She asked me when I could call her now.

I need to practice.

——Zhang Lurang

The scene suddenly became quiet.

Zhang Lurang put the bowl back on the table and made a crisp sound.

He stood up and whispered: "I'm full."

Zhang's mother glanced at his bowl and frowned and said, "You haven't eaten a few bites yet."

The rice in the bowl was almost full, and I didn't eat a few bites at all.

The food on the table was still hot and steaming.

The warm yellow light shone down from the top of the head, but it didn't seem warm at all.

Zhang Lurang was about to walk upstairs.

Zhang Luli, who was standing beside him, rubbed his eyes with his hands and said in a pleasing manner: "Brother, you have a meal."

He paused and finally sat back.

On the dining table, Zhang's mother was still talking.

Her voice was very gentle.

It came into Zhang Lurang's ears, but it seemed like he had a thorn.

*******

After dinner, Zhang Lurang returned to his room.

He turned on the bright white lamp in front of his desk and made a "click".

Zhang Lurang sat down, picked up his cell phone and took a look.

The light of the desk lamp was too bright, making him unable to see the content on his phone clearly.

Zhang Lurang increased the brightness.

I instantly saw what Su Zai was sending him clearly.

——I thought about it, you can’t always come to me.

——Why would I go to your place to play during the winter vacation?

Zhang Lurang lowered his eyes and thought about how to answer.

But his fingers moved uncontrollably and called her.

After a sound, Su Zaizai picked it up.

"Give up."

"Um."

"Why did you call me?"

“…”

"Are you in a bad mood?"

"No."

She didn't ask anymore and started talking.

"Today Jiang Jia told me that people with duplicate names are usually very good-looking."

"Is that true?" Zhang Lurang laughed muffled.

Su Zaizai said seriously: "No wonder you called Zhang Rangrang."

Zhang Lurang: "..."

"But I think," Su Zai continued to flatter, "a mere name can't control your appearance at all."

Silence for a moment.

Zhang Lurang suddenly asked, "How do you know I'm in a bad mood?"

"Because I'm not by your side." She said shamelessly.

She originally thought that Zhang Lurang would deny it.

But what.

The next second, he murmured in confusion.

"You can guess it right no matter how you do it."

Su Zai calmed down on the other end.

Soon, a "beep" sound came from Zhang Lurang's ears.

At the same time, the door was knocked, knocking three times.

He subconsciously raised his eyes and whispered: "Come in."

Zhang Luli slowly unscrew the door handle and walked in.

He habitually walked to the bed behind Zhang Lurang and lay down in silence.

Zhang Luli turned his head and looked at Zhang Lurang's back.

The light hit his black hair, with a light halo.

At this angle, you can see him holding a mobile phone in his hand and typing on the screen seriously.

The room was quiet.

There is no sound when you tap the phone screen.

Without the sound of flipping through the book, the people on the bed were motionless, as if they were sleeping.

Neither of them spoke.

After a while, Zhang Lurang flipped through the English word book in front of him.

A sticky note clipped inside fell out.

Light blue, with a little wrinkled outside edge.

On the day he caught a cold, Su Zaizai put it on the medicine box.

——In general pampering.

Zhang Lu opened his lips and opened his mouth silently.

Word by word: "It's here."

He lost his mind.

Soon, when Zhang Lurang heard the movement of turning over from behind, he turned around.

At the same time, Zhang Luli put down his arm that was blocking his eyes.

Only then did Zhang Lurang realize that Zhang Luli was still staying in his room.

"Go back to your room." He said lightly.

Zhang Luli sat up, his head lowered and said nothing.

City B has started to cool down.

The cold wind blew in through the window that opened a small crack.

He was blowing, making Zhang Luli, who was wearing short-sleeved shorts, unable to help but tremble.

Noting his movements, Zhang Lu asked him to get up and close the window.

As soon as he walked to the window, Zhang Luli, who was behind him, suddenly spoke.

The tone of voice is low and hoarse, which is a tone of wanting to cry.

"Brother, shouldn't I skip the level?"

Zhang Lurang was stunned for a moment and turned around: "What?"

He will not repeat it anymore.

The next second, Zhang Lurang reacted.

I reached out to push the window and completely closed the only small slit.

The temperature in the room was no longer so cold that it made people tremble.

Warmth gradually came.

"Ali, it's not your business." He answered seriously.

Zhang Luli raised his head and bumped into his eyes.
To be continued...