you better leave me alone

It was not as difficult as Wen Chen imagined, the words came out of his mouth very naturally.

Even at the moment of exit, the fog in my heart suddenly cleared up.

It was his own volition to break through this cover, and it was also his voluntary choice to hold Lin Zewu in the hospital.

There is no dislike, no desire to push away, and it is not because of sympathy.

Wen Chen clarified these few things.

Lin Zewu's eyes widened slightly, he almost let go of the cake box in his hand, he gritted his teeth: "Are you drunk?"

"Drunk." Wen Chen lowered his head, his eyes without glasses were clearly visible, "but I haven't forgotten."

Lin Zewu struggled and said: "You remember..."

Wen Chen: "I remember everything."

Lin Zewu was speechless.

Shame, and perhaps a hint of unknown panic, crawled into his brain one after another, and this feeling was too stimulating.

He even leaned back involuntarily, trying to get more air.

"careful!"

Wen Chen saw that he was about to fall, so without thinking too much, he pulled him up with all his strength.

The fragrance of the hair tip gathered at the tip of the nose, stronger and clearer than yesterday.

This high school student went home and washed his hair, Wen Chen thought.

The person in front struggled, Wen Chen let go, Lin Zewu took two steps aside, his earlobe was stained red, he pretended to be calm.

"Aren't you with your parents?"

Wen Chen raised his finger and pointed at it: "They asked me to buy some fruit."

"...don't make them wait."

As he said that, Lin Zewu passed him and ran upstairs quickly, but Wen Chen didn't come to stop him.

It wasn't until there was a clear sound of closing the door upstairs that Wen Chen looked away. He stood there for a while, and the breath of Lin Zewu was still lingering in the air.

Wen Chen raised his hand, and the palm seemed to still have the feeling of touching the other party.

Numb, soft, and a little itchy.

"Om-"

A shock broke the silence.

Wen Chen took out his mobile phone, and a name jumped on it, and he coughed lightly to cover it up.

"mom."

Meng Xiaoting said, "Are you back? Remember to buy a box of strawberries. Your dad likes strawberries."

"understood."

"Bangdang."

There was a sound of closing the door downstairs, it should be that Wen Chen came home.

Lin Zewu stood in front of the refrigerator for a while, until the refrigerator started beeping, and then he recovered from the state of ecstasy.

The cake was stuffed into the refrigerator by Lin Zewu, and he held the refrigerator door closed, letting out a breath of relief.

Slightly lowering his head, he could see the wrist protruding from the cuff, because of Wen Chen's relationship, there was a visible red mark around it.

Lin Zewu paused, some images from last night unexpectedly resurfaced, he closed his eyes, and pulled down his sleeves to cover that area.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the sound of going out sounded on time.

Waiting for the sound to subside and the sound of the car starting downstairs to disappear, Lin Zewu pushed away the small table in front of him, propped himself up to relieve his numb legs, and limped downstairs.

Lin Zewu took 20 yuan in change and went to the supermarket to buy a cauliflower. On the way back, he thought about making a dish of dried cauliflower at night.

back home.

Lin Zewu was holding a shopping bag, standing at the door looking for keys, when suddenly he was slapped on the back, and the key that had just been hooked on his fingertip fell out of the edge of the pocket with a "click".

Then he was caught by a hand from mid-air.

Lin Zewu subconsciously turned around, put his back against the door panel, and the moment he saw the person behind him, his eyes turned from vigilance to astonishment.

Lin Zewu was surprised: "Wen Chen?"

"You seem nervous."

Wen Chen picked out the silver key in the middle to unlock and open the door, he got up the slippers from the shoe rack with ease, saw Lin Zewu standing at the door, and waved to him.

"What are you doing in a daze, not cold? Come in."

Lin Zewu pulled the door open and said incredulously, "Didn't you go out?"

"I'm going out, so I can't come back?" Wen Chen took out a pair of slippers from the shoe rack and threw them beside his legs, "They are going to play on the boat at night, I don't want to go, a few days ago, in order to deal with them, I spent several I didn't come back that night. I just called my parents a car, and I came back."

"..."

Wen Chen's words are clear and logical, and there seems to be no problem with the logic.

Lin Zewu cleared his mind and said, "Then what are you doing at my house?"

"Let's talk to you."

Lin Zewu's eyes flickered: "There is nothing to talk about."

"Really, why do I think we can talk about a lot of things."

Lin Zewu was at a loss for words, he pursed his lips tightly, his brows were full of solemnity.

Wen Chen just stood not far away so calmly.

Lin Zewu closed his eyes, opened them again, and retreated, "Last night."

"Ok?"

"you're drunk."

"I know." Wen Chen stood in front of him casually, but blocked Lin Zewu's exit route.

"What happened later was an accident. I didn't take it to heart, and you don't have to care about it." Lin Zewu smiled relaxedly, "It's so embarrassing for us to always mention this kind of thing in our relationship."

"The relationship between us?" Wen Chen looked at him, "What is the relationship?"

Before Lin Zewu could answer, Wen Chen said again: "If you want to talk about friends, I haven't seen any friends who can kiss and then pretend nothing happened. That's called a friend, but we haven't reached this level."

Lin Zewu fell silent unexpectedly.

Lin Zewu is often in a state of silence, because of external factors or does not want to communicate with the outside world at all, but this time is different.

There was a faint hint of confusion on his body.

Wen Chenmai opened his legs and forced Lin Zewu to a corner. When he had no way to retreat, he stretched out his hand against his chest, with vigilance visible in his eyes.

"Are you..." Wen Chen deliberately paused.

"What is it?" Lin Zewu asked him.

Wen Chen lowered his head, originally countless words gushed from his mouth, but now they suddenly escaped, he looked at Lin Zewu's black pupils, and blurted out a sentence.

"Do you like me a little bit?"

Lin Zewu slowly opened his eyes wide.

"If you don't speak, I'll take it as you admit it."

Wen Chen didn't force him any more, he cut the mess quickly, turned around and walked into the house.

"What are you doing?" Lin Zewu followed, and then he realized later, "You think too much, I haven't thought about this kind of thing."

"Yeah." Wen Chen said perfunctorily, "Then just pretend I didn't say anything."

Originally, Lin Zewu made up several reasons, such as "I am still young and should focus on studying", but Wen Chen's change was too fast, and he suddenly stuck this reason in his heart.

This kind of thing was actually said by Wen Chen like bargaining in a vegetable market.

Standing a little embarrassed, Lin Zewu turned his eyes around his schoolbag twice.

"Do you have anything else to do?" Lin Zewu stood by the sofa and turned out his test paper without looking sideways. "It's okay, I have to do my homework."

"I teach you?"

Wen Chen sat on the sofa without hesitation, his movements were agile and smooth, as if this was his territory.

"no need."

"Refused so simply? Can you do it?"

Lin Zewu dragged a wool cushion, reluctantly sat opposite him, and said with a stiff face, "I know more than you think."

"What do I imagine you to be? Why don't I know."

Wen Chen's eloquence is very good, and he can play Tai Chi with ease, which is enough for the two of them to continue their conversation unclearly, and even follow his direction.

Lin Zewu simply shut his mouth.

So Wen Chen was also quiet for a while.

After Lin Zewu finished writing the math paper, he twisted the loose and tense muscles in his neck, and when he looked up, it was almost seven o'clock in the evening.

"brush--"

The sound of papers being flipped came from the left.

Wen Chen was sitting on the side of the sofa, with a small yellow desk lamp in his hand, and an unknown book in his hand, which was a thin volume, and he was about to finish flipping through it.

When Wen Chen Anjing was doing something, there was a kind of alienation and dignity, which basically made people ignore whether he was holding financial reports or children's preschool cartoons.

Wen Chen was keenly aware of other gazes, looked over silently, and saw Lin Zewu spinning his pen idly.

"Done?" Wen Chen closed the book, pressed his sore browbones, "Are you hungry?"

"Fortunately, I have no food at home." Lin Zewu cleared the table, "There is only cake, if you are hungry, I will cut a piece for you."

"That won't work. Your mother celebrates her birthday tomorrow. What's the point of giving it to me in advance?"

Lin Zewu shook his head: "Just leave her a flower, she can't eat too sweet."

"That's not OK."

Lin Zewu paused in his hands, and pointed his index finger downwards to signal: "Then why not, you go back and eat."

"I have been waiting at your house for so long, and you asked me to go back to eat? The boss of the company is not as cruel as you." Wen Chen was amazed, and pretended to shake his head, "You are too ruthless."

Lin Zewu raised the corners of his lips slightly: "Just kidding, I'll go buy it, you wait here, or go out with me for a walk."

Wen Chen chose to go for a walk.

It was completely dark outside, and the air was slightly humid. Lin Zewu added an extra coat and put on a hat to cover himself tightly.

Lin Zewu waited at the door and reminded him by the way: "Bring an umbrella."

Wen Chen took the small white umbrella from the shoe cabinet, pressed down on the chandelier in the living room, and the light dimmed instantly, except for a glimmer of light from under the closed bedroom door.

Very dark and very light.

"The night light is turned on for her in the room." Lin Zewu noticed his gaze and explained plainly, "If she can't get out, just lock the door."

Locking the door, they both went downstairs together.

Just after leaving the door, the proprietress on the opposite side just came out to splash water. After seeing Wen Chen, her complexion changed, and in a blink of an eye, she saw Lin Zewu next to him, and remembered that she had just covered him a few days ago, and her face could directly sink into the ground.

The proprietress looked at Wen Chen in horror: "You you you..."

Look again, the shoulders they bump into each other from time to time, and the ambiguous atmosphere.

The proprietress turned pale: "You guys..."

Wen Chen held up the umbrella, saw her from the corner of the eye, paused, and nodded in greeting.

The proprietress was about to faint, thinking about whether to pack up and run.

When the two of Wen and Chen gradually walked away, the raindrops fell, the proprietress stomped her feet, closed the door to prepare for a rest, and suddenly a man ran over from afar.

"and many more!"

It was a gentle little brother who ran over, wearing black-rimmed glasses and an ill-fitting suit, like a science college student who had just left society.

The proprietress became energetic in an instant, she raised the corners of her skirt, leaned against the door frame, and winked at him in all kinds of ways.

"That..." The little brother's face gradually turned red, he stumbled and couldn't make a sentence, "That, that..."

"Which one?" The proprietress blinked, and before he could answer, she introduced enthusiastically, "I see, this steam eye mask is 300 boxes, [-] two boxes, and this good night mask is [-] cans, dear." .”

"No, no." The little brother waved his hands frequently.

The proprietress clicked, she was not so enthusiastic, and her tone was a few degrees cold.

"what's up?"

The little brother said: "I want to ask the classmate who just walked past, do you recognize him?"

The proprietress was taken aback: "Which one?"

The little brother took off his glasses, wiped them clean, put them on again, and smiled politely: "That's the classmate who lives on the sixth floor of this building."

"..."