It was still raining outside the window. It was drizzling and it had been raining all day.
Turn on a small lamp and project a semicircular light circle on the wall.
On the white sheets, a thin but strong body lay. He was wearing metallic copper-colored pajamas, leaning on the pillow, looking at something under the light with a crooked face.
a photo.
Photos with very old colors.
In the photo, a woman is smiling elegantly, and her bright, curved eyes seem to be able to ignite the hearts of others.
Qiu Yaru...
Can you know that I hate you?
When you face the so-called happiness with a waning smile, did you know that there is a six-year-old child hiding behind the curtain and biting his lips, trying not to shed sad tears?
you do not know!
Huh... Yun Yingze's eyelid muscles twitched. He closed his eyes tiredly, leaned on the bed, and breathed deeply.
Suddenly, a strong stomach pain made him tremble and take a breath of cold air. Yun Yingze put the old photos back in the drawer of the bedside table, then went to find cigarettes again and lit them, hoping to use nicotine to numb the pain.
Watching the rain hitting the windowpane, Yun Yingze was just like this, blowing out smoke rings and sitting alone on the bed, meditating.
As his thoughts flowed away, his handsome and handsome facial features were actually covered with a layer of heart-stirring sadness.
*****
Qiu Yu'er rushed back to her room, and after enduring it for a long time, she buried her face in the quilt and cried heartily.
After crying to exhaustion, she wiped the tears on her face, sniffed, and walked sadly to the shower room.
Turn on the warm water, let the water jet from the faucet hit your face and body, close your eyes, and completely immerse yourself in the shower.
My mind was in a state of confusion.
The sexual scenes she had just experienced kept rolling in her mind. She seemed to still be able to hear his passionate and sexy breathing, and she could hear her own wanton moans...
My face still felt hot.
Ashamed of myself!
How could you... make such an embarrassing sound under him? Qiu Yu'er, you are so embarrassing!
I was very angry with him for saying such unpleasant words to myself...but...it didn't seem that I hated him very much. Could it be that because we were a family, we wouldn't be really angry?
Anyway, tell yourself, never pay attention to him again, he lives or dies, that is his own business, let him go, it has nothing to do with her...
If you have a stomachache, just let it go... Well... why do you start to worry when you think about a stomachache?
You worthless Qiu Yu'er! Why do you like to worry about others so much!
With her curly hair wet and wrapped in a bath towel, Qiu Yu'er was sitting on the bed absentmindedly, pulling on the quilt. Qiu Yu'er was caught in a tangle.
He was bad to himself just now, but he put the responsibility on his own head, which is very bad.
But...does this have something to do with his stomach problem?
Does his stomach still hurt?
If it hurts, does he have any medicine?
"You're worthless! I hate you, Qiu Yu'er! You have to go to bed now!" Qiu Yu'er tugged her ears as a warning to herself, and then she lay down, covered her face with the quilt, and then looked like
Just to persuade myself, I said dullly, "He is a bad person! He is very bad to me, so let him die..."
After saying that, there was silence for two seconds, and then he said in a panic, "Bah, bah! What I just said doesn't count..." It's so unlucky to be dead or not. There are so many dangers around Yun Yingze, how could he do that?
Curse him...
At eight o'clock, Yun Yingze went downstairs with faint dark circles under his eyes.
He stayed up almost all night.
Uncle Yang smiled slightly and welcomed Master Jun, who was dressed in black, downstairs, and then said kindly, "Master, please have breakfast."
Yun Yingze frowned, "I'm not hungry, I don't want to eat."
My stomach is still feeling vaguely uncomfortable.
Uncle Yang, who had always been obedient, said stubbornly today, "I want something to eat."
Yun Yingze felt something was wrong, so he stopped and looked at Uncle Yang behind him, and then looked at the restaurant table.
"I'll just drink some juice and you can have your meal." Yun Yingze was quite rebellious and hated having others dominate him.
No one dares to oppose him, Yun Yingze, and no one dares to go against his will. Not even one bit.
But……
Uncle Yang felt like he was having a seizure today, so he pushed forward stubbornly, "No, Master, you can't drink juice."
"Huh?" Yun Yingze immediately said in a cold tone and glanced over.
Uncle Yang is acting lawless today... always working against himself.
Miao Liang hid aside and was sweating coldly.
Uncle Yang pointed to the dining table, "As the lady said before she left, you are not allowed to leave on an empty stomach, and you are not allowed to eat randomly, so I will let you drink a bowl of white soup she made."
"Who?" Uncle Yang just said...Miss? Qiu Yu'er?
"Miss, I personally made white soup for you." Uncle Yang repeated it again, and the smile on his face deepened.
Yun Yingze didn't even realize it, but he walked quickly towards the restaurant. In the fierce wind, a whirlwind rolled up to the dining table. He lowered his head and stared at the bowl of white soup. He felt mixed feelings in his heart, and felt a warm and choking feeling.
Emotions are reverberating.
***
As soon as Qiu Yu'er arrived at school, she heard two shocking news being spread among her classmates.
1. Qiu Yuer, a student from the Department of Journalism, won the first place in the school in the freshman exam!
Very awesome.
2. The school newspaper reporter issued the latest explosive news: music prince Ye Youran has moved in with Hai Manqing from the art department!
There are photos to prove it: reporters secretly photographed the curtains of Ye Youran's apartment, revealing a photo of Haimanqing wearing pajamas.