A little sweet text

Jing Zhuo seldom gets sick, and it’s okay to just let it go if you have a small scratch, a cold, or a cold. After all, no one cares about being sick.

Once in the third year of high school, he was overtired and passed out in class. The teacher called the old lady, but the old lady didn't come to see him after she finished speaking. Jing Zhuo lay in the hospital all afternoon, and then went back to school for evening self-study.

So he didn't take Cheng Luo's first bad news seriously: "Are you at my...opposite door?"

"You know, Shao," Cheng Luo turned on the headlights in the living room, "You're almost writing the words loveless on your face."

It may be that the fever is indeed a bit high, Jing Zhuo can only express his shock and speechlessness with confused words: "You live in the opposite door, then why are you here?"

After all, Cheng Luo often dealt with children in the ward, so he understood: "I can escape, isn't it amazing?"

"Please go back the same way." Jing Zhuo opened the door of the house.

Cheng Luo looked around to find the water boiler as if he didn't hear it, and pressed the drinking water mode: "You don't have to go to the hospital at night, I'll get you medicine later."

Jing Zhuo was still standing at the entrance, frowning with difficulty: "Then what is the necessary connection with you being here now?"

"It's so stupid." Cheng Luo clicked his tongue and walked up to him, "I'll take care of you here for a while, so that no one will know if you faint from fever, understand?"

It seems that he doesn't quite understand: "Take care of...?"

Cheng Luo looked at him helplessly, not knowing which nerve the word "care" touched in him.

Jing Zhuo, who only wore a pair of shorts, stood frowning, his face was reddish, his hair was deformed due to sleep, fluffy and messy, and a pair of big eyes underneath were full of daze, doubt and vigilance.

It made Cheng Luo think of some small animals, such as little wild cats and stray dogs.People wanted to touch it and feed it, but it arched its back vigilantly.

This little expression.

Cheng Luo couldn't help reaching out and pinching his face.

Before being shot away by Jing Zhuo, he quickly withdrew his hand, pretending nothing happened.

"I'll go back and feed my one first." Cheng Luo grabbed the one that didn't belong to him, lost weight, and put him on the sofa with a light push, "I'll be right back."

After hearing these words, Jing Zhuo's not sober mind took a magical turn. He lay on the sofa and suddenly raised his head: "Then what?"

Cheng Luo was stunned: "Cat."

"Oh." Jing Zhuo finally came to his senses, a little embarrassed in a daze.

Fortunately, Cheng Luo didn't seem to get the meaning of his misunderstanding, so he pinched his forehead and pressed down.

The house was so clean and tidy, there wasn't even a blanket on the sofa, so Cheng Luo took the coat and covered him.

The nagging voices around me finally disappeared, and the house became quiet.

Jing Zhuo closed his eyes, his senses all over his body were blurred, he felt a gust of warm wind slowly fall on his body, dispelling some chills.

The wind smelled of disinfectant, as well as the nice smell of Cheng Luo.

Jing Zhuo sucked his nose, feeling annoyed by the stuffy nose at this moment.

The body is cold, the head is hot, and the facial features are like fire.He slowly pulled his head out from under the coat, and after breathing, he felt a little more comfortable, and sighed in a daze, with a sticky sound at the end.

Eyes opened a slit, and saw a large, quiet head hanging in front of his face.

"Didn't you leave!" Jing Zhuo shouted out in fright, with a hoarse voice, and the six words broke five sounds.

Cheng Luo squatted beside the sofa and didn't speak for a long time.

Finally, I reached out and pinched his face again, and said softly, "Shao, I want to discuss something with you when you are well."

After he finished speaking, he got up and went out, leaving the matter blank.

"I want to go to your place, can you come pick me up?" Cheng Xinran whispered to Cheng Luo in her bedroom.

Both Cheng Yuefeng and Liu Wan were at home today, and it was the weekend again, she felt awkward walking from her parents to the toilet at home, and she didn't want to squat at home for a moment.

"Not today." Cheng Luo stood in the kitchen with the hands-free on, hands full of starch, and said while fiddling with the measuring cup, "I'm here to take care of the sick."

"Cheng Luo, who are you fooling!" Cheng Xinran shouted, "I checked the schedule, you are off duty this weekend!"

"Really, how dare I fool you." Cheng Luo elbowed the phone away to avoid hearing damage, "The neighbor is sick."

"It's none of your business if the neighbor is sick?" Cheng Xinran wondered, "Are you being too kind as a doctor?"

She successfully choked Cheng Luo.

Yes, what's the matter with him?

"Guess who this neighbor is." Cheng Luo thought for five seconds and decided not to think about it.

"I don't care who the neighbor is..." Cheng Xinran was very disdainful.

"Bao Jing, hang up." Cheng Luo said.

"Hey don't!" Cheng Xinran asked, "Who is it?"

"The very coquettish one." Cheng Luo replied.

Cheng Xinran was quiet for a long time, and the phone almost fell to the ground when she burst into shouts, "Cheng Luo! If you do something like this, please don't tell me! I'm underage! Doesn't your conscience ache for poisoning my pure and young heart!"

"What did I do?" Cheng Luo was puzzled and also a little guilty, "I mean, the one you said was flirty."

"Where do I know if other people are going to flirt or not!" Cheng Xinran still sounded devastated.

Cheng Luo sighed, feeling the need to pry open her Tianling cover and bark with a high-pressure water gun: "Your homeroom teacher."

"Ah?!" Cheng Xinran's voice was as loud as before, "How did he become your neighbor? Aren't you just a fierce old lady?"

"Your head teacher is her grandson." Cheng Luo said.

"That's really... quite agreeable to her." Cheng Xinran said, "Brother Jing, why is he asking for leave every day? He looks haggard, is it serious?"

"He's fine. His old lady is sick, and he's been tossing him hard in bed." Cheng Luo caught a glimpse of a white ball slowly moving towards the kitchen door, and quickly turned to close the door.

Cheng Mao was always one step ahead of him. Before the door closed, it had already scurried in and jumped onto the chopping board, slapping the starch with one paw.

The kitchen was instantly filled with smoke|fog|bombs. After stepping on the starch, the cat jumped onto Cheng Luo's shoulder, pressed four white paw prints firmly, then overturned a stack of pots and pans, and jumped into the sink Nested, leaving Cheng Luo and a mess on the ground.

"Earthquake?" Cheng Xinran asked when she heard the movement.

Cheng Luo stood there looking at the cat. Just as he was about to train him, Cheng Mao's big blue eyes flickered twice beautifully.

...Forget it, as long as the cat is happy.

"Hang up." Cheng Luo said, "Cooking."

"Are you cooking? For Brother Jing?" Cheng Xinran's voice was full of worry, "Will I still see him healthy and energetic?"

"Hang up quickly." Cheng Luo picked up the phone with clean hands.

"Hang up, hang up." Cheng Xinran said, "Bring Brother Jing a treat for me, so he can rest assured that he's not here and I try to control myself."

None are reassuring.After hanging up the phone, Cheng Luo took the cat out, cleaned up the kitchen, and continued cooking.

His cooking style doesn't match his own. It's so realistic and meticulous that he doesn't use any recipes that use "appropriate amount" as a standard. It's like doing an experiment. He has to use all the electronic scales to make porridge, measuring spoons, measuring cups, and electronic scales.

When he is free, he makes experimental meals as a hobby, but the cooking is unpalatable.Cheng Xinran never eats with him at home when he comes here, Cheng Yuefeng and Liu Wan also set the kitchen as his forbidden place when they come home during the holidays.

Cheng Luo didn't take it seriously, thinking that he just didn't meet Bole who appreciated his exquisite craftsmanship.

An hour later, Jing Bole almost spit out the porridge on the spot.

Swill it this is!

The little gratitude I had for cooking in person disappeared in an instant.

But Jing Zhuo is a person who is very emotionally intelligent and takes care of other people's face. Holding his breath, he drank half a bowl, and his taste buds withered: "It's... okay."

This is still the case of a cold with a dull sense of taste. It is hard to imagine whether a healthy person will cry directly after taking a sip.

"How is it?" Cheng Luo sat opposite him, pointed at the lettuce fried meat with his chopsticks, "Try it, it's very light."

The porridge smelled of raw flour and was thick enough to be picked up with chopsticks, the lettuce was undercooked, and there were two bowls of salted egg custard with a sauce so thick it could kill you.

Jing Zhuo accepted the inexplicable kindness, but he really couldn't take it anymore.

The strange food made the already weak body worse.

Jing Zhuo leaned on the back of the chair and glanced at Cheng Luo's living room.

The last time I came, I was so drunk that I only remembered his bed.

Decorated in taupe, the house is very clean, filled with a faint scent of aromatherapy.

The living room is a bit cramped, but the area is not small, but the cat litter and cat shelf take up almost half of the space.

"Is this porridge a bit thick?" Cheng Luo talked to himself while eating.

It's more than thick, you can use a brush to paste posters.

"But the taste is quite good." Then he said something that shocked Jing Zhuo extremely.

"I have a question." Jing Zhuo said seriously and sympathetically, "Are you crazy about taste?"

Cheng Luo was silent for a long time, and took another mouthful of porridge: "Shao, that half bowl just now was hard work."

Jing Zhuo was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect him to be so depressed suddenly: "Actually, it's... not bad."

Cheng Luo remained silent for a long time, stirring the custard with his head down, his expression a little lost under the light of the cold white chandelier.

"Really." Jing Zhuo felt a little sorry, seeing Cheng Luo so inexplicably thinking of a big dog with drooping ears, his heart moved.

"Thank you today. If you weren't here, I'd just sleep and lie down for two days." He sniffed, his voice nasal, "Just... don't take care of me like this, it's too troublesome. Why don't you take care of me when you have time?" Take a break by yourself."

My voice is hoarse, and I cleared my throat several times after talking about it, and regretted it after I finished speaking.

Silly|forceful, it's not like something I can do at all.

Maybe it's my brain burning out.

"Shao," Cheng Luo raised his head, and Jing Zhuo realized that the corner of his mouth was smiling, "Is this touching?"

He's a big fart dog, he's a fox who hides his tail for a while.

"No." Jing Zhuo slammed the door of his heart that had been slightly open, nailed it tightly with a wooden board, his face was expressionless, "To comfort you, the food is really a bit unpalatable."

Cheng Mao agreed with this. When passing by, he walked around the dining table and let out a disgusted "meow".

"Let me introduce, this is my girl." Cheng Luo didn't mind, and even seemed to be in a good mood, and picked up the cat, "Cheng Mao, say hello to this brother."

He held the cat's paw and waved towards Jing Zhuo.

There were a few petals on the cat's paws, and the roses that Cheng Luo had planted on the window sill were all bald by the cat.

Jing Zhuo had goose bumps all over his body, he felt cold at first, but now he was going to be overwhelmed by the aversion to cold.

That's not the point, Cheng Luo is a serious cat slave. Jing Zhuo has learned it a long time ago, and he was even more surprised by the cat's name: "Is it called Cheng Mao?"

Such a beautiful cat with such a perfunctory and rustic name.

"It took me three days to wake up." Cheng Luo said, "It's fresh and refined."

Jing Zhuo was quite speechless, he didn't have much energy to look at his phone after eating, he lay down on the bed after leaving Cheng Luo's house and prepared to continue his afternoon sleep.

As soon as his face was on the pillow, the door rang.

"Anti-fever medicine." Cheng Luo put the granule capsules and sugar-coated tablets in his hand, and the medicine box said several times a day like a steel stamp.

"The pen is out of ink, and I haven't found a new one." Cheng Luo said.

"Thank you." Jing Zhuo stretched his eyelids, had to lean on the wall to stand upright, sleepy, uncomfortable, and didn't want to see people.

Cheng Luo smiled: "Take a good rest."

Jing Zhuo nodded his head, paused, and thanked again.

In fact, tonight was really heart-warming. He didn't expect to live across from Cheng Luo, and he never thought that Cheng Luo would take care of him seriously this night.

Just like...friends?He couldn't describe how he felt. This was the first time he had been around someone when he was sick.

I'm not used to it, it's a bit awkward, especially if this person is Cheng Luo... But it doesn't feel bad either.

After careful study of this not-bad thing but not being able to find out where it is not-bad, it was obvious that the rice thief was unpalatable, but Cheng Luo still teased him, and the fever didn't subside, which made him very uncomfortable.

It was probably because the coat with its body temperature and light fragrance was too novel to him, so he had the illusion that it was not bad.

The two of them stood outside the door for no reason and the other stood inside the door and were silent for a while, Jing Zhuo cleared his throat: "You too... have an early rest."

Something was wrong, but Jing Zhuo simply and rudely attributed everything wrong tonight to fever, and his mind was not normal.

"Yeah." Cheng Luo answered in a low voice, paused, turned back to the opposite door and suddenly turned his back to Jing Zhuo and called him, "Spoon."

Jing Zhuo didn't say a word, and waited drowsily for him to say something indecent again.

However, Cheng Luo's voice now seems to be calmer than usual: "Don't think too much, I'm just doing things smoothly."

"As I said before, two and a half favors cannot be canceled out by saying 'nothing'."

The brain that burned all night suddenly woke up.

It was like being splashed with a basin of cold water, and there was cold sweat oozing from the forehead.

It turned out to be a favor.

The inexplicably warm night finally made sense. It turned out that I really burned my brain out.

Jing Zhuo didn't understand why he could find a trace of emotion called loss amidst the great embarrassment at this moment.

He looked at Cheng Luoyin's tall figure entering the door, and the door was politely and slowly closed.

It was the same feeling as last time, the delicate relationship that had just been established was suddenly pulled away and became strange.