you better leave me alone

On the night when he got the film, Lin Zewu packed his things and prepared to leave the hospital, but the doctor didn't come to stop him.

Wen Chen stayed for more than an hour at noon, and had work in the afternoon, so he left in a hurry, and didn't come at night, probably working overtime.

After everyone left, Lin Zewu took the payment slip and a stack of documents, and limped to go through the discharge procedures alone.

After paying the bill, he arrived home that evening.

When the bus arrived at the Shenxiangzi stop, there were not many people on board, and the driver opened his voice as usual and shouted——

"Get off at the terminal and hurry up!"

"The ones in the last row, wake up! Don't dawdle."

Lin Zewu pulled his hood tightly and got out of the car calmly.Due to the injury, Lin Zewu walked slowly for 10 minutes before reaching the bottom of his house.

Because of the heavy rain yesterday, there was a layer of shallow water on the floor of the corridor, and the light bulbs in the whole building have not been repaired yet, and it was too late, so step on one.

It is common to get a circle of water on the trouser legs.

Lin Zewu went upstairs in the dark, being careful not to step on the empty steps. If he fell down, he would have to lie in the hospital for two days owing another 3000 yuan.

"bump!"

"Draw the cards, draw the cards—"

"Dongfeng!"

The business of the mahjong parlor on the third floor is still the same as before, and there is still a lot of people behind the door in the middle of the night, which somewhat adds a bit of human flavor to this gloomy and dilapidated place.

"Boss! Let's pack cigarettes."

"Eight and nine dollars?"

"Eight dollars."

But disturb the people.

"squeak--"

Lin Zewu closed the door, blocking the noise outside the door.

When I got home, the house was dark.

Zhao Qian was sleeping on the bed in the bedroom. There were two small bowls on the table, which contained scrambled eggs with tomatoes and shredded potatoes. The landlord must have fed her.

Zhao Qian has been heartless since she went crazy, even if Lin Zewu didn't go home for more than ten days, she wouldn't care about it.

Don't care, don't care, what deserves her wholehearted love is the five-yuan crystal hairpin on the roadside, other than that, she only cares about Lin Zewu's study status.

As soon as he saw Lin Zewu's test paper, his eyes lit up. If he didn't pay attention, Zhao Qianneng tore it up and dumped it all in the toilet. The sewer was blocked last time, and finally a pile of waste paper came out.

If you don't let her tear it up, you can go crazy all day.

Others hope that their son will become a dragon, but she wished Lin Zewu was a single-celled creature who could only eat, drink, and mess.

This may be the special concern of heartless patients for suspected intellectuals-even though Zhao Qian was just in the first year of high school when he woke up.

Lin Zewu stood at the door for a while, and finally did not turn on the light. He supported the wall with one hand, and changed his slippers in an environment where he couldn't see his fingers.

After that, he went to the living room lightly, glanced at the mattress in the corner, and finally fell back on the sofa.

The couch is still a bit short for Lin Zewu's current height, but he can barely sleep on it.

"..." Lin Zewu let go of his tense spirit wearily.

He closed his eyes and slowly turned sideways despite the pain.

"……Snapped."

A slight movement is particularly noticeable in the dark silence.

Something thin and sharp slid across his fingertips.

Lin Zewu grabbed it subconsciously, but he didn't catch it. Just as he was about to stop caring about this insignificant thing, he suddenly remembered what it was.

——It should be a business card that fell.

Wen Chen gave it to him before he left at noon.

Wen Chen... didn't know that he had been discharged from the hospital.

Lin Zewu straightened up slowly, he turned on the small light bulb in front of the sofa, and the dim light filled a small area.

He went to the cabinet and squatted down, rummaged through the ground floor for a while, and found a black mobile phone with a calling card in it that he didn't use.

After charging it with a charging cable for a while, the dying old mobile phone turned on successfully.

It's just that the speed is slow visible to the naked eye.

Lin Zewu picked up the business card on the ground, typed and texted the number on it word by word.

Edit, send.

However, half an hour later, there was no reply.

The light of the mobile phone went out, and Lin Zewu lay back down again, feeling drowsy brewing.

He thought that Wen Chen had probably fallen asleep, or he didn't want to ignore him after seeing the text message.

In Lin Zewu's eyes, Wen Chen is truly benevolent and righteous.

Throughout the past 17 years, he has been surrounded by girls in red-light districts or hooligans, and downstairs is an illegal chess and card room.

One by one, the use of the brain is brought into full play on the road of fighting wits and courage with the people's police, racking their brains to embellish and beautify "pimping" and "blackmail" into "confidant conversation" and "getting along with close friends", and the moral bottom line is breaking through the lower limit Desperately dance on the edge of the disco.

However, when Lin Zewu met those people in ordinary times, he was probably raided and thrown on the side of the road to fend for himself. How could he owe 3000 yuan.

Accompanied by these lawbreakers, it was not easy for Lin Zewu to go all the way like the wind.

"Today's weather is cloudy to moderate rain, PM2.5 value is light pollution..."

The TV on the wall behind was broadcasting the weather forecast, and a few drops of rain fell outside in response to the occasion.

"Crack."

Opening the bathroom door, Wen Chen was buttoning his neckline, and there was still steaming steam in the room.

He just took a shower.

There are several unread messages on the phone interface overlaid on the desktop.

Not calling is shit and a waste of time.

Wen Chen ignored it, turned around and went into the kitchen, and waited for Wen Chen to sit at the table before picking it up to check. Two text messages caught his eyes, and his hands trembled in shock.

——I was discharged from the hospital and took all my things with me.

"Snapped!"

The whole wheat toast fell into the cup and was instantly softened by the black coffee.

Wen Chen subconsciously looked at the note, and saw a string of unfamiliar numbers.

It should be the high school student, right?

He fell asleep after returning home from overtime work last night, without caring about anything, and now counting the time for the text message to be delivered.

Lin Zewu was still staying up in the early morning!

Is this what patients are supposed to do? !

Wen Chen let go of the fork, hesitated for a moment and pressed the string of numbers. After a dozen beeps, the call was connected.

"……Hey?"

The person on the other end was obviously still asleep, and his voice was hoarse and soft.

Wen Chen looked at the watch.

— Eight past seven.

At this point, he had already run ten kilometers in the morning, and after reading the financial information, he was supposed to go to the company to accept the whipping of the society after breakfast.

Damn social animal.

Sleeping on the shorter sofa made Lin Zewu's waist ache and his back ached. He lay curled up on his side with his legs bent and didn't even look at whose phone it was.

He only heard a slightly familiar male voice ask him.

"You skipped class?"

Lin Zewu's heartbeat stopped for a beat, and he woke up.

The other end continued: "Are you awake?"

How cold and thin this sounded.

Lin Zewu raised his arms across his forehead and said with a headache, "I'm awake."

"Hmm." Wen Chen replied simply, "Why did you leave the hospital?"

"My injury is not serious, there is no need to stay any longer, it's the same at home."

"There is no doctor at home."

"some."

"?"

Lin Zewu told him: "There is a health center at the intersection of my house, and there are two retired doctors from the top three hospitals."

After a pause, he said, "It's regular."

The mobile phone was placed on the table, and Lin Zewu's voice came from the loudspeaker, as if he was behind him.

Wen Chen paused for a moment in front of the wardrobe, and finally took out a gray suit.

"You..." Wen Chen paused for a moment.

Lin Zewu held his breath and looked at the ceiling silently.

The sapphire cufflinks on Wen Chen's fingertips were calm and luxurious, and the words twirled on the tip of his tongue and finally swallowed them back.

"You remember to recite fifty words every day."

Lin Zewu held the phone: "Oh."