you better leave me alone

After talking with the doctor, Lin Zewu came to the ward silently, moved a stool and sat beside the bed.

Zhao Qian woke up twice during the period, and she was in a daze when she saw him. She seemed to want to say something, but she didn't know where to start. Maybe she had forgotten how to form a complete sentence.

Lin Zewu was stared at by her for a full minute, noticed her dry lips, and asked a question.

"Want to drink water?"

In general conversations with Zhao Qian, interrogative sentences are used as declarative sentences.

Before she nodded, Lin Zewu picked up the cup by the bed and went out.

There was still half a cup of cold water in the cup, Lin Zewu poured it out, and poured another cup of warm water.

On the way back, at a certain corner, Lin Zewu was hit by someone who rushed out suddenly.

The man looked tall and thin, wearing an ill-fitting suit, and hurried away with the materials in his arms, without leaving a word.

Half of the water was splashed out, and it was all on Lin Zewu's clothes. Fortunately, it was warm boiled water.

Just about to turn back and pour water again, Lin Zewu noticed something on the ground, which was a small black object.

Lin Zewu looked in the direction that the person left. There were people coming and going in the hospital, and he couldn't find anyone in the blink of an eye.

"U disk?" Lin Zewu picked it up.

Lin Zewu felt that this should be very important, after thinking about it, he went to the information desk to register the lost and found.

There was only one staff member at the lost and found office, and he was handed a pen after receiving the item.

"Please leave a cell phone number."

Lin Zewu wrote down his mobile phone number.

"A USB flash drive, okay, it's registered."

After finishing this little episode, the water in the cup became colder. When Lin Zewu went back, Zhao Qian leaned on the pillow and closed her eyes again.

Her complexion has always been bad, and it is almost mixed with the bed sheets.

When Lin Zewu saw this scene, his heart stopped for a moment, then he came back to his senses and walked over with his legs, the footsteps were so slight that he couldn't hear it.

Lin Zewu took out a thin tube and inserted it into the cup, gently shaking her awake.

Zhao Qian opened her eyes in bewilderment.

"Drink water."

The thin tube was brought to her lips.

Zhao Qian drank half a cup slowly with the thin tube in her mouth, then turned her head away, which meant that she was not going to drink any more.

Sure enough, within two seconds, she turned her head, leaving only the back of Lin Zewu's head, her breathing gradually calmed down.

Lin Zewu put down his cup, raised his hand to press his left shoulder, and twisted his stiff neck. He breathed out a long, depressed breath, and leaned against the back of his chair to look at the gray sky outside the window.

A stay is a whole day.

After six o'clock in the afternoon.

Lin Zewu tucked up the quilt for Zhao Qian before leaving, and received a phone call when he left the hospital.

It was Wen Chen calling.

"...haven't come back yet? How is your mother?" Wen Chen's voice sounded a little heavy, with a hint of the hoarseness of just waking up.

Lin Zewu stood at the bus stop, holding a two-yuan coin in his palm, and said in a calm tone, "It's almost the same as before."

"It's a good thing that it hasn't deteriorated." Wen Chen raised his hand and brushed back the hair on his forehead, "Go back to the supermarket to buy a box of tofu and some green peppers. I threw away the stock in the refrigerator."

"understood."

"I'll talk about the rest when you come back."

Lin Zewu called to stop him: "Brother!"

Just after taking the phone away and then taking it back again, Wen Chen pretended: "...Huh?"

Lin Zewu opened his mouth and said softly, "I...I want to borrow some money."

Lin Zewu hadn't done much to borrow money. He used to drink cold water and eat white steamed buns without borrowing money. Now the situation is different, there is Zhao Qian who has to spend money.

Lin Zewu had no choice but to speak.

Hearing about this matter, Chen probably guessed eight points in his heart, and he said without changing his expression: "Okay, I will transfer it to you later."

"It doesn't need a lot, just enough for expenses."

"Well, I know."

After hanging up the phone, a message popped up on the top of the phone, Lin Zewu clicked on it.

Wen Chen generously transferred 5000 yuan to him.

Lin Zewu: "..."

When he got home, Lin Zewu received a call from a stranger, and he turned the key to open the door.

On the other end of the phone is a young man who lost his USB flash drive, thanking him repeatedly.

"I picked it up by accident, so I don't need to thank you in person."

"I'm busy, bye."

Lin Zewu put away his mobile phone and closed the door. Just as he unlocked it, there was a sound of the door opening one after another.

"Click."

Lin Zewu subconsciously looked over.

At the door of the bathroom, Wen Chen came out wiping his hair, water droplets slid down, it looked like he had just taken a shower.

Wen Chen heard the movement and looked towards the door where the sound came from, only to see Lin Zewu looking at him.

His eyes gradually drifted away.

Wen Chen was surprised: "What are you looking at?"

Lin Zewu looked up slowly, stayed on the wooden door behind him, and said, "Put on your clothes."

After a pause, Lin Zewu said implicitly, "It's cold outside."

clothing?

Wen Chen lowered his head, he was only wearing a bath towel, and he threw the pajamas into the waste basket.

His long-workout, juicy flesh | is covered only by a white towel, and if the towel falls off, he has to walk the bird.

In this kind of slight sexual|harassment situation, it is heard that the tangerine peel is as thick as a city wall.

"It's okay indoors, I'll take a breath."

"..."

"What's wrong with your eyes? I spent tens of thousands on this body, please respect it."

"........."

Wen Chen walked into the bedroom without blushing, gracefully opened the closet, and suddenly flipped through the clothes where no one was looking.

"Pajamas... where is my pajamas?"

"Dong dong."

The door was knocked several times, and Wen Chen froze.

Lin Zewu leaned against the door, holding a set of gray pajamas in his hand, and said, "I put it on the sofa, it should be done."

Wen Chen took the boxy pajamas: "Oh, thank you."

Lin Zewu didn't answer, turned around and left the bedroom, the sound of tea being poured could be heard in the living room.

Wen Chen changed into his pajamas and walked out with a human appearance.

In the living room, Lin Zewu was writing something with a pen, Wen Chen pretended that he was studying hard and didn't bother him, and rushed into the kitchen with vegetables.

When he came out with the meal, Lin Zewu was already sitting on his seat, he had brought a bottle of beer from somewhere, and was pouring it into the glass, when the foam was about to overflow the glass.

"Drink not only cold water but also alcohol? Minors are not allowed to drink alcohol." Wen Chen took the filled cup in front of him, raised his eyebrows and took a sip, "It's mine."

"It was poured for you."

Lin Zewu handed over the rest of the beer, and then handed over a piece of paper, which was exactly the one he was writing on.

Wen Chen came to check it, it was an IOU, with neat and sharp handwriting.

"I may not be able to pay back the money these few months, but I will definitely pay you back before this date."

Wen Chen thought for a second, then put away the IOU: "Okay."

Then he changed his tone and distracted from the IOU.

"Who wants to see you just now?"

"I don't know, I picked up something he dropped in the hospital."

Wen Chen raised his eyelids and saw him chewing the vegetables slowly, his expression remained unchanged, as if he was hiding something and planned not to say a word.

Wen Chen put down his chopsticks, and said in a startling way: "Your homeroom teacher sent a message today saying that there will be a parent meeting next week, so let me pay attention to the time."

"Cough cough..."

Lin Zewu almost choked on the dish, covered his mouth and coughed for a long time.

"Never mind, don't have to go."

"is this okay?"

"It's ok."

"But he sent it on purpose."

"It's group hair." Lin Zewu blurted out.

Wen Chen Ruyuan was satisfied when he saw the change in his expression, even the embarrassment that he almost walked the bird just now was wiped away.

Probably because the parent meeting was too exciting, that night, Lin Zewu had a dream.

In the dream, he was sitting alone in the classroom of the parents' meeting, and was about to sneak out through the back door. Suddenly, there was a commotion at the door, and the next second, a man in a suit and leather shoes appeared on the stage.

This man is Wen Chen.

Wen Chen opened his hands and shouted with tears in his eyes: "Son, Dad is coming to your parent-teacher meeting!"

Lao Liu excitedly introduced to everyone: "This elderly father went to the xx hospital for a facelift, so he looks like he is only in his early twenties. I hope everyone will get a facelift more often."

The air is full of joy.

Lin Zewu woke up with fright, his heart beating wildly.

The beauty ambassador in the dream was lying beside him, breathing smoothly, but she was too close to him.

Oh no, he was too close to Wen Chen.

Lin Zewu moved back slowly, probably understanding what Wen Chen asked him before, "Do you know what you did last night?"

Wen Chen was too kind for not kicking him out of bed.

It was exciting in the dream, but it was even more exciting outside the dream.

Early in the morning, Lin Zewu got up earlier than Wen Chen for the first time, put on his clothes and went downstairs to buy breakfast, when he came back, Wen Chen had already woken up and was washing up.

"Wake up so early." Wearing a tie, Wen Chen scanned the table and raised his eyebrows after seeing the breakfast, "Why are you so attentive today? How many bowls did you smash while I was not at home?"

Lin Zewu: "...didn't smash the bowl."

"That's..." Wen Chen turned his head to look at the balcony, pursed his lips and asked tentatively, "Did the flower drown?"

Lin Zewu: "..."

Wen Chen's heart faintly shattered: "It's okay, I can hold on, just tell the truth."

"The flowers are not dead." Lin Zewu rolled the tea eggs over in a self-defeating manner, "Why don't I just buy breakfast?"

Wen Chenxin said that you gave me breakfast to let me deal with your head teacher.

Around eight o'clock, Wen Chen went out to work.

At around nine o'clock, Lin Zewu received a call from the hospital, saying that his mother was arguing to go home, and there was a lot of chaos in the ward, but no one dared to hit her hard.

Lin Zewu put down his pen, went out and hailed a car and went straight to the hospital.

When stepping into the ward, Zhao Qian was leaning against the head of the bed and sulking because she was exhausted. Lin Zewu picked up the clothes beside the bed and held Zhao Qian on her shoulders before she could move.

"I'll take you back, don't mess around."

Lin Zewu put away her clothes, swept up the shards of glass on the floor, and took all the materials to pay for the medicine.

Before leaving the hospital, Lin Zewu met the attending doctor, who was looking at the door with a teacup.

"Gone?" He pushed his glasses awkwardly, "Your mother is quite lively."

Lin Zewu said: "She throws things very vigorously."

The doctor looked behind him: "Wen Chen didn't come with you?"

"He's working."

"Oh, okay, be careful on the road." He said, "Let your mother take good care of her, and don't let her think about it."

Lin Zewu said: "I let her think that it's fine if I don't think about making progress."

Doctor: "Huh?"

Lin Zewu nodded in greeting: "Goodbye."

Doctor: "Hey, goodbye."

It's easier to call a car near the hospital. Zhao Qian's luggage is only two pieces of clothes. She broke the cup and couldn't take it home. It can be said that she left with nothing.

The taxi drove directly downstairs, and Lin Zewu was about to take someone upstairs when the taxi driver poked his head out.

"Can't turn around here?"

Lin Zewu pointed to the fork in front: "Go straight to the left, and you can go out by making a circle."

"Okay." The driver closed the window, stepped on the accelerator and rushed out, leaving behind a lot of exhaust gas.

Now that Zhao Qian is back, Lin Zewu also has to go home, so as not to cause trouble when she is full of energy in the middle of the night.

Lin Zewu planned to tell Wen Chen about this when he got off work at night, so he didn't call him.

But Wen Chen didn't come back at night.

Lin Zewu settled Zhao Qian, took a shower and sat on the floor. After eleven o'clock, he still didn't hear any movement downstairs.

Lin Zewu fell down with his arms outstretched. Because of the cold weather, he put an extra layer underneath. Even so, he could still feel the hardness of the floor.

"Om-"

As soon as I closed my eyes, I felt a sudden vibration in my ear.

Lin Zewu opened his eyes and turned on his phone to check.

It's Li Xun.

Astronaut: Ah Ze, next week at the Art Festival, come and book a seat if you are free.

Lin Zewu's tense nerves relaxed, and he answered him word by word.

Lin Zewu: I'll come here sometime.

Astronaut: ok

The hour hand slowly moved towards twelve, and the slow and regular sound of ticking surrounded the silent space.

Lin Zewu found out Wen Chen's name, hesitated for a few seconds on the number with his fingertips, and finally pressed it.

"Doo-doo-doo-"

No one seemed to notice.

Before Lin Zewu hung up, the communication was connected.

"Who's there?" A female voice came from the other end, with a broken voice. She probably moved the phone to read the notes, and said, "Mr. Lin?"

Lin Zewu was taken aback.

"...Who?" A familiar voice sounded from the side.

It's Wen Chen.

"...I don't know, I'm probably looking for you."

There was a bit of noise over there, mixed with the booing of other people, Wen Chen took the phone.

"Lin Zewu?" Wen Chen walked to a quiet place, the background sound suddenly became much quieter, "What's wrong?"

Lin Zewu said: "My mother was discharged from the hospital today, and I moved back. Thank you for these few days."

Wen Chen was surprised: "Discharged? So suddenly."

"The observation period has passed."

"Okay, be careful yourself, I still have things to deal with, it may be late..."

Wen Chen paused, remembering that Lin Zewu had already moved back home, he choked on the itinerary that he blurted out naturally, and turned into a sentence——

"you should rest earlier."