you better leave me alone

The rain did not tend to decrease, and the water in the lower places even covered half of the calf.

After hanging up Ma Yang's call, Wen Chen pondered for a while, and the mobile phone in his hand trembled twice untimely, making his palms numb.

Wen Chen raised his hand to check.

Lin Zewu: These few are sold out. [picture]

On the picture, Lin Zewu circled a few objects, all of which were written by Wen Chen casually.

Wen Chen closed the left window, took two steps back and leaned against the side of the sofa, with his legs on the floor, and typed a few words to reply him.

Wen Chen: No more.

Lin Zewu replied quickly: Got it.

Wen Chen: Can you get these things?

Lin Zewu: Yes, I will go back in a while.

Wen Chen looked at the screen and pondered, and finally didn't say anything more. There are some things that Lin Zewu doesn't mention, so he doesn't have to mention them.

There are always things people don't want to talk about.

Wen Chen figured these things out, quickly blocked the work WeChat group with "999+" messages, dropped his phone with his backhand, walked swaggeringly to the kitchen, and prepared the things he needed to cook dinner later.

When he reached the door, he suddenly stopped, the place was too dark.

Wen Chen fumbled for the switch on the wall, and turned on the small light at the door with a "click", and the scene at the door finally became clear.

"This is heaven..." Wen Chen pushed his glasses, and the thin shirt on his body felt a little cold. He realized it later, "Tsk, I forgot to buy a heater."

It is impossible to have floor heating in this room, the air conditioner does have hot air, but Wen Chen is not used to the air conditioner, it is dry and dry after being turned on all night, and it is so stuffy.

Wen Chen never admitted that it was because he stayed up late and worked overtime.

The kitchen was full of garbage, so Wen Chen went back to his room first and changed into cotton long-sleeved trousers, then rolled up his sleeves to tie up garbage bags, sorting out a total of two bags of garbage.

Put it down again, it should be marinated, fortunately it is not summer now.

Wen Chen grabbed the two bags in disgust, took an umbrella from the shoe cabinet, and was about to go out to take out the trash.

As soon as the door was opened, the corridor was darker than the interior.

Yes, the light bulbs in the stairwell are all blown.

At night, the environment is comparable to "Midnight Bell". Fortunately, there are brothers and sisters in the chess and card room on the third floor who pass the ups and downs of life without a second.

After Wen Chen returned to the door and changed his shoes, he went downstairs with a "thump", and accurately threw the garbage bag into the trash can from a distance of two meters.

There are still a few small shops open on the opposite side. Wen Chen didn't wear glasses, squinted his eyes and glanced back and forth, held up an umbrella and walked to the small shop in front of the left.

The little girl at the cashier was dozing off, and a romance movie was playing on the screen of her raised phone. Wen Chen knocked twice on the cashier's desktop.

"Bang bang."

"Two yuan off for every [-] or more!"

The little girl wiped the corner of her mouth and woke up suddenly.

"Is there a light bulb?"

"Yes, yes... How much do you want?" The little girl brought a few and put them on the table. "There are eight and ten yuan, white light, natural light, and yellow."

Wen Chen casually clicked something pleasing to the eye.

"This is ten yuan."

Wen Chen said, "Take two."

"Alright! Twenty in total."

ten minutes later.

Lin Zewu came back under the rain curtain, and when he went upstairs, he saw Wen Chen changing the light bulb and a pile of tools on the ground.

"Are you back?" Wen Chen Yuguang glanced at him, "Is your left hand okay?"

Lin Zewu: "It's okay, there are not many things."

Wen Chen screwed on the last screw and directed him very naturally: "Excuse me, press a switch and see if it works."

Lin Zewu bypassed him, put the two shopping bags in his hands at the door, groped the wall, and came across a protrusion somewhere.

"Crack."

The entire corridor on the fifth floor lit up.

Lin Zewu hadn't seen the corridor with the lights on for a long time, and he felt that his quality of life had improved.

Lin Zewu: "Why do you suddenly want to change the light bulb?"

Wen Chen stepped off the bench and put a screwdriver on his palm: "I have wanted to solve this matter for a long time, but I was too late to work overtime two days ago and I didn't think about it. I just have time today."

Lin Zewu raised his neck, the light from the new bulb was dazzling.

"You know how to change a light bulb."

"I do not know."

Wen Chen's ears were sharp, and he could hear Lin Zewu's vague words clearly.

Wen Chen passed by with a toolbox, and drove him in by the door: "But I can learn, so high school students, learning ability is very important."

Now Lin Zewu didn't say a word. There is a saying that "the more you answer, the more energetic you are."

Wen Chen signaled him to come in, and he went in.

Wen Chen told him not to walk around, so he just stood at the door.

Hearing that Chen locked the door, Lin Zewu suddenly came back to his senses.

"Wait, I'm going back."

At that time, Wen Chen was squatting in front of the shoe cabinet and tinkering with something. Under the warm yellow light at the door, his home atmosphere was much stronger than usual.

It seems to be more down-to-earth after breaking away from that bizarre environment.

Wen Yan, Wen Chen got out of the shoe cabinet and shook the cotton slippers that had just been dug out.

Blue and white striped.

Wen Chen shook his hand and threw it at Lin Zewu's feet.

"I'll leave when I'm done, right? I'll find you some slippers to wear, little white-eyed wolf."

Lin Zewu pursed his lips.

"unwilling?"

Lin Zewu: "No."

Wen Chen said: "I don't usually drink alcohol. It was an accident that day. Someone changed my drink. You don't have to look worried."

Lin Zewu paused, bent over to put on his shoes, and finally sat obediently on the sofa.

Wen Chen flipped through the shopping bag at the door and brought out the vegetables and eggs he had been looking forward to for a long time.

Lin Zewu looked at him, and suddenly asked: "Will the wine be exchanged?"

"Anything is possible when socializing, depending on who the other party is, some people don't bother to do this kind of thing."

Lin Zewu: "Have you ever been tricked?"

Wen Chen chuckled: "Who do you think I am? I've been in shopping malls for a few years anyway, and usually there are several people going together in such occasions. Even if I fall, someone else will take over."

Wen Chen said frankly: "It's just a means to achieve the goal. The so-called higher the risk, the higher the return, so you see, in the past two years, there have always been people who stepped on the line and were caught in, and continued to be reckless after they came out, but some people never They won't get caught, they have various ways to keep themselves out of it, and the benefits are sometimes more effective than adrenaline."

That's why some people will use whatever means they can. This is probably the case with the so-called lust for profit.

"If you encounter such a thing in the future, you can come and communicate with me."

Lin Zewu was surprised: "Me? I shouldn't meet you."

"I always meet them after I go to work. The forest is big and there are all kinds of birds."

Lin Zewu was lying on his back, lying on his back on the sofa, in front of his eyes was the slightly mottled ceiling, he was slightly dazed looking at it.

"Let's forget it, I'll just be an unknown person, and I can live a safe life with food and clothing."

This goal is mediocre, completely opposite to Wen Chen's great future.

Lin Zewu thought soberly, no matter from which point of view, they are not the same people at all.

Hearing Chen's movements, he was startled, and the conversation with Ma Yang came back to his mind, and the people behind him fell silent. This was one of the few times when he confided his heart.

After a while, when Lin Zewu gradually let go, Wen Chen said slowly——

"If only so."

Lin Zewu remained silent.

"That's easy."

I only heard Chen clap his hands to show him the direction to go.

"Your biggest goal now should be to get your high school diploma, and then work hard to get into college. So starting today, you will write fifty English words every day. Scallops will be punched in and sent to Moments. I will take pictures once a month and send them to your class teacher. "

Lin Zewu: "..."

In just one home visit, why did you even add WeChat?

The author has something to say: I want to change the name of the article, let me think about it (cheek)