you better leave me alone

Wen Chen looked him up and down again, his eyes gradually became sharper, Lin Zewu couldn't help becoming nervous, his fingers curled up slightly.

"No." Wen Chen stretched out his hand.

Lin Zewu's pupils shrank.

Wen Chen pinched his cheeks, felt his rapid breathing, suddenly lowered his head and whispered in his ear: "Did you fall down, sorry to tell me, and went to hide and pack your clothes?"

Lin Zewu opened his mouth, the light in his eyes dimmed slightly.

"...um," he said.

Wen Chen stretched out his arms around his waist, and pulled down the clothes on the back of his waist, so that the back of the clothes was flat.

"Not organized."

Lin Zewu looked at the shelves without saying a word.

Wen Chen patted him on the waist: "What's there to be embarrassed about, isn't it just a flat fall on the first day? You have one more thing to commemorate than others."

Lin Zewu raised his head, he was taller than before, but still not as tall as Wen Chen, and even a little thinner than Wen Chen.

Wen Chen noticed it all at once, raised his hand and gestured twice, and pulled him out.

"bought it?"

Wen Chen walked towards the cashier and said without looking back, "I just bought a fish, and it took me a long time to find you."

Lin Zewu: "I will not get lost."

Wen Chen obviously didn't believe it, and he held his hand tightly, but his mouth was extremely perfunctory: "Mmmmm."

There were not many people at the cashier, and they paid their money and walked back along the trail with their bags.

Passing by a small shop, Wen Chen stopped.

Lin Zewu almost passed by with his head down, but after taking two steps, he found that he hadn't followed him. When he turned his head, he saw Chen standing in front of the small shop, thinking.

Today Wen Chen wears a very intellectual outfit, holding a bag of fish that was slaughtered alive, standing in front of a pink toy, with an inquiring expression.

The shopkeeper's little granddaughter bit her finger and looked at him several times. She was about to cry, and the bow on her braid was wilted.

Lin Zewu was about to call him, but Wen Chen turned his head, smiled at him, and stretched out his hand.

"Come, come here."

Lin Zewu wanted to say something, but suddenly couldn't say it.

The weather today is actually not good. A small half of the sun is exposed behind the dark clouds in the sky, with only a slight edge, but it is shining toward the world.

It also made Wen Chen so conspicuous in his eyes, and after so many years passed, it was still deeply imprinted in his memory.

"Oh……"

Followed his words and approached him, and stood beside Wen Chen before Lin Zewu spoke again.

"Little kid is almost crying because of you."

Wen Chen raised his eyebrows: "Me? How is it possible, I attract more children to like me."

Lin Zewu: "Which kid do you like? She's obviously going to cry."

"I want you to like it, who is not a kid anymore." Wen Chen pointed to the side, "Come up."

Lin Zewu glanced behind him, it was a height and weight scale, next to a row of magic wands, this big guy was particularly eye-catching.

Lin Zewu's face was full of rejection: "This is on the street."

Wen Chen turned his head and looked: "No one, there are few people around our house, just take a test, and it will come down in a few seconds."

"...I know, don't push me!"

Except for the school physical examination, Lin Zewu had never used this thing before, so he could only watch Wen Chen take out two yuan and put it in, and then put a hard board lightly on top of his head.

No more, no less, just two seconds.

When Lin Zewu went down, he heard that Chen Zheng was taking out a small note with his height and weight written on it.

On the way back, the note was in Wen Chen's hand all the time. Wen Chen looked at the note, then at him, and finally hooked his shoulder and patted him reassuringly.

Lin Zewu glanced at him.

"Don't be discouraged, let's try to grow before the age of 20."

It sounded like he was short.

Lin Zewu took a note from his hand and glanced at it, it was written in black and white——

Height: 180.2cm

Weight: 59kg

After that, he was over one hundred and eighty tall.

Lin Zewu said: "I am quite satisfied."

"where?"

"1.8 meters."

Wen Chen laughed angrily: "Who said you are taller? I said you have to grow more flesh. When I was your height, I could eat three bowls of rice in one meal."

Lin Zewu said: "Then I can't eat it either."

"I usually eat a little bit when I see you. My mother's cats eat more than you."

Lin Zewu: "...That's not enough, and I'm of normal weight."

Wen Chen wrapped his arms around his waist, pinched him through the clothes, and said, "I don't know how many clothes you wear in winter?"

Lin Zewu patted his hand away: "Fuck you!"

"What can you touch through the clothes?! Where did you think!"

Hearing that Chen was going to make trouble about his weight problem, just as he opened his mouth, Lin Zewu pushed him upstairs, entered the room greasy, and was pushed into the kitchen.

After entering the kitchen, Wen Chen automatically entered the status of a health chef, and after a series of routines, he couldn't even remember the shadow of the storm.

The commotion in the kitchen continued, Lin Zewu walked to the door of the kitchen, held the door frame, and said, "I'll go back."

Wen Chen reacted for two seconds and understood: "Okay."

Lin Zewu put on his shoes: "You eat first, don't wait for me."

Taking advantage of hearing that Chen was in the kitchen, Lin Zewu ran upstairs to feed and medicine his mother, and after putting him to sleep, he realized that almost two hours had passed.

It's almost one o'clock in the afternoon.

Since returning home from the hospital, Zhao Qian has been in a bad mood, as if half of her life had been pumped out.

She has made fewer disturbances recently, but she is less and better, and she dances crazily on Lin Zewu's nerves with precision.

Lin Zewu opened the closed windows to let the bedroom ventilate, it was no longer too dark to see clearly, and then quietly exited.

At this point, Wen Chen should have already eaten.

Lin Zewu didn't go down anymore, and sat down on the sofa, and took out the mobile phone left by ponytail from his trousers pocket.

Flipping through the photo album casually, he was still shocked by the number of photos.Some of the photos are blurry, obviously the ponytail is hiding somewhere, it's not a good place to take pictures.

Lin Zewu dug out WeChat, there were too many people in the chat column, but there was only one person at the top, and the note Mawei gave him was "Boss".

The two of them didn't chat much, and the other party sent an address, which Mawei specially saved.

Lin Zewu found out that this place is a bit out of the way, it is considered to be at the junction of urban and rural areas, Bishen Alley returns to the hometown, there are mixed fish and dragons, and there are all kinds of people.

Boss: If you have something to do, come here to find me. If you have nothing to do, dare to come and try.

Lin Zewu swipe across the screen with his fingertips, and save the screenshot of the address in his phone.

Half an hour later, Lin Zewu changed his clothes and went downstairs.

When he reached the fifth floor, Lin Zewu paused, and he turned to look at 503—the door was closed tightly, and no movement could be heard.

I heard from Chen that his company has been busy with projects in recent months, so he should be working overtime.

Lin Zewu hesitated for a moment, but finally did not knock on the door, turned around and went downstairs to leave.

One minute later, he left the building step by step, looking from top to bottom, under the whole sky, he looked like a black spot that was fading away.

in the bedroom.

Wen Chen stared at the papers on the table. He seldom couldn't concentrate when he was working, and he didn't even realize that the pen slipped from his fingers in time.

"Clap."

The pen fell on the table, and then rolled off the table.

Wen Chen bent down to pick it up, then patted his face, forcibly pulling away from the chaotic feelings just now.

As if sensing it, before concentrating again, Wen Chen opened the window inexplicably and looked out.

Empty streets, dilapidated building walls, nothing new as always.

"Crack."

Wen Chen closed the window again, shook his head helplessly, and felt that he was about to suffer from a nervous breakdown.