you better leave me alone

Since the last time they parted ways at the police station, the golden retriever hasn't bothered Lin Zewu for a long time, as if he was a man with his tail between his legs after being trained by the police.

When I saw him on the road, I walked around, just staring at him from a distance, not knowing what he was thinking.

On Friday, Lin Zewu entered the school with his bag on his back before the school gate closed.

Senior Class 24 is the innermost one on the first floor.

Li Xun was urging to collect his homework, when he caught a glimpse of a person walking in the door from the corner of his eye, his eyelids twitched, and he leaned over with half a stack of test papers in his hands.

"Why did you come to school today?"

"Hand in your homework, or Lao Liu will have to visit home."

Lin Zewu took out a stack of homework from his bag and spread it out on the desk, then dug out a blank test paper from his desk and stuffed it back.

"What class is this morning?"

Li Xun said: "One section for Chinese, one section for English, one section for English, and one section for music. Would you like to join?"

"Leave after the first three quarters." Lin Zewu lay down on the table, "I'll sleep first."

Li Xun put away the homework he had accumulated for a week, scratched his head: "Okay, I'll call you when Lao Liu comes."

Ten minutes later, Old Liu strolled in with a book in his hand. He glanced around and saw Lin Zewu who was propping his head in the corner. He nodded in satisfaction, coughed and started to talk.

After three classes, it was nearly eleven o'clock, and when the get out of class bell rang, the last row of windows was vacant.

Lin Zewu went out through the back door with his bag on his back, and climbed over the wall from the previous place with ease.

Lin Zewu looked around vigilantly on the trail where he met Wen Chen on the narrow road, but no one caught him halfway.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Wen Chen's return last time was purely accidental, and they will indeed never see each other again.

Lin Zewu quickened his pace to leave, and after walking more than ten meters, someone yelled at him.

"Hey, that one over there is you!" The gangster squatting on the side of the road rolled a few empty beer bottles by his feet, he whistled melodiously, "You look familiar."

Lin Zewu's expression was indifferent, and he walked straight past, ignoring him.

But the footsteps behind him were getting closer and closer, and there was even a faint tendency to increase.

"The surname is Lin."

When he walked into a deep alley, someone called him from behind.

The voice was very familiar, and it had been a while since he had appeared in front of him.

Lin Zewu paused, feeling inexplicable fear in his heart.

Before he could react, he lost his sight, and the light came in sparsely from the rough, dark yellow cloth.

"I've caught you!"

While the sack was covering Lin Zewu, a sap was swung from top to bottom. The shoulder injury was not completely healed, and he was hit several times. Lin Zewu was stunned at that moment. stand up.

"Hit me hard! I finally caught you." The golden retriever cursed in a rough voice, "Dare to call the police, I will see how you call the police this time! Take it away!"

A few people rushed up from the side, picked up the sack and ran away, Lin Zewu's struggle seemed to disappear.

The moment Lin Zewu took off the sack, he closed his eyes abruptly, and only after the dazzling feeling passed did he see where he was.

——Golden Retriever threw him deep in a certain alley, the intersection was full of scattered garbage bags, and the takeaway boxes were scattered all over the floor.

This place is about three kilometers away from Anlin No. [-] Middle School.

"Aren't you very capable?" Jin Mao kicked him in the stomach.

Lin Zewu curled up abruptly.

Immediately afterwards, Jin Mao grabbed the hair on the back of his head and knocked it against the wall: "Why don't you talk?"

Blood flowed from his forehead, and his vision was bright red.

Lin Zewu's lips moved.

The golden retriever approached and asked doubtfully, "What did you say?"

Lin Zewu forced out a few words between his teeth: "...a dog."

"Fuck!" Jin Mao pushed him to the ground and greeted with a distorted expression, "Fuck him and beat him to death!"

As soon as the words fell, merciless beatings rained down.

Waist, back, shoulders...

When Lin Zewu was beaten, he thought vaguely that in two days he would go for an injury appraisal by himself, and if he could lock the golden retriever in for a long time, the land would finally be clean.

"You cheated me twice, and you have to let my brothers vent their anger, don't you think so?" Jin Mao grabbed his collar and patted his cheek, "Otherwise, where will I save my face?"

There are no rules for the gangsters to beat people, how to vent their anger, the most severely affected is the back, Lin Zewu huddled in a corner, his face was covered with a layer of dust.

The stench of garbage lingered in his nostrils, mixed with dust and mud, and the bloody smell from his body.

"Boss, this kid is vomiting blood!"

I don't know how long he was beaten, it was so long that even the pain was numb, Lin Zewu's vision gradually blurred.Someone stretched out a finger under his nose, and that finger was even trembling.

"Boss, I still have some gas, it's almost gone..."

"Go, go, go!"

The sound of panicked footsteps gradually receded, disappearing within the range he could perceive.

……it's over?

Lin Zewu was panting violently, his dull senses seemed unable to feel the existence of half of his body.

It's not that he hasn't been beaten before, he's been beaten like this since he was a child, but this time it's a bit ruthless.

From fainting to incomplete sobriety, when Lin Zewu regained consciousness, it was already dark, and he didn't know what time it was, and he couldn't hear other sounds, except occasionally a few cicadas rang out.

"cough……"

Unable to move his left hand at all, Lin Zewu leaned on his other half to prop himself up stiffly, gasped for a while against the wall, and then slowly walked out with his legs.

He has to find a place with people, Lin Zewu thought deliriously.

Lin Zewu moved his legs mechanically, the pain gnawed at his nerves, and when there was a faint light, the world in front of him was completely extinguished.

He collapsed without a sound where no one knew.

The alarm rang at seven o'clock, Wen Chen finished washing, ate two slices of whole wheat bread, and drove to finish his side job in a peaceful mood.

Today he specially brought the math notebook from high school, he didn't expect this thing to see the light of day again.

There was no traffic congestion as usual on Saturday morning, and Wen Chen drove there for about 10 minutes.

He parked the car on the opposite side of the alley, locked the car and was about to leave. With a casual glance, he noticed a piece of blue and white clothes exposed at the entrance of the alley.

It looks like the school uniform of Anlin No. [-] Middle School.

Speaking of Anlin No. [-] Middle School, Wen Chen always thought of that little liar Lin Zewu.

What is it called?Chicks plot?

She's too young for her age.

"……what's the situation."

Wen Chen approached there hesitantly, and noticed that a small piece of the lawn was crushed, and there was a person lying inside, his face was pale and bloodless, the corners of his mouth, eyebrows and eyes were covered with bruises from beatings, the neckline was even spattered with blood, and he could barely see the slightest pain in his chest. The ground undulates.

"Lin Zewu!" After Wen Chen saw his face clearly, his pupils shrank in shock, "Can you hear me?"

cold, hurt.

When Lin Zewu heard someone calling his name, he raised his eyelids with difficulty, and saw Chen's face that he hadn't seen for a long time.

"elder brother……"

Wen Chen held his wrist: "Don't sleep."

Wen Chen was surprised the moment he held it, his wrist was a circle thinner than him, because his skin was white, and there were blue blood vessels on the back of his hand.

Lin Zewu said in a low voice, "I'm in pain."

After a pause, he said again, "I didn't lie to you."

Wen Chen was stunned.

Lin Zewu tried his best to raise his fingers to hold Wen Chen's neatly ironed suit trouser legs. His fingertips were stained with dirty plaster and dried blood, which was incompatible with his arrogance.

Lin Zewu said hoarsely: "I didn't take their money..."

It's like opening a box.

"I'll take you to the hospital." Wen Chen reached under his knees and picked him up. Although he was almost eighteen, he was not heavy enough. Seeing that he was lying down, Wen Chen asked, "Who beat him?" you?"

Lin Zewu didn't make a sound, closed his eyes tightly and breathed lightly and shallowly, but kept whispering a word between his lips and teeth, and he could understand what he was saying - I didn't take their money.

Brother, I didn't take their money, he said.

"...the left shoulder bone was broken, it didn't grow well and was damaged, it needs to be taken care of for a while."

There was a strange male voice next to his ear, and his vigilance made Lin Zewu try hard to open his eyes. What he saw was the white ceiling and half of the three infusion bags left, and the unpleasant smell of disinfectant on the tip of his nose.

"Are you awake? See what it is."

Two fingers stretched out in front of him.

"two."

"Dele, your eyes are fine." The doctor scribbled on the medical record, reminding him, "Don't do heavy work during this time, do you know? You can't stay up late, eat spicy food, let alone fight... Do you understand?"

Lin Zewu was absent-minded for a few minutes, and the scene before coma emerged like fragments, he pursed his lips: "Doctor, what date is it today?"

The doctor said without looking up, "November [-]th."

Today is the fourth, Friday is the second, and he hasn't been home for two days.

Zhao Qian...

Lin Zewu struggled to stand up, but before he lifted the quilt, a man walked in with a lunch box in his hand.

"where do you want to go?"

Lin Zewu fell on the hospital bed panting, and said with difficulty: "I want to go home."

Wen Chen put a stack of invoices on his bedside, and raised the corner of his mouth coldly: "Okay, pay the money first, it's not expensive, it's three thousand and two in total, I'll give you a change, three thousand."

Lin Zewu choked: "I don't have that much money."

"I know."

Lin Zewu was taken aback.

I heard that Chen put away the invoice and said as a matter of course: "So remember to write the IOU."

"..."

"Ring the bell for something, there is no big problem at present, take good care of it."

After the doctor finished the examination, he led the people out of the ward. After they left, only Lin Zewu and his creditor were left in the room.

Wen Chen's eyes turned cold: "Let's write."

Repayment of debts is a matter of course, Lin Zewu woke up less than 5 minutes, signed a 3000 yuan IOU, suddenly felt hopeless in life.

But Lin Zewu came to his senses very quickly, and looked at Wen Chen with complicated and puzzled eyes.

Wen Chen folded the IOU and put it in the inner pocket of his chest, crossed his legs and sat on the edge of his bed, crossed his hands in front of his abdomen, and sat out of the negotiating room from the ward abruptly.

"Tell me, who beat you like this?"

Lin Zewu said, "Golden Retriever."

Wen Chen tentatively asked, "Revenge?"

"Ah."

"……why?"

Lin Zewu recalled it for a while, and repeated Jin Mao's words.

"..." Wen Chen's expression changed unpredictably.

It's over, he was the one who asked Lin Zewu to report to the police, and it was him who caused it, so Lin Zewu was beaten for him!

Wen Chen's eyes wandered over Lin Zewu's body, and he could see the uneven distribution of bruises on Lin Zewu's exposed skin, which was more obvious on his fair skin.

This beating was too vicious, and it was too unjust!

"...What did you want to do just now?" Wen Chen asked dryly.

Speaking of this, Lin Zewu tightened his grip on the bedsheets, because now that Chen Yao had become his creditor, huge capital oppressed him, Lin Zewu paused before speaking, and then he stumbled out.

"Can you lend me your phone? I need to make a call."

When Lin Zewu was hiding in the bathroom and making a phone call, Wen Chen sat alone on the chair and was lost in thought. What Lin Zewu repeated when he was half unconscious rang in his ears repeatedly, making him slightly dazed.

"Give."

A gauze-wrapped hand reached out, holding his cell phone.

"solved?"

"Ah."

"you……"

Wen Chen stood up suddenly, a bit higher than Lin Zewu, who took a step back vigilantly.

Wen Chen looked down at him. From his angle, he could see the back of Lin Zewu's white neck exposed under the gauze. He grasped the main point from his wandering thoughts.

I saw that Chen's face gradually became serious.

"Have you asked for leave from school?"

Whoosh!This question hits the point.

Lin Zewu: "..."

Lin Zewu: "No."

No!

One warning for absenteeism, two minor failures, and three withdrawals!

Why would a high school student have to face this!

Wen Chen's heart was turbulent, and he comforted him on the surface as someone who had experienced it: "Take the case and explain to the teacher that it should be fine."

This sudden gentle tone made Lin Zewu give him a strange look, and then silently nodded to express his understanding.