prince meets king

Gu Donglin grinned and found that his lips were dry and peeling: "Is there any bread or something..."

Duan Rong stopped what she was doing and raised her head in doubt: "Don't you like apples?"

"hungry……"

Duan Rong let out a long cry, cut off a piece and stuffed it into his mouth, then ran out to rummage through boxes and boxes.Gu Donglin reluctantly ate a few buns, swallowed the pills with his hands, and continued to fall down to sleep.

This time the antipyretics worked, his body was covered in sweat, and the uncomfortable sticky feeling forced him to crawl out of the nightmare, but when he opened his eyes, he saw Duan Rong's magnified face.He seemed very narrow: "I'm still crying at such a big age."

Gu Donglin turned over in the narrow quilt, rubbed his eyes: "I forgot what I dreamed, anyway it was scary... so hot."

"The doctor said to sweat more." Duan Rong patted the quilt, and Gu Donglin knew the muffled sound, the thickness should not be underestimated.He was so bored that he wanted to push away a few beds, Duan Rong thought about it, and took his temperature again, "There's one more thing, we'll talk about it when it's back to normal."

Then press on him and continue to read the magazine.

Gu Donglin seemed to have taken a sauna under the truck. When he was released, he suddenly felt that the sky was clear and the surroundings were cool. He staggered and ran to the bathroom to take a hot bath.In the middle of washing, Duan Rong came in to pick up his clothes, and then the sound of the washing machine running at high speed was heard from the balcony.When he came to Duan Rong's house, he wasn't ready to spend the night - he didn't know he was coming to Duan Rong's house, so he borrowed his pajamas yesterday, and of course he didn't expect to get sweaty, which was very uncomfortable Excuse me.

Fortunately, Duan Rong has a lot of clothes.Just a bit big.

"Cleaner?"

"I'm sorry..." Gu Donglin touched the balcony where the washing machine was placed with weak legs, "I have caused you so much trouble."

Duan Rong pressed his forehead and let go when he felt satisfied: "You came to my house as a guest but fell ill, no matter what you think, it's all my fault. If only I noticed earlier yesterday."

"If you drink too much, you'll be a bit delusional." Gu Donglin shook his head, and then said "hey", watching him take out the bed sheet from the washing machine, "This seems to be..."

"It's all soaked through, so I should wash everything." Duan Rong smiled, "Do me a favor."

The two hurriedly dried the sheets and quilts.

"I'm really sorry..." Gu Donglin sweated.

"Actually, I don't have any other four-piece suits at home, and they haven't been dismantled yet." Duan Rong smiled.

Gu Donglin had just had a fever, and his brain circuit was not as sensitive as usual, so he didn't quite understand what he meant. He just felt that it was terrible and shameful to make such a mess when he stayed at someone's house for the first time.It just so happened that the time was almost up, and he went down to the kitchen with the intention of making a fool of himself, trying to make some dinner, but unfortunately, although the kitchen was shiny, the storage was a problem.It's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice, so she can only make some vegetables and rice to deal with.

As a result, Duan Rong tasted it and was overjoyed, "Is it just boiled vegetable leaves with white rice? Did you not put anything else? Why is it so delicious? Is this the art of gourmet food?"

Gu Donglin was also overjoyed, thinking that children can be taught - but can they always run to the kitchen?I cook more because I eat a lot and am hungry right now...  

"Very virtuous." When Duan Rong was full, he leaned on the table and looked at him appraisingly.

Gu Donglin stared at the bottom of the pot and complained: "The family contract responsibility system, one person does one person."

Duan Rong was short of breath.

After finishing his work, he would sit there and play the piano and write the music. As soon as his fingers touched the keys, his piano skills could make people fly.Gu Donglin looked at the abnormally dexterous ten fingers, and couldn't figure out how the apples cut out by such hands would be more than a circle thinner and full of bumps; he couldn't even figure out how he could smash three bowls.It's obvious that the two of them share a pot, don't they?

"No applause?"

Gu Donglin slapped his hands hard, and the empty room echoed: "Okay, okay..."

"It's not finished yet."

"……so bad."

Duan Rong dropped the pen, leaned on the piano cover and turned her head: "How is it?"

"Okay...okay." Gu Donglin looked upright.

Duan Rong sighed and said, it's really lonely.

Gu Donglin comforted him: "You have to look away, after all, not everyone is in the same world."

Duan Rong beckoned him over, stood up and pressed him on the piano chair, then held his hands from behind.He leaned down to look it over carefully, and then crossed his fingers, the skin of the two colors ambiguously blended together under the light: "Look, your fingers are very slender, very suitable for playing the piano...why are your hands so hot? !"

Gu Donglin tilted his head, "If you don't tell me, I don't think..."

So he continued to be buried in the quilt, this time in the master bedroom.

"I said that there is only one four-piece suit in my house, and the others have not been opened."

"Grass gray snake line laying in ambush for thousands of miles...you win."

"Thank you." Duan Rong actually smiled a little shyly, showing her beautiful canine teeth.

When he was going to take a shower, the mobile phone by the bed rang. It was the beauty editor he met that day.The beauty on the other side was about to cry, saying that she had misremembered the time of going to the printing factory, and hoped that he could send the manuscript before midnight.When Gu Donglin met a beauty, his ears were soft, and he agreed in a daze. When he put down the phone, he felt that the future was bleak, and he really wanted to die.

When Duan Rong came out, he saw him rolling in bed drowsily, "What's wrong?"

Gu Donglin stopped, and then quietly said: "Life is bitter..."

Duan Rong laughed: "You are suffering, huh? How are you suffering? I haven't treated you well enough?"

Gu Donglin barely supported himself: "Can I borrow a notebook?"

When Duan Rong heard this, she made a gesture to hit him.

"I'm in a hurry...it won't be too long. Please." He grabbed the soft quilt, his face was blush from the smoke, and his eyes were sickly bright.Duan Rong looked at him for a while, then asked for the notebook, "What are you going to do?"

"Writing a thesis... just one short of the end. Do you have light notes here?"

"Wait, I'm next."

After loading it, Duan Rong handed him the notebook, and watched him skillfully call out more than half of the thesis.

"Operation?"

Gu Donglin smiled without saying a word.

But then things went bad.His enthusiasm is not low, and he has reached the limit of barely maintaining his train of thought, and his fingers are numb when he tries to input and organize his words accurately.Duan Rong couldn't stand it anymore: "Shall I dictate for you?"

Gu Donglin almost threw the notebook to the ground: "Dictation!"

Duan Rong then became nervous: "What's the matter? You said I could write, can't I? My typing speed is not bad."

Gu Donglin took a deep breath: "It's better not to say this casually..."

Duan Rong smelled a hint of treachery, and persisted: "Is there something wrong?"

Gu Donglin handed him the notebook, "Let's start quickly. I'll let you know when I'm done."

At the beginning, Duan Rong moved a chair and sat by the bed, but when the two of them were typing, they were always wrong.

"...Strauss and Voegelin delves into Gnosticism, the abyss of modernity..."

"Big Strauss or Little Strauss?"

"...Leo Strauss."

"Well—is that what Gnosticism is?"

"Just write Gnosticism."

"The word gnosis... is that how it's written?"

Duan Rong broke his shoulder after hitting for a while: "I don't understand... I can't type if I don't understand." Gu Donglin reassured him that he just got used to it. .

"Come up."

Duan Rong let out a "hmm" and her tone rose.

"So I can watch."

Duan Rong laughed shyly again: "It's strange. I need your permission to get on my bed."

Gu Donglin felt nothing but dizziness, he was basically used to it now, so he just urged him to hurry up.