you better leave me alone

Wen Chen didn't work overtime today, and got home after six o'clock.

When Lin Zewu came to knock on the door, he was packing something. He was standing in front of the table with a shirt, trousers, and tie cuffs. He was standing tall and legs long in front of the table. Taking a photo could be directly used as a kitchen and bathroom advertising photo.

In front of Wen Chen was a glass bowl, which was his dinner.

Vegetable and chicken breast salad is so green that it makes people toothache, and it has a gloomy taste when paired with the rainy outside world.

"Have some?" Seeing him looking at his pot, Wen Chen generously filled the spoon for him, "You're welcome."

Before Lin Zewu handed over his ID card, he first received a pot of green vegetables.

Wen Chen stepped on the pure white cashmere carpet in the living room with bare feet, turned around and waved to Lin Zewu.

"come over."

Lin Zewu took off his shoes and walked over, put the dish on the coffee table, trying to ignore it.

"ID card."

Lin Zewu handed it over: "What do you need an ID card for?"

"Isn't it raining a lot during this time? If it rains heavily that day, we'll buy a ticket and go out instead of driving."

Lin Zewu doubted: "Up to two days?"

Wen Chen: "Not far away, in the deep mountains and old forests, live an early retirement life."

Wen Chen wrote down his ID number, returned it to him, and took out a pack of pepper powder from under the coffee table, and slid it across the table.

"How long has it been since you went out?"

Lin Zewu unwrapped the package, and said indifferently: "About a year, I went out last year."

This made Wen Chen a little surprised. He thought that the situation in Lin Zewu's family could not be escaped.

"However, the places I have been to are not far away, and I feel that there is no change. It is nothing more than going from one place to another." Lin Zewu poured pepper on the chicken breast twice, "Probably too close, go to a more It might be different in a big city far away.”

"What did you do?"

Lin Zewu recalled: "Taking pictures and videos, ah, my phone is broken, and the capacity of this phone is too small, I guess I can't take a few photos."

In fact, Lin Zewu didn't like to take pictures, but he would take pictures every time he went out, and kept these clips for Zhao Qian to see.

It doesn't matter whether she understands it or not, it belongs to cramming education.

"I have a camera."

Lin Zewu said: "That's great."

Wen Chen said meaningfully: "You did well in the exam this time."

"Well...it's okay." Lin Zewu replied slightly vaguely, "Almost."

The score was about the same as he expected.

Hearing Chen's continued questioning, Lin Zewu tasted the carrot, chewed it twice, and swallowed it without changing his expression.

Sweet, salty, and a little sour.

Lin Zewu tried his best to eat half of it, put down his fork, and sat on the carpet in silence, looking down at his mobile phone.

Wen Chen noticed his movements and didn't say anything. When he was about to finish eating, he brought a piece of cake and pushed it to him, with an expression of "don't think too much".

"Afternoon tea in the company, I can't finish the packaged ones. If I don't eat them, I have to throw them away. I won't touch such high-calorie things."

Lin Zewu and the chocolate on the cake looked at each other in blank dismay.

Wen Chen took advantage of the victory to pursue: "Show me the paper after eating."

As soon as the words fell, Lin Zewu's hand that was about to take the fork shook slightly, neither lifting it nor retracting it.

"what?"

Seeing his blank face, Wen Chen propped his chin, raised his eyebrows, and said playfully, "I'm just kidding, don't be nervous, hey, you little classmate, why do you get nervous when you mention study?"

Lin Zewu felt that there was something in his words, so he didn't answer hastily, holding back his words while thinking about the possibility, while biting a mouthful of the cake.

The cake just taken out of the refrigerator tastes slightly icy, but the taste is very good, and some bitterness has been melted away.

The surroundings were quiet and dark, Wen Chen poured mineral water into the teapot, then walked to the balcony, closed the wide open door to cover most of the cold air, and the sound of non-stop rain suddenly became dull.

Wen Chen came back and bent down to turn on the lamp next to the sofa, which was taller than a person, and sighed involuntarily: "Winter is really coming."

"Next week is getting colder every day." Lin Zewu thought he just moved here, so he asked casually, "Have you bought a heater?"

"not at all."

Lin Zewu's gaze followed him, and there were only a handful of sounds in the entire space.

"Usually it will be cold here at the end of December..."

Cannibal's mouth is soft, Lin Zewu was about to chat with him casually, the tips of his ears moved, the voice was stuck in his throat, he frowned and raised his head.

"Did you hear anything?"

Wen Chen was puzzled: "No, what's the sound..."

Suddenly he stopped talking, and the whole space quickly fell silent, except for the intermittent knocking in his ears.

Lin Zewu's face suddenly changed, his eyes flashed with vigilance, he got up and walked out, his voice slightly flustered.

"I'm going back."

"you……"

He walked so fast that Wen Chen couldn't stop him.

Lin Zewu almost walked upstairs two steps, and the force he used hurt his left shoulder bone, but the pain seemed insignificant under the current situation.

The door of "603" was still closed as it was when he went out, as if no one had come, Lin Zewu breathed a sigh of relief.

The sound of the key turning the door lock echoed in Lin Zewu's ears. He pushed the door open, but the lights in the room were not turned on, and the light was too dim to see clearly.

"Snapped."

Lin Zewu pressed the switch, and the light made him squint.

When he recovered, he opened his eyes suddenly.

——The bedroom door was open, but the person on the bed was gone.

"Zhao Qian!"

Lin Zewu hurriedly stepped forward, shouted, and suddenly found a shadow moving on the balcony, he looked there, and found that it was the outline of a person.

The light blue pajamas were bought by Lin Zewu last time for her to wear in winter; the shoulder-length hair was cut by Lin Zewu himself on a rest day.

Lin Zewu was too familiar with everything about her, and he could recognize her with just one glance.

At this moment, Zhao Qian's back was facing him, her hair was blowing in the wind, and there were countless papers scattered on the ground.

Paper?

Lin Zewu looked at the bottom of the sofa, as expected, his schoolbag was thrown on the ground, more than half of the test papers in the bag were missing.

It's okay, it's just tearing up homework.

Lin Zewu breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly approached her, ready to coax her back.

"Mom." Lin Zewu lowered his voice, never been so gentle in his life, "Is it cold? Come here and put on some clothes."

Zhao Qian trembled slightly, half of her body was hidden in the darkness, as if half of her body was wet by the rain, her lips turned white from the cold, but she remained motionless.

She was holding a stack of test papers in her hand.

Lin Zewu looked at the test papers not far away, and his pupils shrank after seeing the words on them.

"...I copied someone else's." Lin Zewu blurted out.

Zhao Qian raised her hand. On the test paper, there was a bright "75" score, almost full marks in the front, and she didn't do any of the final questions in the back.

Lin Zewu looked indifferent: "I copied other people's, you can tear it up if you want, they won't..."

"Do you want to be like your dad?"

Lin Zewu was suddenly at a loss for words.

She spoke every word, her voice, which had not been spoken for a long time, was hoarse like a mottled rusty knife, and even trembling.

"—Are you trying to kill me too!"

The blood on Lin Zewu's face faded instantly.

Lightning struck across the sky soundlessly, the pale light illuminated the sky, and also left indelible scratches in Lin Zewu's clear eyes.

Lin Zewu's face was pale and his tone was unstable, but he said clearly: "My father didn't intend to harm you."

Zhao Qian looked like she was going crazy: "You're lying..."

Lin Zewu interrupted her suddenly: "It's even more impossible for me to harm you!"

Zhao Qian leaned tightly against the edge of the balcony.

Lin Zewu clenched his fists and then gradually loosened them, a sadness that no one knew appeared in his eyes.

"Do you still remember what you did to me?"

The corridor lighted up in an instant and then gradually dimmed. The outside world was windy and windy, and the dead leaves circled and flew downwards, along an unknown track, or were blown farther by the wind, or rotted in the mud.

Wen Chen, who happened to walk to the door, paused, and his hand pressing the door frame was slightly stiff.

However, within a short while, the deadly silence was broken, and there was a messy and uncontrollable noise from the other side of the door. Along with the crisp sound of objects falling to the ground, Lin Zewu's voice pierced through the door and pierced into Wen Chen's ears.

Flustered, disorganized, and even threatened.

"Zhao Qian! I am your son—you dare to dance!"

"boom!"

Wen Chen pushed open the door and broke in, seeing the scene inside the house, his heart shrank severely.

Lin Zewu was lying on his stomach beside the balcony, half of his body was almost exposed outside the balcony on the sixth floor, holding Zhao Qian tightly with his left hand.

One step closer, and he had to fall too.

"Fuck." Wen Chen cursed, rolled up his sleeves and rushed to save people.

Lin Zewu was in so much pain that he couldn't breathe, the sharp pain in his left shoulder hit the top of his head, suddenly the pressure on his hand dropped sharply, and he looked at Wen Chen with a look of surprise.

"……elder brother?"

There was still water in his eyes, which was fleeting, Lin Zewu didn't want to be seen by others, so he immediately turned his head away, leaving only a cold and green side face.

Wen Chen forced a sentence through his teeth: "Don't move, I will pull."

Fortunately, Zhao Qian was light in weight and skinny. Wen Chen lifted Zhao Qian up for a while, and the two of them worked together to bring her back.

The moment he fell to the ground, Lin Zewu lost his strength instantly, unable to move half of his body, his fingertips visibly trembled, curled up sideways, suppressing the hoarse pain in his throat.

"Treasure life and stay away from death! Auntie, do you understand this famous saying?" Wen Chen threw her to the ground and brainwashed her, "If you fall down, the house price will fall! It's already shabby The house price is getting worse. When the time comes, what will your son do when he finds a partner? You can take it easy... Auntie, why are you always covering your waist? Your waist hurts? Did you hit something just now? Lin Zewu, what's wrong with your mother... ..”

Talking so dry that he didn't know what to say, after Wen Chen Chao grabbed two handfuls, he touched the arm of the person behind him, but the other person remained motionless, even breathing very shallowly.

The moment he met Lin Zewu, he couldn't help but let out a muffled snort.

Wen Chen was taken aback, and turned around. On the light-colored floor tiles, Lin Zewu had been lying there for an unknown amount of time, his face full of pain.

"Lin Zewu?"

"..."

Lin Zewu curled his fingertips slightly, and this movement alone caused his brows to frown in pain.

"Wake up." Wen Chen picked him up, gently avoided his left shoulder, put his arms across his waist, found that he was incredibly thin, Wen Chen said dryly in his throat, "I can't sleep, I'll take you to the hospital. "