you better leave me alone

—Brother, are you renting a room?

The four big characters hit Wen Chen's sober and rational brain, breaking a crack in his compact elite style.

Wen Chen clenched the pen, hesitated for a moment, and the screen gradually dimmed.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the other party sent another message.

Lin Zewu: "I saw the circle of friends you posted, and I happen to have a flat in my hand, with a monthly rent of [-]."

Are you renting a house? The monthly rent is [-].

Simple and straightforward, it seems that they are really here to sell vacant houses.

Wen Chen checked the last line of the report, signed it, pushed the document aside, picked up his phone, got up and walked to the window.

After thinking for a few seconds, I sent a line of words.

Wen Chen: "Where is the house? How many rooms and halls? Is the transportation convenient?"

Lin Zewu seemed to be guarding in front of the mobile phone, and the inside changed to "inputting state", Wen Chen was not surprised at all.

The high school student really had a crush on him.

Lin Zewu: "My house is downstairs, one bedroom and one living room."

Lin Zewu: "The landlord just wants to recruit tenants. The road is not blocked. It is convenient to drive, but it is not convenient to take a car."

Wen Chen paused with his fingertips.

Downstairs from his house?

The small dilapidated building he lives in actually has a house with a monthly rent of more than 2000 yuan?Is it plastered with Hermès icons on the walls?

Wen Chen: "Two thousand? I remember that the rent around your house is around 800 yuan."

Lin Zewu: "The facilities in that room are relatively new, so it will be more expensive, and there are also cheaper ones."

The previous tenant left an air conditioner and opened up the bathroom and kitchen by himself. The decoration is like a low-end five-star hotel.

Lin Zewu: "If you want to rent, call me, I still have something to do, let's talk about it tonight."

Lin Zewu ruthlessly ended the conversation that he started, leaving Wen Chen alone in the cold wind.

What's the matter?What's the matter?

Skipping classes instead of going to school, preferring to sit side by side with elementary school students in the hospital and talking nonsense without memorizing words, what could be the matter?

This high school student will starve himself to death sooner or later if he wants to do sales!

The coffee on the table is completely cold, the air purifier in the corner is working hard, the employees outside the office are working hard, and the printer is "swiping".

Wen Chen opened the window, and the busy traffic downstairs broke into the blocked brain.

He took a deep breath, and in an instant a puff of car exhaust swept through his nostrils. Wen Chen frowned and closed the window behind his back.

He leaned on the window frame and muttered: "The high school students these days are as rebellious as the air quality."

06:30 in the afternoon.

Wen Chen got off work on time, went home smoothly on the road, and walked into the lobby on the ground floor with his briefcase.

Just as the elevator door opened, two familiar voices came in from not far away, and the landlord and his wife both came out carrying large and small bags.

"Hurry up! It's too late!"

"Understood, I will buy a car at the end of the year."

Hearing this, Wen Chen took a step and stood aside to make way for them.

The landlord saw Wen Chen standing beside him at a glance. This person was very conspicuous in terms of height and appearance.

He said hello.

"get off work!"

Wen Chen: "Well, are you going to the hospital?"

"Hey! Bring some daily necessities over there." The landlord waved, "Boss Wen, thank you for what happened yesterday, and I will treat you to dinner another day."

Wen Chen didn't take this to heart, passed them by, and stepped into the elevator.

"As long as people are fine."

"That won't work. We still have to eat. I can't let you help me for nothing. I'll send you a location some other day! We both have things to do today, so let's get busy first!"

Wen Chen nodded: "Goodbye."

The landlord and his wife ran fast, with joy on their faces. It seemed that the result of the fucking operation was good.

The elevator door closed slowly, Wen Chen pressed down on the floor, staring at the slowly rising floor in silence.

"Ding!"

After getting out of the elevator, Wen Chen went around the corner, took out the door card and unlocked it.

The house was silent.

Wen Chen paused when he passed the living room, turned to the corner cabinet, opened the bottom drawer and took out a rental contract.

The expiration date written on the contract is the tenth of next month, which is less than half a month away from today.

After half a month, if he can't find a house, he will have to go live in the office.

The WeChat account where Chen sent the news of "begging for rent" is his personal account, and there are not many people in it. So far, except for Lin Zewu who has thrown an olive branch, none of the others have become popular.

Wen Chen was lying on the sofa with his head down, and the rental contract floated to his face, covered in paper, without a sound.

After 2 minutes, Wen Chen finally choked out a word.

"...Are you really going to find him?"

"Xiao Lin, I'm here today. You go back first and heal your injuries." Dayuan started to chase people away after unloading the goods, "I'm going to close the door too, and there's no one around at night."

"Row."

Lin Zewu took off his uniform and stuffed it into a small boxy cabinet. The fan hanging from the ceiling of the dressing room was whistling, and the whole room was filled with dull and rapid echoes.

The breathing light of the mobile phone placed at the bottom of the closet was blinking non-stop. Lin Zewu zipped up his jacket, reached for his mobile phone, and found that Wen Chen had sent him a WeChat message two hours ago.

Wen Chen: Please come back when you see it.

The sentence is concise, noble and glamorous, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like someone who would live in a place like them.

Lin Zewu didn't have much hope in the first place.

Lin Zewu stuffed the phone back into his backpack expressionlessly, and decided to go back and think about calling back. He put on his sneakers and walked out of the store.

The bicycle was locked by the back door, and the seat had accumulated a layer of moisture, which was quite damp to the touch.

"See you tomorrow, Xiaolin!" Dayuan threw a pack of papers far away, and waved at him.

Lin Zewu raised his hand in greeting, got on his bicycle and walked on the trail home.

The road is a bit dark, and there are no street lights on the trail, but it is only a few minutes away, and there are familiar buildings in front of you.

"Crack."

Lin Zewu locked his bicycle, and prepared to go upstairs with the vegetables and fruits kindly provided by the supermarket.

Before he had taken two steps, someone called to stop him.

"That, Lin..."

The female owner of the massage shop at the opposite door supported the door frame, finally overcame the shadow in her heart and called him to stop.

"wait!"

Lin Zewu stopped and said coldly, "What's the matter?"

The female boss clenched her fingers tightly, and when she saw Lin Zewu's face, she remembered her own experience of being tricked into the police station because of sex.

"I just want to ask, do you know the new tenant..."

"A new tenant?" Lin Zewu asked her back, "Why do you think I will know the new tenant?"

The female boss couldn't help taking a step back, and said as if walking on thin ice: "I, I, I heard him mention your name just now, you don't have to say it if you don't want to! Just pretend I didn't ask! I didn't touch you, I was one meter away from you, you Don't call the police! I haven't opened for a week!"

As she said that, she closed the door with a "bang", and the billboard on the eaves shook, but luckily it didn't fall.

Lin Zewu sorted out several pieces of information——

A new tenant came today.

The new tenant mentioned his name?

Could the new tenant be... Wen, Wen Chen?

Lin Zewu turned around and ran upstairs.

As soon as I ran to the corner of the third floor, I heard the landlord's rambling voice, accompanied by another low-pitched male voice.

"...This room was only vacated two months ago. The original tenant went to work in another city, so I bought the air conditioner and kept it."

"Someone is coming up." A male voice said.

"Is there? I'll go and see."

So the landlord took the key and went to the stairs, leaned out to look down, and happened to run into Lin Zewu who was rushing upstairs.

She said clearly: "Who am I, it turns out that Xiao Lin is back."

Lin Zewu went up the stairs with three steps and two steps while holding on to the handrail, and asked at the exit, "Aunt Wang, is there anyone here today..."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Zewu saw a man standing at the door with a half-smile.

He subconsciously closed his mouth.

The landlord noticed his gaze and introduced: "This is Mr. Wen. He came to see the house today. He said you introduced him?"

Lin Zewu didn't expect that he really came, so he couldn't speak for a while.

Wen Chen raised his chin, forming a terrible arc between his jaw and his neck.

"I haven't waited for your reply, so I can only come first."

The tone was light and cool, and there were invisible small blades in it.

Lin Zewu automatically translated this sentence——

Grandpa tens of millions of dollars every minute, but he couldn't wait for a reply for two hours, so grandpa will personally come to take your life.

The phone in Lin Zewu's pocket that hadn't replied to his message was faintly hot.

He couldn't help stepping back on his toes, shifting his body's center of gravity back, which was an action to distance himself from Wen Chen as much as possible.

Wen Chen put one hand in his pocket, and said casually: "Don't be nervous, I'm just here to see the house."

Three meters away, Wen Chen stood at the door, with his back to the warm yellow light in the room, behind the lens, he couldn't see clearly what he was thinking.