you better leave me alone

In the end, Lin Zewu rejected Wen Chenxin's portable wifi because he still had the college entrance examination English vocabulary book that Wen Chen bought last time under the sofa at home.

Brand new and beautiful, he only memorized a few pages, and sat together with his schoolbag under the sofa to eat ashes.

Waiting to be discovered by Zhao Qian one day, and then stuffed into the toilet to sacrifice to heaven.

"The mid-term exam is half a month away, so it's no use cramming."

Wen Chen was puzzled: "How do you know it's useless? You have to believe in miracles. After all, your homeroom teacher has scored 50 points."

Lin Zewu pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "I don't believe in miracles."

He said this very quickly, lowering his voice, as if floating in the air, like a miracle he didn't believe in.

Wen Chen collected and thought about it for a while, and felt that the high school student in front of him was a little depressed. If Wen Chen had promised him to go to the company's security brigade before, he would really drop out of school and go to work.

Although Ma Yang is a bit rough, there is a saying that is good - the flowers of the motherland must be fertilized regularly.

In order to prevent this cold-faced delicate flower from going astray, Wen Chen was going to deal with his environment first.

"You..." Wen Chen said.

Lin Zewu's attention was diverted from nowhere.

Wen Chen frowned, he was serious enough to bluff people: "Did you provoke someone outside?"

Lin Zewu answered quickly, with a neutral tone: "Which one are you talking about?"

It may be that too many people have been offended, Lin Zewu thought for a few seconds, and thoughtfully listed a few specific areas for Wen Chenluo.

"What year and what place are you asking?"

Wen Chen's eyebrows twitched.

So detailed, does this high school student provoke someone and still make an annual summary? !

"...No matter who it is, it's right to call the police when you encounter difficulties these days." Wen Chen said, "Do you know Ma Yang? Although he is unreliable, he is still very reliable in his work, especially in the fight against pornography, Love the teens..."

Didn't wait for the usual vague and short response.

Lin Zewu didn't know what he thought of, his eyes darkened slightly.

"There were two black households in the group that beat you before. He wiped out the eighteen generations of their ancestors. I heard that these two people used to be pawns for the boss who lent money to usury."

Lin Zewu suddenly asked: "If it's useless to find the police, what should I do?"

Wen Chen paused, and asked sharply, "Which aspect is useless?"

"Without evidence." Lin Zewu said flatly.

No evidence?

This building does not seem to be monitored. If someone comes to block people at his house and there are no witnesses, it is really difficult to obtain evidence.

Wen Chen was still thinking about the safety of this building, but Lin Zewu pulled the corner of his lips lightly.

"For nearly ten years, I'm afraid there is no evidence to be found, and the police can't do anything."

The self-mockery on Lin Zewu's face flashed away, and the next time he looked at him, he looked like he was not interested in anything.

Wen Chen was startled.

ten years.

It was something that happened to Lin Zewu, Wen Chen thought.

Wen Chen only knew that his family suffered an accident back then, his mother had been lying in the hospital for nearly ten years, but his father seemed to have never existed.

Lin Zewu never mentioned anything about his family. Wen Chen went to his house a few times, but he didn't even see Zhao Qian, only a closed bedroom door.

After a moment of silence, Wen Chen stood up suddenly, pressing half of Lin Zewu's head with his body, startling his heart that had just cooled down.

Lin Zewu took half a step back: "What are you going to do?"

Wen Chen picked up his coat and pointed to the clock on the wall.

"Buying vegetables, it's time for dinner, dear."

Lin Zewu looked at the pouring rain outside, and then noticed Wen Chen's trouser legs, and frowned uncomfortably.

"Let me go, I just need to buy something at home."

Wen Chen said, "Do you know what I want to buy?"

Lin Zewu: "I don't know, so please write a list and send it to me."

Wen Chen let go of his coat, his eyes slowly fell on the door, and he muttered, "That's fine."

Wen Chen wrote a long list and sent it to him, ranging from toilet paper to olive oil, enough for Lin Zewu to wander in the supermarket for more than an hour.

Finally, Wen Chen sent him a big red envelope.

half an hour.

WeChat popped up a message.

Lin Zewu: ... 500?

Wen Chen: 500 may not be enough for this little thing, if you don’t have enough, you should put it away first, and I’ll give you a red envelope when you come back.

Lin Zewu didn't reply to him anymore, he probably went to the supermarket to scan the goods.

When he was the only one left in the huge room, Wen Chen dug out a person's name from the address book and pressed the call button.

It rang more than a dozen times before being connected belatedly.

"Say!"

It seemed that he was doing business over there, Ma Yang was full of irritability, his voice fluctuated from far to near, and he jumped out word by word, and he was eloquent when he scolded people.

"It's me, Wen Chen."

"Yo... Take him back in cuffs! Let you fucking run away!"

The other end was swearing, and a down-to-earth rough breath rushed towards his face, and he took his attention back after cursing.

"Wen Chen? Are you in trouble again?"

Wen Chen's mouth twitched: "Am I that kind of person?"

"Oh." Ma Yang's words changed, "Student Xiao Lin was beaten again?"

Wen Chen sneered: "Can't you think of something better?"

"Please be considerate of a policeman who hangs out with criminals every day, maybe they will go crazy one day, thank you." Ma Yang said in an official tone, pretending to be emotional, "So what do you want me for?"

The lamp on the ceiling was left by the previous resident. It has been used for several years, and now the light is dim. Wen Chen simply opened the curtains, leaned on the window frame, and faced the rainy outside world.

"You said before that Lin Zewu's mother was a vegetable?"

Ma Yang was signing with the cap of his pen in his mouth, and responded with a "hmm" when he heard the words.

"What happened to her?"

Ma Yang said: "Isn't it just that a drunkard Erque ran to the house to tease her, but Xiao Lin smashed her face with a small stool..."

Wen Chen interrupted him: "No, I was asking what happened to her to become a vegetable."

Ma Yang frowned: "Why do you ask this?"

Wen Chen was leaning against the window frame, his vision was hazy with rain and fog, and suddenly a villain in a black coat appeared downstairs.

Lin Zewu walked slowly along the edge holding an umbrella, not noticing that someone was observing him.

"Lin Zewu just told me something."

Wen Chen told him what happened just now, and Ma Yang was quiet for a while after listening, the more he thought about it, the more strange he became.

"I only heard that Zhao Qian was sent to the hospital by neighbors for emergency treatment, but unfortunately she became a vegetable and didn't wake up until a year ago." Ma Yang guessed, "Could it be that there was something hidden about her accident?"

The people on the street disappeared around the corner, Wen Chen withdrew his gaze, and turned his back to the lonely rain outside the window.

"What happened to his house?"

Ma Yang came back after being busy for a while, squatted under the canopy to hide from the rain, lit a cigarette with a "click", and told him vaguely.

"I only know that his father died more than ten years ago. Let me think...it seems to be ten years ago? Or 11 years ago?"

It was ten years ago again.

"His father..."

Ma Yang exhaled a puff of smoke, and replied flatly: "Suicide, I want to cheat | Bao."

Wen Chen was taken aback.

"Don't tell me, classmate Xiaolin treats you pretty well. The first time I saw him, he was covered in thorns. He didn't speak or make a sound. It seems that it doesn't matter if we lock him up for a few days." Ma Yang paused, "Of course In the end, he was not shut down, the old drunk wanted to save face, he was embarrassed to let others know what he had done, and finally asked for thousands of dollars to settle."

"Afraid others would know? He thought Lin Zewu would go out and talk nonsense?" Wen Chen guessed.

"Eight|nine is inseparable from ten, but who would talk about his mother's affairs? Apart from the residents who have lived near his house for several years, how many people know what happened to his house?"