you better leave me alone

After giving the exact answer, Lin Zewu seemed to want to leave.

He got up and took off the medicine bag, took two steps outside, and was pulled back by Wen Chen.

"I'll go back and come back again." Lin Zewu looked at the dark clouds outside the window, furrows formed between his brows, his face was terribly pale, "I have to go back as soon as possible."

"You're going back like this?"

Wen Chen stood in front of him, easily stopping him by virtue of being half a head taller than him.

The blue blood vessels on the back of Lin Zewu's white hand were clearly visible, and the blood flowed back along the needle tube as a result of random movements.

Wen Chen grabbed his hand: "Don't move."

"I have something to do."

The anxiety on Lin Zewu's face could not deceive anyone, Wen Chen relaxed slightly when he thought of his family's situation.

"I'll take you back."

Lin Zewu flatly refused: "No, there is something wrong with my family, I can solve it myself."

He refused too quickly, not as fast as a rejection, but as a resistance-resisting others from invading his private area.

Even if Wen Chen is well-intentioned.

Wen Chen lowered his eyes thoughtfully, and a certain guess in his mind gradually took shape.

If what Ma Yang said is true, then what Lin Zewu values ​​most is his mother.

Rainy night, thunder, and a woman alone.

Wen Chen put it in his pocket, pretending not to care much.

"Don't think too much. I'll leave when I reach the fifth floor. I still have a job. You can come to the nurse to remove the needle later. I won't see you off."

Lin Zewu hesitated for a moment, and saw lightning flashing across two roads outside without a sound, and the residents on the opposite side closed their doors and windows one after another, and the street was suddenly deserted.

Wen Chen Yi pointed out: "I heard that today is a thunderstorm, orange warning, it will be the next night."

Lin Zewu gritted his teeth: "Go quickly."

What the weather forecast said was true. As soon as I stepped out of the gate of the health center, thunder came, followed by pouring rain.

Lin Zewu put on his sweater and hat, and wanted to leave with his head buried, but was pulled to his side by Wen Chen.

Wen Chen held up a big black umbrella and held his needle-pricked left hand. The warm touch passed from the palm through the fabric of Lin Zewu's sleeve to the cold skin.

Wen Chen squinted his eyes to look at the water pool outside the eaves three steps away, turned his body slightly, and the unique breath lingered in Lin Zewu's nose.

I only heard Chen reminding in a low voice: "Hold it up high, and the blood will return later, but there is no nurse to help you."

The corridor was as dark as ever, Wen Chen asked Lin Zewu to wait by the side, turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone to lead the way, and after walking two steps, he asked Lin Zewu to follow.

They came to the fifth floor without a word, Wen Chen stopped, and the flashlight shone backward.

Lin Zewu was so bright that he closed his eyes.

Wen Chen removed the light and said embarrassedly, "I'm sorry... I forgot to turn it off."

"I'll go up first, goodbye." Lin Zewu didn't care about this little episode, hurried upstairs, ran a few steps and remembered something, and said, "If there is a strong thunderstorm tonight, the switch may trip. Get your power bank ready."

It is quite unusual to bring your own power bank, but Wen Chen has been prepared since the day he moved in, and he has very low requirements for this small broken building.

Wen Chen: "Just don't leak the rain."

Lin Zewu: "I don't know, my house leaks occasionally, but my house is on the top floor."

"Hmm." Wen Chen didn't have too much hope, he waved his hand, "Soldiers are here to stop you."

His kind of elite was too down-to-earth, Lin Zewu couldn't raise any other opinions, and he still cared about Zhao Qian, so he went home.

The rain was gurgling outside the window, and the edges of the cracks in the wall were wet from the rain blowing in, exuding a gloomy musty smell, but the continuous rain made people drowsy.

The wet lining was attached to Wen Chen's body, damp, warm, and extremely uncomfortable.

"It's raining..." he murmured.

I don't know if this small broken building can withstand it.

The first thing Wen Chen did when he got home was to grab his pajamas and go into the bathroom, and rinse the hot water from the beginning to the end, and the whole person seemed to be reborn.

Under the roar of the washing machine, Wen Chen wiped his wet hair and walked to the bedroom. Since there is no study room in this house, his computer is installed in the bedroom.

Some work had to be taken home to do, and Wen Chen picked up his pen while feeling sad.

The surrounding area was too quiet except for the sound of rain, so that the rubbing sound of the pen tip across the paper was sharper than usual.

Wen Chen seemed to be able to hear the crackling sounds upstairs, but he couldn't hear them clearly. Except for the sound of the door closing when he first entered, the rest was covered by the sound of rain.

It seemed that those voices just now were just his hallucinations.

Wen Chen came back to his senses: "What big things can happen if you have a fever..."

Wen Chen stopped thinking about Lin Zewu's family affairs, and raised his hand to turn on the desk lamp a little.

In the entire space, only the lamp on the desk was on. This was his habit of working at night, and he could quickly concentrate.

After working for a full two hours, Wen Chen threw away the pen recklessly, leaned back on the office chair, and looked up at the ceiling in rapt attention.

Wen Chen slowed down for a few minutes, turned off the desk lamp, and groped towards the bed in the darkness. He lay down on the bed, and his fingers touched something cold.

It's his cell phone.

No missed calls and no unread messages.

The screen showed that it was ten past eight.

Eight ten?

Wen Chen worked his brain slowly.

Ten past eight!

Wen Chen woke up suddenly, and all the exhaustion and drowsiness after work ran away.

Lin Zewu's needle hasn't been pulled out yet!

"Bang Bang Bang!"

bedside.

Lin Zewu woke up suddenly, his back was covered in cold sweat, and the back of his left hand was swollen and painful. He pressed his forehead, and his suppressed breathing gradually became smoother.

Lin Zewu subconsciously looked at Zhao Qian. Under the light of the night light, she did not sleep well, curled up in the quilt and occasionally trembled, her slender fingers grasping his sleeves, neither tight nor loose.

The knocking on the door continued.

Lin Zewu pulled out his cuffs, propped himself up and walked out, his body swayed slightly back and forth, he held the door frame for a while, and his eyes were not empty.

"Who?" Lin Zewu asked.

"I."

It's Wen Chen.

Lin Zewu unscrewed the door lock with confidence, and heard that Chen looked serious at the door, as if he had something important to do.

"What do you want from me?" Lin Zewu opened the door and let him in.

Wen Chen looked at the back of his hand, where there was a band-aid.

"Pull it out? Did you pull it out yourself?"

Lin Zewu understood what he meant, and said, "Yes."

"You still do this?"

"I pulled it out for others before." Lin Zewu didn't want to talk about the past, so he avoided the topic, "You came to me for this matter?"

Wen Chen did not deny it: "If you have an accident because of this, then I will be guilty of a serious crime."

Lin Zewu said: "No one will settle accounts with you."

Wen Chen glanced at him: "As a quality, caring and good citizen of the society, can you not live with your conscience?"

Lin Zewu: "OK."

Wen Chen saw that his clothes were disheveled, and he was even sleepy, his eyes drifted to the closed bedroom door, hesitating whether to speak or not.

After talking about it, Lin Zewu could come to him for help, money or the hospital, but... Lin Zewu was not the kind of person who would ask for help.

Still thinking, the next second, Lin Zewu blocked his vision.

"It's raining, I just put some pots on the ground."

Wen Chen knew that he was changing the subject, but he followed his meaning and said, "You came back just now for this matter?"

Lin Zewu: "There is this reason."

Wen Chen Yi pointed out: "There are other reasons?"

Lin Zewu was silent for a long time, and finally nodded.

"Yes, but I don't want to say it."