Brother-In-Law, You Have to Be Conscientious.

Baby My name is Xie Yanli. I am a sophomore in college. I have been solo since my mother's birth. I feel that falling in love is not as good as coding. But my roommate Jiang Yuan has been crazy recently - going to bed early and getting up early, not swearing, not ordering spicy food, and folding my quilt into tofu cubes. If something went wrong, there must be a monster. He begged me to go back to his hometown with him, saying that my uncle was not at home and I could live wherever I wanted. As soon as he entered the door, his uncle came down from the third floor. Jiang Huaiyuan is two years older than me. He doesn't look like his elders, he looks like he was torn from the cover of a magazine. He will remember that I love to eat sweet porridge, will replace the pillow with a new one when it hits me, and will silently cook a table of dishes after I casually said "tomato scrambled eggs are okay". He would drive downstairs to the dormitory late at night, just to make sure I was safe; he would arrange everyone in the airport parking lot, and then say: "I said I won't follow you, but I didn't say I wouldn't come myself." There was a shiny silver ring on his finger. I asked him why he kept wearing it. He said, "Wait for someone and put it on him." I thought he was joking until he blocked me at the door and asked in a low voice: "Then are you willing?" My mother's affairs, the Jiang family's debts, the grudges of the previous generation - he said that was all in the past. He said that he had been waiting for so many years just to meet a man named Xie Yanli. I want to hide, but I can't. Because the way he looked at me was more difficult to escape than the endless loop in the code.