you better leave me alone

Lin Zewu really couldn't fit that bowl of food into his stomach.

Taking advantage of Wen Chen's inattention, he put down the bowl and ran away. When Wen Chen came to his senses, he was doing his homework properly.

Wen Chen folded his arms and stared at his concentrating little face speechlessly, narrowing his eyes slightly, wondering what he was thinking.

Lin Zewu buried his head even lower.

Knowing that he was bothering him, Wen Chen restrained himself and walked away.

After taking two steps, he stepped back and said, "Keep your head high, be careful of myopia."

Lin Zewu raised his head silently.

Seeing this, Wen Chen went to do his own thing.

The days are long and short, and it is the end of the year in the blink of an eye.

Wen Chen has lived here for two months, and has long been accustomed to the rhythm of power and water cuts here and there every now and then.

On the 31st, the two of them didn't go anywhere, and sat in front of You Tin in a small quilt to watch the New Year's Eve party.

The tone of the TV was moderate, the colorful lights on the screen were too dazzling, and the host was passionate, but it was a pity that they couldn't lift their mood.

There are many people, all of them are beautiful and handsome, but unfortunately, few of them are familiar.

Now that Wen Chen suddenly mentions a familiar star, he will most likely think of Mr. Feng Gong.

It has been a long time since he has been exposed to the novelty of young people.

Thinking of this, Wen Chen became depressed.

Wen Chen felt that he might not be able to keep up with the "trend", or that he was old, so he turned his head sadly - Lin Zewu was also in a daze, and he didn't even kowtow melon seeds - Wen Chen was instantly comforted.

Wen Chen Bensan's decayed soul is alive and kicking again, returning to his youthful years.

Wen Chen, who was comforted, was quiet for a long time, and suddenly asked: "Water?"

Lin Zewu stared at the TV, with half a pack of melon seeds left in his hand, he licked his dry lips and nodded.

Wen Chen got up and went to the kitchen, after a while, brought out two glasses of orange juice.Lin Zewu picked it up and took a sip, holding it in his mouth for a while before swallowing.

Wen Chen Yuguang saw his delicate expression and asked, "Is it not good?"

Lin Zewu sucked his tongue: "No."

It is bitter, so bitter.

If you have oral ulcers, drink this cup, and you will surely heal tomorrow.

Wen Chen said "oh", but didn't reply.

When I saw eleven o'clock, I was sleepy.

"I'm leaving." Lin Zewu said to Wen Chen who was picking up trash in the house, and then closed the door of his house.

After leaving the house, the heating was lost, and the temperature difference was huge. Lin Zewu's fingertips, which had always been warm, began to turn cold.

Lin Zewu tightened his clothes and walked home.

After finishing the housework, lying on the bed, the New Year's Eve is coming soon, the bitter taste of orange juice in Lin Zewu's mouth has not been suppressed, and brushing his teeth is useless.

"Ding!"

The mobile phone beside the pillow vibrated untimely, Lin Zewu turned on the mobile phone to look boredly.

With just one glance, he froze in place.

In the empty and dark living room, the only sound left was his rapid breathing.

Those are two photos with brilliant fireworks in the background.

The second hand goes to the last frame, zero o'clock.

Suddenly, several gorgeous fireworks burst out of the window, silently exploding in mid-air, and passed into the ears half a second later.

After cleaning up the garbage, Wen Chen took a shower, but there was no movement upstairs, Wen Chen looked at the pendulum on the wall.

—It's twelve o'clock.

Unconsciously, the New Year's Eve has been completed.

Wen Chen is not very interested in the New Year's Eve.

Every year reminds him of being one year older, and in the new year, there will only be more and more reminders of marriage reminders here and there.

What's even more frightening is the Spring Festival two months later, giving red envelopes to nephews, friends' children, and colleagues' children...

These days, online transfers are convenient, and the link of "don't do this, I don't want me, I don't want it" is directly omitted, and there is no hesitation in receiving red envelopes one by one.

Wen Chen was terrified when he thought about it.

Wen Chen didn't plan to stay up all night, and slept until the beginning of the second year, when someone's chickens downstairs kept screaming "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh".

On New Year's Day, Lin Zewu had a holiday.

I didn't see anyone all morning, and it was almost noon when I wobbled down the stairs.

A simple gray hoodie, a pair of common black slim-fit pants underneath, and walked downstairs aimlessly with his hands in his pockets.

If you put it in the crowd, it will be very eye-catching.

Hearing that Chen's cleaning was almost done, it was so hot that it was difficult to move around, and when he saw him through the crack of the door, he couldn't help coughing a few times.

"Cough cough."

Lin Zewu paused, leaned on the railing and twisted his neck, and saw Chen Chong hooking his fingers.

Lin Zewu asked: "What are you doing?"

Wen Chen: "I haven't said anything yet, why are you so reluctant?"

"You..." Lin Zewu got stuck, and glanced at the bucket beside his legs, "You've been busy so far?"

Wen Chen took out his mobile phone and clicked twice: "Well, I will take you out to play in the afternoon. There is a lantern festival in the east of the city. Do you want to go?"

Lin Zewu shook his head: "I want to study, the final exam is coming soon."

Wen Chen raised his eyebrows: "No regrets? After passing this village, there will be no more shops here."

Lin Zewu touched his nose and gritted his teeth: "I won't go."

"Hmm." Wen Chen raised his chin and slanted downstairs, "Go on, I'm fine."

After saying this, Wen Chen Zhen went to mop the floor again.

Lin Zewu seemed to want to say something, but he didn't say it in the end.He buried his head down the stairs, walked towards the intersection as if holding his breath, and walked all the way to the bus stop.

The cold wind penetrated into the gaps in his clothes, Lin Zewu let go of his clenched teeth, and exhaled a white mist-like breath.

In the afternoon, Wen Chen went out on business.

Lin Zewu came home from the outside and walked to the fifth floor. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced somewhere and suddenly paused, and then his pupils shrank violently.

Photos were posted around the gate of 503.

Maybe the shock of seeing these photos again is less than half of the first time, or it may be that Wen Chen and him are getting more and more familiar with each other every day.

The simple idea of ​​"just falling in love together" took root in Lin Zewu's heart, and Lin Zewu didn't feel the collapse like the sky like last time.

He was just a little overwhelmed and helpless, because he knew that that kind of pure thought would only exist in some people's hearts.Individual differences lead to different ideas about everything.

Lin Zewu understood that this was inevitable, but he was a little bit at a loss when he had to face those different attitudes.

It all came down to him being young, not strong enough and not reconciled with himself.

Lin Zewu stood in a daze for a few seconds, then lost his expression.

He walked to the door, raised his hand and tore off about a dozen photos, but his expression was seldom calm. His nails were scratched by a bump on the wall, and there were blood lines between the nails.

Lin Zewu just waved his hands away and didn't care about the wound anymore. He searched the whole building, but found no more photos.

He took these photos to the top floor, burned them in a basin, and left only a note with a certain address on it, asking him to put 20 in cash there in three days.

20?

Chen Chao.

Lin Zewu clenched his fists.

It was his immediate boss, the biggest boss of the company, who was looking for Wen Chen.

Suddenly looking for him on a rest day, there must be something important, Wen Chen handed over the car keys to the waiter to park the car, and went to the restaurant early by himself.

Unexpectedly, the boss has also arrived and is playing with the tea set on the table.

"boss Zhang?"

Zhang Wei signaled: "Don't be cautious, sit down."

Zhang Wei is 48 years old, wearing a serious silver-gray suit, and his hair is smooth and shiny with pomade.He is usually unsmiling, and young employees are basically afraid to approach him.

Wen Chen opened the chair and sat opposite him, waiting for him to speak first.

Zhang Wei fiddled with the tea set, and finally handed Wen Chen a cup of tea.

"Someone reported you to me." Zhang Wei said calmly.

Wen Chen's fingertips stopped.

Zhang Wei covered the tea lid, took out a brown paper envelope from the leather bag on the left hand side, and slid it along the edge of the table.

Wen Chen put down his teacup and brought the envelope, which was not heavy, but a bit hard to the touch.

Open it up and there are a few photos inside.

The discomfort of being peeped made Wen Chen slightly frowned.

Zhang Wei looked at his face, trying to observe his expression, but unexpectedly saw nothing.

Calm, not even a fake smile.

In the usual working environment, Wen Chen is meticulous and considerate, and even has a cold and smooth disguise - able to choke old fritters speechless.

Wen Chen put away the photos, folded the envelope and opened it neatly, placed it neatly by the side of his hand, took a drink from the teacup, and seemed to have returned to his usual state.

Wen Chen put the teacup back, picked up a tissue to wipe his fingers, and then asked unhurriedly.

"What did he report me to you? Misconduct?"

Zhang Wei's eyes fell on the envelope beside his hand—Wen Chen didn't grab it or put it under his hands—but Zhang Wei was sure that he couldn't get it back, so his eyelids twitched slightly.

"Do you think you have a bad character?"

Wen Chen looked straight into his shrewd but complicated eyes, and said without hesitation, "I don't think so."

Zhang Wei knocked on the table, shattering the stagnant atmosphere, and then pushed the needle to the peak with one sentence.

"I heard that this is a minor."

"Adult."

Zhang Wei said: "This person said that you were a minor when you did it."

"Start? The other party's words are really... outrageous. It seems that they can't understand me."

"Eight | nine is ten." Zhang Wei said, "No matter what the other party wants to do, I care about the company. Don't let your personal problems affect the company."

Wen Chen said, "I understand."

"In terms of the media, keep an eye on it these days and don't let people make a fuss."

This is the end of Zhang Wei's words.

Wen Chen tapped the table with his fingertips: "When did you receive this photo?"

"Today." Zhang Wei raised his eyelids.

20, Lin Zewu couldn't get it out.

Three days later, Lin Zewu would not go either.

He has no inheritance and this debt does not belong to him.

But those photos... It doesn't matter to him, he is just suffering from the rumors of previous years again, but what should Wen Chen do?

Lin Zewu stayed on the top floor all afternoon, from the setting sun to the evening, at seven o'clock in the evening, he received a message from Wen Chen.

He sent him a video.

The place is in a tall building, and there is half of his shoulder in the photo, behind the shoulder is the river stretching into the distance, and the bright lights on the river.

Lin Zewu couldn't help calling him, and was picked up after two rings, but Wen Chen's other end was not as lively as he imagined, and the background sound was very quiet.

"Lin Zewu?" After waiting for a long time, Wen Chen called his name suspiciously.

Lin Zewu stood up and walked downstairs step by step with the iron basin where the photos were burned, and said, "Have you received any weird emails recently?"

Wen Chen smiled and said, "No."

Just send it to his immediate boss.

Wen Chen thought for a while, and quickly diverted the topic: "Did you send me something? Online shopping?"

Lin Zewu: "..."

Lin Zewu: "Is the thing I sent you a strange mail?"

Wen Chen: "Ah this."

Lin Zewu added: "I live so close, do I need to send mail?"

Wen Chen smiled: "No no no."

Lin Zewu was quiet for a while, standing on the stairs, the whole building was too empty, it seemed that he could hear his carefully suppressed breathing.

On the other end of the phone, Wen Chen waited quietly, neither urgent nor urgent, waiting for him to break the silence first.

Finally, Lin Zewu gripped the phone tightly and said softly, "When are you coming back?"

There were very few people in this corner of the restaurant, and most of the plates were left on the table. Zhang Wei left early, but the envelope was left by him roguely.

The hustle and bustle outside the window was blocked by the glass, and a grand banquet was held silently.

Hearing that Chen loosened his tie, a sense of tiredness that wanted to go back rose spontaneously.

"Now."

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-08-0123:49:17~2020-08-0316:59:27期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 2 Chuxiu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!