Follow suit

Zhou Rong was carried home by everyone.

In the modern society, everything is convenient, but if there is a person with limited mobility, he feels that there are pits everywhere, the kind of people who are about to stumble, and some places don’t even have a slope.

Mother Wen opened the door to pick them up, and was stunned. Her first reaction was "what is my son going to do?" instead of "why my son's leg is injured", and it took a long time to recover.

After all the friends had left, Mother Wen was shocked, angry and distressed after hearing the ins and outs. She felt that the lawsuit could not be resolved, so she called Father Wen back.

It was not his fault, but his parents were so distressed that they didn't leave, so Zhou Rong was scolded by his loved ones.

In the evening, Wen Chaoan helped Zhou Rong take a shower. He was afraid that Zhou Rong's wound would be infected, so he washed it carefully, and it took him an hour to finish it all.

Lying on the bed, Zhou Rong complained to Wen Chaoan: "Look, I said I was going to be scolded. It's obviously not me who picks things up, it's weird...Brother, I'm wronged, I'm really miserable."

He started humming and whining, and Wen Chaoan would comfort him, and when the humming developed into a mantra, Wen Chaoan would pass it by as soon as he heard it.

Zhou Rong's injury did not show water or sweat, the two stayed at home for a few days, An Ansheng didn't go anywhere, when Zhou Rong was free to move around, they had already finished all school affairs, and they were waiting for military training a week later.

Speaking of military training, Zhou Rong suddenly remembered what Dongzi said in his voice last month when Wen Chaoan was still in his hometown, and he said to Wen Chaoan: "Brother, brother, I forgot that there is something I haven't told you yet. .”

Wen Chaoan sat in front of the table and turned a page without raising his head: "Say it."

Zhou Rong was paralyzed on the bed, with his injured leg lying on one side, his head hanging on the side of the bed, and said in a weak voice, "Brother, did you meet Lu Qiansong when you went to the hospital to pick me up that day?"

Wen Chaoan paused for a moment, then turned around: "I met you, what's the matter?"

After Liu Tianheng came that day, Lu Qiansong left, so Zhou Rong didn't see him, it should be Liu Tianheng who told him.

"It's nothing, you know he is in the same school as us." Zhou Rong hesitated, a little bit at a loss for words, he is not a person who loves to share gossip like Yu Dongzi, and suddenly felt that talking about other people behind his back seemed very "mouthful".Of course, he didn't think Dongzi was "mouthful" either, he just somehow felt that it was strange for him to say that, it seemed a bit abrupt, not at the right time, not at the right place, after all Wen Chaoan didn't ask him.

Wen Chaoan was stunned: "In junior high school? I know this."

"Oh, it's nothing, I just heard that he was in the same class as us." Of course Yu Dongzi said more than this, but Zhou Rong suddenly felt very boring and had no desire to continue, "We will be classmates by then, others Not bad, brother...you can make friends with him."

"Same class?" Wen Chaoan remembered that Lu Qiansong was a class higher than them, because Zhou Rong said he was the senior.

"Well, the specifics... I don't know the specifics. Anyway, there is such a thing. I suddenly remembered it and told you about it."

Wen Chaoan just nodded after hearing this. After reading the book for a while, his heart could no longer be as quiet as before, and he couldn't explain why. It felt like "don't care about the itch", which made him want to ask but couldn't ask.

Wen Chaoan sat at the table in a daze, and didn't come back to his senses until Zhou Rong couldn't stop calling him.

"Brother, let's go out for a walk tomorrow." Zhou Rong really couldn't wait, so he chose a place that Wen Chaoan likes after careful consideration, "Let's not go to hot places, and we have to wash for a long time when we come back from sweating, pick a place with air conditioning The place - the library, are you going?"

The library, of course.

The two hit it off.

The next day.

Wen Chaoan and Zhou Rong went to the city library.

Wen Chaoan had never been to the library before, and he was a little excited. He took a small backpack, which contained paper, pens, books, keys, even toilet paper and drinking water. He seemed to be going out for an outing.

Zhou Rong saw it interestingly, and said to him: "Brother, you are exaggerating too much, look at me—"

He rummaged through his pockets and spread his hands: "It's just the phone, it's gone."

"It's okay, just take it," Wen's mother saw their door, walked over to have a look, patted Wen Chaoan with her hand, and said, "What if it needs to be used? We are prepared."

Having said that, Mama Wen also wanted to serve them some snacks, saying that they would eat when they were hungry.

"Mom—" Zhou Rong wailed as if he couldn't take it anymore, "You are more exaggerated than my brother, let's go out, I brought money, really, I can't starve my brother."

Mother Wen thought about it too, and sent a few hundred yuan of red envelopes to the two of them on their mobile phones, asking them to go out and eat something good, and don't always buy Sanwu snacks.

Zhou Rong responded and took Wen Chaoan out.

The library is huge, even more grand than Wen Chaoan imagined, and the air-conditioning wind blows in as soon as you enter, and it's even cold enough to make your skin crawl.

They found a place with fewer people to sit, which happened to be far away from the hair dryer, so it was a bit warmer.

Wen Chaoan wanted to visit the library one by one. He set up a shelf from the bottom to read. Whether it was a book he was interested in or not, he had to scan it one by one. Otherwise, he always felt that something was missing and he couldn't read it safely.

Zhou Rong followed him for a few steps and didn't want to leave, so Wen Chaoan asked Wen Chaoan to look for him at the place where he just sat down.

It’s fine for Wen Chaoan to scan all the titles of the books, but he’s not just like that. Whenever he sees a book he’s interested in, he’ll take it down and flip it through. He stood for more than ten minutes, and when the ten minutes were over, he silently read the title of the book, wrote it down in his own notebook, and wrote the classification, making small notes, and earnestly provided food for himself.

It took a lot of time for him to do this, and he didn't read a single book in two hours. He was like a snail running long distance in front of the bookshelf, every step needed time to brew.

When Wen Chaoan finally finished screening a small section, Zhou Rong had already picked up the novel and read it, and finished two of them.

Zhou Rong sent him a message: "Brother, I'm hungry."

Wen Chaoan looked at the time, it was already six o'clock in the afternoon, he was very surprised, he didn't realize that the time passed so quickly.

He replied to Zhou Rong: "Rongrong, I'm sorry, I didn't see the time, I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be out soon."

Zhou Rong replied in seconds, generously: "It's okay, brother, don't worry, I'll wait for you."

Wen Chaoan read books and drank water for a day, and now he needs to go to the toilet to relieve himself.He walked to the bathroom according to the signs. There were not many people in it. After washing his hands after finishing his work, he was about to leave when he heard an inaudible sigh.

"..." Wen Chaoan was stunned for a moment, remembering the ghost stories his classmates told him at school, he looked around, there were obviously a few people in the toilet just now, but now there seemed to be no one except himself.

The wind from the exhaust vent blew whirringly, and a chill ran up Wen Chaoan's back, and he subconsciously hugged his arms.

Maybe it's an auditory hallucination...

Wen Chaoan patted his chest and walked towards the door, but there was another rustle behind him, and there was a light cough, and the voice muttered: "Damn it, it stinks to death..."

Wen Chaoan paused, and looked back, there was no one in the toilet, most of the side-by-side cubicles were open, but there was indeed one that was tightly closed.

Is there really someone?

Wen Chaoan hesitated for two seconds, then turned around and walked softly to the door of the cubicle, listening quietly.

After a while, there was a sound inside.

"Hey..." The people inside did not know how many times they sighed, and the voice was very protracted, "Brother, where have you been?"

It seemed to be a voice message, and Wen Chaoan heard a "swoosh".

"Please, you asked me to wait for 10 minutes half an hour ago, why is it still 10 minutes now?"

"Fuck, I can't feel my legs now."

"I just want to get out of the bathroom."

"Oh my god, what are you 'hahahahahahaha'? Come quickly, please? I, need, want, paper, speed, speed, got, begged, you."

"Please!"

"Hold……"

The man's voice was deliberately lowered, probably because he felt that his current state was not glorious and he didn't want to be heard, but even so, Wen Chaoan could hear a sense of familiarity, and when the man said a few more words, Wen Chaoan listened Who is it.

land!

浅！

Ode!

These three words exploded in his mind, and when he realized who these three words referred to, his heart began to thump.

Why is it him?Why is it him again?

An idea popped into Wen Chaoan's mind, what was said in the book was indeed true—where in life do we never meet again.

But... He opened his mouth in embarrassment, thinking, isn't this kind of encounter a little too, too, too wonderful?

Wen Chaoan gently raised his hand and knocked on the door: "That..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a muffled sound from inside. It was the sound of his arm lightly bumping against the partition wall, as if he was quite frightened by the sudden human voice.

The people inside did not speak.

Wen Chaoan swallowed his saliva, his mouth seemed a little dry, he lowered his voice, making it different from usual: "You, hello."

"..."

There was an eerie silence inside and outside the door.

After waiting for a few seconds, Wen Chaoan spoke again and said softly, "Hello, do you need paper?"

"..." No one answered.

This deadly silence lasted for nearly 2 minutes. Wen Chaoan heard a low voice talking outside the bathroom door. Someone should be coming in. He quickly took out a pack of napkins from his bag, and squatted down to the space under the door to deliver: "I have it, here it is. Yes, someone is coming, take it quickly."

Wen Chaoan felt his scalp tingling, as if he was doing something bad that he couldn't get on the stage.

The people inside didn't know whether they heard his nervousness, or they were a little anxious when someone came in. Wen Chaoan only felt a light in his hand, and the paper bag was taken away. He stood up as if he was relieved from a heavy burden.

Coincidentally, when someone came in, Wen Chaoan hurriedly pretended to be like he just came out, went to the sink to wash his hands, and then walked out.

Lu Qiansong stared at the paper bag in his hand, speechless.

For a moment, he didn't know whether he should go out of the toilet first, or complain about a series of unimaginable things that happened today. After thinking for a few seconds, he felt that it was too smelly, so he should clean it up first.

Ten minutes later, outside the library, he saw Shen Qinghu who had come all the way to deliver paper to him.

Shen Qinghu laughed at him and asked him how he got out.

Lu Qiansong said, "A kind person lent me some paper."

"Ha, good-hearted man?" Shen Qinghu snorted.

"He is indeed a kind man."

Lu Qiansong thought for a while and said, "I feel like I've heard it somewhere, and I also saw a blue one hanging on his schoolbag or something..."

Lu Qiansong suddenly stopped talking. He saw two people coming out of the library gate. One was a classmate of Gu Yuyue whom he had met several times, who seemed to be called Zhou Rong, and the other was...

Another boy was walking side by side with Zhou Rong. He was carrying a black one-shoulder sports bag. The light blue pendant was very conspicuous. It flickered with the boy's walking pace. I don't know what the two were talking about. There was a smear on his face. Slightly red, smiling shyly.

White sneakers, black bag, blue pendant, familiar voice——

Isn't this the little classmate I met in the hospital?

Lu Qiansong raised her eyebrows slightly, and gave a low laugh.

"What's wrong?" Shen Qinghu followed his gaze and saw nothing, "Why are you laughing all of a sudden?"

"It's nothing, I just suddenly discovered something interesting."

Lu Qiansong pulled the wristwatch that was stuck to his skin due to sweating, and said, "I won't be with you tomorrow, I have something to do."

He decided to come to the library tomorrow, he must know the name of that little classmate!