teenage lover

Rong Jing did not disappoint him, the stretched car drove to his door, the driver and the little brother in the passenger seat carried the trunk and the contents of the back seat into his house.

All the things were moved upstairs, filling Jiang Wenyuan's room.Rong Sheng opened the doors of other rooms casually, and found that a vacant room with no furniture was much larger in size, with good lighting and layout, so he almost thought he wanted to move into this room.

Someone was shouting downstairs.

"Brother! Little Brother Jiang!"

Rong Sheng was in a good mood and everything was pleasing to the eye. When he went downstairs, he saw his sister in the living room with her arms wide open and hugging one.

"Die it, don't be nasty."

"Are mom and dad home?"

"No. I told them not to tell. They won't know."

Rong Sheng gradually felt that something was wrong, and asked her why she suddenly became so friendly.

Rong Jing walked around the living room and dining room on the balcony, said it was very good, the room for two people was too spacious, and asked Jiang Wenyuan if there was no one at home.

Jiang Wenyuan said that usually it is.

"Isn't that much better than being at my house?" Rong Jing walked to the kitchen, there were few kitchen utensils in it, and it looked like it hadn't been fired, "You don't have to hide in the room to avoid others, I'm happy to die."

"Rongjing, are you out of your mind?"

Rong Jing snorted, went back to the living room and sat down on the sofa, ordered Rong Sheng to bring her tea and water, saying that blood is thicker than water, why bother about it.

Rong Sheng didn't finish washing the teapot, he grabbed her by the shoulder and asked her what stupid thing she did.

"I slipped my tongue." She glanced at Rong Sheng, then turned her head and looked up at Jiang Wenyuan who was standing behind the sofa. "I didn't mean it. Mom is very good at telling me what to say. She asked me how your relationship is with me several times."

"You told mom?" Rong Sheng reconfirmed in a slow voice.

"It's her who keeps... yes."

Rong Sheng put the torn tea bag on the table, pursed his lips, and asked in a cold voice, "She can get you out of your own words? Don't you know that you can't talk nonsense about this kind of thing?"

"It's because I talk too much." Rong Jing pouted, saying that she didn't expect the consequences to be so serious, "What age is this... I thought it was no big deal."

"What's the big deal?"

Jiang Wenyuan bent down and patted him on the shoulder, saying forget it, don't attack her.

"Do you think she's still young? She doesn't have to be responsible for what she does?"

Rongjing stood up and said that she did not do it right, but she had no obligation to help them.

Rong Sheng shouted: "Is it reasonable for you to talk nonsense and harm others?"

"I didn't talk nonsense. Every word I said was true and from the bottom of my heart." Rong Jing was not to be outdone, "Mom wants to ask me, of course I will tell what I know. You didn't tell me in advance , why should I automatically and consciously hide it from you?"

"If you had a brain, you wouldn't hurt me like this!"

"What kind of logic are you?" Rong Jing asked angrily, "You don't blame yourself for doing such a thing? Instead, you blame me, the one who told the truth? It's not me who hurt you, but yourself!"

"It was you who speculated about us without any evidence, and said it out loud, otherwise I would be here today? What did I do wrong and I hurt myself?"

"It's your own fault that you have today. After my parents sit down, I want to talk to you about your attitude. You have a bad attitude. You ran out on the spur of the moment and played your temper. Now you regret it and can't bear the shame to go back, so you can only lose your temper at me. Bar?"

"I rushed at you for no reason? You are wrong, you should be scolded!"

Rong Jing rushed to the door angrily, turned around and shouted again: "Still guessing wildly? If you sleep together every day and have eyes, you can see it? Who in the family doesn't know except Dad."

Rong Sheng was so angry that his lips trembled slightly, and he sat on the sofa speechless, Jiang Wenyuan looked left and right and still chased after her to open the door, and sent her outside.

Rong Jing put on his shoes rudely, went outside and kicked the potted plant whose roots had swelled and burst the pot, "If I had known, I wouldn't have come here! I'm just sick, so I'll send him home to scold him!"

"That's how he is." Jiang Wenyuan put his hands in his pockets, accompanied her through the small courtyard, and opened the iron gate for her, "It will be all right in two days..."

"Two days? Another two days? For a person like him, only ear scraping works." Rong Jing said that she was leaving and would never come again.

Jiang Wenyuan closed the door and went back to the house, Rong Sheng was watching a boring variety show, the volume of the TV was turned down, and the sound of mechanical laughter continued to play out.

Jiang Wenyuan sat down beside him, stretched out his hand to hold his ankle, and asked if his bare feet were cold.

Rong Sheng scratched the back of his ears impatiently, pursed his lips unconsciously, and stared straight at the TV.

"what's for dinner?"

Rong Sheng changed the news channel and said he decided.

Jiang Wenyuan picked up the mobile phone that was thrown between the sofa and handed it to Rong Sheng, "I ordered it, but you don't like it."

Rong Sheng's fingers slid on the screen for a long time, saying that he didn't have any appetite.

"I'll cook it for you..." Jiang Wenyuan backtracked as soon as the words fell, "My brother said it was terrible."

Rong Sheng finally raised some interest, and the two went out and walked to the supermarket in the community to buy some vegetables, meat and seasonings.

Rong Sheng actually knows how to cook. For a while, he suddenly became interested in cooking. He hired a teacher to soak in the kitchen for a while, and always forced Jiang Wenyuan to try it. Rong Sheng told him it was delicious. If it doesn't taste good, just shut up and eat more.Before Jiang Wenyuan was tortured by his poisonous dishes, his culinary skills finally improved a lot, and he was able to cook decent food.

Jiang Wenyuan cleaned the pots, pans and dishes that hadn't been used for hundreds of years three times and washed the ingredients before Rong Sheng removed the tag, put on a new apron, rolled up his shirt sleeves and started cooking.

After pouring the oil, he felt that the white shirt was too unsuitable, so he ran upstairs to change.In the end, he was still splashed by the oil. Later, Rong Sheng kept holding the lid of the pot with his left hand to protect his face, while turning the vegetables with a shovel in his right hand.

The fish bought in the supermarket was ready-made, Rong Sheng said it was not clean, and asked Jiang Wenyuan to clean it carefully again.

The two tossed for an hour and came up with three home-cooked side dishes, one fried pork slices with celery, one steamed fish and one tomato scrambled egg soup.

Although it looks average, it tastes delicious.

Rong Sheng said that the taste is much fresher than the takeaway ones, at least there is no smell of low-quality oil, and some restaurants seem to charge no money for the salt.

"In the future, we can all cook by ourselves. We will take turns cooking when you improve your level." Rong Sheng said, "There are also weekends, and we can go out and find good places to eat on weekends!"

Jiang Wenyuan nodded and said yes. "I have to go to class tomorrow."

There are two key science classes in their grade, one of them took the lead to make up the class, and their head teacher was not to be outdone, asked the students to stay on Saturday to do the test questions, and calculated for them how many more sets they could do in a semester than others question.

"Make up lessons without authorization... Your homeroom teacher is so awesome and no one will report him?" Rong Sheng put down his chopsticks, "If you go to class, I can only stay here all day by myself."

Jiang Wenyuan brought in the leftovers, poured out the leftover fish and soup, and wanted to put the fried pork slices with celery in the refrigerator, only to realize that he forgot to buy plastic wrap. "You can go out and find someone else to play..."

"Okay, you said it."

Jiang Wenyuan put on an apron, turned on the faucet to wash the dishes, "It's just a few classes, it doesn't add up to a few hours, it passes quickly."

The two sets of bowls and chopsticks and two or three dishes were washed quickly. Jiang Wenyuan cleaned the pot again to see how much leftover rice was left in the rice cooker. He wrung out the dishcloth and wiped the wet stove. It's a bit inappropriate to realize it after a while.

"I can still buy vegetables at noon and come back to cook for you." Jiang Wenyuan hung the apron he took off on the wall, closed the glass door and walked out.

"Anyway, your grades are very good, it doesn't matter if you fail." Rong Sheng took him out for a walk, "Combine work with rest, and take more rest on weekends."

"My whole class is in class, so I'm the only one who didn't go, isn't it?"

Rong Sheng emphasized that this was originally the head teacher abusing his power and illegally gathering students to make up lessons. In the whole school, they are the only two science-focused classes who are so frantic, and sooner or later they will drive the students to hell.

Rong Jing said that he was breaking up the relationship that day, and when he called again a few days later, Rong Sheng pinched him. She insisted on calling three or four times, and Rong Sheng finally pressed the answer button condescendingly.

"Fang Yucheng cut his pulse and committed suicide!"

Spring is a period of high incidence of influenza, the air is stuffy and humid, and there are constant coughing and sneezing in the class.The class monitor came in with the monthly exam report card, and most of the class swarmed up like a swarm. Stacks of printing paper were scattered on the ground under the scramble of several people. It was quiet for a while and then noisy again.

Rong Sheng's brain ached from the noise, so he copied the phone and went outside regardless of the preparation bell had already rung.Rong Sheng's fingers pinching the phone turned white from the force, and he asked what she just said.

From the classroom to the hospital, except in the car, Rong Sheng didn't pause for half a second. He was so anxious that he didn't even have time to close the car door, and ran all the way after asking where he was.

Outside the room door, a few nurses pushed the carts and ran past. The back of Rong Sheng's head was pressed against the wall, gasping for breath without any image. Door.

Fang Yucheng was the one who used the knife last night. Rong Jing knocked on the door and asked him for the comics he had promised to draw for her. Seeing the bloodstains on the utility knife all the way to the bathroom, she pushed open the door and took a look in the bathroom before rushing out and shouting. , called an ambulance.

After a night of rescue, he was released from the operating room this morning and is still unconscious in the ICU.

Rong Sheng called aunt and uncle in turn, and sat down beside grandma.The old man held on to the head of the cane without moving, and it took him a while to ask why get out of class ended so early.

Uncle and aunt left at noon, and grandma, who was getting old, rushed over to watch the night. Everyone persuaded them for a long time before they were willing to go back.

"Mom, Second Aunt." Rong Sheng sat down anxiously, "It was my fault..."

Sun Le's face was covered with residual makeup and tear stains left after washing with water, and she listened to Rong Sheng's statement without saying a word, and finally got up and grabbed her bag, and asked her husband to accompany her for a stroll outside.

Rong Jing looked at his mobile phone and came in and said that his sister had already boarded the plane, and she would arrive at about □ o'clock in the evening. He looked up and saw that there were only two people left in the room, with solemn expressions and a strange atmosphere.

"Have someone pick her up at the airport."

"Okay." Rong Jing walked around the house twice, hung up the phone quickly, and took her mother's arm, "Okay, Mom, let's go eat first."

There was only one person left, Rong Sheng was sitting alone in the lounge, the images from a few days ago kept floating in his mind.