don't cry

The house Jing Rong lives in now is bigger, and the layout is similar to before, so he didn't bother to decorate it.

Jing Rong found out a new pair of slippers and handed them to Qu Yu, then turned around and took a glass of warm water for him.

When he really brought him home, Jing Rong realized that he was the only one who lived in the master bedroom, which was covered with a complete set of bedding, and the second bedroom had nothing, so clean that he couldn't sleep.

Jing Rong was a little annoyed by the irrational choice he made on the spur of the moment.

He did have other bedding, but they were piled under the bed all the time, so it was not suitable for people to sleep on it immediately.

How to arrange Quyu's rest has become a difficult matter that needs to be considered urgently.

Taking advantage of the time when he went to the small balcony to pack his clothes, Jing Rong thought for a while about how to solve it.

The easiest solution now is to let the other party make do with the sofa for one night. Anyway, he didn't say that he would let the other party live here in the future. It's nothing to stay just one night, and good friends will stay at home.

But the temperature is dropping day by day. Although it is not very cold today, the sofa is not big. He usually doesn’t like to lie on it. Open the window, and the cool air will seep in.

After thinking about it, sleeping on the sofa seems a bit wronged Quyu.

Then there is only one other option left.

Jing Rong pursed his lips, and held the hem of his shirt a little awkwardly.

As a guest invited into the house, Qu Yu maintained good personal etiquette, did not run around recklessly and looked around, and sat obediently on the sofa holding a cup to drink water.

Jing Rong's eyes fell on the other party's slightly rolling Adam's apple, and then hurriedly moved away.

He carried the collected clothes into the bedroom closet, and when he turned his head, he saw Qu Yu standing at the door of the bedroom.

The other party gently rolled up his sleeves and asked consciously, "Do you want me to make the bed or put the quilt on the sofa?"

On the contrary, he has a clear understanding, and understands that there are probably only these two suitable directions for his current situation.

Jing Rong's ears burned a bit: "No, do you want to wash up first?"

He doesn't go to the second bedroom very often. All the toiletries are here, so he can only go in one by one to wash.

Qu Yu glanced at the bathroom inside, hesitantly: "But I don't have any clothes to change."

Jing Rong's ears burned even more, and he felt more and more irrational in his various reactions and choices today.

He pushed back his glasses, hiding his annoyance.

"...So, can I borrow brother's clothes to wear first?" Qu Yumu looked at him expectantly.

Jing Rong didn't change his face, he still had that calm and dignified look, he nodded after thinking for a while: "Yes."

He found a spare set of pajamas in the closet and handed it over.

His things are basically monotonous solid colors, and his pajamas are no exception. He usually wears a set of black pajamas, and this spare set is dark gray. They are not out-of-the-ordinary colors, and they look calm and cold.

Qu Yu hugged her in her arms, looked down, seemed a little puzzled: "Something is missing."

He didn't say what was missing, but his eyes became a little ambiguous and teasing.

Jing Rong understood quickly, and suddenly felt that the other party did it on purpose, fearing that Qu Yu would hint at something, he hurriedly pushed him into the bathroom.

He breathed a sigh of relief when the splashing water sounded, and sat on the edge of the bed rubbing his temples.

The base of the ear was still burning, but it was nothing compared to before. Jing Rong glanced at the pillow, paused, and took out another pillow and placed it outside.

After doing all this, it's a done deal, and my heart is settled.

Jing Rong habitually sat at the desk, took out the diary, stopped the pen tip for a while, and then slowly began to write in the diary.

There are many things that can be written today, and it is a very pleasant way to remember while remembering. Jing Rong was a little immersed in writing, and the sound of water stopped long ago if he didn't pay attention.

When the bathroom door "clicked", his thoughts were suddenly interrupted, and he subconsciously closed the diary and pressed it under his arm, feeling a little inexplicably guilty.

The other party had never interrupted him when he was writing his diary before, and his family members also knew that he had this habit, and he would not knock on the door again at night, so this was one of the few interrupted experiences.

Qu Yu put on the dark gray pajamas he gave her, held her hair together with a towel, and massaged her fingers to help absorb the moisture.

The other party didn't know what he was disturbing, and his eyes were full of satisfaction: "Sure enough, my brother's body wash is easy to use. It smells good, and it's from my brother's body."

Jing Rong kept his sitting posture with the diary pressed down, his back was straight and his back was slightly stiff, and he was indescribably regular.

As Qu Yu said, she walked up to him and made a gesture to lower her head to let him smell it: "Smell it, it smells so good."

Normally, this move can only be said to be a bit playful and ambiguous, but at this moment Jing Rong was feeling guilty and flustered, and when the other party approached, he stood up like a cat whose hair has exploded.

The chairs made a clear rubbing sound across the floor, which was noisy and not very pleasing to the ear.

Jing Rong's back was pressed against the wall, the diary was hidden behind his waist, his forearm was tense due to the force, and blue veins were faintly visible.

His reaction was so great that even the smiling Qu Yu was stunned and looked at him in a daze.

Stared at by such a pair of ignorant eyes, Jing Rong was a little embarrassed, his fingers tightly grasped the edge of the diary, exerted a little force, his jaw was tensed, and his expression was not very natural.

Qu Yu sensed that something was wrong with him, so she didn't brush her hair, and looked at Jing Rong with a puzzled expression.

Being looked up and down by such eyes, Jing Rong became more and more unnatural, and the roots of his ears were quietly stained crimson.

"Brother is very wrong." Qu Yu narrowed his eyes and said firmly.

Although the other party has already seen through, Jing Rong still wanted to resist for a while: "No, it's just that I was numb just now, think about it and move around."

As he spoke, he moved his legs pretending to relax, as if he really just wanted to get up and move his limbs.

Qu Yu still didn't believe it, but Jing Rong was afraid of being tricked by the other party if he continued, so he simply stretched out a hand and pushed him away: "Go outside and help me water the flowers."

The wet hair was no longer dripping, but Qu Yu pointed to her head: "I want to blow my hair with a hair dryer first."

Jing Rong's pushing action paused, without thinking much, he pointed at the bedside table slightly sideways, and was about to speak, when the hand holding the diary suddenly disappeared.

He froze for a moment, then turned his head to look at Qu Yu with a proud face.

The other party was holding his diary in his hand, and he didn't look through it deliberately. He just took two steps back and waved at him: "I caught my brother's little tail."

Like a sly little fox.

The handle fell into the hands of others, but Jing Rong was not so flustered and impatient. He pushed his glasses calmly and didn't even look at the diary, as if he didn't care.

He snapped the pen cap on, and the gel pen was placed on the desk casually. Jing Rong said in a flat voice, "I said nothing, it's just an ordinary notebook."

Maybe it was because he acted too calmly, Qu Yu was a little unsure, held up the trophy and looked it up: "Is that so?"

His heart was about to jump out of his throat, but Jing Rong nodded without changing his face: "That's right."

"Liar." Qu Yu smiled at him, and pointed to the words on the book cover.

Jing Rong looked over,

--Journal.

The font is regular, it is very beautiful lower case, and it is Jing Rong's handwriting.

For a moment, Jing Rong couldn't control his facial expression well, revealing a little bit of annoyance.

The calm mask he maintained was instantly crushed because of this small loophole. Jing Rong pinched the bridge of his nose, suddenly feeling a little tired because of his rigor.

"Does my brother keep a diary every day?" Qu Yu's ending was a bit long, with a hook raised.

The tone of the words is questioning, but the expression is determined.

Jing Rong had no choice but to nod.

Keeping a diary is not a shady little habit, it's just that someone else holds your diary, as if a part of you is being held by someone else.

What's more, when Jing Rong thought about the contents of this diary, he felt a little headache.

If Qu Yu opened any page, he would find that it was all things they did together, or things related to him.

Extremely ambiguous, tender and deep.

Qu Yu, one of the parties involved, knew not to rummage through other people's diaries, but sat on the desk with raised eyebrows, and used the spoils of war as a bargaining chip to gain benefits.

He stretched out his hand to hook Jing Rong's chin, and rubbed it lightly: "Brother will probably fulfill my small request, right?"

With that said, the other hand shook the diary with a sense of presence, silently reminding Jing Rong to think it over before answering.

Jing Rong glanced at the diary and nodded: "Satisfied."

Having said that, my heart slowly tightened a little, afraid that the other party would really make some extraordinarily excessive demands.

"Then can I sleep with my brother tonight?" Qu Yu asked directly.

With a relaxed heart, Jing Rong looked at him in surprise.

But Qu Yu thought he was hesitating, and shook his diary again: "Brother said just now that he would fulfill my request, a word from a gentleman is hard to follow."

Jing Rong slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and shook his head when he heard him say this: "I didn't say I would go back on my word."

It's just a little unbelievable that I can escape like this.

Qu Yu didn't know his mental activities. Hearing this, he showed a happy expression, put his diary on the desk, hung his arms on Jing Rong's body as soon as he stretched out his arms, clung to his waist and hips with his long legs, and leaned over to peck Jing Rong with his eyes blinking. Touch Jing Rong's chin.

"Okay, take me to bed." Qu Yu ordered commandingly.

Now he is like a triumphant little beast, so cute, well-behaved and arrogant.

It's a bit of a shadow of the past.

Jing Rong raised his hand to support him, and put him on the bed obediently and dotingly.

Qu Yu is taller than him, but not much heavier, and it is a little easier to hug, but it is a bit blocking the line of sight.

Qu Yu still didn't let go, pressing the back of his neck, nose to nose: "Brother is so obedient."

Being obedient makes people want to continue to push forward and be proud of being favored.

Jing Rong didn't think as much as he did, but he still remembered his diary and wanted to get up to hide it, but Qu Yu didn't let go, so he could only bend down and lean against him.

He gently squeezed Qu Yu's waist, a little helpless: "Let go, I'll go wash up."

Qu Yu pouted at him and signaled him with her eyes.

Jing Rong had no choice but to kiss him, a superficial kiss.

Knowing the size, Qu Yu stopped pestering him and obediently let go.

Jing Rong quickly turned back to the desk and hid the diary in the deepest part of the bookcase. When he turned his head, he saw Qu Yu with a comprehending look on his face, as if he had secretly hidden some good secret just now.

His face became hot, and he subconsciously defended: "It's just writing casually."

Qu Yu didn't break the casserole to ask the end, after all, everyone has a secret.

He just swayed his feet and asked, "Is there me in brother's diary?"

Jing Rong paused, then nodded: "Yes."

Qu Yu laughed and didn't go any further.

Jing Rong couldn't help but glance into the depths of the bookcase.

The diary is full of him.

The author has something to say: Gougou made a mistake this time (should change the request!)

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感谢在2022-03-2223：16：07～2022-03-2313：50：21期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 9 bottles of Duan Jiayan;

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