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When Jiang Jing woke up, the rain had stopped.

The noisy rain was replaced by noisy human voices, and the sound of children laughing and playing faintly came into the room.The curtains were drawn, so I couldn't see what the sky was like, but the subtle light fell on the floor through the gap.

It should be another sunny day.

Jiang Jing didn't sleep well last night, and when he opened his eyes, he felt drowsy again. He lay on the pillow in a daze for two seconds, and suddenly realized that something was wrong.

What about Ji Shurong?

The quilt beside her was empty, and even the slippers under the bed were missing.

Jiang Jing rolled over and sat up, with his messy hair on his head, and sat there for two seconds. Just as he was about to clear his throat and call him, the door of the bedroom opened a crack.

Ji Shurong was wearing pajamas, holding a water glass in his hand: "Are you awake?"

His complexion has returned to normal, and there is no abnormality in his voice. It seems that his fever has completely subsided, but there is still a trace of fatigue between his brows.

Jiang Jing gave an "um" and asked, "What time is it?"

"It's past nine o'clock." Ji Shurong went to the bed and sat down, sipping water and said.

Jiang Jing yawned, his eyes were quickly clouded with mist, and he muttered, "Then I'll sleep a little longer."

He slept until noon, and when he opened his eyes, Ji Shurong was still sitting by the bed. Jiang Jing suspected that he had maintained this position and hadn't moved.

"I'm hungry." Jiang Jing crawled out of the bed, and wrapped his arms around his waist from behind, with a soft voice, as if he was acting like a baby.

Ji Shurong's body seemed tense for a moment, and then slowly relaxed, he tilted his head and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Jiang Jing stunned in his back, and said, "I want to eat fish."

"it is good."

Ji Shurong was always responsive to his requests. He took out a fish from the refrigerator and put it in a basin to defrost. The garbage in the kitchen hadn't been emptied for a long time, and the rotten leaves gave off a faint stench.

After Jiang Jing finished washing, he floated unsteadily into the kitchen.He usually seldom enters the kitchen. Occasionally, he pats his ass and leaves after washing the dishes. This time, he subconsciously glanced around and found that many things were left in a mess.

When I first came to Ji Shurong's house, it was as clean as a model house, why did it change its style now?

Jiang Jing's eyes fell on the bottle in Ji Shurong's hand, he was stunned for a second, then he grabbed his hand suddenly, and said in disbelief, "This is mustard!"

The mustard bottle was pulled away by Jiang Jing, Ji Shurong stood there without any reaction, and turned his head after a while.

Jiang Jing glanced at the fish in the pot. Fortunately, only a drop of mustard dripped in, so the smell should not be too strong.

Ji Shurong looked down at his empty hand, and said hoarsely, "Sorry, I was distracted just now."

Jiang Jing's tone was worried: "Have you not had a good rest yet? Why don't you go to sleep for a while, I'll cook."

Ji Shurong shook his head, picked up the soy sauce with his usual expression, and the rich aroma instantly filled the kitchen.

Jiang Jing felt a little relieved, leaned over to pick up the garbage bag, pinched his nose and said, "I'm going to take out the garbage."

He cleaned up all the garbage in the house, and went downstairs with a big bag. When he came back, Ji Shurong just came out of the kitchen with a plate.

The fish just out of the pan is full of color and fragrance, which is very suitable for Jiangjing's appetite.

He didn't eat in the morning, and he had a particularly good appetite. He went into the kitchen one after another to fill up rice, only to find that Ji Shurong hardly moved his chopsticks at the end of the meal.

"Why don't you eat?"

Ji Shurong put down the chopsticks that counted rice grains and said, "I'm not hungry."

Jiang Jing couldn't understand why he said he wasn't hungry in front of such a delicious meal. He took the last bite of rice and said, "You should eat as much as you want, and you will need to take medicine later."

Although the fever had subsided, Jiang Jing was afraid that he would not recover completely, so he stuffed the pill into his palm, handed him hot water and said, "Drink it while it's hot."

Ji Shurong reluctantly drank a full glass of water.

After dinner, Jiang Jing was going to do his homework. This man had a desk to use, so he insisted on sitting cross-legged on the floor and writing on the sofa.

He lost his mind while writing, and suddenly thought of something, put down his pen and said: "Jiuyue and the children won't starve to death, right?"

Every day after school, he would go home to look at a few cats, pour some cat food, and tidy up the cat litter, but yesterday he didn't take care of them because of Ji Shurong's illness, Jiang Jing was a little worried: "Why don't I go back by myself? Don't go out as soon as you recover."

"No need." Sitting next to him, Ji Shurong reached out to take an apple from the fruit plate, and slowly peeled it with a fruit knife, "When Yang Xiao comes over later, just give him the key and let him go."

"Oh." Jiang Jing responded, and then casually did his homework.

He is the weakest in biology among the three subjects of science and comprehensiveness. He has a lot of things to memorize, and he can't remember them.He glanced at Ji Shurong slightly at the end of his eyes.

The fruit knife in his hand was glowing coldly, Ji Shurong's eyes fell on it, his dark eyes remained motionless.

He was wearing a loose shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing slightly protruding blood vessels on his wrist, separated by a faint scar.

Jiang Jing saw that he was peeling apples with full concentration, and looked down at the question again, and finally said with a numb face: "This question..."

The following words came to an abrupt end, and Jiang Jing's pupils shrank suddenly.

"what are you doing!"

He grabbed Ji Shurong's wrist violently, and the tip of the knife, which was only a few millimeters away from the wrist, paused in mid-air.

Ji Shurong lowered his head and said nothing until the fruit knife was snatched away by Jiang Jing.He curled his fingers, his eyes were calm and dazed, as if he didn't know what happened just now.

Jiang Jing threw the fruit knife on the table, and there was a crisp bang, the surrounding was extremely quiet, only his trembling breathing could be heard.

"Is that how the scar came from?"

Ji Shurong looked at his tightly furrowed brows, and said after a moment of silence, "It was accidentally scratched."

It was the first time for Jiang Jing to see someone peeling an apple and get it on his wrist, and he could say "accidentally" as if nothing had happened.

He took the apple from Ji Shurong's hand, peeled it off bit by bit with a knife, cut off a piece and handed it to him, saying, "I'll peel an apple for you if you want to eat it later."

Ji Shurong didn't answer.

Jiang Jing forced it into his hands.

The remaining half of the apple, Jiang Jing, hugged and gnawed on himself, poking the paper with a pen while digesting the frightening scene just now.

Ji Shurong didn't speak or move any more, just stared at a certain point in the void in a daze, and blinked slightly until his eyes were so sore that he couldn't bear it.

He actually...

I just want to peel an apple for Jiang Jing.

But now he can't even do such a simple thing well.

Yang Xiao really came before dinner, Jiang Jing was wrestling with a math problem while nibbling on a pen, when he came to his senses Yang Xiao had already left.

He stretched and stood up, looked at Ji Shurong and asked, "Why don't you let him have a meal?"

"I kept it, saying that my family made dumplings and I want to go home to eat."

It is said that Mrs. Yang is ingenious and good at managing the family. Yang Xiao is notoriously afraid of his wife, and has to report to the police every time he goes out, but he enjoys it, showing off to these single people how happy his married life is .

Jiang Jing heard Lu Yan mention it by chance, and was quite curious about Mrs. Yang. Now that she heard that she ate dumplings, she also felt a little itchy: "Why don't we eat dumplings tonight?"

Ji Shurong had no objection, nodded and said, "Okay."

As he spoke, he walked towards the refrigerator, wanting to get some meat out.

Jiang Jing asked behind him: "Can you make bags?"

"..."

Ji Shurong seemed to have never heard his words, staring at the refrigerator in a daze, the knuckles of his fingers holding the door were turning white.

There are three floors in the refrigerator. The upper layer is for cold drinks, the middle is for seafood, and the bottom is for meat.

Ji Shurong is a person with an extremely regular schedule, eating three meals a day on time, and the refrigerator will never be empty.

Now the bottom layer is empty.

Jiang Jing didn't get any response from him, so he walked over suspiciously, understood something from his silence, smiled and said, "It's okay, order a takeaway as well."

The takeaway dumplings were varied, with all kinds of fillings. Jiang Jing chose several light ones, waited for more than ten minutes, and went downstairs to bring up the dumplings.

"This is stuffed with carrots, this is stuffed with celery, this should be corn, this... I can't see this."

Jiang Jing pushed the dumplings in front of him, his cheeks puffed up, and he raised his eyebrows: "Which one do you like?"

Ji Shurong picked up the chopsticks, hesitated for a while, and finally put them down: "I have no appetite, you can eat."

No appetite again?

He hadn't eaten anything seriously in the past two days, either he lost his appetite or he wasn't hungry. At first, Jiang Jing thought it was the side effects of the medicine he took, but now he realized it was weird.

"Is there something wrong with you?" He asked with a frown.

The heat of the dumplings rose densely, and the hazy water vapor separated the two of them.

Ji Shurong's face was blurred, and Jiang Jing stared at him intently.

After a long silence, Ji Shurong's lips moved, and for a moment he seemed to want to say something.

But in the end, he shook his head and said in a low voice, "No."