My old enemy from my previous life shared a bedroom with me

Ruan Qingmu listened in a daze, and then whispered for a long time: "It's all registered, and Lao Jian has also approved it."

Can't get any closer.

Every time you get closer, you will be happier, and when you are separated, you will feel more sad and unspeakable.

When we parted by the riverside for the last time in my previous life, this person looked at the surging river, and was silent for a long time, saying "If it's true, I will give you justice when we see you again".

Since then, he seems to have been vaguely looking forward to the day when they will meet again.

Zong Xiao thought that this person would eventually come full of guilt, held his sword in his hand to apologize solemnly, and laughed arrogantly and triumphantly: "Oh, it turns out that Qin Shaoxia will also admit his mistake one day. Well, I will spare you to pay me a pot Peach Blossoms."...

He recovered from his trance, rubbed his face vigorously, and forced a smile at Qin Yuan: "It's just upstairs and downstairs, you can come to me to play cards in the future, and I can also ask you if I lift my foot down." ,the same."

Qin Yuan sat silently, leaning against the wall quietly, his phoenix eyes drooping.

After a while, he looked at the time display on the desk lamp and said softly, "Go to sleep."

Ruan Qingmu suddenly picked up the phone, pointed it at the small desk lamp, and started looking for an angle.

After taking several pictures from left to right, he looked at the person in the background of the picture, and suddenly his heart moved slightly.

He quietly adjusted the angle, and was about to press the camera button, but Qin Yuan raised his head, looking silently.

Ruan Qingmu's hands trembled slightly, and the screen she pressed was a bit blurred.

In the camera, a warm halo was woven like water, reflecting that familiar side face. When he looked towards the camera, his expression was calm, and his pair of phoenix eyes shone with starlight.

Ruan Qingmu quickly waved her hand: "Don't worry, I'll take a photo of the desk lamp."

Holding the mobile phone, he used a photo search on Taobao, and soon, the exact same product was identified.

... What the hell is 798 yuan? ?

Produced in the UK and won the German Red Dot Industrial Design Award, "simple and elegant appearance, first-class texture guarantee".What the hell, isn’t the similar small table lamp made in Yiwu on Taobao only a few dozen yuan?

He searched for a long time, and finally closed Taobao resentfully.

Damn, if I want to buy a table lamp of the same style to use on the fourth floor, it will cost me a month's living expenses.

The hard life of last month has just ended, and this month's new living expenses of [-] yuan have just come down, even if he wants to, he can't spend money like this.

In this broken world, there are air conditioners and mobile phones. It's very fun, but everything needs money, and you still have to earn it yourself!

……

Lao Jian's actions were very fast. After receiving Ruan Qingmu's application for dormitory transfer, the formalities were completed immediately.

There was no class on Saturday afternoon, so Ruan Qingmu went to the first floor to carry her luggage before leaving school to go home.

When she pushed open the door of dormitory 106, she didn't know if something was wrong, but the quiet and cold roommate didn't stay in the dormitory. Ruan Qingmu looked at the empty dormitory and began to tidy it up.

When he opened the unlocked cabinet door, he was startled suddenly.

There was an extra plastic bag, and when I opened it, I found that exquisite little desk lamp inside.A note was left next to it, on which was a line of strong pen writing.

"A farewell gift - I wish you progress."

……

On the road outside the school, Qin Yuan opened the door of the car and sat in the back seat.

Uncle Yan drove the car steadily, looking at the boy in the back seat, a little uneasy.

Although the child who grew up watching him always looked like a boy with facial paralysis in the eyes of others, in his eyes, he could tell when the child was really indifferent and when he was a little happy. .

If it is said that after the start of this semester, his young master seemed a little imperceptibly cheerful, but now, his mood is much lower.

"Did Xiaoyuan study hard recently?" He was at a loss for words.

Qin Yuan looked away from the scenery outside the window: "Well, it's not hard."

The car drove out of the neighborhood near the school, heading towards a quiet and luxurious neighborhood.

The temperature in September is a little cooler, and the wind blows in from the half-open car window, carrying the fragrance of unknown roadside flowers and trees, dark and delicate, which is the familiar smell of this city.

Qin Yuan sat in the back seat, his shiny black forehead was blown. He lowered his head, silently tore open a small pastry in his hand, slowly put it to his mouth, and began to eat bit by bit.

When Ruan Qingmu left, the bed and table were cleaned up, only a bag of this was left on his table.

The snow-white puff pastry, the dark red sour-sweet hawthorn stuffing are the same as the ones on his table when he first lived in 106.

Hawthorn pot helmet.

Something that has never been eaten before, the sweet and sour taste is mixed with the crispy dough, which looks extra long and dense.

Uncle Yan looked at him from the rearview mirror, and asked curiously: "The snacks in the school cafeteria are so delicious."

This child never eats sweets. It seems that the food is quite sweet, right?

Qin Yuan gave a "hmm" and corrected: "The students gave it, not the cafeteria."

Uncle Yan was very happy: "Oh, is it your classmate in the dormitory?"

After school started, the child suddenly took the initiative to tell him that a new classmate had moved into his single dormitory. Although he was from another class, he was very interesting and had a good character.

Although it was only a few words, it was serious and very happy.

Qin Yuan on the back seat slowly bit the haw jelly: "Well, he sent it."

After a long time, he said in a low voice: "But he has already moved away and went back to his class dormitory."

Uncle Yan was startled, and glanced at the quiet young man in the rearview mirror, feeling a little sad for some reason.

"There will be new students coming." He quickly comforted, "If you feel deserted, you can find a male student from your class to live here."

The big boy in the back seat of the car ate the pastry expressionlessly, with some dark red stuffing on his thin lips, and he said coldly after a long time: "No."

Don't want anyone to live in it anymore.I didn't think about it before, and I don't think about it anymore.

The Qin family has been running a local business for many years, so there is no shortage of real estate. This house was specially bought for Qin Yuan to rest on weekends because he had to go to school nearby.

The community is about half an hour's drive from Experimental High School, with tight security and beautiful greenery. It is a rare high-end community with low floor area ratio in urban areas.

Uncle Yan parked the car in the underground garage, and got on the direct elevator with Qin Yuan.

The apartment has a large area. The apartment the Qin family bought for their son is about 200 square meters, which is a large flat.When I moved in a year ago, I did a fine decoration in advance. In addition to the bedroom and the big study, I also specially decorated a gym with a lot of sports equipment, and a big sandbag for boxing was hung in the center.

After unlocking the combination lock and entering, Qin Yuan put his schoolbag on the entrance cabinet next to the door, and Uncle Yan carried a large bag of things from the trunk of the car into the kitchen.

"I've put milk and fruit in the refrigerator. Aunt Liu will bring food later and make you dinner. Is there anything else I want to buy?" He looked at the stock in the refrigerator.

Qin Yuan shook his head: "Everything is complete."

"Okay, what are you missing, send me a text message, and I will drive to pick you up at noon tomorrow."

Qin Yuan was silent for a while, and then said: "Let's talk again, Uncle Yan, wait for me to text."

Uncle Yan sighed in his heart: "That's fine."

Uncle Yan closed the door and left. Qin Yuan opened the suitcase, put the school uniforms that needed to be machine-washed into the washing machine, and pressed the wash button.

He washes all the underwear he wears by himself, but it takes a lot of effort to wash the whole set of school uniforms. In addition, he changes them frequently, sometimes even in the morning and afternoon. It is too troublesome to wash them all by hand.

Usually, it is simply rinsed with water, rinsed with sweat, and then dried. On weekends, take it home and then machine wash it uniformly. After drying, take it back to school next Monday.

When Ruan Qingmu first moved in, she was worried about this.

Although it seems that the family background is very bad, but he must be spoiled by the family, he is a guy who does not stick to the spring water.

He doesn't even know how to wash his clothes. When he changed his school uniform for the first time, he was stunned for a long time by the dirty clothes.

He also loves to be clean, and he looks like he has no way to do it, and he doesn't want to do it.

"What can I do, will it stink if I don't wash it? But if you just soak it for a few hours, it won't clean itself? Hey, monitor Qin, how do you deal with your dirty clothes? Oh yes, you have a lot of clothes. Swap, damn it."

Qin Yuan stood by the washing machine, staring blankly at the splash of water flowing under the transparent top cover.

The white and blue school uniform was twirling inside, and the guy's clear and distressed voice sounded in his ears again: "Hey, if I force Bai Jing and the others to wash it for me, is this considered campus bullying?"

...Suddenly, the phone rang.

He looked away from the water, looked at the number, and waited for a while before pressing answer.

"dad?"

On the phone, the middle-aged man's voice was thick and cautious: "Xiaoyuan, are you home?"

Qin Yuan looked at the lifeless apartment, and then at the cold kitchen.

Family?

"Yeah, I'm home, Uncle Yan just left." He replied calmly.

The man's phone was a bit noisy, and there was a little girl's soft voice vaguely in it. It was hard to tell whether it was the TV or the real person: "Okay, I will arrive by train at [-] noon tomorrow, wait for me to find a good restaurant, and I will be old when the time comes." Yan will send you here directly, and I will have a meal with you."

Qin Yuan stood by the washing machine, looking at the repeated water flow: "Dad, you are also busy with work, so it is really unnecessary to spend three or four hours for a meal."

The man's voice was a little anxious: "Are you busy or not, how many hours can you spare no matter how busy you are? Besides, I also want to see you, Xiao Yuan—"

Qin Yuan cut him off: "Dad, Aunt Wei is 35 or [-] years old, and it's not easy to have a second child. You should spend more time with her when you have time."

There was silence on the other end of the phone, not sure if it was embarrassment or what.

The beep of the washing machine sounds, the washing is completed, and the drying begins.Qin Yuan's voice was calm, without any emotion: "Besides, I'm really busy with my homework now, and it takes a few hours to go back and forth for a meal, which is enough for me to do a few sets of questions, really."

The middle-aged man seemed to sigh faintly over there.

"Okay..." His voice was a little weak, "Then I won't be going back this week. If you want to eat, you must call Aunt Liu."

After a pause, he said again: "You don't have to worry about Uncle Yan, just go to him if you need anything, understand? By the way, I just charged 2 yuan to your card. You..."

"Okay, I see, Dad, you can go now." Qin Yuan said lightly.

The phone finally hung up.

Qin Yuan walked back to the study, sat at the desk, grabbed the phone, and dialed a number.

"Aunt Liu, you don't need to come at night." He whispered, "I study at school and eat in the cafeteria for dinner."

There are a lot of homework and test papers on weekends, and the math, physics and chemistry in the competition class is even more problematic. The test papers and materials on his desk are spread out, covering the huge desktop.

One by one, the sky outside gradually darkened.When I turned on the desk lamp casually, the small clock on the table had already pointed to 06:30.

He stood up and went to the kitchen.I opened a bottle of milk, put some fruit oatmeal and imported nuts in it, and heated it up.

Returning to the desk with milk and oatmeal, he drank it slowly.

This apartment is on the 26th floor. Looking down from the sky, the beautiful Xijing Lake is not far away. There are artificial bright street lights around the lake, which are now fully lit. In the middle of the night, a dark gentleness is outlined.

This is a high-end community, and the distance between the buildings is very large, but looking at it from a long distance, the windows with lights are lively and warm.

In the kitchen in the diagonally lower corner, a man and a woman were cooking side by side, their ages were unknown, but their movements were intimate; in the living room of another house, the curtains were not drawn, and there was a child rolling on the cushions on the floor.

The oatmeal milk in my hand is slowly cooling down, there is no sugar in it, and it becomes even blander when it cools down.

He rushed out of the study suddenly, rummaged through his schoolbag, and found the bag of hawthorn pot helmets.

When biting down with milk cereal, I finally have a different taste in my mouth.

Turn on the phone, the class group and grade group are full of excitement.

Li Jianquan, the school committee member of Class 2, carefully left him a private message, asking him the answer to the last question in the math competition paper;

Fu Songhua yelled in the class group, asking if anyone would go back to school early tomorrow night, and take the time to play a game before evening self-study;

In the age group, someone anonymously said that it is not easy to lead the juniors and juniors of this year, and that the first-year high school freshmen’s class flower and class grass selection started to collect votes so early; the famous Bai Xiaosheng retorted him farting, saying which class Do not brush?

He browsed silently for a long time, and looked through the hundreds of records in front of him one by one, but he didn't see the person speaking lazily.

He took a picture of the last question of his math test paper and sent it to Li Jianquan.

Just after posting, Fu Songhua's private chat arrived: "Boss, Boss, are you there? Are you playing tomorrow? Come early, come early, please, please!"

Students who live on campus usually have two times to return to school on weekends. Those who live close to their homes will choose to come over on Monday morning; while those who live farther away are afraid of being late on Monday, so they often return to school on weekend evenings.

"No. I live at home, and I'll go there on Monday." He replied.

That empty dormitory is now more unbearable than this cold home.

Fu Songhua came over with a crying emoji: "Boss, you have changed, you are no longer the best buddy on the basketball court!"

Just as I put down my phone, at this moment, a "ding dong" suddenly came from WeChat.

A strange head popped out, wearing a strange pink color.

Qin Yuan was stunned, and when he saw the name of the note clearly, his heartbeat suddenly seemed to speed up by a point.

In the past, Ruan Qingmu's profile picture was not this one, but a gloomy broken heart, which looked particularly uncomfortable.Now finally changed suddenly?

If you look closely, it is a pink peach blossom painted by watercolor, which blooms brilliantly and flamboyantly.

In the dialog box with pink petals on it, the person sent a nonsensical sentence: "When are you going back to school?"

Qin Yuan looked at that sentence and didn't move his fingers for a long time.

In the alley halfway across the city, Ruan Qingmu glanced at the phone again anxiously.

Still no response.Must be working on a topic, really boring.The grades are so good, why are you working so hard.

The main space in the house is divided into a massage room. His personal room is very small. In the innermost part, it is about ten square meters. There is a single bed, a desk, and a small bookshelf. and large wardrobe.

Although the area is small and the layout is simple, it is clean and tidy. Mu Wanli, who is diligent and capable, has never let her son live a decent life.

Finally, the phone screen turned on, and the person who seemed to have seen the message by accident replied: "?"

Ruan Qingmu cheered up, and typed quickly: "I'm going back tomorrow night, do you want to go together..."

He paused, suddenly a little anxious.

What are we going to do together?Are you not in the same dormitory anymore, reading books and doing quizzes together?

The classes are different, and even the homework is different, so we can't go together when discussing the homework and checking the answers.

After thinking about it, he deleted the word "together" and changed it to "Would you like to play cards upstairs with us".

Finished, not sent out.

Crazy, you played against your opponent once, do you still want to recruit someone to be a fixed card player in the future?He spat at himself.

Qin Yuan was sitting by the desk, looking at the string of "The other party is typing..." on the dialog box, and sat up straight involuntarily.

But the line of words disappeared again, and there was no change for a long time. Qin Yuan held his breath, waited for a long time, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed the phone and was about to ask, when the words from the other side finally came.

"Can I take refuge with you? The new dormitory is disgusting, dirty, and stinky."

Almost immediately, he sent a line: "Okay, you can come anytime."

After thinking about it, he gritted his teeth and added another sentence: "Actually, I usually go back in the afternoon."

"Okay, I'll go back right away!" The reply couldn't wait.

Qin Yuan looked at the line with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

Ruan Qingmu was lying on the desk, the corners of her mouth slowly raised.