I fell in love with the cool fishing roommate gl

The primary school term is coming to an end, and the next school year is about to start soon. Rong Ting is doing the finishing homework in the study room. It is still a bit funny to think about that day.

Ran Jiu was called squeamish by her, and he puffed up his face and was always reluctant, "You never said I was squeamish before! Hmph, sure enough, the two of us have lived together for a long time and there is no novelty, so we started to dislike me."

Rong Ting rubbed her waist: "I don't feel disgusted."

"There is!"

She finally compromised: "You can have it if you say so."

Ran Jiu's five fingers suddenly inserted/inserted between her fingers, and they were pressed together fiercely. Rong Ting felt a slight sharp pain, only to realize that this guy was quite vengeful.

Finally, after hugging and coaxing for a long time, she put an apple near her mouth, "Do you also need snack incentives?"

Ran Jiu was so angry that he went straight down, ignored her the next morning, and finally slipped out after lunch.

She likes the spicy dishes that Rong Ting brings from home very much, and Ran Jiu doesn't dislike the crude packaging. She mixes them directly with rice and can eat two bowls each time.

After eating, he carefully hid the bottle in the refrigerator, grandiosely occupying the right to use spicy dishes, and behaved like a child.

Thinking of these, Rong Ting's heart is always immersed in a honey vat, and he often laughs subconsciously.

She opened Weibo and saw Ran Jiu updated a status, it was her open hand.

The fingers are fair and slender, and the nails are pink and clean.

Copywriting: [The newly cut claws look good. 】

A comment below exploded.

[Mom, my wife's nude nails are also super pretty! 】

[I used to control my face, then I controlled my legs, and now I control my hands! 】

【Why is my wife so cute? She even took out her claws to share. 】

[Hehehe, violent words, it should be quite painful to hit someone with this hand. 】

She couldn't understand the last few words of the message, but she generally thought it was about boasting about wine, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Her performance was caught by the people around her, and she was ridiculed. Some said that the top student had found a partner, and some said that the top student was going to get a scholarship again. There were different opinions.

She also smiled happily, not taking it seriously.

Maybe because the school is about to start, there are more people in the study room. For convenience, she always sits at the back, occupying a wire plug and a one-inch square table, quietly studying there without making a sound.

If no one is paying attention, she can almost become one with the air.

She never went back to the dormitory. A safety education brochure was distributed in the class that time. The head teacher asked each dormitory head to take it back to study in her dormitory. Chen Saiyu sent her a WeChat message saying that she would give it to her.

The brochure was not important. She didn't want to reply at first, but Chen Saiyu sent her messages continuously, and couldn't delete people directly.

She later had no choice but to agree, saying that it would be fine to give it to her during class.

During class, she was afraid that Chen Saiyu would hold onto her, so she deliberately went in only 3 minutes before. Chen Saiyu really wanted to drag her to ask questions, but when the class bell rang in time, the other party's face was pale, and she was relieved.

She had almost previewed the knowledge of this class. The professor was boring and basically read PPT.She just did her own thing with peace of mind, and halfway through the computer, she received a message from Ran Jiu on WeChat, telling her to go home at noon.

Looking at the news that popped up, it was about 10 in the morning, and she had already left home for a long time at that time.

She was a little surprised, she was the one who called Ran Jiu home before, and Ran Jiu almost never took the initiative to call her.

What's more, if there is something important, Ran Jiu will usually tell her a few days in advance.

Looking at this news, many possibilities flashed through Rong Ting's mind, so he replied "Yes" first.

She first remembered that her rent was still two months away, so she wanted to discuss rent collection with her.

After the last class in the morning, she packed up her things early and even cleaned a bicycle to hurry up.

When she was almost at the gate of the community, she picked a car lock point to lock the car.

When I locked the car, I turned on my phone and saw Ran Jiu's previous message: [Are you back? 】

She moved a little faster, and was about to reach the gate of the community, but was caught by a car.

She would recognize the car even in the most isolated world, a champagne-coloured Maybach.

She often sees cars of this color in Chen Da's villa area.

Chen Baiyuan later secretly told her that there were several celebrities and Internet celebrities living in their community, and the Maybach was conveniently used as a nanny car, which is what they usually drive.

This car was really incompatible with the gray slab building, so the owner of the car was also very foresighted, and parked directly outside, as if he understood that this car would appear to be lowered when entering this community.

If it is said that others may feel the difference in fate, Rong Ting took a few glances at the car and didn't feel anything.

She has always been relatively indifferent to material things, and she just needs to eat and wear comfortably on weekdays, but she thinks this car is a bit awkward.

After entering the community, she parked her bicycle at the parking lot and walked back quickly.

From a distance, I saw a man holding a bouquet of flowers in his hands, as if he was talking to someone, while the other party was standing in the shadow of the corridor door, with a thin figure, arms crossed, and his face could not be seen clearly.

However, her attitude is obviously cold, which can be seen from the fact that she always keeps a proper distance from men.

The man took a step forward, and the other party took a step back, and finally the whole person was almost blocked by the man's figure.

But these two people were arguing at the door of the building she rented, Rong Ting was a little bit in trouble, he didn't know whether to go forward or wait.

The two seemed to be in a stalemate. The man wanted to hand out the flowers several times, but the girl folded her arms and refused to accept them at all.

Rong Ting never cared about other people's affairs, and was afraid that Ran Jiu would be anxious, so he planned to talk to her first.

Turning on the phone, she suddenly found that Ran Jiu had sent her another message, but she closed the dialog box too quickly just now, so she didn't see the last sentence:

[If you haven't come back yet, don't worry, come back later. 】

Why did she suddenly ask her to go back later? She felt that her intuition was wrong, and she was a little anxious instead.

She walked forward just like that, and when she saw the girl's face, her steps stopped suddenly.

The person there was obviously Ran Jiu.

And the man in front of her is also a little familiar, her memory is not bad, she searched all over her brain, and found that this man is Chen Baiyuan talking about that Ting every day, that time the man in the bright clothes on the screen walked down side by side with Ran Jiu The male cv who passed.

At this time, he was holding a bouquet of fancy flowers on one side, and on the other hand, he was holding several packaging bags from luxury stores, with high-end brand names that Rong Ting didn't recognize printed on them.

He is also dressed in an elite style, with wax on his face, with an indulgent and sweet smile on his face, and everything around him proves that he comes from an illusory and flashy world.

Ran Jiu stood opposite him, expressionless, and his voice was very low, he could hardly hear what she said, but his expression was obviously impatient.

Rong Ting's footsteps stopped, and many possibilities flashed through her mind.Her life is simple, stubborn, and even somewhat utopian.

And she didn't know whether what Ran Jiu yearned for was the same as hers.

Ran Jiu is too amazing and outstanding, even if her light is restrained on weekdays, it will not affect her temporarily dusty nature, diamonds will always shine, and the dazzling fire will always attract moths.

As she got closer and closer, the two of them didn't seem to see her and were still talking.

Ting sent the flowers in his hand again, "I don't have any other intentions to come this time, but the people in your studio gave me the address, so I came to see you."

Ran Jiu's voice was calm and polite: "Thank you, I will naturally show up in the studio during working hours. As for my private life, please don't disturb me."

Hitting a wall, Ting obviously had an embarrassing smile on his face, "That's fine."

"Take your things back, too."

The corners of Ting's mouth twitched in embarrassment, and his movements became stiff: "You keep it, I didn't tell anyone this time."

Ran Jiu's eyes were half-closed, and he was already very impatient: "Whether you tell others or not, it won't affect my decision."

He was finally discouraged, "Okay, see you later."

Ran Jiu stopped talking to him.

Seeing that this person was about to leave, Rong Ting heaved a sigh of relief for no reason, and was about to step forward when Ran Jiu caught him from the corner of his eye.

Ran Jiu's expression was a little complicated for a moment, surprised and flustered, and then he returned to full indifference, and shook his head slightly at her.

Rong Ting was stunned, Ran Jiu looked like he didn't want to greet her now.

As soon as she faltered, the man passed her by with a hostile face, as if he was very bored with this crowded place, and even touched her shoulder when passing her, without apologizing.

When his figure finally disappeared at the gate of the community, Rong Ting woke up like a dream, and found himself standing there for an indefinitely long time.

During this period, Ran Jiu never spoke a word to her.

"Are you back?" Ran Jiu called her suddenly, and said to her softly, "Then let's go up."

Rong Ting was still reminiscing about the scene just now, Ran Jiu's performance hurt her a bit, and she didn't understand the reason why she did so.

Is it because of the presence of that man?

Ran Jiu didn't seem to care about that man, but why did he pretend not to know her in front of outsiders.

"What's the matter with you?" Ran Jiu's eyes were a little concerned, and he reached out to grab her, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"No!" Rong Ting withdrew his hand instantly, dazed and a little bit aggrieved.

Ran Jiu paused, did not force her, but said softly, "Let's go home first."

After returning home, Rong Ting regained his composure, feeling wronged while harboring grudges.

The cat saw the two owners came back, Baba was waiting at the door, Ran Jiu just hooked her back with his feet, no one hugged it.

The cat wanted to wrap their legs around them. The two of them had a cold aura before, and neither of them paid any attention to it.

The cat let out a grievous cry, and ran away lazily.

Ran Jiu didn't seem to have any intention of explaining, and went straight to the sofa where there were two shopping bags, one transparent and the other opaque.

Ran Jiu handed her another transparent shopping bag: "I bought some ingredients, see if you can make something to eat."

Rong Ting took it and took a look inside. There were fresh shrimps, small yellow croakers, chopped ribs, and some vegetables.

A sense of powerlessness swept over her, while she was still struggling with what happened just now, Ran Jiu just lightly asked her to cook first.

She put down the bag, Ran Jiu also raised his face, and looked at her quietly, there was nothing in Wen Chun's amber eyes.

I'm a little angry!

Rong Ting thought badly, anyway, she has to eat at noon, so she should just do it.

When she carried a bunch of things to the kitchen, her eyes were even red and sore.

When I was cutting vegetables, I couldn't hold the knife steadily, and finally sighed, unable to restrain myself from thinking about what happened just now, thinking about it, but also disgusted whether I thought too much.

The door at the back suddenly opened, and Ran Jiu leaned in with half of his body, "Do you need help?"

"No—" In the middle of speaking, Rong Ting changed his mind and said softly: "The shrimp needs to open its back."

Ran Jiu walked to her side and saw the freshly washed freshwater shrimps in the basin, "Teach me how to open them?"

Rong Ting took a green prawn and a back opener, inserted it straight from the joint close to the head of the prawn shell, just picked out the prawn shell at the back in half, and then hooked out the black prawn line.

"That's it." Her movements were concise and quick, and she didn't deliberately slow down for her to understand. "If there is any unfinished shrimp thread, just pull off the tail, and the rest will be brought out."

"Oh." Ran Jiu obviously didn't know much, blinked his eyes ignorantly, but saw that she didn't want to say any more, so he obediently took the knife.

While Rong Ting was chopping vegetables, he noticed her side from the corner of his eye.

Ran Jiu is used to not sticking his fingers to Yangchun water, and his movements are a bit clumsy. When separating the back of the shrimp, he tends to poke too deeply. Often, the shrimp will be split in half before the shrimp line comes out.

It was only later that she grasped the strength a little bit, and was careful when picking the back of the shrimp, but it was easy to pick only half of the whole one, so she dared not use the knife again, but carefully tore it open with her hands.

The cold and sharp shrimp shells slid across her hands, making Rong Ting terrified every time he saw them.

It turned out that there was a reason for her worry. When Ran Jiu was handling another shrimp, he was careless when tearing it up, and his fingertips were directly scratched by the hard shell.

The blood line slowly overflowed, Ran Jiu only felt a slight tingling sensation in his fingertips, but he didn't know where the wound was.

The people next to her reacted faster than her, Rong Ting hurriedly grabbed her middle finger and put it under the cold water, waited for a few seconds to wipe off the surrounding water stains, and ran back to the living room.

Ran Jiu stood there blankly, with a dazed face, until he saw her holding a band-aid when she came back.

Like treating a precious work of art, she found the location of the wound, and there was no bleeding there, but she still wrapped the Band-Aid carefully to make sure there was no gap.

With a thought, Ran Jiu's other dry hand covered the top of her hair.

After touching, Rong Ting just raised his head and looked at her blankly.

Ran Jiu blinked innocently, "There is something on your head."

"What?" Rong Ting thought that cutting the vegetables got the vegetable crumbs up, but he touched the top of his hair, but found nothing.

Ran Jiu smiled again: "I have already taken it down."

Rong Ting went back and continued to cut his own vegetables. Seeing that Ran Jiu was about to touch the shrimp, he subconsciously grabbed her wrist: "Be careful of infection, don't get wet first."

Her tone was indifferent, but Ran Jiu was obedient, she retracted her hand, but did not leave the kitchen.

After cutting the vegetables, Rong Ting found that she was still leaning against the wall, with her amber eyes half closed, watching her cook.

She was a little uncomfortable, so she could only find a topic: "Don't you have to go to work today?"

"Well, take a break."

"So you went to the supermarket to buy something?"

"It happens to be free."

Each of them uttered a sentence, and each time they spoke concisely, Rong Ting had nothing to say, so he simply forced himself to focus on cooking.

Besides, these things are not easy to clean up. When handling the shrimp, a fishy smell fills the sense of smell. The shrimp is dead, but the mucus remains in the palm of the hand when washing. After washing a pot of shrimp, the hand smells like seafood. It takes several times.

She found out that Ran Jiu also bought a bag of pangasius, a bag of oysters, and small yellow croakers.

It's not the amount of food for two people at all, she held the bag suspiciously and asked her: "Do you want to make these for lunch?"

Ran Jiu nodded: "Do it."

Later, when Rong Ting was struggling to pry the oyster shell, he thought, let's do it, anyway, Ran Jiu can always finish it.

After all the preparations are done, she will cook shrimp as the first dish. They often eat fresh boiled shrimp, or open-back shrimp spread on vermicelli baby dish, poured with minced garlic, which is also a good dish.

But Ran Jiu and her tastes are still somewhat different, she turned to Ran Jiu and asked, "How do you want to make the shrimp?"

Ran Jiu raised his eyebrows, looking very surprised, "Can I choose how to eat?"

Rong Ting couldn't laugh or cry, "Of course."

"I want to eat braised prawns." Ran Jiu's tone was a bit pitiful, which made Rong Ting feel less angry for a while, "Okay, then do this."

She was worried that Ranjiu might not be used to the light taste, so she finally made the heavier ones, braised prawns in oil, fish slices topped with spicy peppers, fried small yellow croakers with salt and pepper, sweet and sour short ribs, and garlic oysters.

Ran Jiu stayed in the kitchen all the time, she didn't bring her mobile phone, and stared at her cooking almost without blinking.

Rong Ting is serious and immersed in everything he does, including cooking.

Her technique is flexible and light, and she can always serve the ingredients that are not easy to get. She can skillfully control the accuracy of each seasoning, weigh the pan, pour oil, heat frozen butter, mix various ingredients, marinate short ribs, cut Minced garlic, and finally put the final fish fillet into a large bowl, and pour the hot oil on it to make a mouth-watering sizzling sound.

She usually has two dishes at the same time, no more, no less, the beginning of one dish is also the end of the other.

Her eyes were calm and unruffled, obviously she was still a little bit unhappy just now, but she didn't bring it into the cooking at all.

Ran Jiu wondered if she was always so steady in doing things, she was fair and unbiased in everything, and would always reach the ultimate perfection, leaving the onlookers speechless and could only applaud.

Compared to Rong Ting, she was more like a decoration throughout the whole process, she only had time to take advantage of when serving dishes, and ran over to serve a few more dishes graciously.

Rong Ting just put the pots and dishes in the sink in the kitchen, reminiscing about what happened just now, he has no appetite.

Ran Jiu served the dishes and went to the living room, originally intending to go back and call her.However, the glutton came out first, so she secretly ate a fish fillet with chopsticks. The pangasius fish fillet was tender and fresh, but it was numbing and spicy because it was poured with chili oil. Ate several slices.

So when Rong Ting came out, he happened to see her stealing food.

Ran Kitten tasted several dishes with dexterous movements. He was just picking up an oyster, but when he heard her footsteps, he was vigilant like a keen animal, and quickly put it back on the plate.

Rong Ting was dumbfounded by this scene, he pulled out the chair and motioned for her casually: "Eat."

Ran Jiu didn't move, he looked at the dishes and then at her without blinking.

"What's wrong?" Seeing her fidgeting, Rong Ting was really confused.

Ran Jiu said, "Do you like the ingredients I bought?"

"I like it." Rong Ting replied subconsciously, but after waiting for a while, she suddenly looked at the dishes on the table, almost all of them were fresh food.

She knows the taste of Ranjiu, and although she doesn't dislike it, she still eats pure meat, but she vaguely remembers mentioning that people in her hometown like to eat fresh food.

So, still according to her taste?

She was at a loss, but she saw Ran Jiu suddenly bring another shopping bag, and Rong Ting's gaze gradually produced ripples and fluctuations with her movements.

I saw her happily taking out two bottles of fruit wine from the shopping bag, and an exquisite cake that was deliberately concealed for a long time.

Rong Ting was taken aback for a moment, "This is?"

Ran Jiu opened his eyes seriously, "You don't even remember that today is your birthday!"

Surprised by the current scene, Rong Ting's throat choked and he was speechless for a while.

Ran Jiu smiled slyly, "You passed the solar calendar last time, but today is the lunar calendar, so I will give you a make-up birthday."

Watching her unwrapping the cake, Rong Ting recalled how naive he was when he clumsily took the photo to test her.What's more, seeing that she didn't respond at that time, she felt disappointed. She didn't expect Ran Jiu to always surprise her.

Ran Jiu had already pinned his birthday hat, and raised his hands to signal her: "Rong Tingting, come quickly and put on your birthday hat."

She immediately felt guilty for her awkwardness just now, her eyes dodged around, staring at her feet, she dared not look at the person opposite.

Ran Jiu was still urging, but his voice became a little anxious: "Come here quickly, my hands are sore."

A pang of guilt flooded her cheeks, she timidly raised her head, then leaned towards Ran Jiu, then felt her hair being gently caressed, a feather-like hat was placed on her head, Pressed down slightly.

"Okay."

Ran Jiu looked at her with bright eyes, and held his chin: "I never celebrated my birthday before, and I never helped others. This is the first time I celebrate someone else's birthday."

She said seriously: "Tingting, happy birthday, you will be happy in the future."

Rong Ting squeezed the sourness in the corner of his eyes, and told himself that Ran Jiu celebrated her birthday, so she must restrain herself and never cry.

Ran Jiu didn't even know that she was extremely sour now, and sincerely made a self-criticism, "I'm sorry, because it's my first time helping someone celebrate their birthday, and I don't know how to cook, so I had to do it for you."

She smiled slyly, "Because I'd ruin the meal if I did."

"No." Rong Ting shook his head.

"Huh?" Ran Jiu seemed a little puzzled, "Don't believe me, I can poison a cow to death by cooking."

"I'll eat whatever you do." Rong Ting struggled to keep his voice steady and said sincerely, "It doesn't matter if you don't succeed."

Ran Jiu shyly said, "How can I do that? If you dare to eat it, I don't dare to make it for you."

The last two people looked at each other in unison and laughed.

Ran Jiu tilted his head and squinted his eyes, carelessly touched the lighter on the coffee table, pressed it down with his thin thumb, spewed out a bunch of flames, and lit the candle in the shape of "21" in the center of the cake.

The candlelight rose suddenly, and as the petals opened, the soft sound of music came out, which was the accompaniment of the birthday song.

Ran Jiu's eyes were half-bright and half-dark, his lips parted slightly, and he actually started humming a birthday song to her.

Her voice has not been modified in any way, but it is astringent and sweet, and it is hoarse and charming, like the sweetness of sour strawberries wrapped in cream that melts between her lips and teeth.

The song he sang was so natural that Rong Ting even felt that it was a waste of the song to play the rhythm now, they just faced each other like this, the flames of emptiness and reality floated between them, reflecting Ran Jiu's clear and quiet face .

After singing, Ran Jiu cleared his throat, elegantly and arrogantly: "You're making a fool of yourself."

Rong Ting's eyes were filled with a faint mist, "It's already very good, it should be recorded."

But if it is recorded, it will delay her listening to the song.

She later decided to just keep this song in her mind and play it out to listen to it from time to time.

Rong Ting closed his eyes in the emotional agitation, made a wish, and blew out the candles.

The unexpected point just now disappeared so quickly, and she suddenly realized that what could control her mood at any time was always just drinking, and it had nothing to do with others.

Her occasional neglect and indifference made her uncomfortable, but she was so kind to her, so good that she couldn't find fault, her heartstrings were messed up, leaving only sweet joy.

The scent of whipped cream drilled into her nose, and the soreness in the corners of her eyes was counteracted.

The cake was made by a new-style cake shop. The cake core inside was made by someone who didn't know how to do it. It was surprisingly tender and full of egg fragrance.There is a layer of chocolate poured on the outside, which has solidified into a crispy skin at this time, which is cold and delicious.

The two of them just cut half of the cake, no more, no less.

Ran Jiu was a little disappointed and said that she had no birthday experience, and almost messed up the meal.

Rong Ting listened silently, and suddenly looked at her seriously: "Maybe this time, I can share half of your birthday."

Ran Jiu put the chocolate sauce into his mouth, and nimbly licked the corners of his mouth with the tip of his tongue, like a befuddled and satiated fox: "Then thank you Tingting."

After eating, Rong Ting opened the tightly closed curtains at home, and a few beams of scorching sunlight came in, and dark clouds had already covered the direction here, visually predicting that it will rain in the afternoon.

She was a little disappointed. In the past, every birthday always meant that she was one year older, and the pressure on her was even greater. It seemed that she had embarked on a one-way street that could not be turned back.

The anticipation at home, the pressure to move to the next level, and the complexity of interpersonal relationships are all increasing day by day.

Fortunately, this time, she was able to hide in a corner, and someone could go with her.

Ran Jiu was washing pots in the kitchen, and the sound of dripping water was accompanied by the slight clinking of pots and pans.

Rong Ting also leaned against the door, watching her busy back in an apron, feeling very warm for no reason.

In the past few months, she has experienced sad things, and then she met Ran Jiu.

She is full of vigor, tranquility, and beauty, which reassures her and gives her some hope of living.

She is here, neither wants to leave, but also hopes to be favored forever.

Looking back on the past, right and wrong are not known to outsiders, but these long-overdue fates have always been the most precious gift of fate to her.

Boundless wind and moon are not worth her name.

She murmured something toward the window, but Ran Jiu couldn't hear clearly, "Tingting, what did you just say?"

"It is going to rain."

"Oh."

Rong Ting's voice sank again, looking at the dark cloud rolling sky outside,

"I said, I kind of want to go on like this with you forever."