my wronged bamboo horse

Back in the dormitory, Qi Lin was still a little worried, so he gently pinched Xu Ningjian's chin and checked it carefully: "Does it really not hurt?"

Xu Ningjian pushed his hand away: "It really doesn't hurt."

"It hurts, it hurts to death!!" Zhang Billy wailed behind his scratched elbow.

Then Qi Lin dug out the potion and cotton swabs from the cabinet, and threw them in front of Billy Zhang: "Stop barking, wipe it yourself."

Who is the real wounded!Zhang Billy wanted to howl again, but when he looked up and met his cold eyes, he suddenly became dumb, took the potion aggrieved, and went to support himself.

Xu Ningjian looked amused, and said: "Be kind to others, Xiao Zhang is our first friend in the mausoleum."

"..."

Xiao Zhang's eye sockets were moist at that time.

It was so touching, he didn't even know that he was the prince's father's friend!

Qi Lin glanced at Xiao Zhang, gave a faint "hmm", didn't say anything, just picked out a set of home clothes from the closet and stuffed them to Xu Ningjian: "I've been shopping outside for a long time, let's go take a bath first."

Xu Ningjian shrugged, took the clothes and went to the bathroom. When he got to the door, he remembered something again, and raised his eyebrows at Xiao Zhang: "Our dormitory is like this, I don't know what's interesting, just take a look for yourself." .”

Thinking of the nonsense he was talking about, Xiao Zhang felt guilty: "Oh."

When Xu Ningjian entered the bathroom, Billy Zhang met a pair of sharp eagle-like eyes when he turned his head.

Qi Lin smiled, "Want to play?"

Billy Zhang shook his head in shock, "No, no, I'll leave after applying the medicine."

Qi Lin laughed, and patted him on the shoulder: "You haven't done your homework yet, you're already here, finish your homework before leaving."

Billy Zhang was stunned: "I don't..."

Qi Lin interrupted him, with a look in his eyes: "Since Xiao Jian wants to be friends with you, I hope you at least don't spoil him."

Billy Zhang:? ? ? ?

He doesn't want this friendship, okay? !

When Xu Ningjian came out of the bathroom, he saw Billy Zhang sitting on Qi Lin's desk doing homework.

Xu Ningjian was surprised: "What is Xiao Zhang doing?"

Qi Lin smiled: "He said he was afraid that the family would not give him pocket money, and wanted to improve his grades."

Billy Zhang: "..."

Xu Ningjian raised her eyebrows: "Really?"

Qi Lin put his arm around Billy Zhang's shoulder, "Really?"

Zhang Billy felt his shoulders sink, and an invisible pressure pressed down. What could he do? Of course he nodded, "Yes."

Only then did Qi Lin let go of him, and said with a friendly face: "You are our good friend, if you have any questions, you can ask me more, don't be embarrassed."

He deliberately emphasized the tone of "good friend", which made people's teeth sore.

"..." Billy Zhang smiled politely, "Thank you."

Qi Lin didn't change his expression: "You're welcome."

Xu Ningjian snorted inexplicably, didn't say any more, and just walked aside to wipe his hair.

Qi Lin looked at him, and said casually: "How about you, are you tired, do you want to rest or study for a while?"

Xu Ningjian looked at him for a while, and suddenly felt a little boring, so he threw the towel aside: "Okay, let's do the meeting questions."

He pulled away the chair and sat down at his desk. As soon as he turned on the desk lamp, he felt a familiar breath coming from behind, and then a broad hand covered his head, and his slender fingers passed through the wet hair .

"The hair hasn't been dried yet, and I'll catch a cold again later." Qi Lin frowned, picked up the towel next to Xu Ningjian and covered Xu Ningjian's head with disgust, and wiped it gently.

His movements were natural, and Xu Ningjian was used to it, so he tilted his head back a little in coordination to make it easier for Qi Lin.

"Anyway, someone will take care of it." Xu Ningjian looked rogue.

Qi Lin laughed angrily, grabbed his hand hard, and said, "Well, I owe you what I owe you."

After wiping almost, Qi Lin turned around to look for the hair dryer again.But when he turned around, he met Zhang Billy's gaze.

Holding the exercise book in his hand, Billy Zhang was staring blankly at them, hesitating to speak all over his face.

Qi Lin: "What's the matter?"

Zhang Billy came back to his senses in a jerk, subconsciously said: "There is a question that I can't do..."

Qi Lin nodded: "I'll tell you later."

After finishing speaking, he went to blow-dry Xu Ningjian's hair on his own.

His posture was so natural and smooth that Billy Zhang was confused, and even had a little bit of doubt about his interpersonal relationship——

Is it because Qi Lin is really too kind to Xu Ningjian?Or is there a problem with my posture in making friends, so I haven't made a friend who is willing to take care of me in such a small way?

He couldn't help but look at Qi Lin again.

It has to be said that Qi Lin's movements are really skillful, and one can tell that he is a skilled worker at a glance.

If it wasn't for the age mismatch, Zhang Billy would have suspected that Qi Lin was really Xu Ningjian's father.

This counts as doting.

It was night, Qi Lin was lying on the bed, trying to fall asleep, when he heard the sound of the bed next door being tossed and turned.

Qi Lin was very familiar with this voice, his brows were almost subconsciously frowned, and he asked in a low voice, "Are you insomnia again?"

The movement over there stopped.

Qi Lin didn't ask any further questions, but just waited quietly.

After a long time, Xu Ningjian opened his mouth slowly: "I saw a chicken noodle soup outside this afternoon, let's find time to eat."

Qi Lin was slightly startled, and then laughed silently: "Okay."

There was another silence, Xu Ningjian spoke again, his voice was very flat, as if he had mentioned it casually: "Qi Lin, do you think I'm annoying?"

Qi Lin was silent for a while, then sighed softly: "...um."

This is not the first time Xu Ningjian asked this question, nor was it the first time Qi Lin answered this question.

In the past many years, Xu Ningjian would ask him this question every once in a while.

Sometimes Qi Lin answers yes, sometimes no.

But no matter how he answered, Xu Ningjian seemed dissatisfied.

Especially dissatisfied today.

"Oh, I see." Xu Ningjian opened his eyes in the dark, staring blankly at the blurry ceiling, feeling his breathing getting heavier little by little, "In this case, you don't have to..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the bed next to him suddenly sank, and the familiar tall body came up from behind.

"I started talking nonsense again, did I catch a cold?"

Qi Lin hugged Xu Ningjian's waist, turned him over to face him, then lowered his head, groped for a while, and finally put his forehead on Xu Ningjian's.

Xu Ningjian froze.

The night is deep, everything is silent, and all subtle sounds are infinitely amplified.

Their foreheads were pressed together, and the tips of their noses were also very close, so close that Xu Ningjian could clearly feel each other's warm breath.

"Fortunately, I don't have a fever." Qi Lin said, and then wrapped his arms around his back, gently grasping his back, like he did many nights before.

"It's annoying, but it's okay... I don't care."

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Xiao Zhang: I was walking on the road and suddenly got kicked by jio.