too crowded, they first went to the bedding area to shop around, and then went to buy vegetables and fruits.

The trolley was full of things, Jing Rong held the handrail and pushed while Qu Yu walked beside him.

The two stopped and went and bought a lot of things. When they reached the snack area, Qu Yu stopped by the chocolate shelf.

He picked up a box of chocolates, turned to Jing Rong and said with bright eyes, "Brother, I want to treat you to chocolates."

Jing Rong raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why?"

"Because my brother takes good care of me, I like him very much." After Qu Yu finished speaking, she hugged the chocolate in her arms, as if she didn't intend to put it in the trolley.

This sentence of thanks was spoken frankly, and it became a little more intimate. Jing Rong had heard many similar words, but none of them brought him a subtle feeling like today.

He hummed softly: "You don't need to be so polite, you should live together and help each other."

"No, I'm going to treat my brother to eat chocolate." Qu Yu jumped towards him, leaned his upper body slightly, and blinked his eyes, "Does my brother like me?"

Jing Rong raised his eyelids, and the eyes of the boy in front of him were slightly bent, perhaps his lips covered by the mask had already turned up again.

He knew that the other party's question had nothing to do with love, but he was still a little ashamed to answer it.

The other party stopped talking, and looked at him quietly, as if stubbornly waiting for an answer.

Jing Rong suddenly felt a little nervous, and under the gaze of the other party, he slightly pursed his lips.

"I don't hate it." He replied.

There seemed to be a flash of disappointment in the boy's eyes, but it was fleeting, and Jing Rong was not sure if he was wrong.

Qu Yu's eyes were squinted: "I heard from others that if you don't hate it, it's the beginning of liking it."

"Who did you hear?"

"I won't tell you." Qu Yu said mysteriously while hugging the chocolate.

Jing Rong shook his head and did not continue to ask.

He raised his head, ready to walk forward, but his eyes fell on the person not far in front of him, and his face turned cold.

Seeing that the smile in Jing Rong's eyes faded, the other party smiled helplessly: "Is that why you don't welcome me?"

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