"Really?" Yu Jingdu asked him.

"No." Rong Zhuo didn't really want to lie to him, he hesitated for a while before saying, "I'll tell you about this, you have to keep it a secret for me."

"Okay." Yu Jingdu suddenly became interested.

"After you left, I don't know which annoying jing went to Guozixue to give advice, and insisted that I continue to study. I had no choice but to go back again." Rong Zhuo said.

Yu Jingdu, the "annoying spirit" who had gone to make comments, glanced at Rong Zhuo with a guilty conscience, with a very wonderful expression.

"After returning to Guozixue, I met another friend named Zhou Feng." Rong Zhuo said, "Do you remember that I attended Yongan Hou Shizi's poetry meeting before? Zhou Feng and I met at that time. "

Rong Zhuo was going to tell him where the handkerchief was, but he talked a lot about how he met Zhou Feng and how he became a friend, and finally turned the topic to Da Zhuang.

"Da Zhuang is Zhou Feng's servant. He is quite loyal." Rong Zhuo said.

"The name is not very pleasant." Yu Jingdu said.

"The name was given by his parents, and he didn't choose it himself." Rong Zhuo said.

Yu Jingdu silently wrote a note to Zhou Feng when he heard the words.

"I actually liked him very much at first, and I even regarded him as a friend. I didn't expect him to think so much about me." Rong Zhuo said, how he asked Zhou Feng for help, and how Da Zhuang helped him write policy theories The matter was told to Yu Jingdu again.

Yu Jingdu asked him about this just out of curiosity, and also wanted to tease the other party.

He thought that Xiao Wanqian would arrange a few words for him, but what surprised him was that Rong Zhuo had no reservations about him, and even told him what dishes he ate in Jiangyuezhai with "Dazhuang".

Xiao Wanqian was a bit long-winded when she told stories, but that kind of rambling about details carried a kind of subconscious closeness and trust, as if she was facing someone who didn't need defense, so she didn't need to think about it when she spoke. Say wherever.

This person was obviously still angry with him half a day ago, so he wished that he would not get along with each other, but after the anger subsided, he treated him without any grudges.

Yu Jingdu felt his heart pounding, and his gaze towards Rong Zhuo was a little warmer than before.

He used to think about whether he was something special in Rong Zhuo's heart.

Rong Zhuo gave him the answer today...

"I haven't told anyone about this." Rong Zhuo said to him seriously: "Anyway, you don't know Da Zhuang, so if I tell you, it's me who spit out bitterness. You have to keep it a secret for me."

The little dude looked a little depressed.

Apparently, being "remembered" by a man, he still hasn't quite accepted it.

"How did you judge that he was interested in you?" Yu Jingdu asked.

"I didn't know at first, but later he hid my handkerchief and gave me a new one." Rong Zhuo said, "And do you know what he used to put the handkerchief in? The best sandalwood box! Isn't this an obvious thing? A little servant who doesn't have much money, spends so much money just to give a handkerchief, saying that he has no other intentions, do you believe it?"

"I don't believe it." Yu Jingdu cooperated.

"Actually, there is one more point. Later, I recalled that he looked at me in a special way, like..." He said, looking at Yu Jingdu, and hurriedly said: "It's similar to your current eyes, every time we meet They're all staring at me like that."

Yu Jingdu was a little startled by him, so he quickly restrained his gaze and put on a look.

Fortunately, Rong Zhuo was immersed in storytelling at the moment, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with Yu Jingdu's eyes.

"You say a big man, who would stare at another man like that for no reason?" Rong Zhuo said again.

Yu Jingdu coughed softly, "Do you hate him very much?"

"I don't hate it." Rong Zhuo said, "I like him quite a bit, but he has that kind of mind for me, and I can't continue to be friends with him, otherwise it would be hurting him."

Yu Jingdu stared at him meaningfully for a while, feeling a little inexplicable in his heart.

"Do you really hate men that much?" Yu Jingdu asked him.

"It's not annoying, but how could I like Da Zhuang?" Rong Zhuo said as a matter of course: "You think, if I really like men, I might as well like you. You are at least better-looking than him."

Hearing this, Yu Jingdu's eyes unknowingly got a bit of a smile.

Rong Zhuo seemed to be a little tired after talking so much, and couldn't help yawning.

"I'm going to be tired if you're not tired. Go to sleep." Rong Zhuo helped him tuck the quilt, got up and walked to the low couch outside to lie down.

Yu Jingdu looked at the young man lying on the low couch from a distance, and his mind was full of the other party's sentence "I might as well like you".

He couldn't say why, but his mood suddenly became very good.

Even the stagnation in my heart slowly dissipated with this joy...

"Ah!"

Rong Zhuo on the low couch was probably a little cold.

The late autumn night in the suburbs of Beijing was very cold, and it was not enough for him to only have a thin blanket on him now.

"Come and sleep." Yu Jingdu said.

"No, you are sick, it will weigh on you."

"You will catch cold when you sleep there." Yu Jingdu said again.

"It's alright, it's almost dawn." Rong Zhuo sniffed.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a rustling, only to see that Yu Jingdu lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Before Rong Zhuo could react, he was picked up and placed on the bed.

"It saves you worry." Yu Jingdu then lifted the quilt and went in, lying down against the edge of the couch.

"You vomited blood today, yet you are still so strong?" Rong Zhuo asked with surprise.

"It's not my hands and feet that I hurt." Yu Jingdu turned to look at the person beside him. In the dim light, Xiao Wanqian seemed more obedient than usual. His eyes were as clear and bright as before. The slightest fortification.

"Sleep." Yu Jingdu stretched out his hand to hide his eyebrows, and the other party closed his eyes cooperatively and stopped talking.