you better leave me alone

The next day, early in the morning.

Heavy, hard to breathe.

Wen Chen couldn't help coughing lightly, barely opened his eyelids, and obviously felt a leg on his body, the man was more or less agitated in the morning.

This pose is too ambiguous.

"...fuck me."

Wen Chen quietly moved to the right, and he was about to fall off the bed an inch to the right.

The position is at stake.

Wen Chen held on to the edge of the bed, stabilized his body, lowered his legs while holding onto his body, and caressed the opponent's thighs inevitably.

The head buried on his shoulder moved.

Wen Chen pressed his voice: "Lin Zewu?"

No one answered.

On the bedside table, it was heard that half of the glass of water Chen put on yesterday had gone down, so Lin Zewu probably got up to drink it in the middle of the night.

"..."

Before Wen Chen got out of bed, he pressed the forehead of the person lying next door, and the temperature was the same.

Come down a bit, it's okay.

Wen Chen came out after washing, and saw Lin Zewu half leaning against the head of the bed, in a daze with sleepy eyes, his hair hanging limply on the back of his head.

Seems to have just woken up.

"Are you awake?" Wen Chen stood in front of the mirror and tossed his tie, "I may be late tonight, I have something to deal with."

"Ah."

Lin Zewu's voice was a little hoarse, and he raised his hand to pick up the remaining half glass of water, ready to moisten his throat.

Before it was delivered to the lips, it was intercepted halfway.

"Drinking cold water doesn't clog your teeth? It just happens to be a bit casual, isn't it?"

Wen Chen poured the water back, went to the living room to pour a glass of warm water, and handed it to him.

Lin Zewu looked at the cup, and there were a few bright red goji berries and red dates floating on the top layer.

Holding this cup, Lin Zewu instantly felt that he should be delicate and frail.

Wen Chen put on his suit jacket, adjusted the cuffs, and said, "I'm going to work."

Lin Zewu raised his head: "Goodbye."

Wen Chen paused as he prepared to put on his shoes, raised his head, and gradually narrowed his eyes.

Clinging to him at night and refusing to leave, squeezing him until he could only lie on the edge of the bed, when he woke up he completely forgot and didn't recognize anyone, with an innocent and cold look on his face.

Very good, very good, Wen Chen thought.

Wen Chen put down the shoehorn again, his palms itching a little.

The person who was about to leave suddenly stopped, with strange eyes, Lin Zewu even read the sign of danger.

Seeing him approaching, Lin Zewu asked inexplicably, "Forget what... Wen Chen! Wait—"

Lin Zewu's center of gravity was unsteady and he fell backwards, and then suddenly covered his waist.

"what are you doing!"

Wen Chen withdrew his fingers pinching his waist, leaned on his side and looked down at him. From the bottom to the top, his facial contour was very deceptive, indifferent and handsome, not easy to provoke.

Wen Chen said coolly, "Is it itchy?"

"Why don't you try?" Lin Zewu stared at him.

Wen Chen snorted coldly.

The sound made Lin Zewu's spine numb, as if he would be torn apart and swallowed in the next second.

"Do you remember what you did last night?"

Lin Zewu said righteously: "I went to bed very early."

"Woke up to drink water in the middle of the night and found nothing wrong?"

"It's dark, I can't see clearly, I thought I was dreaming when I got up to drink water."

Wen Chen smiled emotionlessly, got up and let him go, and left a dreamy and meaningful look in his eyes before going out.

Lin Zewu stared at the tightly closed door for a long while before sitting up slowly. After all this nonsense, he was completely awake.

What did he do last night?What can he do with his appearance?When he is awake, Wen Chen can easily suppress him, what else can he do when he is asleep!

"..."

Lin Zewu rubbed his browbones, took a deep breath and let it out slowly, he couldn't sleep and just got up.

Wen Chen steamed the milk-flavored steamed buns in the morning, the whole wheat toast he ate, and the remaining steamed buns were lined up in the bowl, still fluffy.

The light milk scent dilutes Wen Chen's behavior of five people and six people in the morning.

Lin Zewu ate four of them and consumed a small bag of mustard. If Wen Chen saw it, he would definitely feel that he was a good feeder.

In fact, Lin Zewu is really easy to support, as long as he has a stutter.

After breakfast, Lin Zewu called Dayuan.

"One week please?" Dayuan was very surprised, "Aren't you going to get into trouble again? Or the golden retriever group? Didn't you tell me last time that they got into trouble?"

"No, I went to the hospital for a re-examination yesterday. The doctor said that I had a severe bone fracture and asked me to rest for another two days."

Dayuan said "Oh" and said, "That's fine, you should heal your wounds first, it's not worth the waste, and a young body can't be damaged."

"Thank you bro."

"fine."

Hang up the phone, it's still early.

Lin Zewu took out a stack of draft paper from Wen Chen's desk, took out a pen, flipped through the notes sent by Li Xun, and planned to study when he had nothing to do.

Math, English, Physics...

Lin Zewu was studying and writing at the same time. He had a good mind, but he was not at the level of a genius. At most, he was better at learning than others.

He has a strong learning ability, and he can get twice the result with half the effort, but if he doesn't learn, he won't get any better.

This study lasted until twelve o'clock at noon.

There are still a few bags of vegetables in the refrigerator, which Wen Chen brought back last night, more than enough for a meal.

In the afternoon, cloudy turned to rain, and the rain became heavier.

Through the earphones and the cold and jerky English listening, I can hear the sound of rain.

Lin Zewu put away the clothes on the balcony to avoid getting wet from the rain.

The balcony was splashed with rainwater, hearing that Chen Yang's potted plants were full of greenery, Lin Zewu thought for a moment, and moved back to a potted cactus in the corner to prevent it from being drowned.

After doing this, Lin Zewu's fingertips were frozen stiff, and he only had a thin long sleeve given by Wen Chen on his body.

It's wide and loose, and it leaks everywhere.

The day turned out to be as cold as the weather forecast said.

Lock the balcony door to keep out the wanton cold wind.

Lin Zewu collapsed on the sofa, remembered something, took out his mobile phone and opened the electronic bill, the balance was not beautiful.

——After paying the money the day before yesterday, he didn't have much left in his pocket, and it was almost bottoming out.

Lin Zewu raised his arms across his forehead, thinking with a headache—just after repaying 3000 yuan, the crisis of debt appeared before him unexpectedly.

Money is indeed the heart and blood of contemporary people.

After hesitating for a long time, he picked up the phone and put it down again. Lin Zewu swiped across the names of many people one by one, but he rejected them one by one.

Finally, Lin Zewu found out a familiar name.

It took nearly 3 minutes to revise a message back and forth, and Lin Zewu clicked to send it in a flustered mood.

It didn't take long to post, and there was almost a second reply, it seems that it is not working hard.

Lin Zewu: Brother, I want to talk to you about something.

Wen Chen: Sure.

Wen Chen: We can talk now.

Lin Zewu: Don't disturb your work, let's talk about it at night.

Wen Chen: ...

Wen Chen: I am not in the company.

Not in the company?That is to go out to meet customers, let alone disturb.

Lin Zewu: Waiting for you to come back.

Wen Chen: ...OK.

However, Wen Chen didn't come back until Lin Zewu turned off the lights at night.

Didn't come back all night.

Wen Chen came back the next morning.

When entering the door, Lin Zewu was about to leave for the hospital, and the two happened to meet each other on a narrow road.

Hearing the scent of delicate women's perfume blowing from Chen's body, he impatiently burrowed into Lin Zewu's nose.

Sophisticated, elegant, even with the cheap fragrance of entertainment venues hidden in it.

It breaks the inherent atmosphere of this house.

Wen Chen saw him put on his sweater and trousers, looking as if he was about to go out, and slowly remembered what day it was today.

"Are you going to the hospital?"

Lin Zewu said, "Go get the report."

"I'll take you there." Wen Chen stopped him, then frowned, "I'll take a shower and change clothes, the smell is too stinky."

"It's delicious."

"It's very fragrant. I don't know which rich woman I thought I was next to."

Lin Zewu noticed the bloodshot eyes in his eyes, and declined politely, "I'll go by myself."

"It's okay, just stay up for two more hours."

"Boil?" Lin Zewu keenly captured the word, "Did you stay up all night last night?"

Wen Chen tore off his tie, hung it on the back of the chair casually, his neck creaked.

"Almost, I've been squinting for more than an hour in the morning, it's troublesome, I can't do without my company."

So Lin Zewu refused even more.

"You rest, I'll go by myself."

"How do you go?"

"Take the car."

Lin Zewu was empty-handed, with only a mobile phone in his pocket. When he went out, he happened to pass by Wen Chen, and Wen Chen grabbed his wrist.

"What did you want to talk to me about last night?"

Lin Zewu pondered and said, "I'll tell you when I come back."

Lin Zewu walked all the way to the station, and before waiting for 10 minutes, a bus happened to arrive.

Half an hour after arriving at the hospital, Lin Zewu stood at the door of Zhao Qian's ward, pressed the doorknob, hesitated for a moment, and slowly opened the door.

The ward was as bright and clean as ever. There were four beds in the ward. Through the outer aisle, Zhao Qian was sleeping soundly on the bed by the window.

She doesn't seem to have changed, and she seems to have changed a lot.

She was already thin, and it was impossible to be thinner, but there was a stagnation that could not go away between her brows.

It's obviously a neuropathy, how can there be troubles?

Lin Zewu stood for a long time, finally closed his eyes, and left calmly.

He has to go to the doctor.

There were three people lined up in the doctor's office. Lin Zewu stood at the door and waited for more than ten minutes before he was his turn.

The doctor was already familiar with him. Without a word, he called up Zhao Qian's report and read it carefully for a long time, with a serious expression on his face.

"Zhao Qian... is your mother, right?"

Lin Zewu: "Yes."

"She's not in good health."

"I know."

"You will basically not be able to move in the future, and it may get worse and worse. You have to be prepared for this."

Lin Zewu was very calm: "I know."

The doctor was puzzled by his indifferent expression: "You know?"

Lin Zewu said plainly: "When she was discharged from the hospital, the doctor told me that she might be bedridden for the rest of her life, and maybe she couldn't take care of herself, and in the end, it all depended on me."

The ability of each age group to accept the same thing is different. Doctors have rarely seen a 17-year-old high school student face the difficult life ahead with such calm.

It made him speechless.

"Since you know, I won't say much. In short, her condition is not good. I have read the medical records. She was poisoned by carbon monoxide and had multiple organ failure. Although she was rescued, her organs are still failing. , what can be done now...to make her feel peaceful, try not to irritate her."

Lin Zewu raised his head: "How long can she live?"

The doctor was taken aback: "This..."

Lin Zewu's eyes darkened: "Three years? Five years?"

The doctor stumbled a little when he watched him, and after he quickly adjusted, he said in a deep voice, "According to this degree of exhaustion, it will take about three years. If the situation is not good..."

Lin Zewu tightened his fingers.

The doctor paused: "We will try our best to save her."