you better leave me alone

10: 30.

On the way, as Wen Chen said, all the restaurants were closed, so Lin Zewu had no choice but to go to the canteen and bought two packs of instant noodles to take home.

Feeling the darkness and entering the building, the ground floor is pitch black, and the garbage on the ground can be kicked accurately.

It is not enough for the landlord to sweep twice a day, and the soda cans he hoards every day can be sold for a few dollars.

Lin Zewu kicked away the small advertisements flying in the wind at his feet, and went upstairs silently under the moonlight.

"Crack...crack!"

The lights in the stairwell on the third floor flickered twice and couldn't turn on at all, and the cobwebs on the light bulbs were crumbling.

The only single seedling in the whole building finally broke.

The mahjong parlor plays and sings every night, and the smell of smoke can waft through the cracks in the door. I don't know if Wen Chen can bear it after moving here.

Lin Zewu didn't care about it, his left shoulder was sore, he raised his hand to support the handle of the stairs, and walked upstairs at a faster speed.

The moon was not bright outside the window, half of it was covered by dark clouds, and the shadows on the ground were mottled.

Lin Zewu stopped on the fifth floor.

There was a chain lock hanging on the door at the corner, Lin Zewu took out a key from his pocket, and opened the door with the help of his mobile phone.

Wen Chen's day today was not in vain, the house was arranged more neatly than in the morning, and there was a large space in the middle of the bedroom for his newly bought luxury double bed.

At the same time, as if he had calculated it, a new message was displayed on the phone, and Lin Zewu looked down.

The other party only sent two words.

Wen Chen: The kitchen.

Lin Zewu turned around and went to the kitchen, turned on the chandelier, and saw nothing unusual, not even a pot, except for two white plastic bags hanging on the wall, with a few oranges and tomatoes squeezed inside.

Lin Zewu typed a line with one hand, his fingers paused on the "send", hesitated for a while, and finally deleted all the words, rewritten two words and sent it to him.

Lin Zewu: I have taken it.

On Sunday, I heard that Chen was going to give Zhang Qi a make-up class, so he left after setting up the door.

Lin Zewu originally planned to return the key to him. When he came back from get off work, he looked at the brand new gate. The key had lost its original value.

He put it back in his pocket again and took it home.

It was almost the end of the year, working overtime every day, the sky was dark, and I was at home at two or three o'clock in the morning to revise the plan on the computer. Everyone felt melancholy as if they had been drained of energy by goblins.

In this harsh environment, Wen Chen went to work during the day to accept social abuse, and moved to a new home after get off work.

Diligent without complaint.

Finally, on Wednesday, I successfully moved into the temporary residence of Shenxiangzi.

The hasty running back and forth almost killed Wen Chen. To prevent myocardial infarction, he fell asleep on the bed when he moved in at night.

The next day, he was woken up by the alarm and got up groggy to get ready for work. When he went out, he happened to run into Lin Zewu who came back from buying breakfast.

Since the last time they parted, they hadn't seen each other for a few days. When they saw each other today, Lin Zewu's complexion seemed to be much better, and his skin was rosy and white.

Only Wen Chen's complexion was unkind, even with the addition of glasses, every corner of his face was filled with "fuck your job".

Tear off the gentleness left by the gold-rimmed glasses.

Seeing this, Lin Zewu couldn't help taking a step back.

Lin Zewu silently stepped aside and said, "Morning."

"Well, morning."

Wen Chen answered in a hoarse voice, walked past him with one hand in his pocket carrying his bag, and walked down with his legs.

The whole body is full of low air pressure.

The sound of the heels of leather shoes stepping on the ground was dull and regular, echoing in the empty pavilions.

The fried dough stick bag circled around Lin Zewu's fingertips and came back again. He didn't have the time to think about Wen Chen's attitude. He was now concentrating on Friday's home visit.

Home visit... Wen Chen.

After walking two steps, Lin Zewu curled his fingers slightly. From the corner of his eye, he saw Chen's back gradually receding, and finally shouted.

"……elder brother!"

Wen Chen just walked to the fourth floor, Wen Yan raised his head to look over, Lin Zewu's tangled expression disappeared for a moment.

Lin Zewu supported the handle, and he and him were separated by a distance of four meters, speechless, and the atmosphere gradually turned to a strange point.

"What's the matter?" Wen Chen raised half of his eyebrows.

Lin Zewu said: "Well, what time will you come back at night?"

Wen Chen thought for a few seconds, then told him uncertainly: "Normal off work is five o'clock, occasionally eight o'clock, if you work overtime, it is estimated to be eleven o'clock, what's the matter?"

"...Are you free tomorrow afternoon?" Lin Zewu touched the tip of his nose.

Wen Chen narrowed his eyes, waiting for him to continue.

"Tomorrow..." Lin Zewu faltered, and under Wen Chen's gaze, his tone gradually faltered, as if a needle was on his back, "I want to trouble you."

Wen Chen lifted the shirt on his wrist and looked down at the time.

"I'll give you two minutes, say."

Lin Zewu put his hands on the handles and leaned forward: "My head teacher..."

Wen Chen was puzzled: "Huh?"

Lin Zewu closed his eyes and said quickly, "I'm going to visit my home."

Wen Chen: "..."

A few seconds passed, and the man downstairs didn't make a sound. Lin Zewu raised his eyelids suspiciously, only to see that Chen Wei opened his eyes, and the impatient expression on his face gradually disintegrated.

Wen Chen:? ? ?

The homeroom visit of the head teacher, why do you need a home visit?Wen Chen thought divergently——

Is this high school student going to be expelled because he has been absent from class for too long?Is the request for leave from the school committee useless? ?

Did Lin Zewu finally come to this point?

Wen Chen's throat was dry, and he coughed lightly, trying to cover it up: "Did he say anything?"

"Not really." Lin Zewu looked embarrassed, "I just want to ask if you can..."

Wen Chen reacted: "You want me to meet your head teacher tomorrow."

Lin Zewu nodded silently.

Wen Chen wanted to understand why he had been absent-minded for the past two days.

"What time is it."

Lin Zewu hurriedly said, "About six o'clock."

six o'clock.

If he gets off work on time, it's feasible, maybe he can come back for a meal first.

"What are you going to do if I don't have time?" Wen Chen asked him back.

Lin Zewu's tone didn't fluctuate: "Probably ask Dayuan for help, saying he is my uncle."

But Dayuan's acting skills are not good, and he blush whenever he tells a lie, and Lao Liu is not a person to be fooled easily.

Wen Chen nodded: "I see."

Lin Zewu folded his hands together without making a sound.

"Your home or mine?" Wen Chen Bo asked calmly.

When he said this, Lin Zewu's expression seemed to change subtly for a moment.

I saw him turn around and run downstairs with a "thump" and stand in front of Wen Chen. Lin Zewu's height was only half a head behind him, and when Wen Chen lowered his head, he could see his smooth little face.

Wen Chen's previous sentence "three people live in harmony" successfully left a shadow in Lin Zewu's heart, and the word "my family" swirled around his mouth and was swallowed back again, chewing it to pieces in his stomach.

"Your house, okay." Lin Zewu paused, and handed over the breakfast in his hand, "Brother, have you had breakfast yet?"

"No." Wen Chen Chui looked at his slender white wrist, the bag hanging above contained fried dough sticks and eggs, he sneered, "You still know how to do this?"

So Lin Zewu took out the old trick again, and said it very smoothly.

"I'll treat you to dinner tomorrow."

"Barbecue stand?"

"There is a restaurant downstairs."

Wen Chen tasted the Sichuan restaurant downstairs, and the taste was okay, but the oil seemed to be free, which didn't match his strict eating habits, and ate away at his hard-working abs.

Lin Zewu tentatively asked, "Or...can I take the time to help you paste the wallpaper?"

Wen Chen was looking down at the time, and was taken aback when he heard this.

"How do you know I'm putting up wallpaper?"

"I saw it when I went back to your house to pick up oranges."

Wen Chen has never encountered this way of thanking by putting up wallpaper, and the idea of ​​high school students these days is really unexpected.

Wen Chen noticed that it was not early, and vaguely agreed: "I will think about it."