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Before evening, Rong Ting looked up recipes for cold patients.It was too easy to eat, so she boiled pork ribs and winter melon soup, reheated the scallion cake in the oven, and mixed a plate of garlic and cucumber.

Ran Jiu slept until six o'clock in the evening, and when the fever gradually subsided, his mind gradually woke up, and the hunger feeling in his stomach could no longer be ignored.

Suddenly smelling the fragrance, it was like rain after a long drought, before Rong Ting called her, she sat up unsteadily and walked to the living room.

Rong Ting had finished cooking, and just put the soup on the tea table, when he went back to get the scallion pancakes and cold dishes, he found that there was suddenly another person on the sofa.

Ran Jiu was wearing loose white half-sleeves and black tunic shorts. He was sitting upright, with his hands neatly placed on his knees, like a beautiful doll.

She still looks a little weak, her pale lips are slightly sick, but her eyes are fixed on the soup on the table.

Then, he licked his lips and swallowed.

Rong Ting couldn't laugh or cry, it reminded her of the little wild cat she saw at her grandmother's house in the village when she was a child.

The kitten has white fur and amber eyes. It looks very thin. Because it has been fed by them, it comes to beg for food every day. Every time she passes by with a rice bowl, the kitten’s eyes are wide open. Liuliu, amber cat eyes are shining.

...It is similar to what Ran Jiu looks like now.

Rong Ting probably knew that she was hungry, so he put down the cold dishes and cakes in his hands, filled her with a bowl of soup first, and handed her a spoon.

The bowl was soaked by Rong Ting in cold water, afraid of scalding her, so she asked her to put it on the table to drink.

Ran Jiu lowered his head, took a sip of the soup, and passed it to his mouth before taking two sips. Sure enough, he was burned, and his lips sucked in the air-conditioning aggrievedly.

Rong Ting hurriedly asked her to slow down a little bit, Ran Jiu saw that the soup was not finished, so he still didn't give up and took out the ribs from inside and gnawed.Rong Ting handed her a baked scallion pancake, "Let's eat it."

She held the pancake just under the ribs to prevent the juice from the ribs from dripping onto Ran Jiu's clothes.

Ran Jiu frowned the moment he saw the scallion cake, but he still took it, put it in his mouth and took a bite carefully, the softness of the fermented noodles mixed with the light and fragrant shallot flavor, it was comfortable to eat .

Her eyes lit up, and she took another big bite. If it wasn't for her hoarse voice, she would have cheered, "It's delicious! Where did you buy it?"

At some point, Rong Ting took a thin air-conditioning blanket and put it on her body, "Well, I bought it in the supermarket downstairs."

Ran Jiu was very skeptical: "Is there such a delicious scallion pancake in the supermarket? Why have I never seen it before?"

Rong Ting was refilling her soup with gentle eyes: "Of course there are, new ones came out recently, and there is an old lady selling them in the pastry section. It's very cheap, a pancake is only two yuan, it's delicious."

Ran Jiu never went to the pastry section, so naturally he had never seen one selling scallion pancakes.

She didn't like scallion pancakes very much in the past. In the past, her mother's scallion pancakes were greasy and hard. The scallions inside were not burnt, and there was a choking smell of raw scallions, which spoiled her appetite early on.

I have never eaten such a soft and thick scallion pancake.

Of course, she has not been to the supermarket a few times.

Listening to Rong Ting talking softly about her experience of going to the supermarket to buy things and what she learned in class, Ran wine and soup gradually slowed down, and she even indulged in such warm moments.

After her mother remarried her stepfather, she moved in with her, who also had two children.Mother ignored her most of the time, only saying that she should be the oldest and should be sensible.

So her bedroom is the smallest, with only the smallest size bed and desk, and can barely fit a small amount of things.

Whenever she was eating, she didn't want to go out to adapt to their happy and harmonious atmosphere, so she simply served a small portion of food, locked herself in the room, and forced herself to learn to be quiet and obedient.

Later, she insisted on moving out. In order to let her finish high school, her mother rented a house for her with a disheartened face, and left a lot of money for her to learn to take care of herself.

The days of living alone became more relaxed. She lived with her books and magazines, and occasionally recorded the songs she sang. If the weather was good, she would go back to the nearby park for a stroll, and finally sit on a bench, smoke a cigarette, and watch for a while Book.

If the weather is bad, she would go into her bedroom and silently watch the rainy day outside.

No one cooks for her, and she is too lazy to learn. She only drinks a little beer, or eats some fast food products bought from the supermarket, and sleeps until she can't stand it anymore.

She was afraid of dreaming, afraid that dreaming of her stepfather's greedy and drowning face would make her sick.

......

Watching Ran Jiu drink three bowls of soup, Rong Ting served her more and more rare ones, until there were almost no pieces of meat left.

Ran was dissatisfied with the wine, knocked on the rim of the bowl, his proud pupils spoke of his need, "I want meat."

Rong Ting couldn't help but put another soup for her, "If you eat too much meat, you'd better eat more winter melon."

Ran Jiu seemed reluctant, but he still compromised, took another piece of cake from the plate, and sipped the soup.

This reminds Rong Ting of a kitten eating.She just laughed.

Hearing the voice, Ran Jiu raised his head and said dissatisfiedly, "What are you laughing at?"

Of course Rong Ting would not tell her what she was thinking, "It's nothing, just the way you bargained just now reminded me of something."

Ran Jiu became interested, "What's the matter?"

"I met a couple in the supermarket just now. The girl and the boy almost got into a fight because of the different taste of Wangzai's milk."

Ran Jiu puffed and covered his mouth: "...you can laugh out loud at this, how low is your smile."

However, her mouth was stiff, and in the end she asked Rong Ting as if asking for gossip, "Then... who won?"

Rong Ting shook his head, "I didn't pay attention, but the quarrel has become like that, I guess it's almost time to break up when I go back."

Ran Jiu: "..."

After the meal, Ran Jiu wiped her mouth with a paper towel, rushed to wash the pot, Rong Tingla couldn't even come back, only hearing the messy sound of pots and pans colliding and splashing water in the kitchen, she was helpless Laugh out.

When Ran Jiu finished washing the pot and came out, Rong Ting was waiting at the door, and handed her the warm water and medicine in his hand.

Ran Jiu took it and drank it, then said, "Doing door-to-door service, are you so considerate?"

Rong Ting: "Standing to digest faster."

"And I'm afraid you won't drink."

Ran Jiu was stunned for a while, recalling what happened just now, and murmured for the first time: "I won't quarrel with you just because Wangzai's milk tastes different from yours."

Rong Ting: "I know."

"Other things too."

Rong Ting nodded.

Ran Jiu took a deep breath, "So, please take good care of me during this time."

The silky white T-shirt fit her body very well. Due to sweating, a few mischievous strands of green hair stuck to her forehead, and her palm-sized face was only covered with a thin layer of flesh, which made me feel pitiful.

Rong Ting is no exception, not to mention she has already been smashed by her words.

Her lips fluttered, and she unconsciously expressed her true thoughts: "Well, I really want to raise one."

Ran Jiu had asked Xiao Zhi for leave since he fell ill, and it took several days for his voice to recover, so he didn't take on any new tasks during this period, and he didn't even participate in the mid-week live broadcast.

Xiao Zhi told her that day that she wanted to bring people from the studio to see her, but when he heard Wei Feng's howling ghosts and howling wolves, Ran Jiu resolutely refused.

"Why, Jiu, you are not a treasure in the golden house." Wei Feng complained, "Since you didn't come, our workload has doubled! Come back soon, we really can't bear it!"

It is not an exaggeration for Wei Feng to say that Ran Jiu's income alone can support the basic expenses of the studio.

Ran Jiu: "I share the rent with my roommate."

Wei Feng still refused to give up, "Just talk to my sister, we'll take a look at you and treat my sister to dinner then."

"No." Ran Jiu categorically refused.

Two days later, her voice gradually recovered. Fans on Weibo urged her to start the live broadcast quickly. Xiaozhi also hesitated and said that she should arrange a shorter time for her first, but there is no partner, maybe She needs to arrange more programs by herself.

Ran Jiu thought about it and agreed.

After hanging up the voice call, she looked in the mirror, her face still not recovered.For convenience, she twisted her hair on one side of her shoulders, not only greasy but also slightly knotted.

She hasn't showered for a long time, and sometimes she despises herself. She doesn't know how her roommate endured it, but she is willing to take care of her patiently and cook for her.

This roommate is really simple and nice.

Exhaling foul breath, Ran Jiu decided to cut his nails first, and it was time to tidy up and return to social life.

Rong Ting came home late that day, and Ran Jiu didn't eat much at night, so she bought yogurt and a box of jackfruit.

When she came home, she found something strange.

The door of Ran Jiu's room was closed again, but the bathroom was open.Although there was no one inside, the two warm lights were on. When she passed by, there was steaming heat, and she could smell the cold fragrance left after bathing.

Rong Ting didn't think too much about it, and roughly guessed that Ran Jiu forgot to turn off the light after taking a shower, so she went in to get a makeup remover cotton to remove makeup, and finally wiped off the remaining facial cleanser foam with a face towel.

She raised her face. In the mirror, her black eyes were wet, her eyelashes were bent down by the drops of water, and the corners of her eyes were slightly tired, but at any rate, they were no longer as depressed and boring as before.

Rong Ting drew an arc at the corner of his mouth with both hands, and a smiling face appeared in the mirror.

She skimmed a few more handfuls of cold water, and the astringency of the water scraped her face, allowing her to wake up for a moment in this fragrance.

After going out, Ran Jiu's bedroom was still quiet, Rong Ting put the bought yogurt and jackfruit on the table in the living room, thinking that Ran Jiu should have his own business to do, so he didn't bother her.

The weather in the past two days is not very good. Occasionally, it will rain lightly for a short time, but it makes the sky gloomy and gloomy, and occasionally I feel depressed.

No wonder she told her literature and art tutor that she wanted to go to Germany when she entered school, but the tutor advised her not to go, because the sun can't be seen there for a long time, and people's emotions have a lot to do with the weather, so they can easily get depressed.

Rong Ting thought it was an exaggeration at the time, and she even thought that such weather might not necessarily be a bad thing for her kind of social fear, but now it is really a bit depressing.

There was no movement next door, Rong Ting walked to the window.The window occupies half of the wall, but there is a small step next to it to go up.

The outer layer of the window is a locked shrinking iron door, and beyond the iron door, you can see the barren balcony, where a few flower pots left by the landlord are lying here and there, there is no soil residue inside, and there is also a red felt to prevent the floor drain , the rest is an old swing that sways slightly in the wind.

The balcony spanned her and Ran Jiu's bedroom.They share this space together.

Ran Jiu said before that when she first lived here alone, a set of alarms was installed outside, so it is ok to let her open the window for ventilation, and don't touch the iron door casually.

Rong Ting asked a silly question. She said they lived on the top floor, and the police station was around the corner downstairs, so why were they worried about theft.

Ran Jiu raised his eyebrows at the time, glanced at her casually but meaningfully, and said, "I'm not afraid of thieves stealing, but I'm afraid of thieves thinking about it."

Although it is very simple, Rong Ting always feels that it means something.

I hope she thinks too much.

Rong Ting held his chin and sighed, then opened the notebook and summed up the ancient Chinese qieyin that the teacher had taught in the afternoon. The 32 initials of the ancient Chinese sounds jumped in her mind, screaming, and the pen twirled in Rong Ting's hand. It slapped on the desk.

The originally cowardly little gray rabbit suddenly possessed the courage of a Spartan warrior. Rong Ting suddenly pushed away from the chair, walked over and opened the window, a gust of wind mixed with rainwater rushed towards her, and her fingertips were just about to touch it. To that security window.

"Tingting?"

Rong Ting's hand retracted instantly as if being licked by a snake letter.

She looked towards the door in a panic, afraid that there was something wrong with herself.

It's true, she just seemed to have been emptied of her thoughts, and she was dazed.Why are you touching that door?

Ran Jiu's body was reflected in the light at the door. She was only wearing a black sling, the fabric was so thin that it was only wrapped below the bust line, and she was hung by two thin black straps on her shoulders.A large piece of porcelain white is exposed at the waist, and the red mole the size of a grain of rice is like cinnabar, floating on the porcelain white skin... She is also only wearing black hip shorts underneath, and the curves of her hips and legs can be seen at a glance .

Ran Jiu's hair was wrapped in a large towel, his face was flushed with steam, and he was rubbing the water stains with his hands alternately.

Rong Ting's jaw was tense, and the corners of his lips seemed to be in distress, without a trace of curvature, "Huh? What, what?"

She felt that she was no longer in the range of normal emotions, and she even hoped that Ran Jiu would simply greet her.

Also, why are you wearing so little!

But Ran Jiu glanced at the window curiously, and since his voice hadn't fully recovered, he felt a little annoyed: "Didn't you be told not to touch the anti-theft window, there is an alarm on it."

Rong Ting took a deep breath: "I... I forgot."

"You little idiot." Ran Jiu came in after rubbing her hair. She had slender legs, and she slapped her flip-flops in a lazy rhythm.

When she passed beside Rong Ting, Rong Ting could smell the fresh water vapor and the familiar aroma of shower gel.

Then this fragrance suddenly filled her nostrils and magnified infinitely.Rong Ting's breath stagnates.

Ran Jiu seemed to check around her window, to make sure there was no problem, and suddenly turned back towards her, and handed her the things in his hand: "Do you still have a power outlet here? The machine can't be freed."

What she held in her hand was a white low-power hair dryer and the plug connected to the power cord.

Rong Ting woke up like a dream, took the plug in her hand, plugged it into his own power socket, and handed the hair dryer back to her.

Ran Jiu didn't move, the end of his eyes curved playfully, "My hair can't be dried every time, can you blow it for me?"

Rong Ting's heart skipped a beat, and he was about to pull the chair next to the desk over, but saw her sitting on her bed naturally.

The weight of the black shorts pushed the mattress down a little, and Ran Jiu looked up at her with his arms propped up.

From this angle, you can see the deep and delicate collarbone... and the faintly shaking gully.

The air was as quiet as electricity, Rong Ting met her eyes at this moment, but quickly missed it.Holding the hair dryer, she said, "Turn around a little bit."

Ran Jiu's hair is actually very soft, but because it has been bleached and dyed, and the ends of the hair have been treated in layers, the appearance looks very cool, a cool girl.

The hair is very docile in Rong Ting's hands, and the hair dryer is also low power, it takes a long time to blow from the root to the tip of the hair repeatedly.

Ran Jiu lowered his head in cooperation with her, exposing the spinous process on the back of the neck. The curve is slender and fragile, and it seems that it can be bent with a little pressure.

Rong Ting finished blowing a few strands of hair in silence, and deliberately put them down to cover them.

Blowing the hair dryer on one place for a long time tends to burn her scalp, Rong Ting sometimes asked her if it hurt, Ran Jiu shook her head, didn't play with her mobile phone and didn't talk, she was as cute as a doll.

After drying her hair, Rong Ting blows Liuhai on her.She squinted her eyes enjoying An Ran, her eyebrows were slender, the tip of her tail was as thin as a silver needle, her nose was straight but narrow, her upper lip was thin but her lower lip was full, her face was exquisite and delicate.

After drying his hair, Rong Ting turned it to the off position and unplugged it.Ran Jiu heard the movement and opened his eyes, "It's over, why didn't you tell me?"

Rong Ting avoided her sight, and his voice was even a little cold: "Next time, don't wear so little, or you may catch a cold again."

"Ah, but I just took a shower, it's really hot." Ran Jiu propped up his arms, and still sat lazily, but leaned towards her.

Her eyes were innocent, as if she was saying that she had done nothing wrong.

Ran Jiu didn't seem to understand Rong Ting's reaction, "I'm afraid that my hair will get wet, this one is just right for me, and it doesn't matter if it gets wet." To prove something, she even pulled the strap, "Besides, this isn't too thin. I have a blouse on the outside, I will wear it when I broadcast it later, and I will put it on when the time comes."

Rong Ting listened to her serious explanation, closed his eyes and blamed himself for overcompensation, he would think twice and twice before he said anything in the future.She sighed, "The temperature in the room is very low now, and it's easy to get a stomachache if you wear so little."

But Ran Jiu laughed so hard that two dimples appeared, "I'm not that fragile, my belly is very thick, and I have abdominal muscles, have you seen it?"

The song of God in Rong Ting's head was about to sound, and she begged Ran Jiu to leave quickly.

That person didn't agree, she stood up, took Rong Ting's hand to press on her stomach, "Really, if you don't believe me, touch it."

Ran Jiu's hands are very strong, as can be seen from the fact that she was able to lift Rong Ting up from the playground with one hand.So Rong Ting didn't react for a while, and stuck his fingertips to the warm skin.

There is no fat on the skin, it is a girl's flexible texture, smooth and delicate, there seems to be lines slipping through her hands underneath.

Her palm just covered the red mole, there was no raised feeling, and she couldn't even feel where the rice grain-sized dot was.

She stood up awkwardly, and broke away from the opponent a little helplessly, with even greater strength.

Then Ran Jiu was stunned to see Rong Ting withdrew his hand and pushed back the messy chair with his back to her, seeming very impatient.

Ran Jiu knew that this person's eyes were always gentle and watery, occasionally showing helplessness towards her, which made her unable to tell whether it was pure friendliness or pampering, but it was just luring her to learn to rely on her gradually.

This time Rong Ting's attitude was even a little indifferent.

Ran stood up after drinking, "Sorry, there is no water on my pants, so I won't sit on your bed wet."

Rong Ting's heart was numb, melancholy, sour, bitter, all kinds of mixed emotions made it difficult for her to express, and finally she was weak and forced out a "hmm".

Ran Jiu is usually lazy and dull, but when things really happen, he is more tolerant and transparent than ordinary people.She didn't explain anything and went back to her room.

It took a long time to hear the door on the opposite side close gently.

Rong Ting covered his face and rolled on the bed, he wanted to scream for a long time in his heart!

After venting, she was sweating all over, she went to the bathroom to wash up again, the original smell inside hadn't dissipated, even the place where Ran Jiu stayed was still warm.

She spent a long time inside, and when she came out, she saw that the door of the next room was still closed.

She suddenly remembered that Ran Jiu hadn't recovered from her cold, and wanted her to put on clothes, and the temperature of the air conditioner should not be too low, but she stopped when she was a few meters away from the door.

While lying in bed, she should have reviewed what she had done that day and made plans for the next day.

Since entering university, in order to prevent herself from being too lazy and depraved, she insisted on this habit abruptly.

At this time, rationality is blocked by sensibility, and the brain is wrapped up in inexplicable thoughts, unable to function normally.

Rong Ting turned on the desk lamp, took out the memo that hadn't been used for a long time, and wrote on it: don't vent your anger, keep calm.

Later, he hesitated and added a sentence: If necessary, stop the loss in time.

Don't hurt her.

Back on the bed, I realized that this person was separated from me by a wall, and my whole body was still filled with a faint sense of dryness.

The red mole seemed to grow on her heart, she rolled around a few times unbearably, and finally fell asleep somehow.