you better leave me alone

After leaving the police station, the rain was not too heavy. Seeing that he was soaked, the female policeman found him an umbrella.

Lin Zewu didn't intend to ask for it, but later the female police forced it to him.

It was windy outside, and the umbrella failed to work. Lin Zewu's clothes were wet again on the way home.

When passing the intersection, Lin Zewu stopped, looked to the parking shed on the right, and saw the familiar car.

It seems that Wen Chen didn't work overtime today.

After entering the building, Lin Zewu put away the umbrella, and water droplets were shaken all over the ground.

This umbrella brought back memories just now.

What happened at the police station, Lin Zewu remembered it clearly, but it was more like watching a movie from the sidelines, he still felt unreal.

Mawei was arrested, and Lao Liu saw the photo.

Old Liu...

Old Liu hasn't contacted him until now, it seems that he really lost all expectations of him, Lin Zewu thought.

He stared at the steps and went upstairs step by step. He didn't know how many times he went around, but his arm was grabbed by someone.

Lin Zewu smelled a familiar scent, raised his head and saw Wen Chen holding the car keys, as if planning to go out.

Wen Chen could feel the moist touch under his palm, and frowned: "Where have you been? You don't even answer the phone."

"I……"

I beat people up.

I went to the police station.

Lin Zewu didn't know how to answer for a while.

"Why are you soaking wet?"

Lin Zewu said, "It's windy outside."

Wen Chen laughed angrily: "I don't know if I can pick you up?"

"I don't know if you work overtime today."

Wen Chen thought about it, it was indeed the case, but his anger still persisted.

Wen Chen pulled him upstairs and asked him, "Why don't you check your phone?"

Lin Zewu said: "The wind is too strong, it is inconvenient."

The wind was indeed strong, Wen Chen felt it when he came back, he didn't say anything more, went home to find two clothes, and pushed Lin Zewu into the bathroom.

Lin Zewu got out of the shower and heard that Chen was making ginger tea, and there was a smell of old ginger in the air.

Lin Zewu wiped his hair and went into the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed in silence, thinking over and over what happened in the past three hours.

He sent Mawei to the police station, which meant that he had offended Super Chen again, and Super Chen would definitely not let him go.

But Super Chen would never let him go.

When Wen Chen came in, he saw him staring out of the window, with the towel slanted over his shoulders so he couldn't fall off.

"Why didn't the hair dry? It's still dripping." Wen Chen picked up a towel to cover his head, and rubbed it back and forth.

Lin Zewu came back to his senses, but he couldn't see the picture in front of him clearly, only the towel swinging back and forth.

"Dropped on the bed?"

Wen Chen looked at the wet marks on his legs: "No."

Lin Zewu stretched out his hand to touch it, but when he stretched it halfway, someone caught it in his palm.

"Why is your hand broken?" Wen Chen stroked the back of his hand.

The back of Lin Zewu's hand is narrow and thin, with clear bones and clear knuckles. It is a pair of delicate hands, but unfortunately there are many scratches on the back of the hand.

Lin Zewu lowered his eyes and was quiet for a while, but his tone was much calmer when he spoke.

"Wen Chen, I just met Ponytail."

"What is he looking for you again?"

"He..." Lin Zewu clenched his fist and then slowly loosened it, finally he said, "He secretly took a photo of me and you together, yesterday, he posted the photo on your door."

"No wonder there is a print on the door of my house, I still think it is a trace of a small advertisement." Wen Chen held his fingertips, "Where is the photo?"

"Most of them were burned by me, and the remaining few are in my house."

"How did you meet him today?" Wen Chen paused, exerting a little force on his palm, "You took the initiative to find him?"

"No, he posted a photo at my school and I met him."

"He went to your school to post photos?" Wen Chen's face suddenly changed, and where Lin Zewu couldn't see, his expression was rare and gloomy.

"You asked me where I went, but I was actually at the police station."

Lin Zewu's back was not as straight as usual, his shoulders slumped slightly as if weak, and his energy seemed to be exhausted.

Lin Zewu took a deep breath: "The photos were left by the police, and they may not be able to get them back. I don't know if he has a backup, and he said that there are people behind him, and those photos may be in their hands."

Wen Chen paused, then started to wipe his hair again: "I see."

The sky outside the house was gloomy, and the visibility in the house was reduced without turning on the lights, only the light streaming in from the living room.

Lin Zewu's back was facing the door, and the light and shadow left mottled and scattered traces on his back, which almost merged with the night outside the window.

After being silent for a while, Wen Chen suddenly spoke.

"A few days ago, you were dealing with this matter outside?"

Lin Zewu nodded: "I destroyed all the photos and the camera memory card, but I didn't expect that he still had the photos in his hand."

Wen Chen straight to the point: "Have you gone to find him?"

Lin Zewu said: "I went to find him."

"A fight?"

"beated."

Wen Chen's eyes were full of complexities, he raised Lin Zewu's face and looked at his slightly dim eyes.

"You can tell me about it."

"I..." Lin Zewu stopped, his Adam's apple moved up and down, his voice softened, a little dull, "I didn't want this kind of thing to bother you."

But it turns out that he was wrong.

Although Chen Chao is a slippery old loach, what he said was not completely wrong.

Lin Zewu had nothing to do with them, nothing at all.

The 18 years of stumbling life told him that he had to break through when encountering problems, and the result would tell whether he succeeded or failed.

Unfortunately, he failed this time, and the handle is still in the hands of others.

A crushing defeat.

"Ponytail's boss is my father's creditor. I only found out about this when I was looking for photos. The matter between them actually has nothing to do with me, and it has nothing to do with you. You just..."

Wen Chen opened his mouth and asked hesitantly, "Just what?"

"It's just being dragged down by me. You should have gone further, and you shouldn't have stopped to see me."

—but I'm glad you stopped to look at me, and don't want to let you go.

Wen Chen just met him by chance.

He was the one who led Wen Chen to this small place. Originally, Wen Chen belonged outside the deep alley, and belonged to any brightly lit road.

Never belonged to him.

For a long time, the room was dead silent.

When Wen Chen spoke again, his voice was audibly hoarse, and he spoke very slowly, as if suppressing extreme tremors.

"Can you say that again."

Lin Zewu kept his head down, not noticing that something was wrong with him.

"You shouldn't get involved..."

He is very gentle with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes. It is his rare true heart, but he said the most hurtful words.

This made Wen Chen's heart feel pain like being pricked by a needle, and a slight soreness appeared again.

Wen Chen let go, the towel fell on the ground, Lin Zewu bent down to pick it up, Wen Chen pinched his chin and kissed him, the kiss deepened.

Wen Chen picked him up by the waist, and then pressed him heavily on the bed.

Pressing down on a person in front of him like a heavy mountain, Lin Zewu panicked in an instant, turning his head and trying to escape.

"...Wen Chen! Wen Chen——"

Wen Chen imprisoned his hands above his head with one hand, but it would be inconvenient for him to move, so he pulled off his neat tie and wrapped it around Lin Zewu's hands.

truss.

Lin Zewu's weight is thinner among men, but because of his usual exercise, his body has a thin layer of muscles, and when he lifts up the hem of his clothes, his lines look very smooth.

Wen Chen leaned down and kissed his waistline.

"I like you."

Lin Zewu stopped struggling.

A noisy rain pours outside, the leaves collide

The voice is getting louder.

"Do you think I have nothing to do with you? Why do you think so?" Wen Chen stood by his side.

Lin Zewu wanted to back away, but his hands couldn't use his strength, and everything was soft. He gritted his teeth and replied, "I never said such a thing."

Wen Chen smiled.

"You have."

Lin Zewu looked at him firmly: "I didn't."

"You have," he said, "You have."

The last word was drowned in kisses.

Wen Chen held him down, pinched his waist, and then Wen Chen picked out the corner of his school uniform hidden inside, Lin Zewu trembled all over.

The room was pitch black, and it could be heard that Chen knew that Lin Zewu was afraid, and he could feel the sweat on Lin Zewu's back.