don't cry

"Brother, is he your good friend?" Qu Yu tilted his head toward Jing Rong, whispering to his ear.

Jing Rong shook his head, not really wanting to elaborate: "I have no contact with my former roommates."

He didn't expect to meet Guan Yuning here by chance. The other party still hasn't changed much, and he just talks like a fool, which makes him a little annoying as before.

While Jing Rong lowered his eyes to think, Qu Yu was sizing up the visitor.

The other party has an outstanding appearance, sunny and handsome, and looks very popular, but Qu Yu's eyes are dark, and the look at Guan Yuning is not very friendly.

The matter of Jing Rong moving out of the dormitory in the second semester of his sophomore year was discussed in several forums at that time. The most widely circulated version was that he had a conflict with his roommate. The specific reason is unknown, but the two fought in the dormitory. One frame was hung up.

There are different opinions about the reason for the fight. Some people say that Jing Rong and his roommate both fell in love with the same girl, and they fought out of love. Some people say that they just didn't see eye to eye, and the little friction accumulated too much and couldn't help but explode.

Only Qu Yu knew that Jing Rong was sexually harassed by her roommates.

And that roommate is Guan Yuning.

"I haven't seen you for a holiday, and there are more little boys around you." Guan Yuning's eyes fell on Qu Yu, and he said with a smile, "Is this your little boyfriend? I didn't expect you to like this type."

The ridicule in his words was undisguised, with a hint of temptation and malice.

Jing Rong frowned, and stretched out his hand to protect Qu Yu behind him: "Pay attention to your words, don't jump to conclusions casually."

"Why, am I wrong? If you are not a couple, why did he say he likes you, and you didn't push him away in disgust, why did he call you brother, and you didn't correct me, but I remember you have a A real good brother, not Jiao Didi's younger brother."

Guan Yuning snorted coldly: "Jing Rong, I thought you would not be tempted if you were pure-hearted and ascetic. It turned out that our models collided, so what you pretended at the beginning, you just need to say clearly."

"Enough, have you finished?" Jing Rong's face was completely cold.

He didn't want to think about this terrible thing again, but Guan Yuning insisted on coming to disturb his current stable life, which reminded him of that suffocating afternoon again.

"We are not as miserable as you think. If you continue to verbally attack and slander me, then I will go through legal procedures to sue you. You can try it." He said coldly.

Jing Rong looked directly at Guan Yuning with a serious tone.

In terms of quarreling, he might almost be interested, but seriously, no one can argue with him.

Guan Yuning had seen how serious he was at the beginning, and suffered a bit, so he restrained his expression, just stared at him and Qu Yu for a few seconds, and then said angrily: "Just kidding, as for doing so Is it ugly?"

Jing Rong glanced at him indifferently, and didn't want to say any more, pushed the cart with one hand, took Qu Yu's arm with the other, turned and left.

When he was far away, he stopped, with regret in his eyes: "I'm sorry, I let you be insulted for no reason."

"Brother, I don't think he is a good person, do you hate him?" Qu Yu asked.

Jing Rong paused, and replied, "Very annoying."

"Then I hate him too," Qu Yu said, putting the chocolates in the cart, "Being annoyed by someone you hate is no different from being bitten by a wild dog on the roadside. angry."

"After all, how can a person resonate with a wild dog? Wouldn't that lower his self-esteem." He shrugged, showing an innocent expression, "If I say that, my brother will think I'm bad. "

Jing Rong's worried heart was slightly relaxed because of his words. He shook his head lightly and said, "You are right."

"So, don't worry, I didn't take it to heart." Qu Yu's eyebrows were warm, and her voice was soft and relaxed, "Brother, don't feel guilty. If you are unhappy because of this kind of person, I will be jealous."

His last sentence seemed a bit deliberately playful, as if it meant a joke.

Jing Rong couldn't help but hooked his lips, and this time he felt relaxed.

He doesn't usually smile very much, and occasionally he smiles very briefly, and he never smiled so unabashedly as he does now.

The beautiful almond eyes are slightly bent, and the lying silkworms are arched just right, and the eyelashes seem to dance along with it, stained with a smile and joy.

Qu Yu looked at him for a while, then suddenly reached out and gently touched Jing Rong's head.

Jing Rong paused with a smile and raised his eyelids to look at him.

In fact, Qu Yu is taller than him, it's just that young people like to act like a baby, so I didn't notice it if I didn't pay attention.

"Let me just say, brother is suitable for smiling more, especially in front of me." Qu Yu gestured on the palm of his mouth with his hand, "Like this, eight teeth should be exposed, hehe~"

He spoke cheerfully, his movements were cute and lively, which weakened the abruptness brought about by his actions just now.

Jing Rong's eyes were gentle, and he smiled again under his funny movements.

"That's right, let's go, let's continue to buy vegetables, shopping!" Qu Yu said, waving his right hand.

At the end of the checkout, they almost couldn't take it, and the two of them took a car to go back to the rented house with a lot of things.

As soon as the door was opened, Qu Yu threw the things on the ground and leaned back on the sofa: "Ah, I'm so tired."

He opened his hands and feet, and he spread out without any scruples, and he didn't even have time to take off his mask. He looked like a lazy kitten, with the words "do not want to move" written from head to toe.

Jing Rong changed his shoes and put vegetables and fruits into the refrigerator, glanced at Qu Yu, and asked, "Do you want watermelon juice?"

"Drink," Qu Yu raised his head and stretched out his finger, "I can drink three cups!"

Jing Rong shook his head, ignoring his rhetoric.

There is still half of the watermelon in the refrigerator, which can be used to squeeze the juice. Jing Rong cuts the watermelon into the juicer and waits quietly.

Qu Yu, who was lying dead, heard the movement and followed, looked at the juicer eagerly, and asked, "Brother, is this iced?"

"It's a little cold." Jing Rong said, "Don't drink too much, you're still catching a cold."

Qu Yu pouted, and let out a little unhappy voice, with a long and soft ending, as if she was being coquettish.

Jing Rong: "...Drink up to two cups."

"Okay, I like my brother the most." Qu Yu waved happily.

Jing Rong was a little taken aback by his words, and smiled.

Freshly squeezed watermelon juice has a beautiful color, like a dreamy orange-red gemstone in a glass.

Qu Yu sat on the sofa and took a sip of watermelon juice, shaking his calf comfortably, and then gave a thumbs up: "It's delicious, my brother is like a Michelin chef on the run, he can do everything, unlike me, even the simplest The noodles were not cooked well."

Xu Shi had a relaxed and harmonious atmosphere, and Jing Rong was rarely curious and active. He held the cup: "Didn't my family teach me?"

Although Xu Bing doted on him, he started to learn to be independent intentionally or unintentionally since high school, and being able to cook some simple meals was a compulsory course.

Qu Yu's expression paused, she rubbed the cup wall with her fingertips, a little silent.

Jing Rong looked sideways, just in time to see the other party lowering his head, as if thinking of something unpleasant, the corners of his mouth slightly pressed down.

"My mother passed away when I was very young." Qu Yu said sullenly.

Jing Rong consciously asked the wrong question, and apologized: "Sorry, I shouldn't have asked this."

"It's okay, it's over anyway," Qu Yu looked up and smiled at him, "And I'm used to it. At that time, my stepmother hated me, so my father didn't allow me to eat with them at the table. Fortunately, the maid auntie liked me. If you have a sweet mouth, you will secretly leave some leftovers for me to eat."

When he said these words, his expression was calm, as if he had been used to it for a long time.

Jing Rong frowned unconsciously as he listened, feeling sorry for Qu Yu for no reason.

The other party looked at the sun and was optimistic, but he didn't expect to live in such a family.

He hesitated for a moment, put down the glass, and patted Qu Yu's shoulder: "If you want to learn, I can teach you."

Qu Yu blinked at him, and after a while, his eyes filled with water, and when he blinked again, tears fell down.

"I'm sorry brother, I have relatively well-developed lacrimal glands, so I can't help but cry. Actually, I don't want to cry either." Qu Yu said with red eyes.

He reached out to wipe the corners of his eyes, but the more he wiped the tears, the more his shoulders trembled slightly.

Jing Rong was a little flustered, he tried to gently stroke the other person's back to comfort him, but before patting him a few times, the other person plunged into his arms.

A pair of clean and well-proportioned hands grabbed Jing Rong's shirt and squeezed it slightly.

"I'm sorry brother, can I lean on for a while?" Qu Yu asked in a low voice with a hoarse voice.

Jing Rong's movements froze, and he was a little stuck and didn't dare to move. He looked down at the back of the other's neck that was exposed without vigilance, and he could smell the fresh and sweet gardenia fragrance without bowing his head.

After a few seconds of delay, he hummed softly.

The other party seemed to be a little out of control, and the body leaning against his arms was still trembling uncontrollably.

The little rabbit was crying silently again.

Jing Rong opened his mouth and closed it again. He patted the other person's back lightly and didn't speak any more. At this time, any comforting words seemed so weak.

After crying quietly for a while, Qu Yu moved her head and withdrew from his arms.

Probably from crying too much, his eyes were flushed, and his eyelashes were also moist, with thin drops of water faintly stained.

Jing Rong took out a tissue and handed it to him: "Go to the bathroom and wash your face, I can cook whatever you want to eat tonight."

Qu Yu nodded, got up and rummaged in the shopping bag.

Not long after, he folded the box of chocolates back and handed it to Jing Rong.

He smiled shyly: "I didn't have much chance to eat chocolate when I was a child, and I always thought it was the most delicious thing in the world, so I wanted to share it with my brother, because I really like my brother, and he is a very good person. "

Jing Rong paused for a moment, and then realized why the other party cherished this box of chocolates.

When he looked at the chocolate again, he couldn't help feeling a little heaviness and pity, his heart seemed to be gently pulled by someone with a hook, and there was a subtle dull pain.

He accepted the chocolate, hugged it in his arms, and gently stroked the box, a little speechless.

"Then I'll wash my face first, brother, don't waste them, or I will be very sad." Qu Yu said cheerfully.

Jing Rong nodded: "Don't worry, it won't be wasted."

Only then did Qu Yu trot back to his bedroom with a relaxed smile on his face.

Across the packaging box, it seems that a little sweet smell of chocolate can be vaguely smelled.

Jing Rong looked down, sighed softly, got up and went back to the bedroom.

He opened the bottom drawer of the bookcase, put the box in, adjusted the angle by the way, and then closed the drawer again.

After accepting this box of chocolates, he had a subtle feeling in his heart, maybe he felt some pity and distress for his roommate, which made the other person's figure clearer in his mind.

As for the tearful eyes of the other party, he always felt as if he had seen them somewhere before.

This shallow doubt has been accompanied by Jing Rong into sleep.

It seems to be a summer too, the sun is shining, the clouds are rolling and the clouds are calming. He is wearing a volunteer red vest and helping the newly enrolled students to guide the way.

Crowded, it is easy to lose patience.

After helping for a while, Jing Rong couldn't help but went to rest under the shade of the tree. He wiped off the thin sweat from his forehead, and felt a little relieved looking at the immature faces full of longing and yearning.

At this moment, a stumbling figure suddenly entered his field of vision.

The other party was wearing a mask, and was pulling a suitcase in each of his left and right hands, and was carrying a large schoolbag. It didn't look like he was going to school, but rather like moving.

He exhaled lightly, and lifted his footsteps.

"Student, do you need help?"

The other party raised his head in astonishment, his eyes were as moist as clear springs, and his beauty was indescribably beautiful.

Jing Rong's heart moved slightly, as if the sun was shining into his heart.

The author has something to say: Gougou: So, it was my brother who provoked me first (with confidence)