Chosen unlucky guy

"Okay, let's not talk about this for now." Fortunately, He Jingle has no other advantages. He is best at lying flat. If he doesn't understand, he will never ask. He just continued, "Xin Sui, can I ask you something? ?”

"what?"

"It's just... you are volunteers, don't you always come to the door to send warmth regularly? When you go next time, can you talk to her in a more tactful way, and try not to mention any son or not, is it okay?"

After he finished speaking, he seemed to feel that this request was simply making trouble out of no reason. It seemed to be no different from Duo Xinsui cheating with him, but he had said everything, so he could only bite the bullet and finish: "I was there before. I've stayed here several times, but I haven't met anyone. If you hadn't told me today, I wouldn't have known she was the resident you were in charge of... Bringing up the old story would hurt her too much. If possible, I still want to try my best Keep her from the past."

Xin Sui didn't speak for a long time. After a long time, he asked, "Then what do you want me to say?"

"I've already made up my mind!" He Jingle was waiting for him to say this, "You just say that you are from the xx university next door, you are working part-study, engaged in the housekeeping industry, and have little experience, so the price is discounted, fifty cents an hour, plus extra money Give me two eggs."

Xin Sui: "..."

He laughed angrily: "What kind of living Bodhisattva do I have to be in this industry?"

"Hey, the details don't matter—"

"Besides, even if I promise you, Ju Tingping has met me many times when I came to the door before. She has a mental problem, and it's not that her IQ has decreased. How could she believe it?"

He Jingle was beaten back by what he said, and her head hung lower and lower: "She doesn't remember these things, nor what she ate today, or how many times she took the medicine. Xin Sui, I'm not joking with you. There seems to be something in her mind I don’t even remember, I only remember her eldest daughter and her lost youngest son.”

"..."

"I'm sorry, did I embarrass people too much?" He stared at his toes, "You volunteers must have tasks that must be completed, right? Then just pretend I didn't say anything."

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Xin Sui next to him who seemed to move, then sighed helplessly, stretched out his hand and scratched his chin like a puppy, forcing him to raise his head: "...I haven't said that I want to refuse yet." .”

He couldn't believe his ears, because the other party immediately said: "Just try it once, if something unexpected happens in the middle, or the result is not as good as you imagined, then stop immediately, so it's okay for the head office?"

"……Um!"

A big stone fell to the ground in his heart, and all the unhappiness that seemed to have happened today was also wiped away; He Jingle was humming even on the way back to school. He leisurely walked to the door of the dormitory, pushed the door open, and shouted: "Yan Yu, grandpa, I'm back!"

Yan Yu was already lying on the bed, and sometimes even Young Master He doubted whether the other party's body was the two dark gray blackout curtains, because he threw out these words for a long time before the former slowly lifted the curtains a little The hair is messed up, the voice is hoarse, and he looks a little out of bed: "I see, I don't like Sun."

"No, I mean, Grandpa, I'm back!"

"Oh, I know."

"No, it's Grandpa, I'm back!"

"..."

The two confronted each other on the bed and off the bed, He Jingle's face was wrinkled like Ke Wenyao's pickled Chinese cabbage, in the end Yan Yu didn't hold back, smiled slightly, and said, "Okay, I know you are happy, it seems that today is going well ?”

But as soon as he said this, the faces of the people below became even more tangled. He put the things in his hand on the table, Yan Yu's eyes were sharp, and he immediately saw a line of big characters on it: "Sixth...People's...Hospital ? Why did you go to the hospital again?"

"The use of the word 'you' makes me very sad." He Jingle complained, and then said very unwillingly, "Actually, it's nothing wrong, just, I just accidentally fell off the stage and suffered a little injury. !"

He spoke the second half of the sentence quickly and vaguely, trying not to let others hear clearly, but unexpectedly, Yan Yu's face changed drastically: "Did you fall? Where did you fall?"

"Nowhere!"

He Jingle had to raise his head and look at him to prove the authenticity of his words. This trick worked, and the other party's face was much more relaxed than before, but he was still taunting him in a strange way: "You go out If you don’t injure yourself and come back, you will feel uncomfortable, last time you fell in a bar, but this time it’s okay, I’m ashamed to throw it on the stage!”

"..."

The young master was deflated, his mouth was so pouted that he could hang oil bottles, and he retorted without confidence: "I don't do this very often..."

"What is regular? Is it normal for others to eat three bowls of rice a day and you fall three times a day? Young master, how old are you, let others worry about it. No one will remember when you fall stupidly. Do you only know how to regret after eating and drinking?"

These words seemed to pierce He Jingle's sensitive nerve, he immediately shouted: "Yan Yu, you must be sick, I provoked you, can you not speak so harshly!"

Yan Yu pursed his lips, his expression was very bad, and with a "crash", he closed the bed curtain heavily.

So He Jingle didn't see it as a matter of course, there was an exquisite pen case next to his pillow, black and gold, and the pen inside was the same, very suitable as a signature pen for various occasions.

This is what he saw when he passed by the commercial street when he was out for dinner today. At first, he thought that when the other party became popular in the future, it might be useful to sign autographs for fans. At that time, he could still tell others that this big Celebrity is my roommate, she looks a bit stupid, but she is very nice, she is a good friend.

... really sick.

Inside the bed curtain, he snorted softly, turned around and closed his eyes.

The two started a cold war, and no one paid any attention to the other. He Jingle went to wash up with a toothbrush, and deliberately slammed the bathroom door loudly. In the end, Yan Yu didn't pick on him, but the people downstairs were in the dormitory. Li roared: "The upstairs is crazy, why don't you slam the door if you don't sleep in the middle of the night!"

Another advantage of Young Master He is that the apology is quicker, and he is not right. He nodded and bowed in the group for a long time, and he didn't dare to act wild when he closed the door. However, he was still suffocating in his heart. Carefully pressed the wound, and immediately became even more angry, grinning and posting to Moments: [Hate people who are yin and yang! ]

Yu Ye seems to be surfing 24 hours a day, and he likes it in seconds: [Support!Who bullied our young master again? ]

He replied: [A fool, expressing his feelings. ]

There were several more comments at the bottom. He flipped through and found that most of the people were talking to him, and his anger suddenly subsided a lot. When he was feeling refreshed, he found that Xin Sui also commented on him:

[...Is it me? ]

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Xin Sui: (in self-reflection) I don’t have any eccentricities

[everybody, don't scold Yan Yu, he is just a poor boy who can't speak, he really wants to be friends with Xiao Le, and as the saying goes, beating is kissing, scolding is love, the difference between him and Xiang Kongshan is probably one who sings red faces and the other sings white face, but he is a good boy!call me (a brave mother comes forward