Save the Sick Iceberg Project

Rong Xin's house has two bedrooms and one living room. It was just rented two months before the start of school. Xie Zhiyuan came twice to help him move things.

This is a new house. In the beginning, there were no other decorations in the house except the necessary furniture and daily necessities.Xie Zhiyuan originally thought that Rong Xin would redecorate during this time, at least he would feel at home, but he didn't expect that when he came in, it was still the same as three months ago, stiff and cold like a model house that no one lived in.

"The room is very clean." Xie Zhiyuan stood in the entrance and smiled at Rong Xin.

"Live alone, there's nothing to worry about." Rong Xin handed him a pair of slippers, "You sit first, and I'll boil some hot water."

Xie Zhiyuan nodded, watching Rong Xin throw his coat on the sofa next to him, turn around and go to the kitchen stepping on soft cotton slippers.

Xie Zhiyuan is not a warm person, if he was in someone else's house, he would definitely not enter the door, but facing Rong Xin, he wished that the water in the kettle would never boil, so that he and Rong Xin could have more time together. time to get along.

"Is it boring to live alone?" Where Rong Xin could not see, Xie Zhiyuan's eyes were as gentle as water.

Rong Xin turned on the tap to receive the water: "?"

Xie Zhiyuan realized the ambiguity in his words, and smiled: "I mean, do you want to raise a kitten and puppy to relieve boredom, it's pretty lonely to be alone every day."

Rong Xin smiled lightly: "Come on, it's good that I can support myself, it's unlucky for any kitten or dog to follow me."

"How could it be?" Xie Zhiyuan said.

He stared at Rong Xin's thin back. Under the bright sunset, Rong Xin's white shirt was slightly translucent, and he could vaguely see the slender and tight waist under the shirt, which outlined smooth lines with the movements of bending over and raising his hands .

Xie Zhiyuan's throat was a little dry, but he knew that he could only maintain the current state, watching him from a distance of a few steps away from Rong Xin.This is already the maximum level that Rong Xin can accept, even if he takes a small step beyond the threshold, it will cause difficult consequences.It's not that he hasn't tried.

Xie Zhiyuan lowered his eyes, took Rong Xin's coat on the sofa and folded it: "I'll bring you a pot of camellias in a couple of days, October is just the flowering period, so it's easy to feed, add some color to your new home .”

Rong Xin came out of the kitchen, the kettle behind him was bubbling, noncommittal to Xie Zhiyuan's proposal, and raised the corner of his mouth helplessly.

"Then take it as your promise," Xie Zhiyuan smiled and handed him the folded clothes, "I'll move them for you next week."

Rong Xin took the clothes, he knew that if he disagreed, Xie Zhiyuan would have other reasons to visit him.

The water in the kitchen was humming, Rong Xin invited Xie Zhiyuan in out of politeness, but he still couldn't stay in the same room with Xie Zhiyuan in this ambiguous atmosphere.

"I'm going to change clothes." Rong Xin said, turned and walked into the bedroom and closed the door.

"Okay." Xie Zhiyuan leaned back on the sofa.

He is tall, but he doesn't have Pei Yan's explosive masculine oppression. He wears a pair of low-prescription silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. He looks gentle and elegant, like a big brother next door, yet calm and restrained. His temperament, to some extent, can even be said to be somewhat similar to Rong Xin's, both of which are unobtrusive characters.

Hearing the faint sound of Rong Xin changing clothes in the bedroom, Xie Zhiyuan rubbed his temples and smiled bitterly.

Anyway, I have been waiting for four years, so what's the point of waiting a little longer.

From the pain of not being able to love at the beginning, to now being used to silently guarding and waiting, four years have smoothed the edges and corners of the young man's ignorance and impulsiveness. He has long been used to maintaining this kind of inseparable state by Rong Xin's side.Anyway, no one else would provoke his little iceberg, as long as he waited long enough, there would always be a bright day.

The water in the kitchen was boiling, Xie Zhiyuan withdrew his thoughts, got up to get the electric kettle, but when he returned to the living room, his footsteps stopped suddenly - there was a small note lying on the ground, which seemed to have fallen out of Rong Xin's coat pocket just now of.

Xie Zhiyuan bent down to pick it up and opened it, but the next second he was frozen in place.

"Pei Yan, call 186xxxxxxxx, add me as a friend. The first handsome professional in the law school will accompany you to chat. If you can't buy it, you will suffer a loss, and you won't be fooled by it."

The warmth of the setting sun dissipated gradually, and the dark color of the setting sun was reflected on Xie Zhiyuan's thin lenses.

His slender fingertips slid across the word Pei Yan, and silently put the note into his pocket, then he opened Rong Xin's schoolbag, and saw a box of stomach medicine.

The font on the stomach medicine is exactly the same as that on the note.

Xie Zhiyuan's hands gradually clenched.

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Click, the bedroom door opened, and Rong Xin walked out from inside.

"The water is boiling, you should drink some too." Xie Zhiyuan smiled and sat on the sofa and waved to him.

Rong Xin sat down and took the cup from him. His stomach was still vaguely uncomfortable, and his movements were slower than usual. The way he held the cup and drank slowly was very obedient, as soft as a small animal.

"Next Wednesday, I will have a friendly basketball match with your college." Xie Zhiyuan said softly.

Rong Xin held the cup and nodded: "Yes."

Xie Zhiyuan smiled helplessly, took the cup from his hand, and looked at him: "If you can come and cheer for me, I will be very happy."

Sometimes Xie Zhiyuan felt that Rong Xin was so smart that he always pretended to be stupid when facing his feelings. Xie Zhiyuan didn't want to give him a chance to prevaricate, so he spoke very directly.

"Are you going to see it?" he asked.

Rong Xin finally turned his head to look at him, his upturned eyes were as beautiful as paintings in the setting sun,

"Let's talk about it." Rong Xin rubbed his eyes, "I don't like playing basketball."

Xie Zhiyuan smiled: "You don't need to sit and watch all the time, just show your face, as long as you show up, it will have the same effect as the cheerleaders shouting for me all afternoon."

Rong Xin was very tired, so he hummed listlessly.

"What's the matter, look at your complexion, do you have a stomach problem again?" Xie Zhiyuan asked casually.

Rong Xin let out a long breath and sank himself into the sofa, put his hands on his forehead, and shook his head palely: "It's okay, I'm just a little tired."

There was no expression on Xie Zhiyuan's face, but the muscles at the corners of his mouth were slightly tensed.

Rong Xin never liked to show weakness, but the guy named Pei Yan knew that he had an upset stomach and even bought him stomach medicine.

As if feeling that the air was too quiet, Rong Xin nestled on the sofa with half-closed eyes, and turned on the TV casually.

The laughter from the entertainment program came from the TV, but Xie Zhiyuan didn't hear it at all.The bright light from the screen reflected on Rong Xin's face, his skin was as fair as delicate white porcelain, and the long black eyelashes slightly covered the twinkle in his eyes, so as not to let that beauty be too charming.

This treasure should belong to him alone, and it has been well hidden for four years, but now it has been spied on by Deng Tuzi, who came out of nowhere, and tried to go deep.

Xie Zhiyuan felt the sense of crisis for the first time.

Xie Zhiyuan: "Next week we..."

Ding dong.

Rong Xin's cell phone rang, he froze for a second, took out the cell phone from his pocket, and casually said to Xie Zhiyuan, "What about next week?"

After unlocking the screen, there was another verification message from Pei Yan: [Xiao Xinxin! !If you don't add me again, I will post on the school forum saying that you have always abandoned me! ! 】

The corner of Rong Xin's mouth twitched, with the urge to beat Pei Yan up through the network cable.

Xie Zhiyuan didn't continue talking, and glanced at it seemingly unintentionally: "Pei Yan."

Rong Xin turned off the phone in embarrassment, a little surprised that Xie Zhiyuan also knew him: "Do you know Pei Yan?"

"I don't know." Xie Zhiyuan crossed his hands on his lap, "I just heard about it. It is said that he is the man of the freshman year. It is said that he squeezed out the current president of the basketball club. Is he your classmate?"

"Well, in the same class." Rong Xin said, although Xie Zhiyuan is not an extroverted socialite, he has always been very popular in school, and there are quite a few people who know him.

"Oh," Xie Zhiyuan took a meaningful breath, "He is very powerful, he is well-known in the student union for his ability, and he can get many projects and outreach that we can't get through with our hard work."

Rong Xin took the remote control to change the channel, and sensitively heard something else in Xie Zhiyuan's voice.

Xie Zhiyuan turned around and smiled: "I just heard that Pei Yan's father is a high-ranking officer in the police station in the east of the city, and his mother is a well-known doctoral tutor in psychology, and the family conditions are good. How should I put it... there should be a connection of."

Rong Xin glanced at him.

Xie Zhiyuan said with a smile: "However, he is also in good condition in all aspects, and most of the outside connections are drawn by him himself. This status may play a role in bonus."

Because of what happened four years ago, Rong Xin hated the high-ranking playboys to the bone. This seemingly understatement should play a big role.

Rong Xin looked at him: "You seem to dislike Pei Yan a bit."

Xie Zhiyuan was startled, subconsciously blurted out his denial, and when the words came to his mouth, he suddenly realized that he said that deliberately, his mood changed instantly, and he smiled and spread his hands: "A little bit, Zhou Qi, the president of the basketball club he squeezed out, is my friend. There may be some opinions in my heart."

Rong Xin said lightly, "That's it, actually..."

He originally wanted to say that Pei Yan shouldn't be the kind of person who deliberately caused trouble, but then he remembered that he had only met him a few times. It is not understood, and there is no need to speak for him.

"Actually what?" Xie Zhiyuan asked.

"It's okay." Rong Xin shook his head, feeling tired as if his whole body fell apart, and looked up at the watch on the wall, it was almost six o'clock.

Xie Zhiyuan saw what he meant to see off the guests, and knew the reason to accept as soon as he saw a deal, so he stood up: "It's getting late, I'll go back first, and I'll send you flowers next week."

After all, he was a neighbor since he was a child, and Rong Xin's heart is not like a stone. Although he couldn't respond to Xie Zhiyuan's repeated overtures, he didn't realize that he was as indifferent to Xie Zhiyuan as he was to others.

"I'll see you off." Rong Xin supported the sofa and stood up.

However, at the moment when he got up, probably because he hadn't eaten at noon and his body was weak, Rong Xin suddenly felt his world spinning, and his eyes went dark and he fell down.

"Rong Xin!" Xie Zhiyuan immediately stepped forward to support him, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Rong Xin's eyes were full of stars, his chest felt nauseated, and he held on to Xie Zhiyuan's arm, "Maybe a little hypoglycemia."

Xie Zhiyuan's heartbeat was as fast as a drum, and most of Rong Xin's body was leaning against his arms. Although he tried his best to stand up, he had no strength at all.

Maybe it was too much movement at the moment when he fell down just now, a corner of Rong Xin's shirt was lifted, Xie Zhiyuan's hand around his waist was just a little bit in that position, and he could touch his smooth and white side waist half an inch down .

"Hmm..." Rong Xin felt so bad that he finally couldn't help covering his mouth and retching.

At this moment, Xie Zhiyuan's hand moved down, and touched Rong Xin's waist lightly.

Bang! ——

In the next second, Xie Zhiyuan only felt a sharp pain in his wrist, Rong Xin grabbed his wrist like lightning and twisted it, slamming his side face against the wall.

The author has something to say: Rong Xin: Conditioned reflex, it really wasn't intentional.