fault tolerance

Tang Lou no longer wondered whether Zhou Yu would call him.After all, a week later, the phone still hasn't rang.

Since the embarrassing meeting at the hotel that day, there has been no news at all for the next few days.

He wanted to know what was going on that day through Zhu Guangrong's insinuations.

Zhou Yu is not really dating that female celebrity named Ren Xiaoxiao, is he?

But Zhu Guangrong left early and returned late these days, and he didn't reply to messages for a long time.One day he chased him into the restaurant, and the waiter told him that the boss was not there.

Not in the store, where can I go?Zhu Guangrong poured all his blood into this place.

In comparison, Zhu Guangrong is much more persistent than himself.

Apart from him, there was no one else who could inquire about this matter, so Tang Lou had to shelve the inquiry plan.

Having been to Wu Chuan's clinic before, the head of the department quickly received feedback.I don't know what the senior said, anyway, the dean's attitude towards him was not so aggressive, and he relaxed a lot.

But he can't take it lightly, and he is still caught and told from time to time, asking him to get off work early and go to the clinic to report.

Wu Di is Wu Chuan's nephew and Tang Lou's teaching assistant, so he takes it as his duty to take Tang Lou to the clinic as a matter of course.

"You don't need to see me off. My car will arrive in two days, and I will make an appointment with Dr. Wu." Tang Lou enjoyed the sunset that entered the office at four o'clock in the afternoon. Obscure papers have become transparent and full of spirituality.

It is not every day that there is such a sunset, and it is not every day that he can sit at the desk at this time.Tang Lou really didn't want to waste time discussing these issues.

"Professor, did I do something wrong?" Wu Di put his hands on the desk, lowered his eyebrows, and looked like a pissed off daughter-in-law.He is not small, and he stands in front of Tang Lou, directly blocking the sight of the big picture.

"Wu Di, you are not wrong. I understand your worries. But everyone has their own rhythm in dealing with problems. Do you understand?" Tang Lou weighed his words carefully, crossed his hands and fingers, resting on his chin.

Wu Di leaned forward, didn't speak for a long time, and then said dejectedly: "If you didn't take my class, Professor, you wouldn't be hurt."

"Stop talking. It's not your fault." Tang Lou got up, rubbed Wu Di's hair, and said softly, "If you are carrying such an assumption, then the person who needs to chat with your uncle is not I, but you."

Wu Di also reached out and touched the top of his head, muttering, "How do you know I didn't go?"

"Huh? What did you say?" Tang Lou had already started to pack his backpack, but couldn't hear what Wu Di said.

"It's nothing. When the car arrives, you must go and have a chat with him." Wu Di knew enough was enough, otherwise if Tang Lou was unhappy, he might not even be able to be a teaching assistant.

Tang Lou glanced at the window regretfully, the setting sun was just in time, it would be a pity to leave now.But if we don't leave now, there is no reason for this conversation to end.

"Send me home?" Tang Lou opened the drawer, took out a 6-pack of canned coffee and handed it to Wu Di, "This can be used as travel expenses, can you?"

Wu Di took the coffee, held it by his side, and sighed softly.

In fact, there is no need to pay any travel expenses, I voluntarily took you home.

Of course, Tang Lou couldn't let Tang Lou know what was in his heart.Sometimes, Wu Di wondered why such a clever Professor Tang didn't understand his own thoughts?

Wu Di walked behind, and when he closed the office door, he stared at the red jacket on the coat rack for a long time, trying hard to remember the style.

I will go to the outdoor goods store in a while to see if I can buy the same model.

He looked down at the jacket on his body, and laughed at himself: "So what if I bought the same style, it's because I didn't dare to wear it in front of him. Coward."

"What are you thinking? Let's go!" Tang Lou shouted at the corner of the stairs, noticing that Wu Di hadn't followed.

"Here we come." Wu Di slammed the door of the office, and quickly chased after him.It is already a luxury to be able to freely appear beside Professor Tang now.

Of course, Tang Lou didn't know what Wu Di was thinking about. As soon as he got in the car, listening to the soothing music and blowing on the air conditioner, he would easily fall asleep in a daze.

Back home, Zhu Guangrong was not there as usual.

He opened the refrigerator, and it was packed to the brim.The bosses deserve to be the ones who own big restaurants, and food and drink are never a problem.

Several food boxes were tied up with ribbons, and a note was pasted saying that they should not be moved.Avoiding these boxes, Tang Lou picked out a portion of fish-flavored shredded pork and threw it into the microwave oven. He also took a baguette, smeared it with butter and threw it into the oven.

He is really not good at cooking, as long as he can fill his stomach, he is content.

He stood on tiptoe and gave a big stretch in the kitchen while he waited for the microwave and oven to work.

While the shoulder blades were opening, there was a faint pain in the back.

It shouldn't hurt, it's been so long.

But the pain came suddenly, and it was so fierce that he couldn't ignore it. He put his hands on the kitchen counter and panted heavily.

Haven't exercised for a long time, have you stretched yet?

Definitely not a relapse.It's not really an old illness, at most it's a new injury that hasn't healed.

The pain did not disappear as soon as he expected, but intensified. He could feel his brows furrowed tightly, and large beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

Ding!

The fish-flavored shredded pork and baguettes were ready at the same time, and the smell of food filled the kitchen, while Tang Lou rushed to the bathroom in a panic.

He couldn't see the wound on his back and wondered if something was really wrong.The whole back was burning, and when he took off his shirt, the fabric of the clothes rubbed against his skin, which made him gasp.

An ugly scar of 20 cm stretched across his snow-white back like a centipede. The stitches were not delicate, but rough and messy.

After being slashed, it was not easy for him to recover a life, and there was really no way to force the others.

How can a wound that has healed long ago be so painful? !

The skin next to it doesn't look any different, what's going on?

Tang Lou tried his best to turn his head, trying to see more in the mirror, but he really couldn't see anything abnormal.

"Tang Lou! What happened to your back?!!!" A sharp female voice yelled.

Tang Lou came back to his senses, hurriedly grabbed the bathrobe hanging on the shelf, put it on casually, and walked towards the panicked Siqi while tying the knot: "Why are you here?"

"I thought there was no one at home, so I just took the key to open the door. Last time, Ah Jun left something in Zhu Guangrong's shop, and I happened to be here, so I came here to get it." Siqi quickly explained.

She walked in and saw that the bathroom door in the living room was open, and found that Tang Lou was at home. She wanted to say hello, but saw the shocking scar.

"What's the matter with your back?" Siqi raised her hand in front of her, wanting to touch Tang Lou, but she didn't dare at all. She was trembling, her eyes drooping, "Did you get injured in Africa? How could it be?" so?"

"It's ready. Look, I'm here right?" Tang Lou endured the pain in his back, and showed a smile that he thought was relaxed.