you better leave me alone

It was dark and damp, with wet moss growing along the road.

Wen Chen walked towards the depths of the alley on the concrete floor, with closed doors on both sides, and the advertising board of "Meimei Foot Wash Shop" hanging in front of the door flickered a few times due to poor contact.

Wen Chen didn't squint, and even lowered his eyelids to stare at the ground, revealing an air of incompatibility with the place.

Dayuan walked in front, turning her head to look at him occasionally, hesitating to speak.

They walked for more than ten minutes, and the end point was in front of a small dark-colored pavilion, a total of six floors high, looking crumbling with age.

The door at the bottom of the building was not closed, and the rusty broken copper and rotten iron fell crookedly in the corner, and the bicycle at the bottom of the building was locked with two locks.

Dayuan supported the mottled wall and thought for a while: "I remember the sixth floor? Or the fifth floor..."

Suddenly, there was a loud bang behind him, and the quiet corridor immediately echoed.

Dayuan turned around abruptly.

I saw Wen Chen put away his umbrella, and raised his legs to step over the iron dustpan that fell on the ground. The wind was howling outside and the sky was dark, reflecting his whole body with a strange smell.

Dayuan remembered the 3000 yuan IOU filled with Lin Zewu's blood and tears again, and swallowed.

"He lives here, the innermost one on the fifth...sixth floor."

It was too dark to see the road, Dayuan stomped his feet, the voice-activated lights on the third floor turned on, and the rest were all squibs, Dayuan cursed, which seemed insignificant under the sound of rain.

Wen Chen scribbled across the small advertisements hanging on the armrest, mahjong parlor, acupuncture andrology, infertility...

The end of his eyes twitched.

Dayuan rubbed her hands together, hesitating to make way for him.

"I won't go up, it's not convenient for me to go up, I'm an old man. If he's not at home, I don't know where he is."

Wen Chen:?

He is also a big man.

"Thank you."

Dayuan said "It's okay", and ran out in the rain, only a few seconds left of her back.

Wen Chen kicked away the leaflets on the ground and walked upstairs.

The third floor is a mahjong parlor, and you can hear chaotic scolding even when the door is closed.Further up, there are no voices, and there are even a few IOUs with "letting" posted.

sixth floor.

When Wen Chen stepped on the last step, he noticed the white light coming from the crack of the innermost door. Only that house was occupied.

He pondered for a moment, then stepped forward.

The "603" house number is fairly new, and the door lock is an electronic combination lock with an external key, which is a bit inconsistent with the temperament of this dilapidated building that is eager to try and "crash" to the ground.

"Dong dong dong."

Wen Chen raised his hand and knocked on the door three times.

After 2 minutes, no one opened the door, and Wen Chen knocked a few more times, accompanied by the call.

"Lin Zewu!"

I only heard a slight sound inside, and it was true that someone was there.

Wen Chen stood still at the door: "Open the door, or I will treat you as being coerced and call the police?"

It was quiet inside the door.

After half a minute.

"Crack."

The door opened a crack.

Lin Zewu was still wearing the same hospital gown, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and most of his body was hidden behind the door. His eyes were slightly wary, and he took a few deep glances behind Wen Chen.

In the next second, his vision was blocked, and a tall figure stood in front of him.

Wen Chen stared at the top of his black head, and he could see his body stiffen from top to bottom.

Wen Chen looked away, and said concisely: "Only me."

Lin Zewu raised his eyes to look at him, with unexplainable emotions in his eyes, he pursed his lips, the corners of his mouth were pressed down faintly, it was an expression that was about to collapse but was forcibly hidden.

Wen Chen waited for him to speak, but saw him take a step back to make way, turned around and walked back silently.

Wen Chen: "..."

The lights in the room were not turned on, and it was gloomy and dim due to the weather. Lin Zewu walked slowly towards the living room. Looking from behind, it was clear that his leg was injured—he was limping and his center of gravity was unstable.

The legs of his trousers were still dirty. No one knew what he was doing on this rainy night.

Wen Chen was silent for a moment, took a step forward and closed the door with his backhand, leaned the umbrella aside, and took out a pair of cotton slippers from the shoe rack to change into.

Slightly small, but barely wearable.

The door directly in front of the room was closed, and there was only one room in the whole house. There were pots and pans near the balcony, which were neatly tidied up.

There was a bowl on the table, with half a bowl of rice left in it, Wen Chen Yuguang saw three pots of blooming cactus along the table.

Life is very interesting.

There was a long sofa in the living room, looking a little older, Lin Zewu leaned on it tiredly, raised his arms to cover his eyes, and bent forward with his knees exhausted.

Wen Chen originally intended to take him back to the hospital, but now he stared at him speechlessly for 2 minutes, and finally sat down on the other side of the sofa.

Just sitting next to each other, Lin Zewu spoke, his voice was inexplicably hoarse.

"...How do you know I live here?"

Wen Chen was embarrassed to betray Dayuan, so he prevaricated in an inscrutable way.

"I know a lot."

As soon as the words fell, Wen Chen choked himself.

This sounds so fake.

Unexpectedly, Lin Zewu seemed to froze, he put his arms down on his waist, and said a dull "hmm".

Only an arm's distance away, Wen Chen realized that his face was terribly pale, even his lips had lost color, and his eyelids trembled slightly and were about to close.

"What are you doing today?" Wen Chen looked at his dirty trouser legs.

"Huh?" Lin Zewu moved down with his gaze, it was his still wet hospital pants, his eyes darkened, "Oh, it should have been splashed when I went downstairs to throw out the trash just now, this place drains water The system is old and prone to water accumulation.”

Casually shifting the core of the topic, Lin Zewu seemed to be unfamiliar with what he did, and Wen Chen frowned slightly.

Lin Zewu suddenly got up from the sofa, went to the cabinet and squatted down, opened the bottom drawer and found a set of clothes.

"I'm going to change clothes."

It takes a long time to change clothes.

Lin Zewu couldn't lift his arm high enough, and when he moved it, his fingertips couldn't stop trembling, so he had to give up changing his jacket and reluctantly changed his pants.

Lin Zewu was leaning on the edge of the sink, and in the wastebasket lay a damp white shirt, which was his school uniform inner garment, which was picked up after being blown away by the wind.

——Because this thing was hooked and fluttered around and caught Zhao Qian's attention, she was hanging on the balcony and almost fell from the sixth floor.

"..." Lin Zewu rubbed the corners of his brows, and slowly let out the stagnation in his voice.

When going out, Wen Chen was holding a piece of paper to read, when he heard the sound he came back to look.

After seeing what it was, Lin Zewu held his breath.

"Back to the hospital?"

Lin Zewu nodded.

Wen Chen held up his half-finished test paper: "Not bad."

Lin Zewu subconsciously looked at the bedroom, but the woman inside was silent, so he replied calmly, "I copied it."

Wen Chen stood up with his hands on the sofa, stepped over the small stool on the ground and came to him. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the closed door next door.

"Come with me."

Lin Zewu followed behind him silently.

Wen Chen walked to the door and looked back subconsciously, first at the silent bedroom door, then at Lin Zewu, who was bending over to pick up a bag of trash at the door.

"Are you going out like this?" His eyes flickered between the collar of his large hospital gown, Wen Chen glanced away, "Go and put on a coat."

"..." Lin Zewu paused when he took the garbage bag.

"boom--"

A bolt of lightning struck across the sky, the sound of rain became louder, and the sky became more blurred.

Lin Zewu let go of his fingers, walked to the cabinet and took out a black sports jacket, and walked back again.

"Let's go."

After waiting for a while, the man in front of him didn't move. Instead, he put down the long-handled umbrella he had just picked up and stretched out a hand towards him.

——The joints are distinct, a circle bigger than him, and the middle finger has a thin layer of calluses. It seems to be holding a pen all the year round, and it belongs to a mature man's hand.

Lin Zewu's heart tightened for no reason, he stepped back half a step on his toes, and his upper body couldn't help but lean back.

That hand took the coat hanging from his arm, shook it off and draped it over his shoulders, then picked up the umbrella, turned the doorknob and walked out.

It wasn't until the pair of low-key and luxurious leather shoes left Lin Zewu's sight that he let out an inaudible sigh of relief, his nails loosened from his palms, leaving a few crescent moon marks.

"What are you in a daze for?" Wen Chen stood at the stairs and urged.

"……coming."

Lin Zewu paused for a moment before closing the door, looked at the closed bedroom, lowered his eyes and closed the door, and the room returned to a state of solitude.

As soon as I went downstairs, a bolt of lightning crackled across the sky. At seven o'clock in the evening, it was already dark, and the rain was so heavy that I could hardly see the road five meters ahead.

Wen Chen held up the umbrella, looked at the ankle-deep water, and was silent for a moment.

Lin Zewu raised his chin and looked towards the opposite side: "It's high over there, and there's no water. Where is your car parked?"

Wen Chen made the calculations: "Walk for more than ten minutes."

Lin Zewu: "Yes."

Wen Chen stepped out with a broken pot: "Go straight, it seems that the rain will not stop."

Lin Zewu: "No."

Two steps across the path, Wen Chen stood under the eaves and looked at Lin Zewu.

Lin Zewu raised his leg, but his calf twitched and made his back tense, so he managed to move over.

The two walked on the narrow side one by one, and after passing the place where the water filled the golden mountains, Lin Zewu took two steps forward and walked side by side with him on the stone road.

Wen Chen didn't say anything, just raised his hand to take off his glasses and put them in his breast pocket.

There is only the sound of peaceful rain in my ears.

"Did you drop your phone?"

A word came out of nowhere from the people around me.

Lin Zewu looked at him, Wen Chen didn't look sideways, leaving him with a stern side face, without extra expression, as if he just thought of something and asked casually.

Lin Zewu replied: "It fell."

"Give me your phone number."

Lin Zewu reported a series of numbers.

I saw that Chen took out a pure black mobile phone from nowhere, and tapped the screen a few times.

"Report the loss?"

Lin Zewu was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head.

"The mobile phone number is bought, and I will just buy another one."

"Um……"

After a pause, Wen Chen took back the phone and returned to its original appearance, as if it was just an episode just now.

Lin Zewu stared at the ground, thought of many things, and finally made a sound.

"elder brother."

This sudden sentence made Wen Chen respond subconsciously: "Huh?"

"When will the film I took in the hospital come out?"

Wen Chen recalled the date on the list two days ago: "Today."

Lin Zewu lowered his head, his steps appeared to be careless, he whispered: "If there is nothing wrong, can I be discharged from the hospital?"

Only then did Wen Chen look at him, and then he was taken aback.

I didn't notice it indoors just now, but when I got outside in the bright light, Wen Chen found that his face was too pale, and he was shaking even when he walked, but he didn't say a word.

Wen Chen then clenched the umbrella handle and turned his head to look forward: "Ask the doctor."

As soon as the words fell, the atmosphere became strangely quiet.

Wen Chen walked a long way, and that pale little face swayed in front of his eyes from time to time. He unconsciously looked to the side, but unexpectedly found that the high school student who was by his side had gone somewhere.

Wen Chen's heart sank, and he was about to turn around and go back to find him, to see if he had fainted in some corner.

So Wen Chen shouted first.

"Forest--!"

Without further ado, the cuff received a strong impact, and then a person approached from the right back, and almost half of the people leaned on him to barely stand still.

It was Lin Zewu.

Wen Chen could feel the continuous heat coming from his body, which was higher than normal body temperature, which was extremely abnormal.

"Lin Zewu?"

Wen Chen raised his hand to cover his forehead, and the hot feeling became clearer.

He has a fever.

"I...it's fine..."

Wen Chen supported his waist, Lin Zewu shook his head in his arms, his eyes were not clear.

"Can you still walk?"

Lin Zewu pursed his lips and nodded.

There was no smile on Wen Chen's face: "Did I let go?"

Lin Zewu let go of the fingers that were pulling his cuff, and his whole body swayed in place. The next second, the world spun in front of his eyes, and he subconsciously waited for the pain of falling.

The pain didn't come as promised, but the back was hit by something cold and hard on the upper layer.

"Still awake? Lin Zewu?"

Hearing that Chen blocked Lin Zewu in a corner, the black umbrella dropped by his feet, no one cared about it anymore.Wen Chen put his hands under Lin Zewu's armpit to prevent him from falling into the water.

"..."

Wen Chen bent down to get closer, Lin Zewu's lips moved, giving a subtle response.

Good, lost consciousness.

Wen Chen was silent for two seconds facing the rain, and finally turned his back resignedly, dragging Lin Zewu's arm to move him onto his back.

Weigh it twice, it's not too heavy.

Wen Chen's shoulders were heavy, a tingling sensation extended from the back of the neck to the spine and finally penetrated into the tailbone, Wen Chen twisted his neck slowly - Lin Zewu leaned against him and fell silent, looking non-aggressive.

The sound of rain fell irregularly and dullly on the plastic panels outside the eaves, and the moon was covered by dark clouds, and everything fell into an atmosphere called silence.

The sound of rain did not stop, and water droplets rising from the side of the road jumped onto Wen Chen's trouser legs.

Wen Chen supported the people behind him, and shrugged to wake up the drowsy Lin Zewu.

"Hand out."

Lin Zewu was in a daze, and when he heard this kind of statement with a slightly commanding tone, he stretched out his hand for no reason.

Lin Zewu half-closed his eyes, with an umbrella in one hand and a mobile phone with a flashlight on in the other. He forcibly held on for more than ten minutes, and finally came to the side of the road where Wen Chen was parking.

Lin Zewu looked around but didn't see his car, but saw Chen walking straight towards the silver-gray car directly in front of him.

It's not the dazzling BMW last time, but an ordinary suv.

Wen Chen seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, and after not speaking for a long time, he suddenly said: "My car is under repair, this one belongs to the company."

Lin Zewu didn't dare to speak out.

Until you come to the car door.

"Get out of the car." Wen Chen felt the person on his back slid down, and rubbed his shoulders, "Remember to give a good review, dear."

Lin Zewu recovered a lot after resting for a while, and when he heard that Chen got into the car directly, he followed suit.

Wen Chen looked up and saw that he was sitting obediently in the co-pilot and fastening his seat belt, so he locked the door with satisfaction.

There was no traffic jam on the road, and it was nearly eight o'clock in the evening when we returned to the hospital.

Lin Zewu lay back on the hospital bed silently, holding his left hand, the curtains around him were still tightly drawn, and the wailing patients in the next bed also went to bed early, and for a while there was only the sound of their slight footsteps in the ward.

"The doctor will come later, but the film can only be watched tomorrow." Wen Chen looked at his watch, stood at the end of the bed and frowned, looking at him lying flat on the bed, "Did you do anything to aggravate your injury today?"

Lin Zewu raised his hand and touched his left shoulder: "No."

At this time, several doctors and nurses came in from the door.

The nurse hung up the infusion bag and pulled out the needle tube. The sharp tip of the needle shone with silver light. Lin Zewu turned his head away, and the moment he closed his eyes, he saw Wen Chen pick up the college entrance examination English vocabulary book beside his bed.

"Lin Zewu."

Wen Chen's voice rang in his ears.

Lin Zewu closed his eyes and said nothing, the nurse was tying a cuff on his arm.

Wen Chen leaned against the head of the bed, stepping on the ground with one leg, saw that he would rather die than submit, and turned to the first page meaningfully.

"Recite 50 words to me later."

Lin Zewu:?

As soon as he was in a daze, the nurse inserted the needle.

The author has something to say: Mr. Wen: High school students should be like high school students, so poison the tree!