you better leave me alone

After the news, Wen Chen didn't bother him anymore. There were occasional footsteps downstairs, but after ten o'clock, there was no more sound.

Lin Zewu didn't know how long he had been lying down, but his brain was still excited, and he didn't have the slightest intention to sleep.

In the end, at an unknown time, he fell into a drowsy sleep.

Early the next morning, Lin Zewu put on his school uniform in a daze. Just as he went downstairs, he was blocked by Wen Chen, who dragged him into the car without saying a word.

"seat belt."

Lin Zewu tried his best to wake up a little bit, and put on his seat belt.

Wen Chen saw that he was unconscious, and said, "Didn't sleep well last night? Is the food I gave you so bad?"

Lin Zewu couldn't bear to close his eyes, and answered in a low voice.

Wen Chen saw that he was really sleepy so he didn't bother him, and sent him to the crossroads in front of the school to wake him up.

"What's your class for the first two periods?" Wen Chen discussed with him, "If it's not important, just go to sleep."

"……English."

Wen Chen: "I can't save you."

Lin Zewu unfastened his seat belt and got out of the car.

Before closing the car door, Wen Chen called to stop him, Lin Zewu bent down suspiciously.

Wen Chen said, "I'll pick you up in the afternoon at this intersection."

Lin Zewu said: "No, I'll go back by car, and it's especially trafficked when school is over."

Wen Chen said: "What are you going to do if a pervert specially hides on the bus and blocks you?"

Lin Zewu hesitated for a moment, and Wen Chen unilaterally decided to pick him up from school.

Hearing that Chen was rushing to work, he told him to go in quickly. Lin Zewu didn't take two steps over there, but the car whizzed by behind him.

All the way to the company went smoothly, Wen Chen had just entered the door, and was stopped by the front desk, a girl in her early twenties at the front desk, it was very difficult to carry the things.

"Mr. Wen, I have your package."

"mine?"

Wen Chen lowered his eyes to check, and the recipient did indeed have his name written on it, but he didn't know who sent it.

"Who brought it?"

The front desk said: "I don't know."

Wen Chen thought for a while, but instead of moving the box in, he looked for scissors on the front desk to cut the seal.

—There are two bottles of good wine in it.

Seeing these things, Wen Chen almost understood, which partner was probably showing his favor.

This kind of thing often happens, but there are really not many people who are sent to the company openly.

There was also a business card in the package. The name should be a small boss that Wen Chen had just met some time ago, and the cooperation is still under consideration.

"The courier left?"

The front desk said: "No, it should be receiving the mail."

Wen Chen pushed the box back, leaving only the phone number, and said, "Seal it, return it."

"Ok."

Zhang Xun stayed in the office early, looking at the computer screen with a sad face.

They were in a big office, facing each other, Wen Chen opened his door, left it open, and dialed the phone number on his business card.

It rang several times before the other end picked it up.

"Which one?" The other end was quiet for a while, then suddenly said, "Oh, Mr. Wen!"

"Mr. Li, right? I received the things, but our company has rules, and you know the current situation, so no mistakes can be made, so I sent the things to you, and I kept the business card."

"what did you say?"

The background sound was noisy, and the other party didn't hear what Chen said at all.

"Wait a minute! It's a bit noisy." The other party seemed to be walking, and after a few seconds, he picked up the phone again. This time the voice was much clearer, "You said."

Wen Chen said the words again.

The other end stuck strangely, and then pretended to be casual: "Those wines...you can return them as soon as you return them. They are not worth much anyway. Please be more careful when it comes to work."

"It's right to be careful, it's my job."

Wen Chen exchanged some pleasantries, then hurriedly hung up the phone on the pretext of having a meeting.

"Dong dong."

At the door, Zhang Xun was standing.

"You didn't close the door, I didn't push it open."

"I know."

Zhang Xun put the documents on his desk: "We will have a meeting later, two meetings in a row."

Wen Chen was surprised: "What time does it open?"

"No matter how late you get off work, it's time to end." Zhang Xun thought about it, and felt that his words were wrong, "What's the matter, which girl do you have an appointment with at night?"

Wen Chen pursed the corners of his mouth and smiled slightly, his smile was different from his usual painting style.

In an instant, his secondary school image of "single until death" imprinted in Zhang Xun's heart since college was shattered.

Zhang Xun was surprised: "What's the situation? You laughed so hard that my back went cold."

Wen Chen restrained his smile, and said solemnly: "During working hours, go out to work."

Full of doubts, Zhang Xun was kicked out of the office. Looking back, Wen Chen closed the office door.

At the end of the day, the whole company was in a meeting with dark shadows on their heads. As soon as the word "meeting was adjourned", the meeting room dispersed at a speed comparable to that of zombies besieging a city.

After Wen Chen finished his work, he grabbed the car keys and walked out.

Driving to the intersection of the school, Lin Zewu was already waiting there.

Seeing the car coming, Lin Zewu picked up his mobile phone and went around to the side of the car silently, and sat in the passenger seat without saying a word.

"What time did it come out?"

"Not long after, I sat in the classroom for a while."

Wen Chen tapped the steering wheel with his fingers, the wipers swiped back and forth, and the car was quiet for a few minutes.

While waiting for the red light, Wen Chen said, "Is there too much homework?"

Lin Zewu replied: "I just finished it at school."

"Okay, let's go eat then."

The two of them didn't go to any high-end restaurants. They heard that Chen had a house loan and a car loan, and he had no money to be self-willed. In the end, they went to a tea restaurant with a better appearance.

The price is not expensive, a large pot of sashimi porridge costs more than ten yuan, and there are other snacks.

"Is there anything you don't understand in class?" During the meal, Wen Chen chatted about it.

Lin Zewu held the spoon, thought for a while and said, "How much, I'm going to think about it when I go back."

Wen Chenyi pointed out: "Just think for yourself?"

"..."

Lin Zewu paused, raised his eyelids, looked around quickly, and said, "I'm not familiar with the teacher."

Wen Chen slowly tore open the outer packaging of the wet wipes: "Well, I'm not familiar with the teacher."

Seeing his movements, Lin Zewu suddenly felt a cool feeling of being torn apart.

He swallowed the fish fillet in his mouth and said after deliberation: "You are usually too busy."

Wen Chen spread out the wet wipes, folded them into a square, and raised his hand to cover the corner of Lin Zewu's mouth, which was a little ostentatious.

"...I can do it myself." Lin Zewu took the wet tissue.

Wen Chen let go, and then snapped his fingers in front of him very smoothly, Lin Zewu looked along.

"Be aboveboard, we are not cheating."

Lin Zewu: "I'm not aboveboard."

Wen Chen said with a smile: "Do you seem aboveboard? But if you don't be so shy, the little girl at the front desk won't look at you several times."

Lin Zewu wanted to say that he wasn't shy, but he didn't know how to prove that he wasn't, so he finished the last half bowl of porridge in a daze.

Wen Chen put the last shrimp dumpling in his bowl, and said flatly, "Relax, it's not shameful."

Lin Zewu was stunned: "That's not what I meant."

"Yeah." Wen Chen put down his chopsticks, his posture was very calm, "No one has told you about this before, I will tell you later."

No one had educated him before. Lin Zewu has lived until now, and his knowledge of certain parts is quite superficial. Adjustment.

But no one ever talked about teaching him.

How to treat the views of the world, or how people communicate with each other, these are the most common things, in the environment he lives in, no one cares about them, and even he himself feels that maybe a few years older, certain concepts will fade away. Automatic ripening.

But this is not the case, there are some things that even time cannot change.

He knows what homosexuality is, but he doesn't know how to face it. He has a blank space in this field, waiting to be filled with color.

And the colors can be colorful, or they can be muddy.

Lin Zewu nodded slowly and said, "That's fine."

"That's okay?" Wen Chen laughed, "Why do you sound unwilling?"

Lin Zewu said, "No."

After dinner to the parking lot, they walked side by side under an umbrella.

Obviously there were several umbrellas, Wen Chen got out of the car and brought one—the smallest one—the two of them could only squeeze together.

After walking for a while, Wen Chen suddenly put his arms around his waist, and the heat of his palm climbed up his waist.

Lin Zewu was startled in place.

Wen Chen's face remained unchanged: "Be careful, there is water."

Lin Zewu lowered his head, there were several puddles in front of him, he replied: "Oh."

Lin Zewu has a thin waist, because he usually runs around and exercises enough, there is even a thin layer of muscles in his waist.

Wen Chen just stood still and said, "What food to bring back for your mother?"

Lin Zewu hung his hands by his sides, thought for a while and said, "I'll go home and buy a fish later, she won't eat anything else."

So Wen Chen didn't ask any more questions.

They walked around the green path outside to digest food, and Wen Chen took him home.

After parking the car, the two of them walked back and bought a freshly slaughtered fish on the way.

On the fifth floor, Wen Chen didn't come home, and flirted with Lin Zewu at the stairs.

"Come to me if you have any questions."

Lin Zewu asked back: "You know everything?"

Wen Chen said modestly: "That's not true, science is okay."

Lin Zewu said: "I can do science as well."

"So confident? Take it out and check it for me later."

Wen Chen pressed him step by step, Lin Zewu retreated back and forth, and finally leaned against the handrail of the stairs, Wen Chen leaned on the handrail behind him, wrapping Lin Zewu in his arms.

Wen Chen lowered his head and approached him, kissed his lips several times before letting go, and sighed.

"I can't see it during the day, and I can't see it at night."

Lin Zewu smiled and said, "Then I won't review anymore, I will come down to accompany you later?"

Wen Chen raised his eyebrows: "Accompany me? Oh, you still say such warm words, I think you used to take the cold route, who taught you?"

Lin Zewu had no way to retreat, and was forced to give up on himself and said, "It's taught by TV dramas, don't talk about it, I'll go back..."

Wen Chen supported the back of his head, blocked his next words, and kissed him like venting, turning his grief and anger into motivation for only being able to get along for an hour a day.

Before Lin Zewu left, Wen Chen called to stop him.

"In a few days, I'll take you to a place." Wen Chen pretended not to say the whole thing, but told him, "It's your birthday."

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