The whole world thinks I'm a scumbag

Gu Fangwei had nothing to say.

Lu Xingyin's smile is very magnanimous, like the sentence he said when he turned his back to write on the blackboard: "I like it." There is no harsh declaration, just a frank exposition, knowing that he is unreasonable, and even wrong I recognized it in advance.

"Who scolded you." Gu Fangwei twitched the corners of his mouth and muttered, "I'm not fierce."

But he obviously knew that this sentence was not convincing - it's not that he didn't kill him.

The doctor waited in Gu Fangwei's rental house early in the morning.

The instrument car driven by the driver was parked downstairs in an exaggerated manner. The doctor took blood from Lu Xingyin, and then tested it immediately, and the result was released on the spot.

Diagnosed as common viral cold.

"It's not influenza. Most people will heal themselves in a week or so, but your body's resistance is weak, so you will have a serious fever." The doctor is a capable woman, and asked him, "Do you want to take medicine yourself?" Or an injection?"

Before Lu Xingyin could speak, Gu Fangwei covered his mouth and held him tightly in his arms: "Which one will heal faster?"

He seems to find this movement very comfortable, because Lu Xingyin's body is soft and smells like medicine, he likes to rest his chin on his shoulder loosely, hugging his brother like a pillow.

Warm body temperature penetrated from behind, and Gu Fangwei smelled of perfume on his body.Lu Xingyin didn't know what it was - before that, he didn't even know that boys of this age could use perfume.This fragrance reminds him of the kind of red velvet rose, elegant and silent, followed by the bitterness of jasmine and birch.

He had seen that perfume box, which was exquisite and expensive, wrapped in three layers inside and outside, and was stuffed by Gu Fangwei in the back to hold a sweater for him.

His back was a little stiff, and then slowly relaxed.

Leaning quietly and obediently in his arms.

"Injection." The doctor quickly wrote the list, and raised her eyes to look at them. She only knew Gu Fangwei, and she listened to Gu Fangwei's words by default. "Then it's an injection? Once this afternoon, once in the evening, and have a good rest tomorrow."

"Don't go to class." Gu Fangwei made the decision for him neatly.

Lu Xingyin said: "Okay."

The thin needle tube was pushed into the light blue blood vessel and buried under the pale skin of the left hand.

Lu Xingyin just sat here quietly, not moving, behaved like a porcelain doll.

Gu Fangwei wondered as if observing some small animal: "Why is it not moving?"

He reached out and poked him.

Lu Xingyin looked at him, but he still couldn't get up against him, so he moved in coordination: "Bring me my schoolbag."

Gu Fangwei leaned forward to get it, and smiled: "It's pretty good at calling people."

Pulling away at this moment, Lu Xingyin looked up at him leaning forward to help him carry his schoolbag, like a lazy cat being dragged away from the warm bed, there was a little disappointment and a sense of loss in his eyes, and then he hid his invisible emotions inside.

Lu Xingyin continued to write physics. After writing for a while, he remembered to remind him: "You have to help me with the improvement class at night."

"Go up." Gu Fangwei said, his peach blossom eyes narrowed again, lazily.He finds it troublesome, but he has already promised and will not go back on his word.

Lu Xingyin was sitting here for infusion, and Gu Fangwei had finished the self-heating meal in the convenience store with him, and it was just right after finishing the lunch box.

Gu Fangwei loves cleanliness, not to the extent of neatness, but feels at ease when everything is in order.It was very hot when he moved, so he took off his coat and hung it up, mopped the floor with a mop, and tidied up all kinds of sundries and put them back in place.

The cold wind blows directly outside, and the room is stuffy and hot.Gu Fangwei didn't open the window, he was sweating, his black hair was wet, and the sweat rolled down from his Adam's apple.

Gu Fangwei usually wears a school uniform. He is tall and thin, which is different from Lu Xingyin's. Gu Fangwei has a sense of skeleton, but his muscles are tight and firm, and his lines are clear. Even if he sits relaxed on the sofa, leaning over It is also hard at times, with a youthful mint fragrance besides the heat and perfume smell.

I don't know why, but Lu Xingyin vaguely felt this way - Gu Fangwei knew that he was afraid of the cold, so he didn't open the window, and even felt that he didn't need to ask for his opinion.

The title was floating in black and white in front of my eyes. Lu Xingyin wrote for a while, and the person in front of me walked around, and the pen in his hand didn't know what he was writing. He stopped writing for a while, and then wrote after a while.

The conditions of the topic were vague and vague, and the tip of the pen also became vague and vague. The young man in front of him changed his clothes and leaned against the door with his hands in his pockets to look at his robot.

He has already made his simple obstacle avoidance circuit very well. The shell is slowly welded and assembled by himself. It is a black and red, round shell with a braid tied with red rope.

Gu Fangwei noticed that Lu Xingyin was looking at him, and his peach blossom eyes narrowed: "Little zombie shape, have you seen "Happy Ghost"?"

Lu Xingyin hadn't seen it.

"Hong Kong version of an old movie." Gu Fangwei adjusted it somewhere, the little robot buzzed, the indicator light was on, and Gu Fangwei's recorded electronic sound came rustling: "Hello Hello~ Your status is detected as: standing, what do you want to do?"

Gu Fangwei's voice was uttered by such a guy, and the funny effect was bursting for a while, Gu Fangwei laughed: "You are too strange, switch the language setting yourself, don't use my voice."

The robot paused in confusion: "Hello, hello~ I don't understand what you are talking about at the moment, let me sing you a song."

Gu Fangwei scolded: "Stupid, don't use my voice to say such stupid things."

But the robot ignored him, the BGM was changed, and the melodious music sounded, it was a complex and treacherous piano tone, grand and gorgeous.

"Change the song."

"Hello, hello~ I only know this one, let me sing you a song."

Gu Fangwei let out a "tsk" and shut down the system: "You're so stupid."

Lu Xingyin didn't know what he was doing, but just stopped writing and looked at him with a smile on his lips.

Seeing Gu Fangwei pick up the little robot and put it on the table, he looked at him curiously: "What are you doing?"

"Test the system." Gu Fangwei said casually, "It stands to reason that it should detect the increase in the decibels of the ambient noise after opening the door, and replace the language interaction method with a projected visual interaction button, but there should still be something not done well."

He saw that Lu Xingyin was working on a topic related to electromagnetism, and suddenly became interested, and wanted to popularize science with him: "Brother, do you know HCI?"

Lu Xingyin had read the magazines he read, heard him standing at the window talking on the phone, so he looked up this word specially.

He said softly: "I know, Human–Machine Interaction."

He spoke these words fluently and naturally—his pronunciation of the phonetic symbols was also improving, and he just said them so naturally, without deliberation, as if he knew and knew it all the time.

As if he was closer to him than anyone else was to him.

It was a coincidence and resonance secretly planned, Gu Fangwei didn't know it.

Gu Fang became happy for the naked eye - that look was the look of him leaning on the eraser in the back seat, with a serious and lively light in the joke.

When he told him, Lu Xingyin would listen quietly and occasionally ask a few questions.

He told him about "human frugality", lying on the edge of the sofa, with his head on his side, and he could see his dark and long eyelashes from the angle of the deer singing.

"Do you know why I want to do this?" Gu Fangwei smiled, and the corners of his eyes were raised slightly, rosy and shiny, "Have you tried answering the phone while washing your face?"

Lu Xingyin has never tried it, but he can probably imagine that touching the answer button with a dripping fingertip, the screen will be covered with mist in the mist, and it will take a lot of effort to wipe it off.

"A reasonable human-computer interaction should be that your mobile phone detects that you are taking a shower, and it is inconvenient for you to have foam on your hands, so it converts it into a voice command for you." Gu Fangwei said, "This is just a way. More return……"

Lu Xingyin said softly: "It should be because you are afraid of trouble and lazy at home, so you want to do this."

Gu Fangwei didn't refute, and his peach blossom eyes curved up again: "Those who know me are also small calculators!"

Lu Xingyin held the pen and stared at him.

Gu Fangwei's tone changed, lowered slightly, and became more serious and cautious. It was the tone of the text: "I have been weak and sick since I was a child, and I often lie down. Sleeping on the bed, I really thought that the sheets, Pillowcases and quilt covers are very boring decorations, and it was not until I was almost 20 years old that I accidentally realized that they were practical products, and I was saddened by people's frugality."

"The first time I saw a train, I had grown quite big. I was running up and down the overpass in the car park, not even noticing that it was built to cross the tracks, thinking it was just to make the car park The area is like a foreign amusement park, which is set up for the sake of complexity and foreign style. And for a long time, I have always thought so. Running up and down on the flyover is a kind of quite in my eyes. Fun game, one of the most humane even in railway service. I was disappointed to find out that it was just a useful staircase built to make it easier for passengers to cross the tracks."

(Quotation - Dazai Osamu - Disqualification on Earth)

He was able to memorize it verbatim, which is a work that Lu Xingyin has never heard of.

Gu Fangwei likes perfume, classical music, human-computer interaction, and old Hong Kong movies.

He likes to study, and he likes the original tools in Dongtong City that smell of medicine, the eyes of children behind the green glass, and the pages of second-hand books on the old stalls.

There are no movies and cartoons in his world, and there are no separate bathrooms and touch-control phones. When it comes to children, his only impression is the yellowed bed in the doctor's ward of the small clinic, and the transparent infusion bag hanging above the head. The frequency of the clock dipped, causing dizziness and dissipating in the muffled conversations of the neighbors.

He said, Lu Xingyin listened, with a smile on his lips.

Lu Xingyin lowered his head to look at the physics test in his hand, but saw that on the record of the stop-and-go test, he did not know when his consciousness was scattered, which had left a solid evidence of his distraction.The passing of half an afternoon revealed the reason for his absence.

It's three characters, written so lightly that it doesn't even leave a mark when it's turned over.

"Gu Fangwei."