A little sweet text

The descendants are filial, the younger the children, the more filial piety they have to follow. Jing Zhuo has to live in the old lady's former residence for several years before he can be considered to send the old man away safely.

For the first seven nights, the lights were kept on, and all the lights in the house were turned on.

Jing Zhuo kept lying on Cheng Luo's body until his nose no longer hurt, then Jing Zhuo raised his head.

As soon as he raised his head, he was pushed back by Cheng Luo, and his hair was stroked twice like a puppy.

"I'm fine." Jing Zhuo said shyly, his voice covering his shoulders, muffled.

This posture is tiring and a bit awkward, Jing Zhuo stretched his neck forward, and Cheng Luo squatted on the ground.

"That's great." Jing Zhuo hesitantly stretched out his hand and patted him on the back, "My neck is like a bastard."

Cheng Luo glanced sideways, put his arms around his back and hugged him forward.

The neck was no longer so long, and the whole upper body was leaning against Cheng Luo's arms. Although it was more comfortable, it was even more awkward.

He endured the awkwardness and leaned back for a while.

Jing Zhuo patted Cheng Luo's back again before he let go: "Are you going to work tomorrow?"

"The day after tomorrow." Jing Zhuo sniffed, his voice a little nasal.

In fact, the funeral leave was only three days. Teacher Wu greeted him with his superiors. After all, he was a teacher from a foreign school, so he wouldn't make it difficult, so he granted him a few more days off.

"Then I'll invite you tomorrow." Cheng Luo followed him out of the bedroom and closed the door.

"No need." Jing Zhuo felt very uncomfortable at the moment, he felt awkward and warm at the same time, these two days of chaos, Cheng Luo did not help much here.

"Already invited." Cheng Luo shook the phone, and Dingding voice reminded: "The application is successful~"

After the first seven funerals, it is considered to be completely over. The rest of the day is to adjust my mood, take a rest, stay up late at the wake and the next few days, Jing Zhuo can't bear it.

The next day, I slept until almost noon before waking up. I was about to get up and go to the hospital in a daze.

I was feeling a little uncomfortable when there was a knock on the door.

Jing Zhuo thought about giving him a key directly, got out of bed and walked to the door, paused, then retreated to the bathroom to tidy himself up in front of the mirror, made sure that his clothes were well-dressed, and opened the door.

As soon as he saw Cheng Luo's image, he was startled.

Cheng Luo took the goggles to the top of his head and shook the "Huishan Ski" bag in his hand: "Go out for a walk? Relax, you won't have time when the shift starts."

After the death of the old lady, of course Jing Zhuo couldn't treat him coldly.This guy is just like that, but sometimes it's... nice.

Jing Zhuo thought that after the old lady left, he would fall into greater loneliness and helplessness than before living alone, after all, it was a relative who passed away.

But Cheng Luo, who was originally dispensable in his life, slowly walked in and filled some gaps.

"What do I need to bring?" Jing Zhuo let him in.

"Just bring yourself." Cheng Luo said, "You don't need to wear a lot, the ski field is not cold, and you will sweat when you slide."

This year just entered the winter and went straight to the level of twenty-nine days. It was extremely cold, but it hadn't snowed yet.

Some naive thoughts popped up in my heart, and I suddenly wanted to see the snow, the purity of Bai Capi, to change my mood.

Packed up and went out, went downstairs to the garage, Jing Zhuo got into the car and glanced back, a little surprised: "Cheng Xinran is not together?"

"Today is Wednesday." Cheng Luo smiled and buckled up his seat belt, "Why does this teacher still want to give the students a holiday?"

Too confused, today is Wednesday.It’s a little embarrassing for only two people to go out to play. In the past, when going out with colleagues, several children usually followed.

"Is it far?" Jing Zhuo remembered the last time he rode his electric car to the vegetable market, and it was really touching to drive this time.

"It's on the outskirts of the city." Cheng Luo said, "You have to run at a high speed. Just sleep on the way."

I was pulled out for skiing as soon as I woke up at ten o'clock, so I shouldn't be sleepy anymore.

However, as soon as the car drove out of the development zone, Jing Zhuo leaned against the window and fell asleep.

Cheng Luo pulled over the car, put down the seat for him, took his windbreaker from the back seat and put it on him.

Thinner, thick eye circles, looking a little haggard.

Cheng Luo looked at it for a while, then stretched out his hand to gently wipe away his slightly wrinkled brow.

Jing Zhuo felt his soft hands and feet, and held back his laughter.

After waking up, he couldn't fall asleep, the brow that was touched just now seemed to be a little itchy, Jing Zhuo closed his eyes and tried not to reach out to touch it.

Cheng Luo's driving style is completely different from his riding style. He can hardly even try to get over the speed bumps, and he has been in the slow lane without fighting.

Jing Zhuo wanted to open his eyes a little bit, but felt that it was too embarrassing to be awake and relatively speechless.

While struggling, the stereo in the car was turned on, and all kinds of radio broadcasts were full of interesting hosts playing songs.

Jing Zhuo adjusted the seat and sat up.

"Are you awake?" Cheng Luo glanced at him and smiled.

"How do you know I'm awake?" Jing Zhuo took out his phone, there was nothing to deal with except for a few parents asking about their children's situation, but he still clicked on all social software and swiped through it.

"Feeling." Cheng Luo said.

Jing Zhuo also found that his feeling was amazing, so that sometimes he was a little embarrassed in front of him, as if he was completely seen through, but now he is almost used to it: "What else do you feel?"

Cheng Luo looked ahead seriously and paused for a while: "I feel like you are bored now, I want to chat for a while."

"It's not very effective." Jing Zhuo smiled, and was still scrolling through Weibo aimlessly.

The car drove into the tunnel and there was no signal.

If you swipe again, you really want to cover it up. He put down the phone: "What are you talking about?"

Under the tunnel light, Cheng Luo's mouth curled into a smile: "Let's talk about your love history."

This is really nothing to talk about, the history of Jing Zhuo's family, friendship and love is almost blank.

The only thing that can be included in the love history is when I read romance novels in junior high school and liked the male protagonist...

"It's more chaotic." Jing Zhuo said.

It seems that I have liked many male protagonists.

"Really." Cheng Luo laughed, and didn't say whether he believed it or not.

Uncovering the edge, Jing Zhuo put the clothes on the back seat: "I'll cover you for a while."

Cheng Luo didn't let him drive: "I had a caller when I was in high school, but I didn't get into a university after that."

This was mentioned by himself, not by asking.

Jing Zhuo was thinking: "Then what?"

"After a few years in different places, we got together for the postgraduate entrance examination." Cheng Luo said.

"... quite persevering." Jing Zhuo couldn't figure it out a little bit, isn't this pretty good, "Continue."

"No more." When Cheng Luo said it, it was like talking about what to eat for breakfast, lunch and dinner, without even a little emotion about the past, "Come down for an internship, and we will be divided."

Jing Zhuo felt a little pity when he heard it. After so many years, and living in different places, he never thought about reconciling?

The train of thought slipped out all the way, but the feeling in my heart was a bit strange.

Cheng Luo seemed to see that he was hesitant to speak: "I was still young at that time, so I took it seriously when I called."

"Then how is it true?" Jing Zhuo asked.

"I don't know either." Cheng Luo said, "This is not a national unified exam, so there is no standard answer."

The king of guns, the relationship is quite deep.Jing Zhuo smiled, but didn't speak.

"Do you have an answer there?" Cheng Luo asked, "Let me refer to it."

Jing Zhuo thought for a while, if he wanted to take the real test, he would probably have to hand in a blank paper.

"Would you like to... live with that person?" Jing Zhuo searched hard, trying to figure out what to do in his mind, but he could only put it into the specific scene, "I think about it when I can't sleep, and the first thing I do when I wake up is thinking about it."

"You are contradictory." Cheng Luo nodded his finger on the steering wheel, "If you live together, you can sleep together, and if you sleep together, you can see it when you wake up before going to bed?"

Jing Zhuo finished his sentence, and Cheng Luo followed up: "Or do you mean not to sleep together at night?"

The air conditioner in the car seemed to be turned on a little high, and it suddenly became quiet, and the program of telling cold jokes and canned laughter on the radio seemed even more embarrassing.

Jing Zhuo's ears felt a little warm, he himself didn't know why he just said such a sentence, it was completely unintentional: "Nonsense."

"Spoon." Cheng Luoyi called him that for no good, but this time his tone was thoughtful.

Jing Zhuo turned his head and looked out of the window, a large area of ​​the reservoir and river bed outside was almost exposed, and it was freezing: "Yes."

"I came to look for you this morning because I was thinking about you." Cheng Luo said.