you better leave me alone

"Still fighting! Do you know where this is!"

"Hey you! Just you! Don't spit here—"

"You have a new case that has not been processed, please accept it!"

Not far away was the bustling noise.

Wen Chen felt that he had returned to his sophomore period these days.

He was sitting on a stool in the police station, facing a bright red pennant, and a row of social youths were squatting more than ten meters away.

The film policemen were training one by one, watching each other's eyes, nose, nose and heart, obediently holding their heads and not speaking, with the yellow hair on their heads drooping.

beside……

Wen Chen turned his head, his teeth immediately became sour.

——The little liar fell asleep on the wooden table, looking very cute with his eyes closed, who knew that he would lie down with several hooligans by himself in the afternoon.

"Sign it, and you can go."

A policeman came from the side and handed Wen Chen a stack of papers.

Wen Chen glanced around, took out a pen and signed his name.The smooth and elegant signature is done in one go. Wen Chen usually only signs on business documents, and the projects he handles are hundreds of millions.

Is it too big a gap to be an executive during the day and stay at the police station at night?

After signing, Wen Chen was about to call Lin Zewu to get up, but when he turned around, he was sitting beside the wall leaning against the wall, his eyes were not the slightest bit confused, and he didn't know when he woke up.

Lin Zewu stared at the floor in front of him lazily, put his right hand on his left shoulder and pinched it, seeing that the man beside him was still staring at him, he let go of his hand and put it on his leg neatly.

"Look what I do?"

Wen Chen wanted to say something at first, but now he couldn't say a word, so he just handed over the pen.

"signature."

Lin Zewu's left shoulder was hurt by the sticks that were smashed, and he climbed up again. Finally, he took the pen. Hearing that the pen that Chen was carrying was heavy, he almost got soft and couldn't hold it firmly.

"understood."

Wen Chen watched him write coldly, raised his eyebrows when he saw the complete name, and pronounced his name word by word.

"Lin Zewu, choose Wu to live in, and there is Feng Laiyi. The name is not bad, Zhao Song, even the number of characters is different."

Lin Zewu: "..."

"Oh, you're still two months away from turning eighteen. It's nothing else, the ID card photo looks pretty good."

Lin Zewu: "..."

"You little liar" was written all over Wen Chen's face.

After completing the procedures, it was nearly nine o'clock in the evening. They stayed in the police station for nearly four hours. The moment they stepped out, the sky was dark and the moon climbed above their heads.

The temperature dropped several degrees, and Lin Zewu only had a thin overalls on his body. The cool air came in through the gaps, and he stopped on the spot and tightened his fingertips.

Wen Chen stared at the night in disbelief for a while, took out the car key, and motioned to the person standing beside him.

"Where do you live?"

Lin Zewu suddenly raised his eyes, a trace of guard appeared in his eyes.

"Send the Buddha to the west, and I'll take you home, high school student." Wen Chen raised the corner of his mouth perfunctorily.

Lin Zewu let go of his fingers, retracted into his sleeves, and refused him: "It's right here, I'll go back by myself."

Wen Chen looked at him, and finally kept his eyes on his black hair, thinking about something, his face changed two or three times.

"Row……"

Lin Zewu untied the uniform bag with his hands behind his back, and rolled it up in his hand, thinking that Zhao Qian could mess up in the past few hours, with one head and two big heads.

Seeing that he was about to run away, Wen Chen suddenly asked, "Have you ever taken money from Jin Mao?"

Lin Zewu stopped walking and squinted at him.

"What are you doing with the money?"

Lin Zewu put one hand in his pocket, facing him sideways, in a vigilant posture, he asked back, "Why are you asking this, what do you want to know?"

What do you want to know?Whether they will meet again after parting ways today is unknown, what can he want to know.

"Forget it, pretend I didn't ask." Wen Chen stopped the loss in time, and he changed the topic, "You study hard in the future..."

Hearing Chen's words just out of his mouth, he thought again: what does it have to do with me whether he reads or not.

So he simply greeted the boy standing on the edge of the steps.

"Goodbye."

Wen Chenmai walked towards the parking lot with his legs, and gradually drifted away, leaving a lonely shadow on the narrow path covered by street lights. The boy stood there and did not move, and he even looked a little coldly from afar.

"Tsk, I probably won't see you again." Wen Chen said softly.

When Lin Zewu moved away from the spot, Wen Chen was no longer in sight. He hesitated for a while, and he didn't have time to say a word.

In the end, his light words were scattered in the wind.

"……talk later."

Lin Zewu hesitated for a moment, then slowly walked in the opposite direction.

It's nearly eleven o'clock when I get home.

The lightbulb in the corridor blew out, and it was so dark that you couldn't see your fingers. Lin Zewu walked upstairs slowly by relying on the fluorescence of the mobile phone screen.

It was quiet when she entered the room, her bag was bulging on the bed in the bedroom, Zhao Qian seemed to have slept since the afternoon.

The phone was turned upside down on the table, and the light of the flashlight shone on the ceiling. Lin Zewu took out a set of clean clothes from the drawer with this light.

"Boom."

Lin Zewu closed the partition door of the bathroom. In the narrow space, there was only a beam of light from the mobile phone. After a while, hot air came out from under the door.

The hot water splashed on his body to get rid of the exhaustion all over his body. Lin Zewu hurriedly took a shower, and squatted by the basin to soak his clothes with a dry towel on his head.

After doing all this, Zhao Qian still hasn't woken up.

Lin Zewu left a small gap in the bedroom, then went to the living room to spread the quilt on the empty floor, the process took no more than 5 minutes, and he hugged the pillow and lay down on it.

"Ding!"

The phone charges and lights up in a dark space.

Lin Zewu squinted his eyes and closed it and put it aside, lay flat on the ground and closed his eyes wearily.

When all external interference factors are minimized, his own senses will be amplified, and he can feel the soreness and pain of his calf and left shoulder, as well as the subtle twitches of muscles.

After enduring it for 2 minutes, Lin Zewu lifted the quilt to prop himself up and searched for plasters in the drawer.

"jingle."

The supermarket work clothes hanging on the back of the chair were scraped to the floor.

Lin Zewu picked it up casually, he paused, and took out a pack of clips and a black pen from the front pocket of his uniform.

It is Wen Chen's pen, pure black with a dark gold edge, no matter where it is, it can't hide its presence, just like his master.

I forgot to return it after I signed it before, I guess I will see him next time... Wen Chen doesn't seem to want to see him again.

Waiting for a chance to return it, Lin Zewu pressed his temples with a headache.

He put the pen in the drawer, found a piece of plaster and stuck it on his shoulder, pulled the quilt and lay down again, closed his eyes and thought about the things that should be solved at home recently, and gradually fell asleep.

The night is getting darker, and the moon is hidden behind the dark clouds.

a few kilometers away.

"Click."

A man came out of the bathroom, wearing only a loose white short sleeve on his upper body, and gray lace-up slacks on his lower body.

Wen Chen came and sat down in front of the computer, thought for a while, and typed four words in the browser - Anlin No. [-] Middle School.

He clicked into the school forum, looked through many posts, and really let him find a post about Lin Zewu, which was last year.

Landlord: [Photo] [Photo]

Landlord: Who is this?Handsome.

First floor: Lin Zewu!The freshmen in Class [-] of Senior High School are very good at sports.

Second floor: ... Class [-], drinking and smoking burns your head?The last time I saw a few Class [-] students put pillows with emoticons printed on them in the class... I also heard that they cheated in the exam.

Third floor: On the second floor, let's have some spiritual declarations.

Fourth floor: Awesome iron juice!

In the photo, Lin Zewu was wearing a white shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, wearing pure white earphones, and carrying a bag on one shoulder, waiting for the bus.

From the point of view, it should be a candid shot, and the time is about spring, when all the cherry blossoms are in full bloom.

Such teenagers wave their hands in forum posts.

"..." Wen Chen closed the webpage.

High school students these days are wild enough.

the next day.

Lin Zewu could hardly get up in the morning, his left hand seemed to be tied with countless stones, there was a bruise under his shoulder, and even his fingertips trembled involuntarily.

Zhao Qian threw things in the room and screamed angrily. She was not in good health and couldn't drop heavy objects, only pillows and cups.

Lin Zewu replaced all the cups in this house with plastic ones.

These things hit the body lightly, if Lin Zewu in the past could catch it casually, today he just stepped into the door and was hit by the oncoming pillow so he took a few steps back and stuck to the base of the wall to stabilize.

With his shoulder injured and his center of gravity unstable, Lin Zewu held the pillow and took a deep breath.

Zhao Qian had never succeeded before, she was obviously discouraged, she wrapped herself up with a quilt, she didn't even dare to leave her head outside, for fear that Lin Zewu would throw her out.

"Come out." Lin Zewu tugged at the corner of the quilt, "Get up, eat and take medicine."

The battle of wits and courage with Zhao Qian lasted about 15 minutes, and finally ended with Lin Zewu's success.

With a shiny butterfly clip on her head, Zhao Qian was slowly chewing vegetables while holding a bowl, and she could tell that she was in a good mood now.

Lin Zewu dug out a bottle of safflower oil from the bedside table, and left the room with his heavy left arm hanging down.

The mobile phone that was left on the table had unread messages. When I opened it, I saw that Li Xun had sent him class notes. Even though Lin Zewu never returned, Li Xun sent them as usual. give him.

Li Xun posted a word more today.

Spaceman: "Come to school?"

Lin Zewu: "No, my arm is hurt."

astronaut:"?!"

Spaceman: "Who did it? Golden Retriever??"

Lin Zewu: "Yes."

Astros: "qaq"

After a while, Li Xun called. I don't know which corner he was crowded in. The signal was intermittent. He cautiously suggested: "...Do you want to call the police? I can be a witness. I still have the glasses I broke last time!"

Lin Zewu: "Reported, but it has nothing to do with you, hang up."

"Hey hey..." Li Xun hung up the other end without saying anything.

The safflower oil has not been used for a long time, and the cap was tightly sealed. Lin Zewu took a lot of effort to unscrew it, but after rubbing it a few times, it hurt so badly that he gasped and gave up, and put it on again. Apply plaster.

There are still more than three hours before noon, Lin Zewu is usually busy from afternoon to evening, and he can spare time to do other things in the morning - such as completing some homework to appease Lao Liu's restless thoughts of home visits.

Pick up the apple-shaped radio from the floor and put it on Zhao Qian's bedside, tune to the channel she often listens to, there is a song playing in it, Zhao Qian will be quiet for a long time when she hears this, sometimes she just listens to it Fell asleep.

"Mathematics...English."

Lin Zewu took out a test paper.

He held a pen and paper, moved a stool and sat under the sun, with English listening in his earphones. He half-closed his eyes and occasionally circled the answers. He could finish a set of test papers in an hour except for the composition.

Simple, very smooth, the correct rate is above 95%.

Lin Zewu stopped writing and put the test paper into the drawer.

There are already a lot of test papers that are also full.