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Little Qianli: Murong Murong!Are you off today?

Xiaoqianli: You won’t go on a trip again, will you? !

Me: rest.

Xiaoqianli: Today is not Monday...

Xiaoqianli: Are you uncomfortable?

Me: Well, sort of.

Xiaoqianli: Are you sick?Is it serious?

Me: It's okay, just take a rest.

Xiaoqianli: Have you seen a doctor?Have you taken your medicine?Is there someone to take care of you? !

I:……

Little Qianli: Let me take care of you!

Me: Bye bye.

Then, without waiting for her reply, she threw the phone aside, anyway, she should be used to my habit of not replying to WeChat.

I am very annoyed to chat with others on WeChat, because most of the time words are not enough to express one ten thousandth of the feelings, and secondly because I am too lazy to type.In terms of voice, don't you think the sound is ugly?

So if it's an insignificant thing or person, I usually pretend that I didn't see WeChat.Qianli's words are because she talks too much, and I'm a little annoyed now.

I tried to hypnotize myself, but I couldn't fall asleep.I should find something to divert my attention, but I was too lazy to move, so I could only think about it over and over again, being distracted by the unexplainable discomfort, thinking naively, it would be better to have a little pain, a little more real pain, It's okay to bear the pain for a while, and it doesn't matter if the pain lasts a little longer.

Ah, annoying!

When I was annoyed to endure the time like this, I don't know how long it took before WeChat rang again.

I want to move.

After a while, it rang again.

I turned over and reached for the phone thrown on the other side of the bed, it was still Qianli.

Little Qianli: Murong, are you asleep?

Xiaoqianli: I'm asleep... If you wake up, I'll be at your door.

Uh...huh? !Isn't this guy outside the door now?Can't it?

I jumped out of bed, dragged my shoes out of the bedroom, and walked towards the door in disbelief.

Looking out from the cat's eye, the disfigured Xiaoqianli walked around outside the door with her mobile phone, wandering like a ghost.

I was a little dumbfounded and opened the door.

When she heard the sound, she turned around in surprise, saw me, and asked nervously, "Murong! Are you okay?"

I thought she was making a fuss, and didn't answer right away, but turned sideways to signal her to come in, and then closed the door weakly.

Seeing that I didn't speak, she seemed to be more nervous, looked at me carefully, and called again timidly, "Murong?" On the one hand, she was worried about my health, and on the other hand, she came to disturb me without permission, fearing that I would blame .

She was expressing concern, of course I knew it.In fact, I was rarely cared about like this. People came to visit me because I said "a little uncomfortable", but it was really just "a little" uncomfortable, and I felt that I had failed their wishes.

"I'm really fine, cough..." I realized that my voice was a little hoarse when I opened my mouth, there was no way, this was the first sentence I said today, "You don't need to come here on purpose."

While talking, he bent down to get her a pair of slippers, and then went into the kitchen on his own, thinking about pouring her a glass of water first.

I didn't expect her to change shoes so fast. I just got the cup and hadn't poured water when I heard her coming from behind and calling me, "Murong."

I had no choice but to turn around and look at her, raising my eyebrows to ask.

"What's wrong with you?" She asked, a little stubborn.

I sighed quietly, put down the cup in my hand, and leaned back against the cabinet, this position made me feel better.Looking at the frank and pure concern in her eyes, I always felt a little hard to say. After a moment of silence, I finally choked out two words, "Dysmenorrhea."

I don't know why I used this word in a serious manner. Sure enough, she laughed "puchi", and laughed in a naughty way of "I tried my best to hold back but I couldn't help it in the end".

Although I also thought it was funny, I held back, secretly rolled my eyes, turned around and continued to pour water.

She didn't stop me this time, but when I handed her the water glass, she took it, but put it on the stage casually, and stretched out a hand in front of me, "Touch your hand for me."

I raised my eyebrows, looked down at her hand, and looked up at her again, why?

"Hurry up~" she urged earnestly.

Because I was too serious, although I was very cautious, I still stretched out my hand.

She hooked her mouth and smiled triumphantly, then grabbed my hand, squeezed it lightly, and let it go quickly.

"Hands are a little cold, does it hurt? Does it happen every time?" she asked.

She asked so seriously, I wanted to laugh, but it was too natural, I couldn't laugh, so I had to look at her vigilantly with my lips pursed.

"Murong..." She seemed helpless.

Well, "It doesn't hurt, it's just—" I tried a few times, but I still couldn't say a word to describe this uncomfortable feeling, and finally I spread my hands impatiently and gave up, "It's just, uncomfortable."

She nodded with a look of complete understanding, with a hint of connivance?I think I can drive her away when she tells me to drink more hot water.

But she seemed to see my plan, rolled her eyes, and asked again: "Is there any ginger at home? I'll make some ginger syrup for you to drink!"

When I heard the word "ginger", I frowned almost reflexively, "No!" I hate ginger the most.

She looked like she was resisting the urge to hit me, and continued in a good voice, "What about brown sugar? Brown sugar is also fine."

"No." I said, "I will drink more hot water, don't worry, it will be fine in the afternoon, it happens every time, it's just uncomfortable for a while." I mean, you can go if there is nothing wrong up.

"So are you going to rest?"

"Hmm." It's quite interesting.

But then she said: "Can I stay? I can stay alone in the living room and read a book, and you don't need to worry about me. I'll leave when you feel better. Anyway, I planned to stay in the store..."

I found that every time she asks for your opinion with full expectation, she always opens her eyes slightly unconsciously, the eyes are shining brightly, and there is a little wet taste of fear of being rejected, just like, Stars in the night sky washed by heavy rain.

So she stayed, just stayed in the living room, sitting on the sofa to show her cuteness.

I leaned on my forehead and sighed, "Where's your book?" She came empty-handed, and the small square bag on her shoulder couldn't even fit her wallet.

"Hey, can you lend me a book by the way?" She sneered.

In the spirit of coming here, I will be safe, pointing to the study room separated by the floor-to-ceiling glass door, "You should go and stay there, you can take the food in the living room and refrigerator by yourself."

She stood up with a swipe, as if she had received a great favor, and ran past me happily into the study.I didn't want to see her proud face anymore, so I turned and went into the bedroom, and continued to roll on the bed.

However, seconds are like clockwork.No posture is comfortable, no movement is appropriate, and all thoughts are involuntarily used to fine-tune the uncomfortable feeling, and then the more uncomfortable it becomes.

I turned over and lay down on the quilt, and couldn't help venting my "ah—" twice, and then felt that these two sounds had exhausted all my strength, and I didn't even have the energy to turn over.

"Murong?" Jian Qianli's voice suddenly appeared outside the door accompanied by a hasty knock on the door, and I remembered, ah, someone is at home...

"Murong! What's the matter?" She didn't hear my answer, she seemed to be more anxious, I guess, if I don't speak, she will push the door in by herself.

"No--"

"Murong?" Hmm... She has already opened the door and walked in, looking at me nervously, and has already walked to my bedside, "What's wrong with you?"

I felt a little frustrated, buried my head in the quilt, and replied sullenly: "...it's nothing, just shout twice."

She actually laughed!

"You can go, remember to close the door, thank you!"

She didn't move, and was about to look up, when she suddenly said, "You can play the guitar?!" There was a hint of surprise in her voice.

But I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint her.I envied the kind of person who could sing while playing the guitar. I thought it was cool, so I tried to learn it for a while in college and bought an acoustic guitar.In the end, I found out that everyone has a hurdle that they can't get past, and it was soon abandoned, and I was reluctant to give it away, so I kept it all the time. After I moved here, I hung it on the wall of the bedroom. Occasionally, it was boring. I won't play it sometimes, but I will take care of it.

"It's just a decoration." I said, and I turned my face to see her disappointed expression, but I only saw her look away from the acoustic guitar on the wall, and found that I was looking at her, so I smiled narrowly and brought Feeling proud, he said, "I can play!"

I raised my eyebrows in disbelief.Because in my opinion, a girl like Qianli—with a sweet face, a cute personality, long hair, and a skirt—would like to learn a musical instrument, and it should be the piano, or the violin, and the guitar seems a bit out of place.

"Really! I'll play it for you, okay?" She tried to get the guitar on the wall, but I didn't stop her.Then she looked around my room for a week, walked to the knee-high window sill, sat down facing me, bowed her head and plucked the strings a few times, then looked up at me, and began to play and sing seriously.

I have to admit that I am ignorant. Not only can she play, but she can also play very well and sing very well.

I found that when she played the guitar, she was not the same as usual, a little light.That is, it is not cute or lively anymore, but the quiet appearance is quite attractive.Although I haven't heard any of the songs she sang, after all, our music hobbies should be a year behind...

...I actually fell asleep.

When I woke up, the uncomfortable feeling had passed. I opened my eyes and stared blankly for a while. I accidentally glanced at the wall where the guitar was originally hung. I was shocked and turned to look at the window sill. Fortunately, I was gone. It's gone, just the guitar lying there quietly... It feels like the day is going a little bit, trance.

I turned on my phone and checked the time. It was past five o'clock, and I had slept for more than three hours.That guy isn't still around, is he?

"woke up?"

As soon as I walked out of the room, I was startled by the people in the living room. I thought she was in the study.

"Why are you still here?"

She stood up, walked in front of me, and said with a smile: "I'll wait for you to get up and drink sugar water!"

no?Did she really boil ginger syrup? !Where did she get the ginger and sugar? "I'm fine now, no pain at all."

"Hehe, this thing is not for pain relief." After speaking, he went into the kitchen and brought out a bowl of dark syrup.I watched her move and took a look around my kitchen.

She noticed my gaze and asked in an aggrieved tone: "Can't you just enter the barista's kitchen?"

I glanced at her, and pointed to the rice cooker with the heat preservation light on with my chin, "What's there?"

She has already walked in front of me, "Porridge." Passed the bowl to me, "Drink this first, there is no ginger, it's just sugar water."

I took it suspiciously, put it under my nose and smelled it, and I didn't smell ginger, so I took a sip tentatively, um, it was quite delicious, so I finished it quickly.

She took the empty bowl from my hand and asked, as if taking credit, "Is it good?"

I thought about it carefully, "The entrance is very floral, like mango and jackfruit-like tropical fruit flavors, the taste is soft and sweet, and the aftertaste is long."

She laughed, "Hahaha, brown sugar coffee, this is it!"

I left her behind, walked over and opened the lid of the rice cooker, a burst of sweet fragrance came out, a few big red dates were inlaid between the sticky white porridge, and a few goji berries were scattered here and there, the color was bright red, making people salivate .Although I don't like red dates and goji berries, she should have put rock sugar, tsk tsk——

I turned around and looked at her from head to toe a few times, "I can't tell, she's so young, she's good at taking care of people~"

Unexpectedly, not only was she not shy at all, but she also slithered on the stick, licking her face and leaned closer, "So, do you want to consider accepting my pursuit? Like me, I am good-looking and have a good personality. I can cook porridge. It's okay." Singing to lull you to sleep—”

I stretched out my arm and grabbed her neck to break her brazenness, dragged her to the gate in this posture, opened the door, and threw her out.

"Coax" me to sleep?I feel like I've been molested.