you better leave me alone

"The body temperature is 37.5 degrees Celsius, barely enough, how much water did you drink today?"

The doctor took the medical records and questioned him.

The moment the thermometer left his body it was a little cold, Lin Zewu gradually became sober, and the ceiling above his head finally stopped turning.

He stood up, subconsciously looked for the clock on the wall, and coughed dryly.

"I just woke up."

"Oh? Then remember to drink plenty of water these two days." The doctor ordered.

Lin Zewu asked: "Doctor, what time is it?"

The doctor raised his hand and looked at his watch: "Nine in the morning, you slept for a long time. Fortunately, it was not after the operation, otherwise our anesthesiologist probably wouldn't be able to sleep last night."

Last night, Wen Chen left around seven o'clock, and he fell asleep not long after.

Ten hours is indeed a long time.

Today's Monday, half of the number of bed companions in the inpatient department were reduced, and the little kids who were sitting in the corner doing homework on weekends all went to school.

The doctor then went to make rounds. Through the door, it was a bit dull outside.

Lin Zewu swept around, and there were white toothbrushes and towels on the boxy table beside the bed, he lifted the quilt, and slowly went to the bathroom with these two things.

The faucets were lined up in the washroom, and Lin Zewu found a place nearby. The weather outside the window was gray, with dark clouds almost pressing against the window, and it looked like it was going to rain.

as predicted.

"Bang-"

Just after brushing my teeth, a layer of water vapor floated in from the window, and the dense rain beat the cement floor into a layer of white foam.

It's really raining.

Lin Zewu looked out the window speechlessly, remembering that some clothes at home were still hanging on the balcony, wondering if they had been blown away.

Blowing it away and pulling it down, so as not to wash it again, Lin Zewu wrung out the towel and went out.

As soon as he returned to the door, someone called to stop him.

"Lin Zewu?"

A woman came out from the opposite door, she was the mother of a kid, with a small checked leather bag on her arm, and a mobile phone in her hand, still on the call interface.

"You are Lin Zewu?"

Lin Zewu leaned against the door frame and stood firm: "It's me."

She handed over the phone: "Someone is looking for you."

"Looking for me?" Lin Zewu was surprised.

"A woman, seems to be in a hurry, take it, I have to pay the money."

Lin Zewu took the phone, limped two steps away, and put the phone by his ear.

"Which one?"

"Little Lin, it's me."

It's the landlord downstairs.

"Aunt Wang."

"Hey, are you busy now, can you come back?"

Lin Zewu looked at the gauze wrapped around his body, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I won't be back for a while."

The landlord said "Oh", as if he was organizing his language.

Lin Zewu said: "At the end of the month, I will send you the money for the past few days. How is my mother today?"

"That's not it." The landlord interrupted him, then sighed, "Listen to me..."

Lin Zewu leaned on the window sill and listened quietly. It was raining heavily outside, and the matter on the other end of the phone became clearer and clearer.

"What did you say?" Lin Zewu raised his voice in surprise.

The doctor made rounds in the morning and at noon. At noon, there was no one in Lin Zewu's bed, and there was still no one in the afternoon. Today's medicine was still full in the infusion bag.

The nurse had no choice but to call Wen Chen.

"Missing people?"

When Wen Chen received the call from the hospital, Wen Chen had just finished a meeting. Wen Chen pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache, and the pen rolled across the folder.

The assistant next to him asked, "President Wen?"

Wen Chen raised his hand to signal him to go out first.

"I don't know where he is."

The hospital said: "The patient didn't contact you?"

"he......"

Wen Chen wanted to say that they were not familiar with each other at all. The high school student didn't even have his cell phone number. He had met him four times in total, of which the police station and hospital accounted for 50.00%, which was quite meaningful for modern juvenile legal education.

Wen Chen said concisely: "No."

The other side said: "Then where can he go? With his injuries all over his body, where should he faint from pain? It's still raining outside, ouch, the child now..."

Along with the rambling, the other end hung up the phone.

All the people in the conference room had dispersed, and there were tall buildings outside the window.

Wen Chen pushed his chair away and came to the floor-to-ceiling windows. It was indeed raining heavily outside, the road was blocked for hundreds of meters by heavy traffic, and the map of AutoNavi was red all the way.

Wen Chen raised his hand to unbutton his suit.

He just ran away, it wasn't that he didn't give Qian Zhi, it was Lin Zewu who ran away by himself.

Wen Chen took a step back and stood at a position with a relatively narrow field of vision. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see a bunch of broken things left on the conference table.

"Mr. Wen." The assistant knocked on the door twice, "Someone is looking for you."

"understood."

Wen Chen buttoned up again, looked away, and left the meeting room without looking back, the assistant followed with the document.

"The finance department..."

The conversation faded away.

When the hour hand pointed to six, Wen Chen finally got rid of the ravages of work.

Several unread messages were displayed on the screen of the phone, including advertisements, insurance, and credit cards. Wen Chen's heart sank again.

He opened the window behind him, and the cold air rushed towards his face, and the top of his head was half numb in an instant. Wen Chen thought for a few seconds calmly, and made a call.

"...May I ask Lin Zewu...didn't go back? I see, thank you."

From [-]:[-] to [-]:[-], for three hours, no one knew where Lin Zewu went.

The night was hanging in the sky, the eaves were hung with rain curtains, and the rain was blown into the room by the wind. Wen Chen closed half of the window, and the sound of the rain suddenly became dull.

Shen Dewen's back of Chen's head was swollen.

Could this high school student still be able to enter the sky and enter the earth with a whole body of sadness without anyone noticing?

Materialism rejects such a discordant breed.

"Boss, the order has been taken away!"

"Go, go, go!"

"...boss give me a plastic bag."

After moving the last box of goods, Dayuan wiped his sweat with the door frame, when a male voice came from not far away.

"Excuse me."

Dayuan raised his head, and saw an eye-catching man walking in the thick rain, his clothes and decorations were incompatible with his small supermarket.

The man was a bit tall, with broad shoulders, narrow waist and long legs. On the bridge of his nose was a pair of dog-like gold-rimmed glasses, and he was holding a long black umbrella.

At first glance, I thought it was to buy a supermarket.

Wen Chen stepped up two steps, with the umbrella resting on his shoulder, he pushed down his glasses with his fingers, and looked at the fat man with his sleeves rolled up at the door.

The fat man seemed to be in a daze.

"May I ask if there is a clerk named Lin Zewu?"

Dayuan scanned him up and down, Lin Zewu and him didn't look alike, they didn't look alike in any way, he probably wasn't Lin Zewu's illegitimate son thrown out by his family, so he asked cautiously.

"who are you?"

After Wen Chen was silent for a while, he spat out two words.

"Creditor."

Dayuan had an expression of "I knew you are not a good bird", and immediately turned around with a sneer and left, stingy with a word of nonsense.

Wen Chen said: "I paid for his medical expenses, of course he is his creditor."

Dayuan paused, then turned around again: "Drug fee? What do you mean?"

"literal meaning."

"He's in the hospital?" Da Yuan stared in astonishment.

Da Yuanxin said no wonder this kid took a week off.

Wen Chen had his left hand in his trouser pocket, and half of his black umbrella was under the rain outside the eaves. He noticed the unpredictable expression of the supermarket owner, and added slowly.

"He left the hospital in the morning, and the doctor told me to take him back tonight, otherwise I won't want my arm." Wen Chen raised his hand and gestured twice on his left shoulder, "He was beaten to the point where his bones were broken, and he was all tied up. stand up."

Dayuan swallowed her saliva.

"Is what you said true?"

Wen Chen put his hand back into his pocket again: "His current arm can't even squeeze out toothpaste."

Normally, there were only a few people who troubled Lin Zewu, Dayuan was dubious about this, he sniffed and looked at Wen Chen vigilantly.

"...Don't move, you wait here!"

Dayuan carried the box of mineral water and stepped into the door, looked back, Wen Chen was standing beside him with his back to him, sticking like a model.

Dayuan took out her mobile phone from her pocket and called Lin Zewu.

"Beep-beep-click."

No one picked up.

Dayuan did not believe in evil and fought again.

"The number you dialed is turned off, please try again later..."

Shut down.

Dayuan: "!"

He didn't know that Lin Zewu lost his phone, and his only thought was "something happened to Lin Zewu".

Wen Chen held the umbrella with one hand, and occasionally rain streaks would be left on the lens. The continuous rain made him a little irritable.

Suddenly someone tapped on the shoulder.

Dayuan looked at him.

"Brother, how do you know Xiaolin?"

The rain curtain outside the eaves is like a water curtain, and the sound of the raindrops falling is dull, which faintly soothes the corners of the anxious heart.

Wen Chen raised the corner of his mouth and raised his hand to pass something over.

—It was an IOU.

Arrears: 3000 yuan

Debtor: Lin Zewu

Supplement: Since the debtor (Lin Zewu) is underage, the creditor (Wen Chen) agrees that the debtor (Lin Zewu) will repay the debt in [-] installments without interest.

In the lower right corner is Lin Zewu's delicate and elegant signature.

This thin paper is mixed with silk disinfectant and men's perfume, hiding a long-lasting bitterness.

Dayuan raised her head abruptly, looked at Wen Chen's delicate smirk, and then looked at the three characters "Lin Zewu" trembling in the lower left corner of the IOU.

He felt that he could see Lin Zewu's blood and tears being squeezed.

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