He doesn't want to make green tea

Before leaving, Fan Jing did not forget to tell Luo Wei: "You go back and give this to Zhang Yu."

Luo Wei opened the bag, and it contained the clothes he saw during the day, some exquisite casual jackets, and a gray sweater inside, just right for autumn.

"Since when have you become so familiar?" Luo Wei picked up the bag without paying much attention, and walked out.

Fan Jing: "I often chat with him about you, and we gradually got to know him."

Lowe paused: "What about me?"

Fan Jing: "Talk about everything, doesn't Zhang Yu live next door to you?"

Luo Wei was actually a little curious in his heart. Zhang Yu usually told Fan Jing what to say about him. He remembered their attitude towards Zhang Yu when they first met, and guessed that there was nothing good to say about him.

"I'm going back." He didn't ask much.

Fan Jing stood at the door: "Go back to bed early, if you need money, tell your mother."

Lowe hummed.

When he returned home, it was already dark, and he knocked on Zhang Yu's door. It was very quiet inside. He didn't know what Zhang Yu was doing, and it took a while before he opened the door.

Luo Wei glanced at Zhang Yu, his face was a little red, and he asked, "What are you doing?"

Zhang Yu: "Eat, have you eaten?"

Luo Wei shook his head and handed the bag to Zhang Yu: "My mother asked me to give it to you."

Zhang Yu stepped aside and said, "Come in for something to eat?"

He just meant that Luo Wei would definitely not come in to eat with him, but Zhang Yu still had to express it.

Who knew that this person actually took two steps inside: "Are you changing shoes here?"

"If you don't want to come..." Zhang Yu groaned, only to realize later what the other party meant, "...you don't need to change your shoes, it's okay."

Lowe went into his room.

He originally thought that tonight when Luo Wei went home to see Fan Jing, he would have a day off, and specially made a table of his favorite dishes to treat himself, but he didn't expect Luo Wei to come back early and let him in.

Zhang Yu was a little discouraged for a moment.

The room is actually not big, and you can see it all at a glance. The layout of each room in this building is not too different, but it may be the first time entering this person's house, and Luo Wei always feels that everything is not like his own home. Same.

Zhang Yude's room was very clean. Although the floor and walls were tattered, it was quite cozy.

He brought a pair of chopsticks and a bowl to Luo Wei. He ate alone all year round, and he only found a bento box to serve as a rice bowl.

Luo Wei looked at the food on the table. Three of them were served on plates with a lot of chili peppers on them. No wonder this man blushed so much just now.

Zhang Yu usually makes bento for Luo Wei, and the taste is very light, but Zhang Yu himself doesn't like bland food.

Luo Wei tasted it twice, and the taste was really good, but he was a little red because of the spicy taste. The spicy taste is not obtrusive, and it blends well with the aroma of the dishes. Each of the three dishes has its own highlights, even if it does not meet the taste. , Lowe didn't hold back from taking a few bites.

"Maybe it doesn't suit your taste." Zhang Yu said apologetically, "When I'm usually alone, I like spicy food."

"I know." Lowe blurted out.

When Zhang Yu started to cling to Ren Xingwang and eat with him, Luo Wei had already noticed that although the bento was light, Zhang Yu's meals were slightly spicy.

I don't eat extra spicy because of the scars on my face.

After the scar healed, I didn't have to worry about eating so much.

Zhang Yu didn't expect that the other party would say that he knew that every time he ate, no matter whether it was a dinner party or bringing food to the old man next door, he would subconsciously cater to other people's tastes. Over time, everyone felt that Zhang Yu was not picky eaters and would eat everything.

But in fact, when he was a child, he always liked spicy food, and his grandma would plant peppers in the backyard of his hometown.

But then his mother passed away, and his grandmother also passed away, and he gradually learned to read people's faces. Few people would know what Zhang Yu's taste was like.

He didn't expect Luo Wei to observe and know, and he felt a little strange for a moment.

There is another one, which is also packed in a bento box, but it is not the same as the bento box used by Zhang Yu, it is very simple gray, and the things are not opened.

Luo Wei opened the bento, and there were a few ordinary meals inside, obviously not from the same person.

"You did this too?"

Zhang Yu was stunned for a moment, the food in the box was not spicy, after thinking about it, it should be in line with Luo Wei's taste, he said: "Fang Jingsheng brought it over, but I haven't tasted it, so I don't know how it tastes."

He went to the supermarket this afternoon, and found Fang Jingsheng waiting at the entrance of the community. When he saw Zhang Yu, he handed over the bento box in his hand.

It was the first time for Fang Jingsheng to cook for others. Before delivering it to Zhang Yu, he had practiced at home for more than half a month. From the beginning, he couldn't cook well, and now he is able to make simple meals.

When handing the things to Zhang Yu, the wound on his hand was exposed, which should have been scalded while cooking, and it looked very abrupt on the original white hand.

Zhang Yu also knew how difficult it was to learn to cook at the beginning, because he was the same when he was learning. He had burned his hands many times with oil, and the other party still spoke coldly:

"I don't know if you like it or not. If you don't like it, I can change it next time."

Fang Jingsheng gave him something, and Zhang Yu took it upstairs, but didn't open it to eat.

"How does it taste?" he asked Lowe.

Lowe put his chopsticks on the table: "It's not that good."

He couldn't see any emotion, but he didn't want to move his chopsticks anymore. Both of them sat cross-legged in front of a small table with a small carpet on the floor. Although it was crowded, it was intimate and warm.

At this time, Luo Wei took the bag of clothes behind him and rummaged through it casually. Because the space was relatively narrow, he knocked over the lunch box and the clothes tag fell into the dish.

As if he had been prepared for a long time, he straightened the Tangtangshuishui lunch box to prevent the soup from getting on the carpet.

But Fang Jingsheng's hard work at home for more than two hours was wasted.

Luo Wei said: "You can't eat it, let me throw it away for you."

Zhang Yu:"……"

The Luowei people left, took away Fang Jingsheng's lunch box, and threw it into the trash can in the corridor.

Back in the room, Luo Wei played two games with Ren Xingwang after a long absence.

"Boss, I haven't played with you for a long time. I saw Xiao Zhang Yu online a few days ago. I thought you were playing with him, but it turned out that his teammate was someone else."

Lowe: "..."

"He said he was a friend he met online."

Ren Xingwang: "Really? Has he stopped pestering you very much recently? I think he has a high degree of intimacy with other people."

Luo Wei shook his hands and failed to operate well. He gave away a head, feeling inexplicably irritable.

"Is this the legendary push and pull?" Ren Xingwang analyzed logically, "The more I like you, the more I treat you hot and cold, making you worry about gains and losses."

The game character died, and Lowe put the mobile phone with the receiver on on the bed, got out of bed and took a bottle of water to drink.

Ren Xingwang's sighs came intermittently from the mobile phone on the bed: "I may be going abroad soon, I don't know if I can see each other often in the future."

"If I leave, I'll miss Zhang Yu's food."

"Boss, I don't know if you like him or not. Anyway, I like him quite a bit. I always feel that some people will leave after graduation and leave for a long time. As soon as I leave quickly, I can't bear to part with anything, and they are all sentimental..."

Lowe put down the water bottle, returned to the bed, and picked up the phone again.

Ren Xingwang was still saying, "Little Zhang Yu is good everywhere, who doesn't like such a person..."

Ren Xingwang heard Luo Wei's calm voice suddenly coming from the opposite side: "Of course I like it."

He almost choked himself with a mouthful of saliva: "What?"

What did he hear?Lowe said he liked it?

That Luo Wei who is not too strong towards anyone, the young master who rejects people thousands of miles away, would actually say that he likes Zhang Yu?

Although he also felt that Zhang Yu deserved to be liked, Ren Xingwang almost doubted his own ears, and didn't say a suitable word for a long time.

"...That's pretty good, Zhang Yu should also like you very much."

Ren Xingwang could only talk dryly.

After playing a game, he went offline.

After going offline, he recited vocabulary for a while, and before going to bed, Ren Xingwang thought of Zhang Yu again. If this person can really become more and more familiar with Luo Wei, even after graduation, he will not be unable to contact him.

After thinking about it, he sent a message to Zhang Yu.

Ren Xingwang: "Little Zhang Yu, you are making great progress. I just heard with my own ears that my boss likes you."

Zhang Yu was washing dishes when he received the news. He was very calm. He was basically sure that Ren Xingwang had misheard, so he replied with a smiley face and words, and replied ambiguously: "Me too."

I also like myself.

Over there, Ren Xingwang felt that he had eaten a mouthful of dog food.

And Luo Wei's idea is actually very simple, Zhang Yu is indeed attractive, many people like Zhang Yu, everyone knows it in their hearts.

There is nothing to tangle with.

The weather was getting colder, so Zhang Yu got a bus card and put on a set of clothes that Fan Jing gave him.

When Luo Wei saw Zhang Yu at the bus stop, he was wearing new clothes. As expected, the clothes fit well and complemented Zhang Yu's temperament. He was very outstanding. When he stopped at the bus stop, many people would secretly look at him , I want to ask for WeChat.

In less than a week, Luo Wei also applied for a bus card and made a stop next to Zhang Yu.

Those eyes swept around, and the eyes of others were all backed away.

Some even yelled twice in their hearts: "Scary!"

Zhang Yu also bought famous brands in the past, and he bought whatever was on sale, and whichever one was cheaper. Although it was expensive, it didn't fit his style, and some clothes were completely dependent on people.

But this time the clothes are perfect, and he can feel it himself, so he likes to wear that set of clothes more and more.

It's just that since then, Lowe has gone to school by bike less and less.

When the bus came, he got on the bus with Luo Wei, maybe because the place was relatively small, the man was always not far from him.

They used to walk to and from school together, but obviously they would not be so close. Sometimes Luo Wei had a seat, and he gave up his seat to the old man and stood next to Luo Wei. When the car bumped, the two would bump into each other. Together.

His thigh touched Lovi's arm. This man was wearing a wool plaid jacket, which looked inexplicably soft, like a blue cat, beautiful, luxurious, and elusive.

There was another turbulence, Zhang Yu swayed back and forth with the crowd, braked suddenly, Zhang Yu didn't hold the handle, and was bumped by someone behind him, almost fell in front of him.

In a panic, he didn't know what to hold on to to stabilize his body, dragging that thing, and one person supported the weight of the two or three people who fell down, and slowly stabilized his body amidst the bumps.

The bus was crowded, and people often fell down. It rained again today, and it was full of mud and water. Thanks to Zhang Yu's support, the clothes were not stained. The others quickly thanked Zhang Yu, but they stopped talking halfway through.

Zhang Yu was taken aback.

What he grabbed was actually Luo Wei's head. His whole head was hugged by his hands, and he fell backwards with him, his cheeks were stuck to him, and his clothes were messed up. He looked up at Zhang Yu:

"Can you stop hugging me?"

The author has something to say: Lowe: This is not the result I want?