A little sweet text

A cold is a very miraculous disease. During the cold, the whole person is like being covered in a plastic bag and covered with a cork. It is uncomfortable to suffocate, so after the recovery, it is not transparent, and the inhalation and exhalation are all in the lungs. It's like smearing cool oil.

At the same time, the dull senses are also liberated, making them extra sensitive.

The cigarette ash bounced on the floor beside the bed, the cat broke in and stepped on its paw, then jumped on Jing Zhuo.

After finishing the work, he felt comfortable being served, but his body was still exhausted, and he was almost sent away when the fat cat hit him like this: "Can you take care of your cat!"

Cheng Luo pinched his cigarette and raised an arm towards the cat: "Come here."

Cheng Mao nestled on Jing Zhuo, glanced at him, and didn't move.

"...Hey?" Cheng Luo maintained this position for a few seconds, and finally lowered his arms in embarrassment.What a white-eyed cat, this is, how can I post it around others.

In fact, people who keep pets seldom tell others that my family XX likes you. Who would want their fur kids to like others?

Especially for a cat slave like Cheng Luo, his heart was broken at this moment: "Your surname is Cheng and Jing?"

Jing Zhuo doesn't have much love, and he doesn't like this kind of cute thing with fur at all. He wanted to pick it up and put it back under the bed, but when he picked it up, he was stunned.

...Didn't pick it up?

He sat up patiently and hugged Cheng Mao with both hands before putting Cheng Mao on the floor.

Cheng Luo watched the cat get out of the door with a loving gaze like an old father: "Isn't it cute?"

Jing Zhuo didn't understand what was so cute about the fat man, so he responded perfunctorily: "Yeah."

"Then come and see the cat often." Cheng Luo lay down and pulled the quilt up.

The charming air in the air has not yet dissipated, and after autumn here, it is the double-speed winter mode, and it is too cold to open the windows at night in late autumn.

Jing Zhuo didn't understand the meaning of these words, but Cheng Luo had already developed a conditioned reflex, and his first reaction was to be alert: "What do you mean?"

"Huh?" Cheng Luo turned over and looked at him, "The door is opposite from now on, I want you to come and sit often."

Jing Zhuo couldn't digest for a while.

"What are you thinking about?" In the darkness, a light and low voice said with a smile, "It's about sitting, not doing."

Jing Zhuo'er's roots felt a little hot.I got caught again. In my previous life, I was a prize at a trap stall, right?

The air was silent, as it always seemed when they were together.

One spoke out of tune, and the other closed his heart tightly and had nothing to say.

Jing Zhuo turned his head sideways and saw a long black bag lying beside the closet. He thought it was a musical instrument or something, but only through the light coming in from the window did he see clearly that the words "Huishan Snow Field" were printed on it.

"Skiboard?" Jing Zhuo asked.

"Yeah." Cheng Luo responded, "The old people's sports hobby."

After the conversation, there was silence again.

"It's not impossible to do that." Just when Jing Zhuo thought he had fallen asleep, Cheng Luo's sober voice came, "Shao, do you need a solid gun?"

The sound wasn't too close. The two of them slept on the double bed as if they were a family bed, and they were lying next to each other. There was such a big space in the middle that I don't know who left it for.

"Shut up." Jing Zhuo faced the closet and opened his eyes.

At this moment, I suddenly felt that the big piece of quilt in the middle was very windy, and I shivered. This cold is just right: "Can I take the quilt again? Or I will go back to sleep."

In fact, he didn't want to move after the work was over, he didn't want to clean up and go back to the opposite door, he just wanted to help Cheng Luo.

Cheng Luo acted as if he hadn't heard it, and insisted on the previous topic: "Is it okay?"

Jing Zhuo evaded and replied: "Cold, quilt."

Before he finished speaking, his back suddenly felt warm.

A deep voice finally approached, almost close to his ear: "Honestly."

The word "true" came out of Cheng Luo's mouth, which seemed to be a very strange thing.

Feeling the huge heat source on his back, Jing Zhuo knew that Cheng Luo wasn't teasing him right now.

Except for the physical harmony, there is nothing to deal with.

In summary, it is the best realm of Pao|Friends.

He hates Cheng Luo's flirtatiousness, his sudden approach and distance, and his unpredictability.

But at the same time, I realized that Gu Pao only needs to grow well and work well.

From the very beginning, Jing Zhuo subconsciously portrayed him as a qualified role between lover and bed partner, even though he didn't have such expectations.

I have always thought that I was very sober and vigilant in this relationship that is not considered a relationship, but now I am slowly realizing it.

It was him who was too serious.

But being true does not mean crossing the boundary of "cannon|friend". Jing Zhuo has absolute confidence in himself and does not give birth to feelings.

At the same time, the strange desire to win and lose also ignited in his heart, just like the first time he went home with Cheng Luo, he didn't want to be looked down upon, and he didn't want Cheng Luo to feel as if he was so inexperienced and so rare.

Just do what you need and keep the distance.

"Okay." Jing Zhuo closed his eyes.

"Teacher, look!" On Monday morning, Cheng Xinran deliberately didn't hand in the homework when the class representative collected it, and went to Jingzhuo's office after morning reading, "Homework!"

Jing Zhuo picked up her exercise book suspiciously: "Have I never seen the homework?"

"You haven't seen my well-written homework." Cheng Xinran took the credit and turned it over in front of his face, "Brother Jing, have you recovered from your cold?"

"Almost." Jing Zhuo took the book out of her hand.

He didn't sleep at Cheng Luo's house last night. Since he became an official fixed gun, he had to keep the proper distance between the fixed guns. He went back to the opposite door in the middle of the night.

To be honest, looking at Cheng Xinran now is a bit awkward, but I never imagined that your homeroom teacher is your brother's solid gun...

I don't want these messes during working hours. Isn't this a plantation that desecrates the flowers of the motherland?

Tomorrow he will go back to the hospital to take care of the old lady, today he has to explain everything to the students, and tighten their loose strings as tight as possible.

What Cheng Luo said is right, Cheng Xinran is really quiet in front of Jing Zhuo, he is considered half an honest child.

Jing Zhuo also changed his opinion of her.He is not the most vicious kind of teacher, and he is young, in fact, he has no dignity in front of half-grown children.But this child has always remembered the incident when he helped Cheng Xinran beat the chicken feet before, so he knew it calmly, so as not to make Teacher Jing angry.

It's time to come to the office, Jing Zhuo chatted with her by the way: "What's the plan for the monthly exam?"

Cheng Xinran obviously had no plans, and scratched his head: "Three... names for progress?"

"Ten." Jing Zhuo said, "I'll tell your brother later that if you don't reach the goal, you will visit home again."

"Oh." Cheng Xinran nodded, and didn't leave after Jing Zhuo signaled her to go back to class, hesitantly said, "Teacher, are you familiar with my brother... now?"

Jing Zhuo was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect her to ask this: "It's just a neighbor."

Cheng Xinran glanced at the hairpin with cat ears on the corner of his desk, hesitated to speak for a while, then went out.

Jing Zhuo smacked it, feeling something was wrong.

Will Cheng Luo's old flirt find a bed|companion is as common as eating, and treat this as a casual chatter with Cheng Xinran?

This suspicion has been lingering in his heart. At noon, he finally couldn't help sending a message to Cheng Luo: Discuss something

- Keep it secret, don't tell anyone

After a while, Cheng Luo's message came back with a little expression that was more than OK.

Jing Zhuo looked at the note of "Cheng" on the chat box, suddenly came up with bad humor, and changed it to "Pao" for him.

It's really not worthwhile not to give him the whole alias if he spends all day.

How fresh, the first solid gun.

It was extraordinarily busy to go back from work, the colleagues in the office who came to borrow pens were like refugees, and before Jing Zhuo could return his expression, An Wei and a few others stood by his desk for a long time.

"What are you laughing at, what's the matter?" An Wei directly took the pencil case from his pocket, took out a handful and put it back for him after dividing it.

Cheng Luo put down the phone: "Did I laugh?"

"Brother Cheng is never smiling." A female doctor took the pen from An Wei, "Who is like you."

An Wei was not convinced: "I'm talking about his kind of smile, his strange expression of being happy!"

"Come on." Cheng Luo said, "Go and see Section Chief Huang, just leave after the shift."

A few colleagues went out, Cheng Luo took a mask and put it on the bridge of his nose as a blindfold, and spread out the chair to squint for a while.

Just as he was dazed, there was a commotion downstairs, mixed with crying.

He must have come to the hospital to hold a banner for the portrait. Cheng Luo walked to the window and his expression turned cold after seeing who the doctor was making trouble for.

It's been three years, and it's endless.

After calling the security department, he opened the door and walked quickly to the elevator.

"Hey, Doctor Cheng!" A nurse in the corridor hurriedly called to him, "Don't go down!"

"It's hard to see that people can keep making trouble in the building." Cheng Luo said.

Many patients were lying on the windows looking down at the excitement. A man was kneeling at the main entrance, holding a portrait of an old man in his hand, and several people beside him were holding a black and white banner reading "Return my loved ones", and there were speakers playing dirge music .

There will be more and more people who have been making noise to watch the excitement. At this moment, many colleagues have already gone downstairs, so Cheng Luo quickened his pace.

Passing by the ward, Huang Xiumao's voice came: "Xiao Cheng!"

Cheng Luo paused, adjusted his expression and walked in: "Section Chief."

"I heard it all here." Huang Xiumao frowned, "Come back, don't go down."

"It's not the way to calm things down, but this lingering ghost has to see someone, and it doesn't matter who he is."

Cheng Luo didn't say a word, Huang Xiumao also wanted to help him wade through the muddy water.

"Let it hang." Huang Xiumao closed his eyes, "It will be gone after a while, don't worry about it, don't think about it, it has nothing to do with you."

Cheng Luo wanted to say something else, but Huang Xiumao moved and asked the nurse to turn her over: "Isn't there a blood test at noon this afternoon? Xiaoan has gone to the next door, you can arrange it for me."

Cheng Luo sighed, and heard the mourning downstairs stopped, and the crying was overwhelmed by the siren.

The security department called and the person had already been driven away.

There was silence in the ward for a while, and Huang Xiumao sighed: "Xiao Cheng, don't stay here if you can go back to the city hospital."

Cheng Luo shook his head: "It's not because of that, the county doctor is better than the county doctor, and I have my own ideas."

"He's so old." Huang Xiumao snorted, "Jing Zhuo still looks half-dead?"

"It's almost done, I can go to school today." Cheng Luo smiled.

"That's also a stubborn breed." Huang Xiumao said, "I didn't raise it well when I was young, but now I have a weird temper, follow me."

Cheng Luo pulled up a chair and sat down, while looking at the medical records of the past few days, he asked casually, "How can it be regarded as a failure?"

"This child has no parents, so he was raised casually, so that he has no one to rely on since he was a child."

Cheng Luo paused, then looked up at Huang Xiumao in surprise.

Huang Xiumao turned his head to the side: "Show me yesterday's test sheet."

"The transaminases have dropped," Cheng Luo didn't look at the test sheet, he was familiar with the condition of each patient in his hand, and he could say it with his mouth, "Metastatic lesions in both lungs and ribs."

"I can't last this winter." Huang Xiumao looked at her hands like dead branches and closed his eyes, "After autumn, he will really be left alone."