The omega in the whole school is not as good as me

The weather in Beijing is capricious. There were occasional bright sunshine a few days ago, and a little rain will not hinder the temperature from rising.

Today it has just entered the beginning of April, and a swirling cold wind blows the whole city cold again.

As night fell, Duan Jiaran tossed and turned in bed.

He shouldn't have opened the video recorded by eating and broadcasting before closing his eyes. He was obviously not hungry, but his mouth controlled his brain.

The favorite shop does not deliver food, and when Duan Jiaran regained control of his brain, he was already dressed and standing outside the door.

Touching the keys in his pocket, Duan Jiaran sighed softly, resigned himself to his fate and went to press the elevator.

At home, he couldn't feel the real temperature outside. Wearing a thin sweater and loose trousers slightly higher than his knees, Duan Jiaran was shivering from the cold, but he didn't bother to go upstairs to add clothes.

The cold wind blew his face red, Duan Jiaran sniffed, took out his phone to check the exact location of the supper shop.

After confirming the location, Duan Jiaran wanted to put the phone and his stiff hands back into the pocket in front of his abdomen, but suddenly recalled something, Duan Jiaran opened the darkened screen and clicked on the microphone icon.

The latest call record was just half an hour ago, but it was written in red.

Originally, he thought that Zhao Qiyou was planning to live outside, and wanted to make a phone call to confirm, but the other party didn't answer for a long time, which made Duan Jiaran a little uneasy for no reason.

It was twelve o'clock in nine minutes, and Duan Jiaran tried to dial back again.

A busy tone came from the handset, but it was not connected.

Duan Jiaran pursed her lips, staring at the dark screen with heavy eyes.

Maybe I'm thinking too much.Thinking so, Duan Jiaran forced himself to feel at ease, and shoved his body out of the community while stuffing the phone back into his pocket.

In the end, Duan Jiaran still didn't go to the store he wanted to go to. He was attracted by the barbecue fried skewers stand on the side of the road.

Duan Jiaran excitedly chose the things he liked, and after the selection, he excitedly commanded from the side: "Uncle, deep-fry the dried orchids to make them crisper for me."

"okay."

"Jiaran?"

Duan Jiaran, who was staring at the uncle flipping the meat skewers, suddenly heard the shout and turned around.

It was the intact Zhao Qiyou.It is what it was when it was there, it is what it is now, and it seems that it has not been abducted by bad guys.

A few middle-aged people who came home late were sitting at the stall, talking nonsense, and two young people also chose a seat to sit down.

Duan Jiaran: "Don't, let's eat one piece first, and then order if we don't have enough."

He ordered a lot of things, so in order to prevent Zhao Qiyou from ordering, he went to the small refrigerator beside him and got a bottle of Coke and a can of beer.

Duan Jiaran doesn't drink, the beer is for Zhao Qiyou.

Zhao Qiyou knew Duan Jiaran's preferences, and felt his sweetheart's accommodating and caring, even though he was not actually an alcoholic, this can of not-so-tasty beer was like fairy nectar, making Zhao Qiyou's heart sweet.

Duan Jiaran who was on the side was completely relieved when he saw the person he had been worried about come back, his thoughts were extremely simple.

The cold and stimulating cola poured into his mouth, and the dense bubbles made Duan Jiaran frown, but he was in a great mood, especially when he remembered that his brother and another roommate were still sleeping peacefully at home, while he was secretly looking for food outside.

Thinking of this, Duan Jiaran was secretly delighted to share his joy with the people around him: "Is it not good for us to eat?"

"But it's not that I don't want to take them. I can't wake them up for such a thing, right?"

After saying those words, Duan Jiaran quickly found a high-sounding excuse for himself.

Zhao Qiyou naturally catered to him, but he didn't make him happy like usual.

Only then did Duan Jiaran realize that something was wrong with him, but he didn't ask in a hurry, he just fed him frequently after the boss served the dishes.

Watching the other party swallow, Duan Jiaran was satisfied and put the stick aside.

Seeing his absent-minded appearance, the white Audi he saw in the afternoon flashed in Duan Jiaran's mind, and he couldn't help asking curiously.

Zhao Qiyou was stunned for a moment, then said flatly, "It's my mother."

That's it, Duan Jiaran nodded knowingly, knowing that the other party was also from a divorced family, and his expression was not happy when he mentioned his mother, so he didn't ask any more questions.

"Eat quickly, then let's go back quickly, it's so cold that we almost lose our appetite."

It was only then that Zhao Qiyou noticed his attire, and took off his coat to cover the other party's blood-stained knees.

Duan Jiaran was taken aback, and tried to return it after earning it twice but failed. He said unwillingly, "What is this for? Are you not cold?"

Zhao Qiyou snorted coldly: "The legs are still ruined like this?"

His original chaotic emotions all turned into anger because Duan Jiaran didn't cherish his healthy body.

"Oh, I was in a daze before I came out, and besides, the weather isn't that cold...Come on, I'll get under the covers as soon as I get home, okay?"

It may be the aftereffects of being taken care of many times. Obviously, Duan Jiaran hurt his own body, but now he knows that he is wrong, but now he wants to curry favor with Zhao Qiyou.

Duan Jiaran felt that he seemed to lose the ability to live in front of Zhao Qiyou, and the other party was an elderly father who always worried about his stupid son.

"Put some hot water and bubbles..."

Not wanting to experience the feeling of being dominated by elders in cold weather, Duan Jiaran changed the subject: "No problem, no problem, let me have a drink of beer."

When the other party didn't refuse, he took it as a promise, took a sip, but soon put on a pain mask, wrinkled his face and stuck out his tongue.

"Hey, it's really hard to drink."

It's not that he hasn't touched wine before, but he drank less and mostly had fresh and sweet fruit wine.I also tried beer, and it was uncomfortable to drink once.

When taking off the pain mask, Duan Jiaran saw a small shiny area shining on the mouth of the soda can, and suddenly reacted.

He smiled awkwardly and said, "Good guy, I didn't notice it for a while, so I drank it directly."

Seeing that he ignored him, Duan Jiaran wanted to explain that he was not sick, but Zhao Qiyou said softly at this moment: "It's okay."

I saw him shaking his head, tilting his head slightly to one side, his gaze pointing into the distance, his hand nonchalantly reaching for his beer, and after a while he took a sip, as if he really didn't mind Duan Jiaran's behavior at all.

"Oh, good." Duan Jiaran nodded blankly, why did he feel weird.

But he was too lazy to think about it, and by the way, he withdrew the proposal to let Zhao Qiyou wipe the wall of the cup with a piece of paper, and just sat down with a bottle of coke quietly drinking his own Coke, thinking that his drinking capacity was really bad, and a sip of beer would be enough for him to drink. It made his face hot.

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