don't cry

During the seven-day National Day holiday, everyone had a great time.

So is Qu Yu.

He regained his status, he stayed with his boyfriend, all kinds of kisses and sticks, and the sticky love period was unbearable to look at.

The only fly in the ointment is that he met the wronged uncle again on the night of the last day of the holiday.

In the living room, Qu Yu is sitting obediently and honestly on the sofa on the left, and Jing Qian is lying on the sofa on the right, playing with his mobile phone, separated by a tea table in the middle, looking at each other from a distance, hiding murderous intentions.

"Eat some fruit." Jing Rong took a fruit plate and put it on the coffee table, talking to Qu Yu in a gentle tone.

Jingqian on the opposite side was not happy, and he was very angry: "Brother, there is someone who wants to eat fruit."

Jing Rong glanced at him, ignoring the temporarily possessed man.

Father Jing asked Qu Yu to come over at noon, thinking that the long-term pain is worse than the short-term pain, so he told Qu Yu about it in the afternoon, and they agreed to have dinner at home in the evening.

Within two hours of hanging up the phone, Qu Yu came to the door carrying a large bag.

Ridiculously fast.

Probably annoyed by Jing Rong's coming out of the closet, Xu Bing stayed in the bedroom after lunch, but Jing's father enjoyed his leisure and went out to fish for a while.

The three of them were walking around the house at the moment, and none of the servants came out.

Afraid of Qu Yu's restraint, Jing Rong brought the fruit plate and found some snacks after a while, and the coffee table was suddenly full.

Jingqian became more and more unbalanced psychologically.

He had an unpleasant fight with Qu Yu at the last banquet, and coupled with the other party's dark history, it was difficult to give this scumbag who had bullied his younger brother a good look.

Not to mention watching Jing Rong busy, the tone in his heart became more and more difficult to swallow.

"What's the matter, can't you pour water by yourself when you're thirsty? You don't have long arms or you have a broken leg. Do you have to go for a run?"

When Jing Rong was about to get up again to pour water for Qu Yu, Jing Qian couldn't help but get angry again.

Jing Rong gave him a dissatisfied look, but was stopped by Qu Yu.

"I'm fine, I'm not nervous, don't worry about it." Qu Yu whispered to him, smiling just right, not upset by what Jingqian said.

Jing Rong pursed his lips and didn't move.

Rather than saying that he was afraid of Quyu being nervous, it was better to say that he was nervous. He always felt unsteady when sitting, and wanted to move around and find something to divert his attention.

This was the first time he brought someone home, and it was still in the name of boyfriend.

Even Jing Qian didn't dare to do such a thing when he saw his parents. However, it's probably not that Jing Qian didn't want to, but that his half-race sister-in-law ran around and made breakups from time to time to hide. problem, not to mention the difficult operation of taking it home.

A little distracted and thinking about something else, Jing Rong's tense nerves relaxed a little.

Received the loving look from his younger brother, Jing Qian was at a loss.

"Can I go and see brother's bedroom?" Qu Yu continued to whisper to Jing Rong.

Jing Rong paused and nodded.

Sitting in the living room is not so comfortable, and it is still illuminated by the light bulb. It is better to go back to the bedroom to be more free.

The two went to the second floor side by side.

Looking at their quietly holding hands, Jing Qian frowned grimly, he couldn't play with his mobile phone anymore.

He clicked on the top dialog box, wanting to complain to his own wife, but as soon as he sent a sentence, he saw a bright red exclamation mark.

Well, he was blocked again.

The world is not tolerant of dogs.

Jing Qian is used to putting down his phone, thinking.

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Jing Rong's bedroom is very clean, and the most eye-catching thing is all kinds of bookcases and a variety of books.

He has been fond of reading since he was a child, and has dabbled in various fields. It is not an exaggeration to say that he has read a lot.

Qu Yu picked up a book that looked a bit old and flipped through it lightly.

Jing Rong saw it, and lifted the corner of his lips: "I bought this in elementary school. It seemed to be sold in limited quantities at the time. I was lucky to snatch it, and no other children had it."

It was a color-printed storybook with many illustrations in it.

When I first bought it, Jing Rong loved it very much. Before going to bed, I had to gently touch the cover of the book before closing my eyes to rest. After reading it over and over again, I could almost recite the story inside.

He thought that Qu Yu was also interested in this book, and was about to say Amway, but when he saw that the other party didn't know what he saw, his face froze.

Jing Rong swallowed what he wanted to say, and was a little puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Not only did Qu Yu have a strange expression on his face, but his fingers also trembled slightly.

He raised his head and looked at Jing Rong seriously, as if confirming something.

Jing Rong was even more confused, Qu Yu had never shown him such a weird look, like an indifferent and rigorous scanner, examining him from head to toe.

"When you were young, did you ever go to the Tongzilou community in the east of the city?" After a long while, Qu Yu opened his lips, and his tone was imperceptibly cautious.

Jing Rong frowned slightly, and recalled: "I have been there, my grandma's house is there, and I used to go there when I was a child, but the two old people passed away before I graduated from elementary school, and I never went there again."

"Then, have you ever met a little blind man and told him the story in this storybook?" Qu Yu suddenly reached out to hold his arm, staring at him and asked.

Jing Rong's brows furrowed even more. His memory of elementary school was too long, and he was a little uncertain when asked so abruptly.

It seems... there are, right?

Realizing that this answer was very important to Qu Yu, Jing Rong didn't say it casually, but asked, "Why are you asking this?"

Qu Yu never told him about his childhood. He knew that the other party probably had an unfortunate childhood, so he rarely mentioned related topics.

Seeing that the other party seemed to hesitate, he was curious but understanding, and gently hugged Qu Yu as a comfort.

"When I was young, I met a very good person, he was the only one who told me the story." After a while, Qu Yu said slowly.

Perhaps it was because her childhood memory was really not very good. Qu Yu spoke intermittently, sometimes without beginning or end. Jing Rong didn't interrupt him, and listened silently, probably understanding a little bit.

Some of Qu's father's despicable tempers were displayed when Qu Yu was a child. At that time, his company had just started, and he often encountered difficult things or various troubles. In short, his career luck did not seem to be so smooth.

After drinking outside, he would bully Quyu's mother after returning home, beating or scolding, but every time he sobered up, he would consciously admit his mistakes and repent, and even knelt down and begged Quyu's mother to forgive him a few times.

At that time, Quyu's mother was unilaterally severed by the family because she married him. She had nothing to rely on, and since she had Quyu again, she could only endure her husband's bad habits.

Once again, Qu's father was drunk and wanted to beat her. The young Qu Yu bravely stood up and took that blow for her.

The gurgling blood frightened Qu's father sober, and he rushed Qu Yu to the hospital. Qu Yu temporarily lost his eyesight.

During that time, Father Qu restrained himself a little, and hid outside when he was drunk, so as not to cause further consequences.

It was Qu Yu's rare period of peace. The money Qu's father left them was not much, which was barely enough for the two of them to live on. Although they were a little tight, they didn't have to endure violence and abuse.

Qu Yu's eyes were wrapped in gauze circle after circle, and he couldn't see.

Mother Qu was afraid that he would be sad and autistic, so she would take him out for a walk every day, so one afternoon, someone sat beside him and asked him if he wanted to listen to a story.

The other party is probably not very old, and he will make typos and stumble when telling stories.

Once a little boy who was telling a story asked him why his eyes were covered with white gauze, and he suddenly felt a kind of sadness and anger, as if the other party also despised him for being a blind man.

So, he unceremoniously asked for the other party's storybook, tearing up several pages as if venting his anger.

He heard the little boy's cry and panicked.

He escaped.

Later, when his eyes were healed, he wanted to apologize to the little boy, but he didn't know his name or where he lived.

He never saw the little boy who told him the story again.

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After Qu Yu finished speaking, she couldn't help showing guilt: "If only he could be found, I would like to give him a new storybook as compensation."

Hearing this, Jing Rong was thoughtful, took the storybook Qu Yu was reading just now, flipped through it quickly, and found a few pages that were incomplete.

He paused, sneered, and slapped the storybook into Qu Yu's arms: "Pay it."

He remembered that not long after he bought this storybook when he was a child, he and Xu Bing went back to his grandma's house for the summer vacation, and met a strange little boy.

The little boy was lonely and had no friends to play with him. Jing Rong thought he was so pitiful, so he told him stories enthusiastically.

He regarded the other party as a good friend, but one day the other party suddenly went crazy and tore up his book, which shocked him.

The other party was very ruthless, and some pieces were blown away by the wind before he could pick them up. He sobbed and took the shredded paper home. Xu Bing was still very angry and said that he wanted to argue with the little boy's parents.

He didn't let Xu Bing go, and stuck to it with special care. He slept with the storybook in his arms, and Xu Bing took him home the next day.

After all, it is not a good memory, and it is so long ago, Jing Rong has long forgotten it in a corner.

If Qu Yu hadn't said it carefully just now, he might not have remembered it.

Well, when is it time to repay the grievances? The grievances from childhood can still be brought up again.

Qu Yu froze for a moment, as if a little confused.

"Didn't you say you have to pay for a new one?" Jing Rong said indifferently, "Give it to me quickly."

Only then did Qu Yu come back to his senses, and looked at him earnestly: "So, that person is really my brother?"

Jing Rong was even more unhappy. When he was a child, he kindly told stories to the little blind man, but the other party tore up his books. When he grew up, he changed his identity and continued to bully him.

Too much, too much.

He raised his chin: "Don't interrupt, pay me back quickly."

Jing Rong was annoyed when he was suddenly hugged tightly by the other party.

Qu Yu's arms tightly wrapped around his waist, her chin rested on his shoulders, trembling slightly.

The annoyance in Jing Rong's heart dissipated a bit, leaving only a sense of helplessness.

"Come on, can you tell my brother a story for a lifetime?" Qu Yu's voice was low and muffled.

Jing Rong's ears warmed up, and he had the illusion that the other party was deliberately talking about love through this incident.

Before he could speak, Qu Yu rubbed his face again, and lightly pecked at his ear.

"Let's just force it." Jing Rong endured it, pretending to be calm.

The other party is like a big dog at the moment, hugging and rubbing against him, making him itchy.

He tilted his head awkwardly, trying to push the other party away: "Release, it's inappropriate."

Qu Yu was unwilling to let go.

Just as Jing Rong was about to say more, he heard a cold female voice: "It's really out of place."

Two people are a meal.

Qu Yu honestly let go of his hand, and Jing Rong subconsciously grabbed the collar of the sweater.

Turning around, Xu Bing stood at the door with no expression on his face, followed by Jing Qian who was gloating at his misfortune.

The author has something to say: Brother: Me and my wronged boyfriend [smile]

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Fanwai will write about how the puppy bullied the little brother when they were young :)