you better leave me alone

I have to say that this sentence is very tempting, one less person persuading students, life is better.

Before Lin Zewu left, he picked up a bag of waste paper he made, and Wen Chen poked his head out from the bedroom, without glasses, squinting at the door.

"Put it at the door, and I'll take it down when I go to work tomorrow."

Lin Zewu subconsciously looked at the source of the sound, and saw that the tie was pulled loose by Wen Chen, and the collarbone was half-opened, revealing a section of collarbone.

Wen Chen noticed his gaze, looked down, and shrank back with a "whoosh".

"Remember to lock the door."

Across a wall, Wen Chen's voice was not as clear as before.

Lin Zewu tied up the plastic bag tightly to ensure that the pile of shredded paper would not be blown away by the wind in the middle of the night, and after saying hello, he took it to the door and left first.

back home.

The room was pitch black, and the clock pointed to seven o'clock.

The chicken soup in the kitchen has been stewed, and there is a faint fragrance wafting out.

Lin Zewu went to the kitchen to heat up the meal, then walked to the living room without looking sideways, and lay down on the sofa, the soft sofa was deeply sunken.

It is estimated that the sofa is old, and it made a faint "squeak" sound, and it exploded on the ground in the lonely environment.

Lin Zewu turned over slowly, breathed a sigh of relief, and set an alarm for 20 minutes.

"when!"

The phone fell on the carpet and made a dull sound.

Lin Zewu closed his eyes and lay silently for 10 to [-] minutes. The sound of the pendulum was amplified infinitely. After leaving all external disturbances, he returned to the real world.

Tired and busy.

Everything imprisons him in the center of the circle, and the current matter consumes almost all his energy.

"Di Di-"

After the countdown was over, he sat up with a sigh, and turned to the bedroom with his slippers on to wake Zhao Qian up.

Zhao Qian's dinner today is chicken soup and bibimbap.

It took Zhao Qian a confused period of time from falling asleep to waking up, and when Lin Zewu came in with the chicken soup, she was still staring at the ceiling in a daze.

He didn't even think of the daily routine of throwing things at people.

Lin Zewu asked: "Can I get up?"

Zhao Qian's eyes moved, and she didn't seem to want to pay attention to him.

"I'll help you, don't move around."

Lin Zewu lifted the fluffy and soft quilt from her body. She had to cover her with a quilt this season, otherwise she would get sick easily, and it would be difficult to deal with it once she got sick.

Lin Zewu stuffed a pillow into her back, then turned out the small foldable table and placed it in front of her, dug a spoonful of rice and handed it to her mouth.

"Open your mouth."

Zhao Qian is probably still in a daze, she can do whatever she asks, she looks like a normal person.

At least it overlaps with the appearance in Lin Zewu's memory, but it's a pity that it's been too long, and those memories are covered with a yellow veil.

Only the outline remains.

"cough……"

Zhao Qian coughed twice, Lin Zewu came back to his senses, raised his hand along her back, under the palm was the spine of the hand.

She is too thin.

"What did you think at the beginning?" Lin Zewu said suddenly.

It was because Zhao Qian couldn't understand at all that he was so unscrupulous. Lin Zewu raised his eyes and saw her strange but familiar side face. He suddenly gave up on himself.

"never mind."

Zhao Qian lowered her head and drank the soup slowly with the spoon in his hand, as if the ups and downs just now had nothing to do with her.

After dinner, Zhao Qian started to feel sleepy again. She ate less and slept more. It would be better if she didn't throw things with her hands when she was awake.

"A nightlight for you?"

Lin Zewu waited for a while, but before she strongly refused, he pressed the corner button, and the dark yellow mushroom lamp faintly lit up.

Usually Zhao Qian doesn't use this thing, but it is said that there will be thunderstorms in the past half month.

There were thunder and lightning, and the surroundings were still dark, which was a complete blow to Zhao Qian's half-crazed soul.

At this time, Lin Zewu couldn't sleep at night.

It would be much better with a night light on.

"I hope there will be no thunder tonight." Lin Zewu pressed the corner of the quilt, "I want to sleep well."

Lin Zewu couldn't sleep well after all.

In the early hours of the morning, there was frequent lightning in the sky, and 5 minutes later there was a loud bang, and even the night light could not save Lin Zewu from sleep.

Accompanied by Zhao Qian's terrified screams, Lin Zewu walked sleepily to the bedroom and sat by the bed for half the night.

"Shh."

Lin Zewu held her hand that was waving in the air again, and there were a few nail marks on his arm in an instant.

"Don't make noise, there are people living downstairs now, so don't make noise."

In the middle of the night, Zhao Qian pinched his arm red.

the next day.

The alarm rang on time, and Lin Zewu woke up from a light sleep. His back was sore and his neck was stiff instantly. Only the corner of the quilt that had slipped off the bed was on his body, and he wrapped the rest around Zhao Qian.

Zhao Qian had had enough troubles in the early morning, and now she was sleeping soundly with her back to him.

"Hold……"

Lin Zewu felt as if something was stuck in his throat, which was a sign of catching a cold.

He propped himself up on the edge of the bed and stood up slowly, shaking in place a few times to stabilize his center of gravity, and went to wash his hands lightly.

After washing up, Lin Zewu was sure that he had caught a cold.

Misfortunes never come singly, he has an exam today.

Fortunately, he took the language test today.

Can make up.

"cough……"

Lin Zewu cleared his throat, looked through the closet with a sullen face, found a thin sweater and put it inside, and he was wearing a coat outside.

When going out, Lin Zewu put on a mask and his hat tightly covered it.

As soon as I went downstairs to the crossroads, there were two "beeps" from the back as if to remind me of my life.

"What a coincidence?" There was a sudden sound from behind.

This sound is also strange, reminding people to recite words every day.

Lin Zewu turned his head and saw Chen's car parked three meters behind him.His eyes slid down, and the scratches on the front cover disappeared completely.

Wen Chen lowered the car window and waved to him.

"It's going to rain soon, get in the car, and I'll take you to school."

Lin Zewu said: "Can you make it in time?"

"In time, drop by."

Lin Zewu hesitated for a while.

Wen Chen urged: "Hurry up, the green light will come soon."

Lin Zewu was really too tired today, his back was sore and his body was weak, so he got into Wen Chen's car without the willpower.

"Seat belt." Wen Chen reminded, stepped on the accelerator, and drove out while the light was green. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed his attire today, "Why are you wearing so much? Although the temperature is lower than before, it's not winter yet, isn't it hot?" ?”

Lin Zewu: "Not hot."

Not only was it not hot, it was even a little cold.

Only then did Wen Chen realize that there was something wrong with his voice, and asked in surprise, "Have you caught a cold?"

"A bit."

"I have medicine in the car." Wen Chen pointed to the back, "The medical kit under the car."

Lin Zewu lowered his head, rolled up his sleeves, and said vaguely, "I've taken the medicine, and I'll be fine in a while."

Wen Chen: "You should be sleepy in a while, I will take you to the school gate, it will only take a few more minutes."

Without giving Lin Zewu a chance to refuse, Wen Chen turned on a traffic light and drove along the road to the school gate.

Lin Zewu lowered his head to unfasten his seat belt, a patch of heat felt on his head, as if he was measuring temperature, he couldn't help but startled.

Wen Chen was also taken aback, and withdrew his hand, curling his fingertips slightly.

"...you should go to school."

Lin Zewu nodded silently, opened the car door with unsteady hands and feet, and walked towards the school gate step by step.

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