don't cry

"Whoa-"

A slender hand turned on the faucet.

Jing Rong lowered his eyes and washed his fingers carefully, the fingertips were still trembling slightly.

He closed his eyes, and the absurd scene just now reappeared in his mind.

The voice of the other party begging to be coquettish, the appearance of wanting to cry, and the expression of complete satisfaction in the end.

"Brother taught me very well, can you continue to teach me next time?" The other party pressed his lips against his lips, kissed him as if to reward him, and then became ruthless and tyrannical again, plundering his remaining breath.

As if frightened by something, Jing Rong accelerated the speed of washing his hands, but the more he rubbed, the more obvious the redness of his palms became, and there was a fine and dense pain like needle pricks.

He couldn't help frowning, regretting being confused by the other party just now and doing something out of the ordinary.

Qu Yu's body has just recuperated for more than a day, and it seems a little too radical to do such a thing. What if it is not easy to make up for the loss together?

The more Jing Rong thought about it, the more he felt that he was too irrational and sober just now. Fortunately, when the other party reached out to him, he stopped the other party in time.

Thinking of the other party's eyes that were red from crying just now, it seemed as if he was hooking him to do something against reason.

Jing Rong splashed clean water on his face. The cool temperature made his brain sober and calm. He stood quietly by the edge of the sink for a while, and then wiped off the water droplets on his face with a towel.

It was just that when he was about to wipe his hands, he hesitated a little, brought his palms to the tip of his nose and sniffed, a look of unnaturalness flashed across his face, he put down the towel and squeezed out a large puddle of hand sanitizer, rubbed and pressed gently.

It wasn't until the palms of his hands hurt when he touched them that he could barely stop this almost self-abuse behavior. This time he only smelled the refreshing and clean gardenia fragrance, and he barely suppressed the dryness in his heart.

Jing Rong wiped off the water on his hands, looked down, made sure that he would not have an embarrassing reaction, and then heaved a sigh of relief, turned around and left the bathroom.

Qu Yu had already gone back to his bedroom to clean his body, and it was unrealistic to expect him to cook dinner. His heart ached, and he didn't bother to cook anymore, so he simply ordered two bowls of light porridge and side dishes.

While waiting for the takeaway, in order to calm down, he took out the tome and flipped through a few pages.

No one came out of the opposite bedroom until the doorbell rang.

Jing Rong arranged the porridge and side dishes on the dining table separately, cleaned up the mess in the kitchen, and then took a glass of water to drink.

His eyes fell on the door of Quyu's bedroom, and he realized that there seemed to be nothing to kill time, so he stopped dawdling and walked to the opposite bedroom.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk."

Jing Rong knocked on Qu Yu's bedroom door.

The other party didn't seem to want to see him, and it took a long time before he opened the door, only showing a wet head: "What's the matter, brother."

Jing Rong's eyes fell on his dripping hair, and he shook his head slightly: "It's okay, I ordered two bowls of porridge, let's go out and eat something."

Qu Yu glanced at him shyly, then quickly lowered his head, shaking his head like a rattle: "I, I want to be quiet now, brother eat first, don't worry about me."

After speaking, close the door.

Jing Rong subconsciously took a step forward. The other party probably thought he was going in, and closed the door immediately in fright.

Jing Rong stood quietly for a few seconds, and couldn't help shaking his head.

He just wanted to remind the other party, don't forget to dry your hair.

That night Qu Yu still didn't come to him. After Jing Rong took a shower, he sat on the chair and looked at the pillow that the other party had fallen on his bed again, feeling a subtle loss in his heart.

Qu Yu is good at everything, but she is too shy.

Although these two days have always teased him unexpectedly, but it is often because of her shame, she hides herself in the bedroom every night and refuses to harass him again.

Jing Rong closed his eyes and thought for a moment, and couldn't help sighing.

He took out the diary and wrote what happened today. He wrote it for a long time without knowing it. When he checked the diary with his sore wrists, he found that the paper was full of "he".

Although they have only been together for two days, the other party has long been integrated into every corner of his life and has become inseparable and cannot be ignored.

Jing Fu entered the diary and lay down on the bed. This time, instead of sending a pillow to the other party, he stretched out his long arms and hugged the pink pillow in his arms, then lowered his head and sniffed it gently.

There seemed to be Qu Yu's scent on the pillow, and the gardenia scent was exactly the same as his, but sweeter and richer than his, like unmelted honey, sweet into the bottom of my heart.

They took a lunch break together in the past two days, and Jing Rong was already a little used to sleeping two people on this bed. At this moment, he was the only one lying on the bed, and it looked extraordinarily empty, even more empty than last night.

For some reason, he felt slightly dissatisfied.

She knew how to seduce him so easily in the daytime, but guarded him so strictly at night, how afraid she was of what he would do.

Jing Rong couldn't help but began to think about what he did on Monday night to make the other party so scared.

He drank too many drinks that night, to the point of fragmentation, no matter how he recalled, the memory of that night seemed to be shrouded in a hazy mist, making him unable to see clearly.

Suddenly, a picture flashed in his mind.

It seemed that before he fell asleep, Qu Yu appeared in front of him, seemed to whisper something, and then he completely lost the memory.

Could it be that after the other party said that, he couldn't help but do something that went beyond the line?

Jing Rong rubbed his temples, and for a moment he couldn't remember who took the initiative first. Maybe that night was an accidental product after being distracted, but it is undeniable that if he hadn't had this impulse, he would probably have to do it again. Think for a while.

Thinking of this, Jing Rong was able to understand the other party's defensive behavior, he sighed, touched the soft pillow in his arms, feeling a little insomnia.

I just don't know when the owner of the pillow can rest in this bedroom at night.

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The next morning, Jing Rong got up early as usual, ready to go for a morning run.

As soon as he opened the door, he found that Qu Yu was getting ready to put on his shoes. The other party got up earlier than him today.

Jing Rong was a little surprised, but the other party also noticed his presence, and raised his head: "Brother, is he going out for a run?"

"Well," Jing Rong nodded, and continued to ask, "Why did you get up so early today?"

Before that, Qu Yu went out with him for morning jogs a few times, but then he became a little lazy and didn't want to get up early.

Qu Yu was a little hesitant. Seeing him walking towards the door to change his shoes, he couldn't help explaining, "I wanted to make a candlelight dinner for my brother, but..."

Qu Yu didn't continue after talking, but both of them knew it well.

Jing Rong tilted his head and coughed lightly, and stopped asking: "Are you together?"

"Okay, it's just been a long time since I went out for a morning run with my brother." Qu Yu responded with a smile.

They went out together.

It was still early in the early autumn, and when I left the unit gate, I met some old grandpas who were exercising.

The other party had a portable radio hanging on his waist, playing Beijing opera storytelling, or news about current affairs. Although his hair was gray, his body was very strong, and he ran vigorously.

Jing Rong took Qu Yu's body into consideration, and didn't really run, but just walked slowly, walking side by side with Qu Yu.

"I'm so envious of them," Qu Yu said suddenly, "You can live to old age, and you can still do something you like, take a walk occasionally, and live a peaceful and comfortable life."

Jing Rong paused and said, "We can do it too."

Qu Yu seemed to be taken aback for a moment, then laughed, reached out and clasped his fingers, shaking and shaking: "Yes, we can do it too."

"We can grow some flowers and plants, go out for a walk together in the morning, drink tea and read a book in the rocking chair in the afternoon, lie down and sleep for a while when we are sleepy, and watch TV together on the sofa at night."

Qu Yu's voice is gentle and clear, and with just a few simple words, he outlines an extremely quiet and free old age life.

Jing Rong was a little excited by the scene he described, but it didn't show on his face, he just nodded lightly: "There will be such a day."

It's just that he carefully recorded all the scenes that the other party was looking forward to in his heart.

"No matter how old I am, I always want to be with my brother." Qu Yu held his hand and rubbed his head against his neck.

Jing Rong couldn't help but reached out and rubbed his hair, the two looked at each other, and then bent their eyes together in a tacit understanding.

They bought breakfast at the shop they frequented most, and then strolled back to the rented house together.

Qu Yu went back to the bedroom to wash, Jing Rong put the buns on the plate, sat on the dining chair and waited for him to come out to eat.

He glanced at the message with his mobile phone, and happened to see the message Jingqian sent him last night.

[The student was punished as a demerit by the school, and the lawyer team sent a lawyer's letter as a warning. I will let people keep an eye on him. If there is such behavior again, I will not tolerate it again. ]

[His counselor said that someone will come to you to apologize today, remember not to forgive him too easily. ]

[By the way, what happened to Qu Yu, how did you get involved with this person? ]

Jing Rong's gaze fell on the last sentence, and he raised his eyebrows,

[What's up with him? ]

The other party probably hadn't gotten up yet, and he didn't receive a reply after waiting for a while, so he continued to read the news, and then turned off the phone.

It happened that Qu Yu came over, opened the dining chair and sat down, thinking of something, she smiled obediently at him: "Brother, wait for me."

After finishing speaking, she stood up again and turned back to the bedroom. She didn't know what to find when she went back. After a while, she turned back and found a pink-purple petal candle in her hand. It seemed to be the kind of candle that would always ring music that must be brought on a birthday cake.

Qu Yu carefully placed the petal candle on the dining table, took out the lighter and lit it, the candle burst into bloom, the petals separated and hung in the air, and melodious music sounded immediately.

"Yesterday I had a whim and planned to surprise my brother, but I couldn't buy a suitable candle, so I took out the candle that I bought as a gift for the cake. I heard that I could sing. I was still a little skeptical, but now I believe it." Qu Yu was a little displeased. Nice to explain.

Jing Rong pursed his lips: "This candle is also very good. It can sing and bloom. I like it very much."

Qu Yu was affirmed, and her smile deepened a bit, but she seemed a little shy, and touched the tip of her nose: "It's good that brother likes it."

The boy's shy look was so innocent and cute that Jing Rong almost forgot how the other party seduced him two days ago.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly asked casually, "Why don't you kiss me good morning this time?"

Qu Yu seemed a little surprised, but soon became a little embarrassed again, and let out a long "ah", very cute.

"So, brother, do you want to give me a good morning kiss?" He blinked and looked at Jing Rong innocently and shyly.

The author has something to say: Today’s joke, Gougou is very shy (bushi)

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Two more~

If there is no accident, there will be an update at 23:[-], not sure if it is a single update or a double update (the hard-working pigeon is proud and proud)

感谢在2022-02-2012：21：19～2022-02-2020：42：55期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmines: post it, 541052961;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Xiaoyan baby; 2 bottles of Tingran;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!