you better leave me alone

The day Zhao Qian was buried was a bright and sunny day.

The cemetery was bought in a cemetery in the north of the city. The corner was very quiet, so Lin Zewu went around and asked for it.

Lin Zewu paid for the cemetery.

Before his third year of high school, he went out early and returned late to work, saved a sum of money, and suppressed it just to buy a piece of land for her.

It's a pity that there is not enough money, so I can only buy partial ones.

On the day of the burial, when everyone had left, Lin Zewu took out a small bag of flower seeds from his bag, grabbed a handful and scattered them in front of the tomb.

If you are lucky, next year this barren place may not be able to grow many flowers.

Wen Chen bought a bottle of mineral water, and they shared half of it, and poured the last half into the soil to water the seeds.

It was almost noon after finishing the work, Lin Zewu raised his hand to build a tent on the brow bone, the tree in front of him was swayed back and forth by the wind, he squinted his eyes, and two soft voices came from his ears.

Turning his head, Wen Chen stepped on the dirt with his polished handmade leather shoes.

Wen Chen didn't understand this, so he stepped on his feet casually, then lit three sticks of incense on the tombstone in front of him, clapped his hands and stood up.

When he got up together, he saw Lin Zewu staring at him intently, with emotions in his eyes that he couldn't understand.

Wen Chen thought for a while, and opened his arms: "Hug?"

Lin Zewu was startled, and then walked over with no expression on his face. He walked slowly, but his back was straight, looking like a green young poplar.

If she grows up a bit more and puts on mature clothes, it should be a favorite when she goes out.

Seeing this, Wen Chen threw his hands down a little, guessing that Lin Zewu wanted to leave directly, so he planned to pick up the bag on the ground and take it away with him.

Before his arms touched his side, Lin Zewu came to him and leaned over to hug him, his hands loosely wrapped around his waist, and his chin rested on his shoulder.

Wen Chen suddenly discovered that in the past year or so, Lin Zewu had grown taller, only half his head was missing, but he was still so thin, and under this thin body, he might be the most fragile and toughest soul he had ever seen .

Even if life crushes him into the dust, remember to wipe himself clean after returning home.

Wen Chen paused, covered his back, and didn't speak for a long time.

"Are you considering moving for the exam?" On the way back, Wen Chen was waiting for the red light, his eyes hidden behind the glasses, "My house... has been renovated and ventilated for two months, so it won't be poisonous."

In the co-pilot, Lin Zewu looked out of the window with a calm expression, but when he heard this, he became even more dull. Except for his eyes that looked brighter, the other three sticks couldn't fart.

Wen Chen didn't wait for him to reply, he took out a dark object from the front of the car and threw it at him.

Lin Zewu looked down, it was a remote control key, probably the door was replaced by Wen Chen's family.

"I'll work overtime on Saturday, you pack up and come here by yourself, you need to use this to open the outside gate."

If you don't want to move, then tell me, Wen Chen thought.

Lin Zewu lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly. He was always good at hiding his emotions. He fumbled for the key twice with his fingers, and finally gathered it in his palm.

Wen Chen raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and the car pulled out of the crowded traffic and drove towards the wide road ahead.

On Saturday, Wen Chen was in a hurry, and finally released people on time with a big wave of his hand before leaving get off work. His employees were so moved that they grabbed their bags and ran away. Within a few minutes, the office was cleared of all people.

Wen Chen drove home, and while waiting for the red light, he tapped his fingers on the steering wheel impatiently for a while.

When the red light passes, step on the gas pedal.

The sky was still gray when we got home, and there was a hot breeze around the lake. Wen Chen stood at the bottom of the building and looked up to count the floors. When he counted to ten, he paused and gritted his teeth uncontrollably.

—The lights on the tenth floor are on.

During the few days when filling out the application, Lin Zewu spread the application books all over the cashmere carpet of Wen Chen's house. When Wen Chen came back and opened the door, he was hit head-on.

After searching around downstairs, he finally went up to the second floor and fished him out in the study room. Lin Zewu sat cross-legged on the blanket and honestly presented the school he had chosen.

Wen Chen was sitting on the sofa, raised his chin and signaled: "Ai Qing, you are welcome, I bought you bananas."

Lin Zewu went to peel the bananas.

When he came back from chewing bananas, he saw that Chen had circled a few schools on the paper, all of which were estimated based on his scores, and Z University was the first to bear the brunt.

Wen Chen picked up the pen cap with his fingertips and handed him the letter paper.

Lin Zewu glanced at it, then nodded: "It's very successful, I'll do it tomorrow."

Wen Chen withdrew his hand in a "swish", and saw that there was a sign of hidden criminal choice phobia: "No, let's see again, how can you be so sloppy when filling out the application?"

Lin Zewu wondered: "There is a high probability that I will be recruited if I make zero volunteers."

Wen Chen said "Hmm?" with a rising tone, the danger behind the lens was almost formed, Lin Zewu quickly fell silent.

Lin Zewu will do whatever he likes.

During the few days when the results were released, Lin Zewu was in a good mood, very peaceful, with a heart rate of around 80, but Wen Chen seemed quite disturbed, and in the end Lin Zewu checked it himself and relayed it to him.

702.

Later, it was accepted by the Biomedical Engineering of Z University.

"—Pong!"

That night, Lin Zewu, who threatened not to drink anymore, unknowingly downed two bottles of beer, and finally became so dazed that he couldn't remember how he got into bed.

I just remember Wen Chen's face was ugly the next day, he got up from the bed in ragged clothes, his eyes were black and blue, and his whole body was quite irritable.

When Wen Chen tidied up the living room, his eyes followed Lin Zewu for a while, and he almost licked his back molars bald, and finally left him the sentence "Wait until you wake up".

These words meant something, Lin Zewu always felt that the latter words were bitten into pieces by Wen Chen and swallowed into his stomach.

When he woke up, Lin Zewu probably had some ideas about what Wen Chen was going to do, and this idea was realized on Wen Chen's birthday in August.

On the night of their birthday, it was just the two of them. Wen Chen's parents were on vacation abroad, so they didn't even make a phone call. They arrived late and sent a big red envelope after eight o'clock.

The amount is 111111, which is full of irony.

Remarks for the red envelope: People can't be narcissistic, let alone covet their own beauty and fall in love with themselves through the mirror!Hurry up and make a little tender model and have fun! - your mother.

Wen Chen sneered, leaning against the kitchen door with some unknown thoughts, raised his mobile phone to face the living room.

In the living room, Lin Ze was clearing the table. He was wearing white short-sleeved gray trousers today. He looked youthful and invincible in his 20s, especially the clean temperament on his body, which was rare.

Wen Chen took several photos without blind spots, and sent them to a WeChat group of only three people called "Times Are Quiet i Chushui Furong".

Sui Yuejing is his father, Chushui Furong is her mother, his father is his mother, but there is no him.

After sending the photo, Wen Chen explained that this "little son" is a serious college student. He is an adult, and he didn't raise a minor. He is serious about dating.

Otherwise, Meng Xiaoting would definitely call 110 across the Pacific Ocean, and send his son to the police station to receive criticism and education—and it was still in the anti-pornography brigade.

After explaining, Wen Chen threw the phone aside, no longer caring what kind of bloodbath these photos would cause in the group.

Lin Zewu heard the movement, straightened up to look over, and asked in surprise, "Why are you standing?"

Wen Chen hugged him, rubbed the back of his neck for a while, and said hoarsely: "You can't get drunk today."

Lin Zewu: "..."

After nine o'clock in the evening, after cutting the cake, Lin Zewu drank a small glass of beer, but Wen Chen didn't let him drink more.

It started from smelling the cream that Chen deliberately applied on his lips, and then kissed his neck all the way.

After Lin Zewu finished drinking, his body was trembling slightly, and the stinging heat climbed up from the tailbone along the spine, burning his sober brain.

Wen Chen bit his Adam's apple, lifted him up, strode into the bedroom and put him on the bed.

Wen Chen leaned against Lin Zewu's ear, looked down at him, then held his hand and put it on the tie around his neck.

Wen Chen leaned down and bit his Adam's apple again, his voice was muffled but clearly heard in Lin Zewu's ears.

He said, "Good boy, untie it."

Lin Zewu could hardly control his trembling hands.

Lin Zewu was pressed several times. He used his hands for the first two years, but this time it was real.

Wen Chen's appearance looked gentle and impersonal, but his time was not that bad.

And he is indeed a well-dressed beast, the first time he came here in a serious manner, and then he started to play tricks, and the poses in various small films took turns. He seemed to like the desk very much, and finally licked Lin Zewu's tears and hugged him again back to bed.

At first Lin Zewu gritted his teeth and refused to make a sound, but later he couldn't take it anymore, grabbed the bed sheet and shrank up, desperately trying to escape, but Wen Chen easily dragged him back by dragging his hips.

Lin Zewu couldn't remember when he fainted.When he woke up, his inner thigh was sore, and there was a cramping spasm. He was half lying on the bed, and when he moved, there was a pain somewhere.

After finally sitting up, he tried to stand up with his feet touching the ground, but he wobbled on the spot and sat back down again.

After a while, he managed to get up and walk out of the bedroom.

In the living room, Wen Chen was watching the news, his voice was turned down so low that he couldn't hear it in the bedroom. He was peeling an apple in his hand, and the peel was hanging down into the trash can.

Wen Chen came over, picked him up and put him on the sofa, stuffed him with an apple, then pulled his loose short sleeves and looked back and forth.

Lin Zewu tugged at the only piece of clothing on his upper body, and asked vigilantly, "What are you looking at?"

Wen Chen: "Just take a look."

"...Speak as you speak, don't talk about it." Lin Zewu pulled the hem of the short sleeve back into his hands, like a feline sticking to its territory.

Wen Chen followed him, spreading his hands: "Don't be so nervous, in broad daylight, the world is clear, and we will talk about doing evil things at night."

Lin Zewu said in his heart that you are not someone who cares about whether it is day or night!

After holding back, Lin Zewu didn't hold back, and asked him: "How long have you been in love?"

So much energy!

"Didn't I tell you last night? All the energy I've accumulated for more than twenty years is given to you." The sincerity in Wen Chen's eyes almost overflowed.

Lin Zewu didn't know whether to cry or laugh, and in the end he could only be dumbfounded.

Since that day, it has been out of control.

For a while, Lin Zewu's legs went limp when he saw it was dark, and he soaked ginseng and goji berries for half a month, and ended up with a nosebleed.

Until the first day of school, Lin Zewu ran away with his bag on his back. When Wen Chen came back, he had already started military training in camouflage uniform.

Half a month later, Lin Zewu came back with his bag on his back, his whole body darkened, but fortunately, he was already white, so he is not too dark now.

Wen Chen was holding a teacup with a Dahongpao in it, leaning against the door frame of the bathroom, like a stepmother looking at Cinderella, her tone was sour and critical, and she felt uneasy when she heard it.

"Have you used the two sunscreens in your bag?"

Wen Chen stuffed two pola sunscreens into his bag the day before he went to school - the cabinet sister recommended him to buy them.

Because this is more expensive, the more expensive ones should be of better quality. Wen Chen's thinking about cosmetics is so simple and rude.

So Lin Zewu cheated a little bit, which may have something to do with the more than 1000 yuan he spent.

Lin Zewu nodded quickly.

"What did the school feed you?"

"Are you losing weight?"

"The waist is getting thinner..." Wen Chen's ears turned red.

Lin Zewu's back stiffened, and he slammed the door shut with his backhand. A few minutes later, there was the sound of rushing water.

"Cinderella" slammed the door firmly, and obediently climbed onto the bed of "stepmother" after taking a bath.

Then couldn't get up the next day.

The main reason was that the military training was too tiring, Lin Zewu took the initiative to sleep for a while, and only woke up at noon.

There are quite a lot of classes in the university. Lin Zewu didn't live on campus, because he lived nearby, so he simply went to study.

In his free time, he arranges to go out to take supplementary courses, and he can get a lot of money a month, plus scholarships and various bonuses, tuition and living expenses are all earned by Lin Zewu himself.

This kind of life continued until the junior year.

In his junior year, Lin Zewu was admitted to graduate school, so he had to continue to study. While reading, he worked part-time for the tutor to earn some money, and then continued to make up lessons for the children. He also had to find time to run around collecting materials and writing papers. He was too busy .

When the graduate student was about to finish his studies, his advisor had planned to offer him a doctoral degree, but Lin Zewu refused.

With the attitude of giving it a try, Lin Zewu submitted his resume to a certain research institute. This research institute has a high rank, not everyone can get in, and there are only a few indicators every year.

Unexpectedly, he was invited to an interview the next day, and he was notified to go to work a week later.

The salary of the research institute is not bad. In the first month of receiving the salary, Lin Zewu asked Wen Chen to go out for dinner.

After driving for half an hour, the familiar scenery ahead was revealed.

It is a deep alley.

Hearing that Chen was familiar with the road, he stopped at the side of the road, because he knew how difficult the road inside was.

Then follow Lin Zewu to go inside.

5 minute later.

Wen Chen looked at the barbecue stand outside the deep alley, his eyes almost popped out, and then asked him with a serious face: "For those of us in our 30s, keeping fit is not as easy as for young people in their 20s, you know?"

Hearing that he is over [-] years old, he can still maintain his figure without a trace of fat, and his muscles are like gym samples, all thanks to his usual self-discipline and ruthlessness.

At this time, he was wearing pure black suit trousers with a shirt tucked into his waistband. He stood with his legs slightly apart on the lowest step, and his waistline to trouser legs were unbelievably slender.

Lin Zewu twitched the corner of his mouth: "I know, it's not this one."

"Well."

After walking around the winding path for about 10 minutes, Lin Zewu led him to a quaint small building, which should be a private restaurant.

As soon as you enter the door, there is a light fragrance, and the environment is clean without any fancy decorations.

There were customers in twos and threes sitting in the restaurant, talking softly about something.

Lin Zewu went straight to the corner, pulled out the chair and beckoned him to sit down, and picked up the menu on the side with his white and slender fingers.

Because of his age, he looked more mature and stable, with glasses on the bridge of his nose that he would wear only for experiments, and there was a kind of elegance and delicacy between his brows and eyes.

After Wen Chen fell to the ground, he heard Lin Zewu say: "Do you still remember when we first met, I said I would invite you to dinner?"

Wen Chen Chaolai tilted his head: "It's high in oil, sugar, and fat. It's because of you that I ate barbecue for the first time since I was an adult."

Lin Zewu smiled: "I originally wanted to take you to eat something good. Although it is nothing compared to the delicacies of mountains and seas, at that time, in my eyes, this restaurant was considered very good."

Then he shrugged: "But the budget is not enough, so I didn't bring you here."

"After so many years, why did you suddenly think of bringing me here?"

Lin Zewu smiled, he could even be called cunning, and said, "Guess."

Wen Chen raised his eyebrows: "Are you sure?"

Lin Zewu retracted his calf, and the itch of being rubbed disappeared. He looked around back and forth before kicking him. This kick was very light and didn't hurt at all.

"It's a big crowd," he said.

Then Lin Zewu turned the menu and passed it along the old wooden table. When Wen Chen bowed his head to study the names of the dishes, Lin Zewu spoke, neither fast nor slow, just saying something A very common thing.

He said: "There are some things I want you to know, but then I thought, since I know it, why don't I also experience it?"

There used to be a big gap between them. No matter from which angle, education, family background and even views on this complex world, every bit was full of incompatibility. It was an incredible intersection of the two worlds.

At a certain moment, Lin Zewu felt that he was as low as dust in Wen Chen's eyes.

But Lin Zewu later discovered that the gap he thought was only a step away.

Wen Chen kept half of his eyebrows down, shoulder to shoulder with God, and with this cool look, he silently nodded.

Lin Zewu lowered his eyes, looked at the lemon slices floating in the glass, and said the words he had kept in his heart for so many years in the most relaxed tone.

"So it is estimated that there will be many things in the future."

"You wait."

Only then did Wen Chen raise his face, he chewed through what Lin Zewu said word by word and figured it out, then he nodded, as if making a random agreement.

However, only he knew how solemn this agreement was.

"Okay, I'll wait."

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The next book should be the ancient drama, but it is still the beauty I love (Touch)