you better leave me alone

Wen Chen stayed at his house for three days.

On the first day, I watched tennis and went out to buy groceries at noon, which was the state I should have on a rest day.

In the next two days, I started to be unable to do my best, and held online video conferences every day.

In their venture capital department, the top is staring at it, and the bottom is a hungry wolf grinding its claws. It is a delicious, fat and tender piece of meat.

Wen Chen's subordinates were trembling, and he braced himself to withstand the pressure.

Often there would be a meeting for four or five hours. After the end, Wen Chen's people were all blossoming. He touched his precarious kidney and slapped the computer cover hard.

Lin Zewu paced over, silently put down a teacup by his hand, then sat opposite him and worked on the topic silently, Wen Chen picked up the teacup and looked at it.

Ginseng, gastrodia elata, wolfberry...

So much that you can stew a pot of supplements and drink up your energy.

"Just went to your house to get it." Lin Zewu said without raising his head, "Drink more."

Wen Chen looked at the two red dates floating on the water, a kind of sadness that bowed his head to the years suddenly rose, he justified himself: "I'm not old enough to drink this thing, my mother gave it to me .”

Lin Zewu: "Yeah."

The "rustling" sound of the pen tip across the paper rang in his ears, and Lin Zewu was concentrating on translating the English article, his eyes glued to the letters.

Wen Chen fell silent, poured half a glass of water of life into his glass, and went about his own business.

On the third night, Wen Chen couldn't bear to fall asleep leaning on the sofa, exhaustion was evident on his body.

Lin Zewu came back after making a cup of hot milk, squatted down and pulled the quilt tightly for him, and then sat across to read a book by himself.

After eleven o'clock in the evening, Wen Chen woke up, sat on the sofa and rested his head on his forehead, waited for his mind to stop being so noisy, and then took the initiative to lie down on the floor, hooking Lin Zewu's waist, and fell asleep again.

Every time I heard Chen, I walked away lightly and came back with great fanfare.Let the departure be an understatement, but the return is added with a strong stroke.

This time is no exception.

It's just that knowing that he doesn't have to run around anymore in a few months, Wen Chen's pressure dropped sharply, and before he left, he remembered to pinch Lin Zewu's chin and kiss him.

Lin Zewu slept peacefully, but was woken up.

He glanced at the clock.

It's only 06:30.

Wen Chen "Ba Ba" kissed him twice on the forehead, and the breath mixed with the smell of mint toothpaste flowed down the bridge of the nose.

"It's ready in the morning. The millet porridge I made for your mother is kept warm in the pot."

Lin Zewu looked at the ceiling in a daze, then nodded.

Seeing him nodding, Wen Chen planned to get up and leave.

Lin Zewu, who was lying flat next door, suddenly turned over, stretched his arms around the back of his waist, and the warm touch was immediately transmitted to his body through the clothes.

Wen Chen felt a sudden tightening of the waist, and then let go, and the arms retracted again.

Lin Zewu's eyes were clear, noticing Wen Chen's confused look of joy, he said clearly: "Be careful on the road."

Wen Chen only felt that a little fluffy gadget passed his heart, it was a little itchy, and it still had a lot of aftertaste.

His eyes fell on Lin Zewu's fingertips exposed outside the quilt, which were shiny and fair, Wen Chen paused for a moment, and abruptly looked away.

"...I'll try to come back early, weekends or something..."

Wen Chen's ears were reddish, and he grabbed the suitcase and walked out.

Until a few minutes later, the roar of cars came from downstairs, and then it gradually returned to silence.

Wen Chen didn't realize it until he got to the company. Since he couldn't see the real person, his face grew in a second way, and he sent a voice to Lin Zewu while waiting for the elevator.

Two minutes later, two strings of "..." were sent over there, followed by a sentence of "I'm going to study".

It was the first time that the branch office saw that Wen Chen was not surrounded by low pressure, and his head appeared from behind the table one by one like onion stubble, like a dumb goose.

At first sight of Chen's charming and pretty face, they thought they saw a ghost, but after thinking about it again, someone must have made some tricks, so they quickly lowered their heads and stared at the computer without moving.

The new company's ghosts happened one after another, and Wen Chen was in their hearts the same attribute as a clockwork robot that always winds up.

The "robot" must have been oiled up today, and it is extraordinarily amiable, even remembering to smile when swearing.

Seven days off.

Lin Zewu basically didn't leave the front door, didn't walk through the second door, and would go out only after eating up the refrigerator. He took a walk around, brought back big bags and small bags, and continued to live a life of hoarding food.

The first month of school, the second model.

This time Lin Zewu scored more than 680 points more than last time, exactly [-], Lao Liu almost fainted when he saw the score.

From November last year to March this year, it has increased by more than [-] points in nearly half a year.

There are still three months to June, maybe he can really be admitted to Z University.

This winter vacation was not long, Lin Zewu and his school started early, for a total of one week, and then went straight to June.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, staring at the test paper with red eyes.

In April, Wen Chen returned with great fanfare and luggage.

On the first day back to the company, I was so drunk that at night, I still knew how to hail a taxi to take my body, which is 186 tall and weighs about [-] catties, home.

Wen Chenhao angrily gave the driver 100 yuan without asking for change, and turned his head to scratch the door of Lin Zewu's house in the middle of the night.

Scratching makes water flow, scratching makes complaints everywhere, the midnight bell is about such a tone.

Lin Zewu fell asleep and was woken up again. With dark circles under his eyes, he approached the door softly with a sound of "Glagla", picked up a bench to hold the doorknob, and looked out the cat's eye.

Outside the door was a cold and handsome Zhang whose face could be photographed on the cover of a magazine with just a little eyeliner—it looked familiar.

Lin Zewu was silent for a while, wanting to turn his head to sleep, but he sighed, put down the bench and opened the door.

When he opened the door, a drunk fell on him.

Fortunately, Wen Chen was drunk and vomited and made trouble, occupying Lin Zewu's floor and sleeping soundly.

When he woke up the next day, the bed smelled of alcohol. When they put on a new quilt cover together, Lin Zewu stepped on him several times in a subtle way.

Every day is busy from dawn to late at night, with endless things to do.

Lin Zewu thought that this kind of life would last until the end of the college entrance examination.

But I didn't expect the change to come so quickly.

That was the third month after school started.

Lin Zewu got up early in the morning and dictated the BBC news while the porridge was cooking. When the porridge was cooked, he also finished correcting it.

Hold the small bowl and stir it for a while, sprinkle a little sugar into it, and take it to Zhao Qian to eat.

"Mom, get up and drink the porridge."

"when."

The wall of the bowl was very hot, Lin Zewu hurriedly put the bowl on the table, pinched his ear and rubbed it, and then dragged the corner of the quilt to pull it down.

"Mom, wake up—"

Lin Zewu's words suddenly stopped, and in a suspended state, his pupils seemed to dilate slightly, and the darkness of the entire bedroom pressed against his back, shouting indescribably.

In the past, Zhao Qian, whose sleep quality was poor due to such a noise from him, would definitely wake up, and would silently resist by turning sideways or burying her head.

But she didn't have it today, she just breathed a little shortly, and her lips were purple on her pale and thin face.

In fact, her complexion has never been good, but it was too obvious today, as if expressing a terrible fact to Lin Zewu.

The pendulum on the wall moved regularly without any interference, and the subtle sound echoed over the empty room.

Lin Zewu tightened his slightly curled fingertips, but his breathing began to be short of breath, holding the arm beside her and shaking it.

"mom?"

Zhao Qian did not respond.

"—Bang Dang!"

In the bedroom, there was a loud noise, like something falling on the ground, it was a huge collision.

The next second, Lin Zewu opened the door and ran out, groped on the sofa for a while, took out his phone and opened the address book button.

His fingertips were trembling uncontrollably, and he almost pressed the wrong number. After finally pressing the three numbers "120", he took a deep breath and forced himself back to the state of a comfortable conversation after the call was connected.

The ambulance came quickly, and the hospital picked up Zhao Qian before Lin Zewu's mind froze and he could act well.

Lin Zewu went to the hospital with the ambulance, and watched the doctor pull the white cloth and start the rescue. He stood in the corner, and beside him was an old man who was resting on a plastic bag with a cloth bag.

The old man glanced at him, waved to him, and then patted the plastic bag beside him.

"Sit for a while, just sit for a while."

This kind of words are comforting, Lin Zewu is very clear about this, but he still sat down.

The old man didn't say anything else, and looked directly at the opposite side with him, and he couldn't see anything clearly in those old and misty eyes.

I don't know how long it took, the old man staggered away, and he sat on the plastic bag, and I don't know how long it took before the white cloth was lifted.

The doctor looked around and asked, "Who are the family members?"

Zhao Qian is suffering from multiple organ failure, she won't last long, and she has been showing symptoms since last year.

The beating doesn't hurt anymore, and I don't have the energy to throw the pillow anymore, and the follow-up visit every two months is the same as before.

It will only get worse in the future.

"...do you have any questions?"

Lin Zewu came back to his senses and took the payment slip: "I see."

Zhao Qian was temporarily transferred to the ward, and Lin Zewu looked at her through the glass.

Sophisticated instruments surround the hospital bed, the beating electrocardiogram, from the ceiling to the bed, the white color is very dazzling.

However, looking down from the sky above the entire city, this ward may be inconspicuous, and the sound of "didi" was scattered behind countless voices.

Lin Zewu crossed his arms, took a step back, lowered his eyes slightly, and refused to see the picture in front of him. In fact, this was just a psychological comfort for self-deception.

Just as he was about to do something, his phone started vibrating.

It was Wen Chen calling.

Lin Zewu was silent for a moment, and then slowly connected: "Hello."

"Where?"

"exist……"

Wen Chen's tone sounded unsteady: "The old horse told me."

Lao Ma is Zhao Qian's attending doctor and a friend of Wen Chen's.

Lin Zewu took a step, and he looked into the ward again, his footsteps seemed heavy, after two steps, he gradually became smoother, and he walked out along the corridor step by step.

Lin Zewu pressed the elevator button: "I plan to go home."

On the other side, Wen Chen opened the office chair, stood up and walked towards the French windows. He loosened his tie, and finally said slowly, "Don't be afraid."

"I'm not afraid." Lin Zewu walked into the elevator, watched the elevator door close, he looked down at the empty corner, his voice was so low that he could hardly hear it, "I know that one day, I..."

He bit his lower lip.

Obviously winter has passed, and next month will be June.

Summer is coming.