you better leave me alone

On the way back, Wen Chen once again realized how easy this broken road is.

——No car, no traffic police.

It can be called the painstaking effort and white moonlight of every driver, and it is worth reminiscing carefully when in traffic jams.

After 10 minutes, return to the community.

The surrounding buildings were brightly lit, the overpass was blocked by traffic, and all kinds of luxury cars moved a few meters away, swearing and swearing, unable to vent.

The stray dogs next door ran faster than them, and the dignity of the sports car was firmly pressed to the ground by the four short legs.

"drop!"

The password door opens automatically.

When he got home, Wen Chen plunged into the bathroom and simply took a shower.

After taking a shower, Wen Chen came out with a towel on his head. When he passed the living room, he turned around and his eyes fell somewhere.

"Snapped!"

The floor lamp in the corner lights up, and the warm yellow light fills the space.

Wen Chen took the rental agreement from the drawer, threw it on the table with his backhand, then found out the landlord's mobile phone number, and edited a text message telling the landlord that he did not intend to renew the contract.

You have to walk smartly.

Click to send.

"Om-"

Unexpectedly, as soon as the news was sent out, the landlord immediately called.

Wen Chen hesitated for a while between handling official business and answering his phone call, and finally decided to be polite to him.

"Hey."

The landlord's voice came through the phone immediately, with some hesitation and doubt: "Boss Wen, are you not renting anymore?"

Wen Chen said concisely, "No more renting."

"Oh...then you found a place to live? How about I introduce one to you?"

Wen Chen refused, "No need, I have plans."

Probably Wen Chen usually gave him an overly impressive impression, and the landlord didn't have any doubts about his words.

The landlord refrained from finding a house for him.

"Okay, if you need to tell me, I will definitely help if I can. I can't make money, and I have some connections to find a house."

The two exchanged a few pleasantries before mercilessly breaking off contact.

Wen Chen leaned back, lying on his back with no strength, looking at the ceiling above his head, and carefully sorted out the things that need to be done recently.

move.

We need to clean up when we move.

Cleaning up takes time.

tomorrow……

Wen Chen forcibly raised his eyelids, and the faintly tired nerves suddenly started to jump.

Tomorrow is his day off.

The next day was Saturday, Lin Zewu still got up early.

He forgot to turn off the alarm last night, and the noise of "Dididi" woke him up at [-] o'clock in the morning. Lin Zewu sighed and got up to pack his bed.

Zhao Qian was doing her best in the bedroom, probably because Little Apple's radio was out of battery, Lin Zewu didn't bother with her for the time being, and waited for her to calm down on her own.

The toothpaste at home was almost gone, and the laundry detergent was almost running out, Lin Zewu stood in front of the mirror with a toothbrush in his mouth, thinking about the shopping list.

After pondering for a while, I suddenly remembered Wen Chen's last few words.

——The three of them squeezed together and got along very harmoniously.

Wen Chen said this sentence with special emphasis, as if implying something to him.

And desperately want him to understand something that cannot be said directly...

The ghost knows what Wen Chen is implying.

Aside from the conjecture that tends to be an adult topic, Lin Zewu thought rationally for a while, and felt that Wen Chen was not that kind of person.

Putting aside the stereotype, Lin Zewu figured out another way to interpret this sentence.

To chew on that sentence again, for Lin Zewu, "huddling together" is not important, but the "three" of three people is important.

He, Wen Chen...and Zhao Qian, just three of them.

Is Wen Chen implying something, is it a coincidence or intentional?

Lin Zewu never planned to tell about Zhao Qian. Logically speaking, it is impossible for Wen Chen to know that there are two people in his family.

If it was intentional, there seems to be no other intersection between them except for the arrears of 3000 yuan.

—Could it be them.

Lin Zewu froze.

No, not right.

They probably couldn't afford to invite Wen Chen, I heard that he is quite expensive.

And that group of people usually solve problems violently, and they can use their hands without using their brains.

After brushing his teeth with a lot of thinking, all the remaining drowsiness left, Lin Zewu took out a stack of clothes from the washing machine and prepared to take them to the balcony to dry.

After several days of wind and rain, it was finally a big sun today, and the bright sunlight made him have to squint his eyes.

Zhao Qian, who had been hanging out for more than ten minutes, was still moaning in the room, and Lin Zewu asked casually when passing by the bedroom.

"What do you want to eat in the morning?"

Zhao Qian thumped twice on the bed, saying intermittently: "Tofu brain."

Lin Zewu wrote it down.

"Don't move around, you'll fall down later."

As soon as the words were finished, Zhao Qian slid off the bed with the quilt, and a "boom" sounded into Lin Zewu's ears.

A prophecy.

So Zhao Qian began to scold him. Lin Zewu didn't understand what she was scolding. Her ability to organize words hadn't improved much, and she could only speak a few simple words until now.

For example, "Issuing a card", "Sparkling" and "Don't touch me, let me go" and so on.

Lin Zewu put down the washbasin, walked into the bedroom and squatted beside Zhao Qian, holding her armpits with both hands to pull her up.

"Aren't you uncomfortable if you don't fall once a day?"

Zhao Qian was a little afraid of him, and since Lin Zewu forcibly dragged her back to the bed from the balcony last time, she was even more frightened.

Lin Zewu was about to put her back, but when he saw her limp face, he thought for a few seconds, picked her up, walked out of the bedroom and put her on the sofa in an orderly manner.

"锃-"

He opened the drawer, took out a pack of shiny puzzles, and scattered them all on the sofa.

"You do the puzzle by yourself, I'll go buy breakfast, wait for you to finish it... I guess you won't be able to finish it, I'll be back in a while."

Taking advantage of Zhao Qian's attention on the puzzle, Lin Zewu picked up the phone and left.

There was a breakfast shop on the corner of the street, and there were quite a lot of people queuing up. Nearly 10 minutes after it was Lin Zewu's turn, he bought two bowls of tofu flower and a basket of buns.

Walking home slowly with breakfast in hand, I found that in about 10 minutes, there was an extra truck in front of the building, and the middle-aged man in the driver's seat was leaning on the seat and looking at his phone.

The words "xx moving company" are written on the body.

moving company?Lin Zewu was silent for a moment.

... Wen Chen's car?

Recently, Wen Chen should be the only one renting a house here.

Lin Zewu went around the front of the car, pushed open the broken iron door, and met someone who was going downstairs.

The face that had just turned around in his mind appeared swaggeringly in front of him, and Lin Zewu took a step back involuntarily.

Wen Chen noticed his movement, stopped, then raised his eyebrows.

Lin Zewu stepped sideways out of the way, and uttered a word concisely: "Morning."

"morning."

I didn't wake up at eight o'clock last time, and it's really early today.

Wen Chen saw that he was standing on one side and could not come up, so he obediently went downstairs first, while Lin Zewu squeezed up the stairs sideways, and climbed the stairs silently.

"You..." Wen Chen called to stop him.

Lin Zewu's footsteps faltered subtly, slipping on the soles of his feet when he was stepping on the stairs, and he held on to the handrail to stand firm.

Wen Chen said, "The fruit you bought yesterday is still in my house."

Lin Zewu thought of his own oranges.

"...Okay, I'll get it later."

The atmosphere stagnated inexplicably, and the scorching sun could not melt away the embarrassment.

A few dogs barking came from outside the building, howling shattered the silence.

Lin Zewu was carrying his breakfast, and in this weird atmosphere, he choked out a sentence: "I'll go up first."

Before Wen Chen could respond, he lowered his head and walked away, quickly leaving Wen Chen's sight.

Wen Chen didn't know what was wrong with him, so he stood still and sniffed.

Steamed buns?

Hypoglycemia without breakfast?

Lin Zewu looked at the sofa while pushing the door open, there was no one on the sofa, Zhao Qian fell down again, and was half lying on the ground playing a jigsaw puzzle.

Her strength is not very good, and she usually cannot get up after falling.

Fortunately, there was something shiny to attract her attention, otherwise Lin Zewu would have been smashed by something when he entered the door.

"Stop playing and have breakfast."

Zhao Qian ignored him.

Lin Zewu went around to the kitchen, poured the steamed stuffed bun into a plate, carried it in front of her, inserted a thin tube into the tofu brain, and handed it to her lips.

"drink."

Zhao Qian patted his hand away, and the tofu flower in the plastic cup was stable.

Lin Zewu looked straight at him, with no emotion in his eyes.

"Don't shoot blindly."

Zhao Qian struggled a few times without any splashes, and Lin Zewu's aura was low and ruthless when he persuaded her to eat and take medicine, she would be punished if she dared to be too hypocritical, so she had to drink obediently with her head down.

Although her mind is not very good now, the instinct of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages seems to be able to play a role.

Lin Zewu noticed that the hairpin on her head was crumbling, so he raised his hand to take it off, and what was in his hand was a pink apple crystal hairpin.

There are two crystals missing from the edge, which is not very obvious.

Lin Zewu was about to throw it away, but just as he raised his hand, Zhao Qian rushed over and snatched it away, holding it in her arms to prevent him from touching it, with a more vigilant expression on her face.

Lin Zewu didn't have much energy, so let her go.

"Ding Ding!"

There are more unread messages on the phone.

Lin Zewu opened it to check, it was sent by Wen Chen.

——Is there a furniture store nearby?

The author has something to say: Wen Chen: I am very expensive, thank you.