spirits in throat

"Oh, let me tell you, this Mr. Lu, I have already seen that something is wrong. Later, I have to take my second treasure to the hospital for a physical examination, and don't get something wrong with some unclear medicine."

It's already ten o'clock in the evening, and you can still see a few women gathered downstairs to watch the fun, and you can hear the landlord's sister Zhang's loud voice from a long distance away: "This happened, I don't know if my house is still alive. Is it okay to rent it out?"

"I don't know exactly what it is. There is a cordon around it, so I don't let you see it. It must not be a trivial matter."

"Xiao Rong, you're back from get off work."

Rong Zhao nodded as a response.

Sister Zhang saw Zhou Ye who was not to be messed with, who was following Rong Zhao, she forced a smile, and said to Rong Zhao, "Bring your friends."

"By the way, Xiao Rong, if you often bring friends here, you can change the room. Mr. Lu's room is very big."

While walking inside, Rong Zhao casually replied, "No need."

He had never brought anyone here before, and he had only brought Zhou Ye. The first time was when the leader insisted on condolences to his subordinates, and the second time was when he lost his head and saw that the leader had no place to live.

Zhou Ye followed Rong Zhao up the stairs. Both of them had long arms and legs. The stairs were a bit crowded, and they touched each other's arms every time they moved.

You rub me once, I touch you twice.

Rong Zhao turned his head and looked at Zhou Ye: "Why do you have to squeeze with me?"

Zhou Ye's expression was quite innocent: "The two people who went up just now walked side by side."

Rong Zhao rubbed his temples with a headache: "People are lovers."

It's normal for couples to hug each other, let alone get close.What does it look like two big men squeezed back and forth.

Zhou Ye was glared at by Rong Zhao, and he stopped consciously, letting Rong Zhao lead two steps before following behind him.

"Officer Rong."

When Rong Zhao heard Zhou Ye calling him, he turned around and asked, "What's the matter?"

Zhou Ye: "It's okay."

Rong Zhao: "I'm sick."

Zhou Ye actually wanted to ask Rong Zhao, did he exercise regularly, or why his butt was so upturned, but he didn't dare to ask now, for fear that Rong Zhao would kick him down the stairs on the second floor if he lifted his leg.

It's the best of human kindness for someone to take her in, so don't be shy, just shut up and be honest.

Rong Zhao bypassed the vigilance at the door of Lu Hairong's room, walked to the door and took out the key.

He hesitated for a moment, then turned around and said to Zhou Ye, "How about you go to the hotel at the south intersection of Shilian Road? Just now you asked if there is any special service in there."

Zhou Ye explained: "I didn't, I didn't mean that, don't get me wrong, I'm not that kind of person." He just said it casually.

Rong Zhao looked at Zhou Ye: "You've got the wrong focus."

"The point is, I think it's better for you to go out and live."

Zhou Ye answered very simply: "No, I'm afraid that the sanitation is not up to standard. Even if it's a hotel, it must be four-star or above."

Rong Zhao turned around and opened the door: "Look at my star rating." It's so simple that it's not as good as a small hotel on the street.

Zhou Ye followed Rong Zhao in: "Your place is different, at least it's clean and hygienic."

Rong Zhao went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and then he remembered: "I don't have any extra toothbrushes here, and you didn't bring a change of clothes."

Fearing that Rong Zhao would drive him away again, Zhou Ye hurriedly said: "It's okay, you go to bed first, I washed the clothes, and dried them with a hair dryer or a fan."

"Toothbrush, I'm going to buy it now."

After speaking, he ran out like a gust of wind, without giving Rong Zhao any room to refuse.

Going to the nearest canteen, Zhou Ye bought a toothbrush and was about to leave. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw several boxes of orange candies on the shelf, and bought five candies with the last three yuan coins he found in the office drawer.

It's embarrassing to live in other people's houses for nothing, and reciprocity is what should be done.

Rong Zhao locked the bathroom door, took off Zhou Ye's white shirt, removed the bandage tied around his shoulder, and looked down at the scar.

A complete set of human tooth marks, neatly arranged, the skin in the middle is broken, and the flesh and blood can be seen.

Although Zhou Ye's bite awakened him from the chaotic state, it was too cruel. If there is a scar, it will last forever, and the shoulder is such a sensitive place, it is difficult for people not to think about it.

Fortunately, he has no plans to find a girlfriend.

Rong Zhao wiped his body with a warm towel, carefully avoiding the wound, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

Although he is not looking for a girlfriend, leaving someone else's imprint on himself still makes him uncomfortable.He couldn't get angry with Zhou Ye, after all, he wanted to save him.

Putting on his pajamas, Rong Zhao walked to the window with his mobile phone: "Hello, Forensic Doctor Wu."

As soon as Zhou Ye entered the door, he heard Rong Zhao calling Wu Hao.

He was wearing a black pajamas, holding a mobile phone in one hand and drying his hair with a towel.His hair was still dripping, and the color of his hair was the same as that of his eyes, dark and bright, bottomless.

Zhou Ye walked over, afraid that Wu Hao on the other end of the phone would not hear him, and said loudly, "Rongrong, I'm back from buying a toothbrush."

Sure enough, Wu Hao was asking, Rong Zhao had no choice but to explain: "Seeing that he is pitiful, he will be taken in if he has no place to live."

Wu Hao said on the phone: "Xiao Zhao, don't be fooled by some big bad wolf in sheep's clothing, he will have no place to live, what an international joke."

"Anyone may have no place to live, but Zhou is absolutely impossible."

Hearing Wu Hao's voice, he got a little excited, and Rong Zhao went straight to the point: "I just called to ask Fayi Wu, what ointment is especially effective for removing scars."

"The location is, the shoulder."

Wu Hao asked with concern: "Why did you get injured? Is it serious?"

Rong Zhao didn't want to say more, what's more, he knew that there was something between Wu Hao and Zhou Ye. He couldn't say that it was bitten out by Zhou Ye. It's impossible for a human being to say they don't mind.

"It's not serious, but I'm afraid it will leave scars."

Wu Hao reported the names of several medicines in one go; "Some of them are private prescriptions of major hospitals, and you can't buy them outside. I will bring them to you tomorrow."

Rong Zhao didn't want to owe others favors, so he said, "Then let me treat you to dinner in a few days."

Wu Hao was very happy. He had been looking for a chance to invite Rong Zhao to dinner, but was rejected by the other party: "That's fine, that's it. By the way, if you don't want to leave scars, besides using ointments, you should also pay attention to a light diet."

Rong Zhao: "Okay, thank you Fayi Wu."

Zhou Ye leaned against the window, turned his head to look at Rong Zhao, his eyes fell on his left shoulder, his clear eyes sank: "You hate me?"

"No," Rong Zhao threw the phone on the bed, "It's not appropriate to leave scars."

Zhou Ye walked up to Rong Zhao, looked down at his neck, rolled his Adam's apple, and said in a hoarse voice, "Show me my work."

Rong Zhao glanced at Zhou Ye, then pulled the neckline of his pajamas: "No." After speaking, he turned around and began to make the bed.

Zhou Ye smiled, and went to the bathroom to find the white shirt that Rong Zhao had replaced and washed it.

After washing and drying, Zhou Ye put it on his nose and smelled it: "Rongrong, your laundry soap smells so good."

He looked at the brand of laundry soap and expressed genuine doubts: "I've used the kind you bought before, but it doesn't have the fragrance of yours. It's strange."

No one responded, Zhou Ye turned his head and saw Rong Zhao sitting on the bed, leaning on the pillow, holding a book in his hand.

It was rare to see him in such a relaxed posture, Zhou Ye took a few extra glances, walked over, bent down and looked at the title of the book "Dream of Red Mansions".

"You can also read this book?"

Hearing Zhou Ye's voice, Rong Zhao raised his head, "I can't see it."

Zhou Ye sat by the bed: "If you can't see it, you still watch it, hypnosis?"

"Oh~~," Zhou Ye didn't have the slightest defense, and was almost kicked to the ground. He rubbed his lower back, turned his head and asked, "Why are you kicking me again?"

Rong Zhao put "A Dream of Red Mansions" on the small cabinet next to the bed, and glanced at Zhou Ye: "Who told you to touch my bed."

Zhou Ye stood by the bed: "I don't touch the bed, I'll sleep there."

"Could it be that you are going to let me lay the floor?" Zhou Ye looked at the floor under his feet, "Although it is summer now, the floor is cold, especially it is made of cement. In the future, when you get old, your bones will painful."

Rong Zhao looked lightly at the floor beside the bed that Zhou Ye pointed at: "I didn't let you sleep here."

Zhou Ye laughed, and said as he walked towards the bed, "I knew that Rong Rong is the one who loves people the most."

Rong Zhao pointed to an open space in front of the cooking place farthest from the bed: "I mean, you go to sleep there, stay away from me."

Zhou Ye stopped walking forward, looked at Rong Zhao steadfastly, and covered his heart: "It's so cruel."

Rong Zhao ignored this dramatist, he got off the bed, called the wardrobe, and there was a bright red dress hanging in the middle.

Zhou Ye came over and said, "Can you lend me a pair of trousers, big trousers are fine." He was wearing the trousers he wore during the day, and he always felt the air-conditioning and the smell of death from being in the ice room during the day.

Taking advantage of Zhou Ye not seeing anything, Rong Zhao slammed the door of the cabinet shut, shaking the simple wardrobe made of composite panels almost collapsed.

Zhou Ye looked at Rong Zhao's slightly flushed face: "If you don't borrow it, you won't borrow it. What are you doing with such a big temper? Your face is flushed with anger."

After Zhou Ye turned and left, Rong Zhao took out a thin quilt from the closet and threw it on Zhou Ye, and took a rolled-up mat from the closet.

Holding the mat in one hand and the quilt in the other, Zhou Ye laid it out next to Rong Zhao's bed, took a book as a pillow, and lay down: "I don't go to the kitchen, there is a trash can, how difficult is the trash can in summer?" Smell."

Seeing Zhou Ye refusing to leave, Rong Zhao bent down, grabbed the mat and dragged it aside, not caring that Zhou Ye was lying on it right now.

"No, your shoulder is injured, so you can't use your strength," Zhou Ye got up from the mat, picked up the quilt and the so-called pillow, "I'll roll myself."

When Zhou Ye finally rolled away, Rong Zhao turned off the light and went to bed, leaving only a small lamp beside the bed.

Zhou Ye was not used to the buzzing sound of the old-fashioned air conditioner and fan, and couldn't fall asleep because of tossing and turning.

He turned sideways and looked at Rong Zhao who was three meters away: "Are you asleep?"

Rong Zhao turned over without making a sound.

Zhou Ye took the "Dream of Red Mansions" that he used as a pillow and flipped through it in his hand: "Since you can't read it, and you don't like to read it, why do you have to read it in your hand?"

Rong Zhao turned his back to Zhou Ye: "If you can't sleep, there are still several copies of "Water Margin", "Notre Dame de Paris", and "One Hundred Years of Solitude" on the cabinet next to you."

Zhou Ye smiled: "Why do you buy this kind of must-read list for middle school students? Isn't hot-blooded comics good to watch?"

Under the dim light, Rong Zhao said, "Go to sleep."

Someone confiscated all his passionate comics before, and hoped that he would read more nutritious books like this. He has never opened them before, but now he can't fall asleep without turning a few pages every day.

With a "snap", Zhou Ye raised his hand and slapped a mosquito to death. The mosquito blood was all over his palm, so he had to get up and go to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Seeing that he was not asleep, Zhou Ye took out the few orange candies from his pocket and put them beside Rong Zhao's pillow: "Thank you for taking him in."

Rong Zhao's mouth was bitter, so he peeled off one and put it in his mouth, put the candy wrapping paper on Zhou Ye's hand, huddled under the quilt and closed his eyes.

Zhou Ye lowered his eyes to look at Rong Zhao, who had taken off all his armor. He rarely showed a cute and soft side. He couldn't help stretching out his fingers, wanting to poke his cheek.

Thinking that the consequence would most likely be being kicked out, Zhou Ye obediently went back to his floor.

Rong Zhao held an orange candy in his mouth and didn't fall asleep for a long time.

The presence of another person in the room made him very uncomfortable.

"Why don't you apply for a dormitory?"

Hearing Rong Zhao's voice, Zhou Ye replied truthfully: "I think the condition is not good, that bed is too cute."

Rong Zhao turned around and looked quietly at Zhou Ye who was lying on the floor: "It's better than sleeping on the floor."

The dormitories assigned by the Municipal Bureau are usually in nearby residential buildings, and any one is better than this dilapidated urban village.

Zhou Ye didn't know how to answer this question, he didn't even think about it himself.

Rong Zhao crushed the orange candy in his mouth, swallowed it, and said, "Does Forensic Doctor Wu care about yours?"

Zhou Ye snorted lightly: "Can he control me?"

Judging by the tone, they should be having a conflict, and it's no wonder Zhou Ye has nowhere to go.Rong Zhao was not interested in other people's emotional problems, so he didn't say much.

"Then you'd better apply for a dormitory, I can't accommodate two people here."

Zhou Ye was not very happy when he heard this: "Even if you apply, you won't be able to approve it for a while. Besides, it's the graduation season, and many newcomers have submitted their applications. Whether there are any extra houses is another matter."

"Also, I'm not used to sharing a room with people, it makes me uncomfortable."

Rong Zhao sat up from the bed, turned to look at Zhou Ye: "I'm not human?"

Zhou Ye looked at Rong Zhao under the light, tilted his head and said, "That's not what I meant."

Rong Zhao lay down again, and heard Zhou Ye ask him: "If you were alone in the ice room today, and Lu Hairong was right in front of you, what would you do? Would you kill him to avenge He Yanyan?"

Rong Zhao turned his back to Zhou Ye: "No. He will be arrested and he will be punished by law."

In the end, I don't know who fell asleep first. Early the next morning, Zhou Ye woke up first, brushed his teeth, washed his face and tidied up, and cooked half a pot of porridge with the authentic Northeast Wuchang rice he brought last time.

Rong Zhao's waking mood was dispelled by the sweetness of the rice porridge. After eating two bowls, even looking at Zhou Ye felt much more pleasing to the eye.

He seldom cooks porridge himself, and finds it troublesome and time-consuming.They are all bought directly at the porridge shop next to the alley downstairs.

No matter how many kinds of miscellaneous grains and rock sugar are put in the porridge at the porridge shop, it tastes like a faint machine smell, and there is no artificial fragrance at all.

There was still only one bowl in Rong Zhao's house. Zhou Ye exchanged a piece of orange candy for two disposable paper cups with Sister Zhang's youngest son, and then used the paper cups to serve the porridge. He stood at the dining table and ate breakfast.

"Next time, buy an extra set of tableware."

Rong Zhao put down the bowl and chopsticks: "No, it's not necessary."

Zhou Ye took a sip of the porridge, and looked at the overly crude room in front of him: "Your house doesn't look like living at all. Next time, I'll make sandwiches for you to eat. Toast, lettuce, luncheon meat, tomato, and eggs can make this A bowl of porridge tastes better."

He continued: "My master used to love to eat pickled mustard. After marinating, put the oil in a hot pan, cut some shredded pork and fry it until fragrant. It is most suitable to serve with porridge."

Listening to Zhou Ye's description, Rong Zhao felt that the fragrant porridge suddenly became less fragrant: "Stop talking."

Zhou Ye looked at the dilapidated tables and chairs and the gloomy walls, and then at Rong Zhao. The beauty of the scene was too unsuitable.

"Are you really thinking about moving out of here?"

Rong Zhao nodded: "I'll talk about it later, at least I won't move for the time being."

Zhou Ye was very aware of being dependent on others. After eating breakfast, he took the initiative to wash the dishes, the kitchen was also cleaned up, the floor was swept, and the garbage was sorted.

Coming out of the room, Rong Zhao locked the door and led Zhou Ye downstairs.

The landlady, Ms. Zhang, was helping the child with homework. Holding a feather duster in her hand, she gritted her teeth and said, "After three days of fishing, how can I spend two days on the Internet? You go online."

Zhou Ye looked at the unlucky child with joy, and smiled gloatingly.

Even Rong Zhao had a faint smile on his face.

An old man on crutches was sitting at the door of a nearby house. He had lost all his teeth. When he saw the child screaming and screaming from the beating, he laughed and persuaded him: "You can't hit the head, you have to hit the idiot, spank the butt. "

A pair of young lovers came down from upstairs, and the girl hugged the boy's arm: "Valentine's Day is coming, I want to buy a new electric fan."

The boy scratched the girl's nose: "What kind of gift is an electric fan? Don't you always want to buy that carved lipstick? Just buy that."

"Is Valentine's Day coming soon?" Zhou Ye turned to look at Rong Zhao as he walked, "Have you celebrated Valentine's Day?"

Rong Zhao whispered, "No."

Zhou Ye said happily: "What a coincidence, I've never been there before."

Zhou Ye's cell phone rang, and it was Wang Xiaoming calling.

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Ye turned to Rong Zhao and said, "The memory card found in Lu Hairong's camera has been deciphered. It is a three-second video taken six and a half years ago."