you better leave me alone

Leaving the east of the city, the dazzling lights were left behind the car.

In contrast, the lights near the deep alley are more gentle and peaceful, less invincible and easier to be broken.

Wen Chen bought a chicken on the way back, rolled up his sleeves and bargained with the boss for the price, and finally returned with a full load. The boss wrote "I didn't expect you, a well-dressed young man, to be so talkative."

Wen Chenquan didn't look at it.

"--rather."

Reversing the car into the garage, Wen Chen unbuckled his seat belt, and after losing the sound of the engine, the whole car fell into silence, except for the sound of his clothes rubbing against each other.

Before getting out of the car, Wen Chen pulled the dark layer somewhere in the car and took out those photos.

Wen Chen just saw clearly in the restaurant, knew that he was being followed and secretly photographed, and just heard Lin Zewu's overtones - he seemed to know it too.

Did that person also send photos to Lin Zewu?Why do you send photos to Lin Zewu? Isn't it just for him?

With no expression on Wen Chen's face, he put the photo into the dark layer of the bag, and then paused in vain.

——Is there anyone still watching him now?

After thinking for a moment, Wen Chen made a phone call unhurriedly.

"Comrade police, I want to call the police."

On the other side, Ma Yang was startled by his voice of "comrade policeman", and Laotan pickled cabbage instant noodles almost got stuck in his throat.

"Ahem...what's the matter?"

Wen Chen loosened his tie with one hand, his movements were casual, and he said every word: "I was peeped."

"..."

At night, the weather is cooler.

Lin Zewu was lying at the desk, with the constant wind from the window, an unknown irritability arose spontaneously.

Can't write a few questions on the topic, can't memorize the words, Lin Zewu forced himself to sit for half an hour, finally put down the pen, leaned back, took a deep breath, and then cursed in a low voice.

"……Hold."

Every inch of decoration in the room reminded him of the existence of this person, Wen Chen, and even the air smelled faintly of the bitter perfume he left in the morning.

This taste is so familiar that it even made him develop a conditioned reflex.

Lin Zewu opened the window a crack, got up and stood in front of the window, trying to cool down the mess in his mind, he lowered his head, his eyes wandered aimlessly.

The sky outside was completely dark, no longer the gray-blue color it was half an hour ago.

The canteen downstairs is still open, but the door of the massage parlor next door is closed. It may be that the weather is too cold to be too lazy to sell goods.

It's too cold downstairs today.

The street lamps on both sides of the road are on, stretching the shadow long, at the end of the shadow.

Lin Zewu was a little cold, rubbing his arms, and was about to close the window when he caught a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.

The lights in the corridor were not turned on, Wen Chen was so preoccupied with guessing who was behind the scenes today that he didn't bother looking for the switch.

Just as he was turning over the keys in the dark, he heard footsteps.

And getting closer.

Just as Wen Chen raised his head, the door in front of him opened.

"You're back."

Lin Zewu looked around, the walls were empty, and he didn't post photos while he was locked in the room.

Only the lamp on the desk in the bedroom was turned on in the room, and the light couldn't illuminate the whole room. It shone from afar, covering most of Lin Zewu's sharpness that he couldn't discard today, creating a soft illusion of him.

Wen Chen was startled, then he didn't press the corner of his mouth: "Miss me?"

Lin Zewu looked at him: "I thought you would come back later."

"I have nowhere else to go."

"Bangdang."

Wen Chen closed the door behind his back to insulate the outside temperature from being lower than the indoor temperature.

He casually asked, "What are you having for dinner? Give me some, I'm so hungry that I have hypoglycemia."

Lin Zewu was surprised: "Didn't you eat it?"

The dishes on the table are red and green, so festive.

Wen Chen put on his slippers and didn't turn his head back: "On that occasion, how much can you eat if you're patronizing and bothering?"

Hearing these words, Chen's face didn't blush and his heart skipped a beat, as if he really went out to socialize today instead of saving his job in front of his boss.

Lin Zewu said: "I made egg fried rice by myself, and I fed the last half bowl to my mother."

"Egg fried rice?" Wen Chen recalled, "I don't have much leftovers at home, is there enough to eat?

Before going out, there was leftover rice in the rice cooker, and the amount was not much. These days, Lin Zewu basically ate at his place, and there was probably no stock at home.

As far as the leftovers from Chen's family were concerned, Lin Zewu couldn't eat enough for him to grow and develop by himself.

Lin Zewu touched his nose: "I also ate an apple, which is almost enough."

almost = no

"..." Wen Chen was helpless, "Go back and sit down, I'll get some more."

"Oh."

Wen Chen went into the bedroom to change clothes, and walked around the room with his upper body bare. The belt was casually thrown on the edge of the bed, revealing the edge of his underwear.

Lin Zewu took his coat and planned to hang it on the bedside, glanced around, turned around, sat in the living room and didn't come in.

Wen Chen deliberately raised his voice: "Why don't you come in?"

Outside, Lin Zewu said in a muffled voice, "... blowing the air."

Wen Chen cleared his throat: "Don't blow for too long."

Lin Zewu gritted his teeth a bit in his answer: "Got it!"

While he was in the living room, Wen Chen opened the bag, stuffed the photos under the closet, and walked around the desk as if nothing happened.

Seeing the half-eaten apple on the table at a glance, the tooth marks are strangely neat.

It seems that Lin Zewu has good teeth.

After finishing these, go into the kitchen and start to stew chicken soup.

Put the pressure cooker directly on it, put the lid on, and throw two handfuls of shiitake mushrooms into it.

Lin Zewu seems to like eating shiitake mushrooms—but Wen Chen is not sure—he doesn’t seem to be picky eaters, in order to avoid starvation, he can eat two bites of everything, so he can feed himself without worrying about it.

After doing this, Wen Chen stood in the middle of the kitchen staring at the fire, and stood silently for several minutes.

If you look carefully, you can find that his eyes are slightly distracted, and he is not concentrating at all.

"What are you burning?"

A voice suddenly sounded at the door, Lin Zewu walked in and looked at the stove.

Wen Chen saw his eyes light up slightly, and his complexion returned to normal, and said, "Pay attention to me so much? Why don't you study hard?"

"I'll come out to pour water." Lin Zewu raised his hand to signal the cup in his hand, "Besides, the fragrance has drifted into the bedroom."

"The stewed chicken soup will nourish your body."

Lin Zewu stopped drinking water, his eyelids twitched happily: "I'm so healthy."

The chicken soup had to be stewed for 10 minutes, Wen Chen drove Lin Zewu to the living room.

After adjusting the fire, he went out by himself, and Lin Zewu was standing at the door without saying a word.

Wen Chen pressed his shoulders to force him to turn around, and headed towards the living room one after the other.

"Do you know how cold it is outside now? Go and turn on the heat."

Lin Zewu couldn't see his expression clearly, he heard relaxed words, he didn't turn his head, but calmly grabbed the hand on his shoulder.

"what happened to you?"

Wen Chen was taken aback: "What?"

"Did something happen to you?" Thinking of those photos, Lin Zewu's expression was not good, and his brows gradually frowned.

Wen Chen asked him back, "Why do you ask that?"

"You're not usually this active."

"Did you get caught by me? You also said that you don't pay attention to me usually, so don't mention how much you like me in your heart."

Lin Zewu didn't leave, but stopped in the middle of the living room, with warm cushions under his feet, and was thinking about what to say when someone hugged his waist.

"I didn't do my job well, so my boss talked with me all afternoon."

"Talk about what?"

Wen Chenzhengjing: "Talk about the company's public relations, profitability and future investment risks."

Lin Zewu wanted to turn around, but Wen Chen rested his chin on his shoulder, obstructing his movement.

From this angle, Wen Chen could clearly see a small mole behind Lin Zewu's left ear. For some reason, he suddenly calmed down.

"I just found out today..."

"Know what?" After a few seconds of silence, Lin Zewu asked doubtfully.

Wen Chen raised his index finger and pressed the little black spot: "You have a mole behind your ear."

Lin Zeqi suddenly raised his hand to hold his index finger, and the rough friction was magnified several times behind his sensitive ears. This feeling was strange and strange.

Hearing that Chen's fingertips moved slightly, Lin Zewu let go of him.

"...I'm going to read a book."

After leaving these words, Lin Zewu hurried away without looking back, for fear of being seen.

Wen Chen was left alone in place.

Wen Chen leaned on the armrest of the sofa, picked an apple from the fruit plate, and while he was puzzled, he peeled the apple. The peel of the apple broke, and he suddenly figured it out.

Lin Zewu didn't even know about the mole behind his ear.

The sound of "swooshing" running water was flowing in the bathroom. Lin Zewu had just taken a shower, and his hair was wet and messy.

He suddenly remembered what Wen Chen said, and raised his hand to touch the back of his left ear, but he didn't touch it for a long time.

It is estimated that it is too small, only others can see it.

After drying his hair, Lin Zewu went to his bedside in the dark, shook off the quilt and put it on his body.

He didn't lie down like before, but immediately curled up. Lin Zewu didn't feel very cold, because he drank a big bowl of chicken soup at night, and now his body is very warm.

The breathing light of the mobile phone next to the pillow kept flickering, Lin Zewu swiped away and took a look.

It was that strange number again.

— two more days.

He only sent these four words.

The sending time was three hours ago.

Lin Zewu was downstairs the entire time, without looking at his phone, and the other party did not send any other messages.

Like a ruthless countdown machine, trying to break his psychological defense with cold numbers.

Indiscriminate methods.

Lin Zewu pressed the text message, and a window popped up. His fingertips rested on it, hesitating for a while, and finally did not delete it like before.

He turned off his cell phone, out of sight.

The next day the alarm beeped on time.

Lin Zewu went to school by bicycle, and happened to meet Lao Liu when he entered the classroom.

Lao Liu was very pleased.

Lin Zewu went straight to his seat, pushed the homework to Li Xun next door, and immediately lay down as if unable to straighten his back.

Li Xun pushed his glasses: "Dude, what did you do at night?"

Lin Zewu raised his hand and waved it.

Li Xun looked solemn: "I can't say it, I understand."

There are a lot of quizzes recently, Lin Zewu finished writing early, propped his chin and closed his eyes to rest.

It started to rain in the last class in the afternoon, and Lin Zewu was pushed awake, only to realize that he didn't bring an umbrella.

Li Xun stared at the English textbook without moving his lips, buzzing like a mosquito and said, "The teacher is watching you, line 39 on page [-]."

"Li Xun!" The teacher shouted angrily at the podium, "Read this sentence again."

Li Xun trembled, stood up from his seat with a "whoosh", and read out word by word in his textbook, with an inaccurate accent, which was very local.

"...it was not until theb..." Li Xun stuck, his tongue didn't turn the corner, "be..."

The English teacher's face turned green: "Sit down."

"Hey!" Li Xun sat down.

I don't know who didn't hold back the "poof", which later turned into laughter one after another.

"Who is laughing?" The teacher patted the table.

The classroom was instantly quiet.

Lin Zewu raised his hand to wipe off the water splashed from the corner of the table to prevent the book from getting wet, Li Xun dawdled twice and hid himself behind the big guy in front.

"I'm scared to death, the persimmons are so tender." Li Xun covered his heart and sighed, "I've been talking about this unit for a month, and I'm still talking about it..."

When school was over, it rained even more.

Li Xun opened his umbrella and greeted him: "Let's go together?"

Lin Zewu looked at his pocket umbrella and shook his head: "No need."

Li Xun said, "Why didn't you bring an umbrella?"

"I have a way."

Li Xun was dubious: "Then I'm leaving?"

Lin Zewu waved: "Let's go."

The class disappeared one after another, and Lin Zewu waited for the rain to subside before he put on his hat and walked out of the classroom.

The lights in the corridor were all turned off, and even the cleaning staff left earlier than him, because it was quiet enough that Lin Zewu could clearly hear the echoing footsteps.

There is also a strange "rustling" movement, as if someone is fiddling with paper.

Lin Zewu looked sharply to the front left.

——That place is the stairwell, which must be passed through from downstairs to upstairs.

Lin Zewu approached slowly, and what he saw was a figure with his back turned to him.

The standing posture is slightly awkward, it seems that there is some injury, and the back is very familiar.

Lin Zewu narrowed his eyes.

The other party was wearing a black coat, with a bunch of braids blown out behind his head, humming an out-of-key song.

It was Ponytail, who was posting a stack of photos on the bulletin board.

Lin Zewu took half a step back on his toes and hid behind the corner of the wall.

If Lin Zewu hadn't left late today, these photos would be spread throughout the school tomorrow.

Lin Zewu shook his schoolbag without changing his expression, rolled up his sleeves and approached him, the ponytail seemed to sense something, and suddenly turned his head.

Ponytail's eyes widened subconsciously: "You...!"

Lin Zewu hit the bridge of his nose with a punch.

"Fuck!" Ponytail wailed.

The bulletin board fell to the ground with his actions, and the "clang" sound was particularly harsh, and the unglued photos flew around.

Lin Zewu kicked him twice: "It's still you. What, Super Chen can't wait?"

Ponytail covered his calf and rolled back and forth in pain, cursing: "You want to see your picture? If it weren't for—"

He suddenly thought of something, panic appeared in his eyes, and he closed his mouth tightly.

Lin Zewu tugged at his collar: "Speak!"

Ponytail opened his eyes, glaring angrily, and wanted to scold someone when he opened his mouth, but suddenly he stopped, and his eyes became strange: "Are you so afraid that others will see these photos?"

"Do not talk nonsense."

Mawei laughed even more recklessly: "If your school teacher saw it, would you just stop reading it?"

Lin Zewu looked down at him coldly from above, raised his hand and slapped him with a very crisp "slap".

Ponytail licked the corner of his mouth: "Even if you send me to the prison, I will come out in a few days, I have a way now."

"is it?"

Lin Zewu raised his hand and slapped him again, and was about to find a place to beat him up, when a hesitant and unbelievable voice sounded from behind.

"Lin... Zewu?"

Lin Zewu turned his head abruptly, and Lao Liu was not far away, bending down to pick up the photo taken off.

"How is this going?"

Old Liu's speech was not very coherent, but the ending was sharp and sharp. He threw the photos over, and some of them fell on Lin Zewu's back.

"Mr. Wen, isn't he your cousin? Ah!"

The blood on Lin Zewu's face faded completely, but he could feel his heart beating faster and ponytail's uncontrollable ridicule.

Lin Zewu gritted his teeth, ignored Lao Liu, got up and left with his ponytail.

"—You come back to me!"

Lin Zewu led the people downstairs and left, but Lao Liu didn't look back no matter how much he shouted behind him.

Lin Zewu hailed a taxi.

When he got in, the driver in front looked at him from the rearview mirror: "Where are you going?"

Lin Zewu was panting, his eyes dripping with coldness: "The police station."

The smug Ponytail next door's smile froze: "Are you really going to send me to the police station? Are you really not afraid of making things worse? I have someone behind me."

Lin Zewu kept silent and took out 50 yuan from his bag and threw it to the driver.

"Hurry up."

"Come on." The driver was in a bad mood seeing that there were two more wet people in the car, but now he stepped on the accelerator and rushed out, "Don't turn on the watch."

When they arrived at the police station, Lin Zewu dragged the man out of the car and pushed him against the door, and the driver drove away quickly.

Ponytail rolled on the ground and half knelt on the ground: "You are fucking sick! If you are sick, go take medicine!"

Lin Zewu kicked him into the door, and the flowerpot at the door was damaged and he overturned it.

The policeman on duty noticed the movement and ran over.

"What's the situation? You can't fight!" The policeman looked at the two of them back and forth, "Tell me, what's the matter?"

Lin Zewu looked at the policeman who was questioning him. It was an unfamiliar face. He didn't know him or understand him, and he didn't know how he would treat this matter.

"He secretly took pictures of me, distributed them everywhere, and blackmailed me."

The policeman is serious: "Extortion? Is there a record?"

Record……

Lin Zewu felt cold all over, and was silent for nearly a minute. Under the probing eyes of the police, he tightened his fingertips, slowly raised his hand, and showed the photo.

"This is evidence," he said.

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