you better leave me alone

Anlin No. [-] Middle School is not a particularly good school, and there is a huge polarization between top classes and poor students.

The top few in the top class can compete with Peking University, and the poor students belong to the three-year high school construction site and meet to move bricks. The number of students in the class has never been equal.

Six fifty in the morning.

Anlin No. [-] Middle School has already had students coming to school one after another, carrying schoolbags as heavy as bricks, only Lin Zewu has empty hands and empty bags.

Lin Zewu raised his eyes casually, just in time to see four eyes standing in the corner of the wall, holding on to the railing to look around, he turned around as soon as he stopped, and wanted to leave.

"Hey! Ah Ze, Ah Ze, Ah Ze!" Li Xun ran across the flower bed to look for him, almost fell, his glasses were crooked on the bridge of his nose, he held them up and said, "I'm here so early today, Lao Liu called you gone?"

Lin Zewu: "No."

"Oh." Li Xun immediately answered, "Did the Golden Retriever look for you again yesterday? I heard it all!"

Speaking of this, Lin Zewu turned around and looked at him deeply, Li Xun bit the bullet and pushed back for two seconds, the more he watched, the more he lost his mind, and his back was sweating.

"Send me a leave note."

Lin Zewu withdrew his gaze and walked towards the office.

Li Xun: "Are you going to ask for leave again?"

"I have something to do in the afternoon."

"You have something to do every day..."

There was indeed something to do in the afternoon, Lin Zewu didn't talk nonsense.

If he hadn't come to see Lao Liu today, he would have slept a little longer. The group of people attacked him too hard yesterday, and now his calf is still green, and he is swaying when he walks.

All the teachers in the office went to the class for self-study in the morning. Lao Liu is a Chinese teacher. It was not his turn this morning. Lin Zewu was caught sighing and told him to make the monthly exam papers on the spot.

Language, mathematics, English, materialization, biology, politics, history and geography, there are eight schools in total, and Lao Liu is hardly a human being when he is ruthless.

"You should at least give me a pass!" Old Liu sat at the door with a stool in his hand, the bald gourd on his head was vicissitudes of life, "You can't get 40 points, I'll sprinkle some rice on the answer sheet for chickens to peck Better than you in the exam! Where do you want me to put this face? Why are you not going to class every day?"

Lin Zewu leaned on the bookcase and said while doing it: "Chinese is not easy to get grades, you are not ashamed."

Old Liu was so angry that he blew his beard and stared: "You're still reasonable, aren't you? How did you take the exam? Are you taking pictures?! Sit down for me!"

Lin Zewu didn't speak at all.

"bell--"

Half an hour later, the class bell rang.

Lao Liu pushed away the chair with the book between his arms, and babbled before leaving.

"It must be done, or I will call your parents... I will call your parents one day!"

Lin Zewu didn't make a sound, and concentrated on scribbling and drawing on the test paper.

He didn't write the composition, and filled the test paper with questions. Lin Zewu didn't go to the classroom all morning. Seeing that the time was still an hour away, he went back to fill in the big math questions.

After finishing, Lao Liu was still in class, and he had classes all morning.

Lin Zewu looked at the clock on the wall.

Eleven o'clock.

There are two freshman teachers left in the office.

Lin Zewu walked past with the bag on his back without changing his expression, and the teacher didn't even lift his head.He walked quickly through the corridor, separated by a wall, the sound of the teacher lecturing was heard intermittently.

Lin Zewu went directly downstairs, ducked out from the path beside the bushes, he didn't ask Li Xun for a leave note, he ran to the corner of the school and stepped on a tree branch and turned over.

When he landed, his knees were sore and he almost fell. Lin Zewu stretched his legs while supporting the wall, and limped away.

"Hey."

"Hello, are you Mr. Wen?" There was a timid voice on the other end of the phone.

Wen Chen cleared his throat: "I am, I am at the wooden bridge in Building 2."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Chen was standing on the green alley waiting for someone. Today he specially wore a pair of rimless glasses, which made him appear gentle and intelligent, and he could bluff people at first glance.

Just by looking at his appearance, he is a ruthless person who always counts calories when he eats.

Two days ago, I heard that Chen was on vacation and stayed at home to settle the accounts.

Seeing the final negative result, he slammed the lid of the notebook shut.

——Too ruthless, the mortgage is too ruthless, he should go to Wudang Mountain to build a fairy for 200 years, and then talk about saving money to buy a house.

How can God let human beings only live for 100 years.

The interface for communicating with colleagues was still on the screen of the mobile phone, and the last sentence left by the other party was "My parents are not short of money to start a company", and sent a series of mobile phone numbers.

A colleague has a cousin who is about to take the college entrance examination. He has found countless teachers, but he can't pass the math. In addition, he is not in good health recently and can't go to school.

There was really no other way, and my colleague suddenly thought of Wen Chen—I thought that he had spent a whole year in his second year of high school, and he had to study hard in his third year to turn around.

A textbook for the counterattack of scumbags.

This "brilliant" history was picked up by colleagues, and the last hope was put on Wen Chen.

Just as he was thinking about it, the phone vibrated again, and the other party sent another sentence: "Really don't think about it? My cousin's house is very close to yours, just two streets away. Two hours of tutoring, eight hundred!"

Eight hundred!

Wen Chen touched his dying kidney and compromised with Qian.

"sand--"

The leaves above the head were blown by the wind, and Wen Chen came back to his senses. A boy in school uniform came from a distance, with a bag on one shoulder, and his walking posture was a bit strange.

Wen Chen remembered that the classmate he was going to make up for was from Anlin No. [-] Middle School, and was about to go up to say hello, when he saw his face clearly.

It looks familiar, I just saw it yesterday, and the car he just bought was damaged because of the fight.

The other party was also taken aback when he saw him, with a frozen embarrassment on his face, and gradually clenched his hand holding the strap of his schoolbag.

A drop of sweat slid down Lin Zewu's forehead, and subconsciously ran away!

"You!" Wen Chen was surprised.

Lin Zewu ran faster.

However, due to a leg injury, Lin Zewu couldn't perform at his usual level, Wen Chen went up three steps to stop him, and carefully checked the school badge on the chest of his school uniform.

Anlin No. [-] Middle School.

well.

Wen Chen raised his eyebrows and looked down at him: "You said you dropped out of school?"

Lin Zewu took a step back to widen the distance, and at this point he calmed down: "I just said that I didn't study, I didn't say that I dropped out of school."

Quite good at quibbling.

"Playing word games with me?" Wen Chen raised his hand to look at the watch on his wrist, the hour hand pointed to eleven, "Are you skipping class?"

"...I have something to do."

Wen Chen asked back: "Do you deliver food?"

Lin Zewu pursed his lips tightly.

Wen Chen felt that he might make this high school student afraid to speak, he had to have love for the flowers of the motherland.

So he lowered his tone: "Who didn't escape school a few times when he was young."

The atmosphere between the two fell to freezing point.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Wen?"

At this time, a tightly wrapped student walked by.

Seeing this, Lin Zewu turned around and left, he walked fast and could see that his leg was injured.

Wen Chen didn't stop him, and replied: "It's me, you are Zhang Qi?"

"I am." Zhang Qi looked at Lin Zewu who was walking away, with surprise on his face, "Do you know him?"

Wen Chen turned around, Lin Zewu had already gone away, leaving only the back of the white school uniform, he looked away.

"I don't know, is it your classmate?"

Zhang Qi shook his head: "It's my junior."

Wen Chen walked side by side with him on the road, Wen Yan sighed and said: "When I went to school, I couldn't even recognize my classmates."

"I didn't recognize it either." Zhang Qi scratched the short hair on his head, "It's just that he is more famous."

"Famous? How to become famous?"

Zhang Qi thought about his sentence: "He is in Class [-], he doesn't come to class very often, his grades average [-] to [-] points, and last time I saw him staying with gangsters."

gangster?Wen Chenxin said that "the food delivery was blackmailed" is not fake?

"What did he do?"

Zhang Qi said, "He took money from that golden retriever."

Smell Chen a meal.

Across the last stretch of the road, fine homes are left behind.

Lin Zewu walked slowly along the path through the silent alley, and the weeds at the base of the wall bent and stuck to the ground.

There was Anlin No. 30 Middle School across the road just now, and the scenery immediately changed across the road. They were all dilapidated old houses from [-] or [-] years ago, and there were mixed fish and dragons in them.

And Lin Zewu lived in this kind of place.

Returning to his residence from Anlin No. [-] Middle School, he had to take a shortcut and walk through that neighborhood, and meeting Wen Chen was something he never expected.

The world is so big, how did they meet again?

Scattered vegetable sellers sat on both sides of the road, moving benches and watching small videos on their mobile phones. Lin Zewu bought a box of tofu and a fish, and it was just 11:30 when he got home.

His house is on the sixth floor, and this old building is only on the sixth floor in total. The roof is locked and no one is allowed to enter. It is said that the railings on the top are too bad, so that people may fall downstairs.

Otherwise, Lin Zewu could still appropriate the public space.

The old staircase was very narrow and could only accommodate one person going up and down the stairs. The wooden handrails creaked, and spider webs gathered in the corners.

When he came to the last door, Lin Zewu took out the key from his pocket and put it in the keyhole.

"when!"

As soon as he entered the door, a black shadow flew past and hit Lin Zewu's calf.

Lin Zewu lowered his head, with a cup rolled by his feet, he closed the door silently, bent down to pick it up to check, luckily it was plastic and not broken.

There was a woman sitting by the window, her hair was disheveled behind her, black hair mixed with a few white hairs, and she was wearing a long cotton dress that reached to her ankles, which was slightly white because of the many times of washing.

——This is Zhao Qian, Lin Zewu's own mother, who just changed from a vegetable to this crazy look a few years ago.

Crazy brains are crazy about all crystal products.

"What's the fuss again?" Lin Zewu put down his bag, carried the plastic bag and walked to the kitchen, "I bought fish today, and I'll make fish soup for you."

Something was thrown on the ground behind him, crisp and loud.

Lin Zewu paused, and added: "Whether you like to drink or not."

The kitchen is very narrow, and it was built directly in the living room. Fortunately, there are only two people in their family, and they don't think there is not enough space after doing so.

The seller of the fish scales scraped it off, and Lin Zewu handled it neatly. He stuffed ginger and shallots into his stomach, boiled a small pot of water, and stood in front of the stove watching the small bubbles slowly bubbling in the pot.

After putting the fish down in the pot, Lin Zewu wiped his hands and walked out, raised his eyes casually, and found that the window was empty, Zhao Qian who was sitting there was gone, but the window was open.

Lin Zewu's mind went blank for a moment, the garlic in his hand "slapped" to the ground, and he ran over.

Just when he was about to look out the window, he saw a person lying on his stomach on the ground, twitching thinly with bent legs. Because he was too thin, the outline of the shoulder blades reflected on the back of the nightdress was very obvious.

The heart fell back from his throat, Lin Zewu let out a long sigh of relief, rubbed the bridge of his nose and said, "Why did you fall again?"

"Do not touch me!"

Lin Zewu knelt down and wanted to help her up, but he was beaten several times when she was obstructed by her panic.

"I'll pick you up." Lin Zewu explained.

As soon as the words fell, the pain in front of his eyes blurred his vision.

"Don't move!"

Lin Zewu pressed her hands behind her back, picked her up from the ground and pressed her back to the bed, and covered her with the quilt. The quilt was just taken out by Lin Zewu the day before yesterday, and it was so fluffy that it covered her whole body.

Zhao Qian lifted the quilt and wanted to jump off.

Lin Zewu propped herself on both sides of her quilt, and said in a more serious tone: "If you move again, I will throw you out!"

"I'm your mother!" Zhao Qian shouted.

"If you weren't my mother, would you live here?"

Lin Zewu raised his hand to cover his left eye, and tried to open it, but his vision was blurred for nearly a minute before slowly recovering.

"I'm your mother, if you treat me like this, you will have retribution..."

Zhao Qian started to cry, saying something indistinctly.

Lin Zewu was not in the mood to listen, he poured himself a glass of water, and suddenly the chattering stopped, and when he turned his head, he saw Zhao Qian nestled under the quilt staring at the glass in his hand.

Having been with her day and night for so long, Lin Zewu probably figured out her thoughts, picked up the kettle again, mixed half a cup of hot water into a cup, and brought it to her.

Then he raised his hand for a long time without waiting for a response.

Lin Zewu: "Don't drink?"

Zhao Qian lay motionless on the bed.

"Boom."

The cup was placed on the bedside table, and Zhao Qian shrank back under the blanket in fright.

Lin Zewu turned around and left. One minute later, he came back with a straw, put it in a cup and handed it over again.

Lin Zewu said coldly, "Drink."

This time Zhao Qian behaved well and drank more than half of the glass through the straw.

Zhao Qian was a beauty 20 years ago. Even after decades of wind and rain, there are still faint traces on her face.

The water in the kitchen was bubbling "gurgling", adding a bit of air to the quiet space. When Zhao Qian was drowsy, Lin Zewu suddenly spoke.

"I'm going out in the afternoon, and you'll take the medicine later."