you better leave me alone

The question pierced through the thin rain curtain and got into the ears of the proprietress, scaring her so much that her heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't help but retreat into the door.

Wen Chen's question really startled her.

"How do I know about his father?" The proprietress laughed dryly, and hid behind the door, "You really think I know everything?"

Hearing the tangerine peel, he laughed but didn't.

The proprietress was vigilant: "What are you doing? I don't know if you still want to force it?"

Wen Chen raised his finger and made a "1".

The proprietress: "?"

The proprietress easily understood the meaning of his gestures through more than ten years of experience in the world.

"Seduce me with money? 1000 yuan? Let me tell you, I don't want to do that. I took your money. Believe it or not, Lin surnamed me within two days. For a long time."

Wen Chen: "He won't, you can rest assured about this."

Before the proprietress questioned, Wen Chen said lightly again——

"But I might have to talk to my friend about the security issues near where I live."

The proprietress said in her heart that you are doing my shit while chatting with your friends.

Wen Chen's face was watery: "You can reach him by calling 110."

The landlady's complexion was as ugly as if she had been struck by lightning. She gritted her teeth and said, "...you are cruel."

Wen Chen smiled: "Thank you for the compliment, you are in the business world, you can't be ruthless."

The proprietress slammed the door hard, then opened it three seconds later, quickly looked left and right, and finally stopped her gaze on Wen Chen, who was calm in front of her.

"I don't know much about his father. What happened ten years ago, it hasn't been ten years since I moved back. If it wasn't for the big trouble at that time, I might not have heard of it."

The proprietress said something, and she let go of it. She tightened the shawl on her shoulders, leaned against the door frame in a charming manner, lit a cigarette, and the white smoke was lingering, and slowly lifted into the air.

Seeing that she was immersed in memories, Wen Chen raised his hand to look at his watch, interrupting her narration that was about to begin.

"10 minutes, I have to go to work."

The proprietress took a puff of cigarette stuck in her trachea. She covered her mouth and coughed for a while, then said decadently: "His father committed suicide in debt, wanted to cheat insurance, and jumped off the stairs without saying a word. No one dared to go out for a walk, and two monks were invited to chant sutras, and the smell of incense filled the street..."

"Speak the key."

Wen Chen didn't enter the door, and stood under the gray sky with an umbrella, like a simple listener.

His tall suit is really conspicuous, looking down from the sky above the huge city, he is so out of place with where he is standing.

The proprietress rubbed her cold arms: "Of course I didn't succeed, but he died, and those debts were not paid off. I heard it's millions or tens of millions? Anyway, I won't make any money in my life."

"Then his mother?"

The proprietress stood up straight suddenly, her boneless appearance disappeared completely, and she looked at Wen Chen in surprise.

"Have you seen his mother?"

Wen Chen: "Is it strange?"

"A little bit." The landlady's eyes darkened slightly, and she didn't say any trash, "It's beyond my expectation."

"His mother was turned into a vegetable because of those people's revenge?"

The proprietress didn't answer, she lowered her eyelids and looked at the corner for a long time, then turned her eyes and looked at him for a long time, before finally answering quietly.

"No." She sighed, "If I tell you this, I really have to go around him."

"What do you mean?"

Frowning, she asked back, "Have you heard of committing suicide by burning charcoal? She did it ten years ago and almost succeeded."

Wen Chen blurted out: "Does she ignore Lin Zewu?"

The proprietress looked at him amusedly: "Can it be managed? It's a problem whether you can support yourself or not. You have too many debts and you can't escape. She has no education and no job. What else can I do?"

She said this as it should be, and it seems that there is no second way to go, but judging from their current situation, there is indeed no second way to go.

Wen Chen was dumbfounded.

Seeing this, the proprietress hooked her long arm, and took out a box of products that were being sold from the store. Her complexion changed suddenly, and she began to chatter.

"So save money to save your life, Boss Wen, do you want to support the business? You don't need anything else, but steam eye masks. One box is 68, two boxes are 115, how about two boxes?"

"...Your store has a very wide business."

Seeing that she explained the situation so clearly, Wen Chen paid for two boxes and threw them in the car. Seeing that it was about time, he prepared to leave.

The proprietress smiled and said, "Go well, Boss Wen, I'll give you a [-]% discount next time you buy eye masks."

——But she was so lucky that she was discovered by someone and sent to the hospital for rescue, but she was unlucky, she was poisoned by carbon monoxide, she didn't die, but she became a vegetative state.

The turbulent traffic flows slowly on the road, like a huge blood vessel in the city, and everyone performs their duties and goes their own way.

In the car, Wen Chen thought of this passage from the proprietress from time to time.

It was ten years ago, and Lin Zewu lived alone for eight years.

long number.

Wen Chen was almost late today.

The card entered the office at the last minute, and the number of distractions during work was several times higher than before, and he only recovered after calling him twice.

Zhang Xun felt that his suspicion of falling out of love became more solid.

Taking the opportunity to deliver documents to the trembling interns outside, Zhang Xun wanted to enlighten him, but just as he put down the documents, he saw Wen Chen staring at the computer interface with a serious expression.

Zhang Xun looked at the screen and saw the title in bold, his eyelids twitched immediately, and he put his hand on Wen Chen's shoulder, stumbled and couldn't speak a word.

Wen Chen didn't look back: "What's the matter?"

Zhang Xun: "... Wan is calm in advance, there is no hurdle that cannot be overcome."

"I'm calm."

"You're very calm, so what are you looking at?!" Zhang Xun stared at the computer, "Burning charcoal to commit suicide? What are you looking for?"

Wen Chen closed the page, patted his trembling hands away, and said, "Increase knowledge."

"You don't need this kind of knowledge." Zhang Xun had lingering fears in his heart, "If you can't think about it, talk to me."

"I can't think about it, don't think about it, am I this kind of person?"

Wen Chen looked at the clock on the wall as he spoke, and there were still 2 minutes until lunch break, so he immediately decided to take a step ahead with his personal power.

He picked up his phone and walked out.

Zhang Xun asked panickedly from behind: "What are you doing?"

Wen Chen raised his mobile phone: "Personal matters."

Cleaning tools are placed at the corner of the stairs, the escape sign emits a bright green light, and there are bottomless stairs along the handrail.

Wen Chen went to the window, dialed Lin Zewu's number, and after more than a dozen rings, he was connected there.

"elder brother?"

The sound is relatively weak, with a silky tail sound, maybe just woke up.

Wen Chen said "hmm" and said, "Still sleeping?"

The last few times when I heard Chen asking this question, the last sentence was "Have you memorized the words?" Lin Zewu had already conditioned reflex.

"……I woke up."

A slight rustling sound came through the phone screen, and Lin Zewu seemed to turn over.

He didn't sleep well last night, and was woken up early in the morning by the pain. Today, he was in a bad mood. Wen Chen didn't let him go out, so he wished he could stay on the bed.

"Your mother is fine at the moment, and is still observing."

Wen Chen paused for a moment, tightened his palms, and the phone hurt his palms.

Lin Zewu didn't notice that something was wrong with him, and said, "I'm going to trouble you again about this matter."

"Fortunately, it's not troublesome." Wen Chen pushed open the window, the temperature difference made him think clearly, and his thoughts lingered for a while, but he couldn't say anything after all, and finally he said slowly, "I'm going to buy vegetables after get off work, are there any taboos?"

Lin Zewu pondered and said, "Probably not."

Between filling his stomach and living a refined life, Lin Zewu chose the former without hesitation.

"Not picky eaters? It's easy to raise."

Lin Zewu was used to his sudden cold humor, so he continued without changing his face.

"elder brother."

"Ok?"

"Where do you keep your medicine?"

Wen Chen was startled: "What are you looking for medicine for?"

"It's a bit hot, it's probably because of a bone injury, I've had it before."

Wen Chen sighed: "Under the coffee table in the living room, remember to drink plenty of hot water."

Lin Zewu: "...OK."