He doesn't want to make green tea

When climbing up the stairs in the corridor, Zhang Yu felt like a fleeing mouse.

The stairwell of the old building was very narrow and smelled musty, just like his hole. He didn't know where the people behind him were chasing, so he could only dig into the hole desperately to feel safe.

He was in a daze, and his footsteps were heavy, thumping, and the sound of footsteps was very abrupt in the silence, disturbing the rest of the surrounding residents. After a while, there was a burst of shouting and cursing in the corridor.

The people living in the building are all mixed lives. After a hard day, they go home to rest and are woken up by Zhang Yu. They are not very good tempered. Zhang Yu is scolded, but he can understand.

The old man next door, with trembling hands, was sitting in the communal kitchen drinking porridge. There was only a plate of fried fish with more bones than meat. His mouth moved slowly, and Zhang Yu was so frightened that he dropped his chopsticks.

People who live here are struggling to live.

Zhang Yu has never had such a clear feeling for a moment, not because he cares about Zhang Feng or others, but because he feels embarrassed.

When he was a child, he had good grades and was beautiful. He never thought that one day his life would be like this. As Ren Xingwang said, his future could not see any direction. It's booming.

After wiping his face, Zhang Yu finally felt safe when he arrived at the door of his house. Hearing the sound, Zhang Feng did not catch up. Zhang Yu dropped his schoolbag and began to search for the keys.

He usually puts the key in the side pocket of his backpack, but at this time he wanted to reach out and take it out, but he couldn't find it.

The rest of the Coca-Cola was placed in that position, and it must have been thrown away in a panic.

Zhang Yu was a little at a loss. A mouse had lost its nest and was exposed on the street. The scolding in the corridor gradually stopped. He heard hurried footsteps coming from the stairwell, and he squatted slowly at the door, hugging his head.

Zhang Feng caught up, and he was about to die.

The visitor's footsteps reached the stairs, and gradually approached him slowly, but Zhang Yu didn't want to run anymore, and he couldn't run anymore. He felt someone stopped in front of him, but he didn't dare to look up.

Maybe Zhang Feng will grab him by the hair and pull him out, maybe he will be beaten up by Fatty.

Zhang Yu has no regrets.

He just hated, hated that he didn't have the ability to punch Zhang Feng, it would be best if he could blind his eyes, even if he died here today, it didn't matter.

His life was already extra, and there was nothing worth living in the first place. As long as he could make the other party lose something, Zhang Yu was willing to do anything.

The more he thought about it, the more agitated his body became, as if his mind was dazzled by anger.

The person standing in front of him didn't move.

Finally Zhang Yu raised his head with red eyes, wanting to touch the knife in his schoolbag.

Ever since the day Xia Chen was punished, he had been afraid of being blocked and beaten, so there was a dagger in his schoolbag.

He looked up and bumped into a pair of eyes.

The opponent is tall, casting a shadow, and the face cannot be seen clearly against the light, but the posture of the hands in the pockets is easy to recognize.

Zhang Yu looked up at Luo Wei, his eyes were red, and there was a very clear slap print on his face, like a vicious little beast being cornered. His father's palm is relatively big, and the slap print could not be blocked by the mask. It was also swollen.

The young man in white short sleeves frowned slightly.

Perhaps because the commotion between Zhang Yu and his son was quite serious, Luo Wei, who had just washed up in the water room on the first floor, could hear almost all the conversation clearly. out of the water room.

It's not that he is nosy, Luo Wei can't understand men who are domestically violent.

"What are you doing squatting here?"

Zhang Yu was instantly discouraged. The moment he saw the outsider, all the impulses that had arisen from fear just now seemed to have been washed away.

He leaned against the wall and silently pulled up the mask, not wanting others to see his appearance at the moment, lowered his head a little, and did not look at each other: "I lost the key."

It was only when he opened his mouth that he realized that his voice was a little hoarse, perhaps because he was too tired from running, and his throat was a little sore.

Luo Wei didn't ask him much, as if he wasn't curious, he took out his key and opened the door.

The sound of the key turning reached Zhang Yu's ears, and the man pushed the door open, still as rudely as ever, but in the end he kindly reminded: "He has already left."

Zhang Yu didn't know if Zhang Feng had gone far, and the courage to die together was gone. He was very weak. The bottle of Coke just now must have angered the man. If he was caught, Zhang Yu would definitely end badly.

After all, he is just 17 years old this year. Even if he has a little more foresight, he will still be afraid and at a loss when facing many things.

But if he didn't go downstairs, where should he go?Spending the night in the stairwell?

Luo Wei did not leave at the door, and put the key on the shoe cabinet after a while, but the door was not closed, and his voice was still faint, and he said to Zhang Yu who seemed to be dumbfounded: "Either go downstairs to find the key, or come in."

Zhang Yu was a little surprised and looked up at the man.

He didn't expect Lowe to let him in one day, even under such circumstances.

Of course, Zhang Yu would not choose to go downstairs to look for it. It would be best if he could have a place to sleep for the night, so he followed him hesitantly.

Luo Wei's room was slightly larger than Zhang Yu's room, with a TV, a sofa for sleeping, and a few medals in a small box by the wall.

Zhang Yu couldn't understand what the award was, and sat on the sofa a little awkwardly.

Luo Wei ignored him, changed his shoes, and went into the kitchen after a while. After a few minutes, he brought out two bowls of instant noodles, without even adding an egg, and put them on the table.

It looks like I have no appetite.

"Do you want to eat?" the man asked.

"eat."

Zhang Yu moved to the side of the table. Although his face was hot and painful, he still forced a smile. He felt that no one would like a person with a sad face all the time. Even when he was injured, he still behaved as usual. There is tea in the tea, but there is such a big slap on the face, which is weird no matter how you look at it:

"It's the first time I've come to your house, and the first time I've eaten something you cook. Your friend won't misunderstand you, right?"

"Okay, you." Lowe interrupted him, and set up all the meals.

There is no one else here, and Luo Wei is a person who can fully see his small thoughts, so those thoughts are not necessary at all.

Zhang Yucai finally calmed down, lowered his head, and started to eat. He didn't raise his head to take a peek at Luo Wei until he finished eating. The man put down the bowl and chopsticks, took his bowl to the sink, and washed it again. Ask Zhang Yu to wash Zhang Yu's own bowl as well.

After everything was packed, I sat by the TV.

Zhang Yu thought for a long time before coming up to speak:

"Can you not tell others what happened today?"

Unlike the usual impression that people don't want to be nosy, Lowe asked casually:

"why?"

Zhang Yu took his finger off the sofa and hung it by his side:

"I don't want people to know that I live like this."

His voice is very low, it is his sincerity, it is difficult to speak.

"There are people who live no matter what." Luo Wei pressed his finger on the remote control, "In this building, everyone is pretty much the same."

Luo Wei didn't give him an answer, so Zhang Yu didn't know how to answer. He felt that this should not be said by a young master with a good background and everything, and Luo Wei couldn't understand the lives of other people in this building at all. .

No matter where he lives, he will always be accompanied by his parents and family members. Even if he rebels for a while, he doesn't have to worry about the consequences of rebellion. Any day in danger.

Lowe is the only different person in this building. He has a good family background, his own hobbies, and willful capital.

People like Zhang Yu, who was humiliated because of 1 yuan since childhood, have a different living environment.

Therefore, Luo Wei's self-confidence has never been the same as that of Zhang Yu. Even though he lives in the same building, Luo Wei does not understand Zhang Yu's desire to hide, because Luo Wei does not care about other people's eyes.

Because he doesn't care about other people's eyes and opinions, Luo Wei can be indifferent to others and can be a loner.

But Zhang Yu always only wants to please other people, and is afraid that others will look down on him, although it often backfires.

He understands that only by not caring about himself can he really become strong, but in the growth and winking day after day, he has not become a strong person.

"I don't want to be known by others... I don't want others to look down on me, I don't want others to know that I live in a broken building and have such a father..."

His speech was a bit confused, and he looked even weaker in front of people like Luo Wei, but the trembling in his voice could not be ignored.

Luo Wei didn't watch the TV again this time. Hearing this, he seemed to watch Zhang Yu carefully for a while. It was the first time he had watched it carefully since we had known each other for a long time. After a while, he said slowly, "It's not something you can choose."

He is not a character who likes to teach others very much. He has never experienced the growth of others. When he talks about persuasion, he is essentially standing up and talking without pain in his back.

But he can't comfort people, and he doesn't like to interfere with other people's lives.

Before Zhang Yu could say anything, Luo Wei stood up from the sofa and stretched, as if he was sleepy, interrupted the topic: "You sleep on the sofa."

Of course, Zhang Yu didn't expect Luo Wei to take him in, and he could live on the sofa for him.

He silently responded.

After that, I washed up, packed my clothes, turned off the light and went to bed, and the room was plunged into darkness.

Zhang Yu's mind was in a mess. He felt that he should say something at this time. After telling his secrets to others, he always felt uneasy, because he was afraid that people who knew his secrets would hate him, so he wanted to find a topic more and more. .

So he remembered his list of lost youths again, thought of Lian Yuanqing during the day, and asked, "Did you hit Lian Yuanqing today? Do you two have any grievances?"

Luo Wei ignored him and didn't speak, but Zhang Yu knew he wasn't asleep because the phone beside the bed was still on, so he took a deep breath and managed to sneak in. If there was no progress on the list of lost youths, even In vain.

"I just answered a question for you, can you answer me as well?"

The voice was already a little weird.

The more Lowe refused to express his sincerity and frankness just now, the more frightened he became.

Lowe clicked his tongue and replied, "I didn't touch him."

Zhang Yu shut up, but she still couldn't help thinking, could it be that Lian Yuanqing was not beaten by Luo Wei?

He was confused for a moment, and later realized that Lian Yuanqing didn't seem to have said that it was Luo Wei who beat someone, but he didn't deny it when Zhang Yu said it was Luo Wei.

He almost forgot that Luo Wei never liked to pick things up. Zhang Yu was a little preconceived by the design of his rival. In order to ease the embarrassment, he asked a second question:

"Isn't your family very rich? Why do you live here?"

When he asked this sentence, Lowe didn't answer him.

Zhang Yu was quiet for a while, then sat up again, and glanced in that direction. The light of the mobile phone was still there, but it seemed to be deliberately hidden, half hidden under the quilt.

Did Luo Wei pretend to be asleep because he didn't want to answer him?

Zhang Yu saw that this person seemed to have a good temper today, and he actually pretended to be asleep for him, which was really different from the usual impression.

So he boldly repeated the question again.

This time Luo Wei finally seemed to be tired of Zhang Yu's moaning. He said coldly from the bed, and threw something on the floor far away from Zhang Yu, "Why don't you go to sleep in the corridor?"

Zhang Yu:"……"

As expected, Lowe was still the same Lowe.

He pulled the quilt silently, lay down and fell asleep.

Luo Wei slept well and didn't make a sound all night, but Zhang Yu couldn't sleep soundly, always waking up, the place on his face was swollen and the wound was hot.

He had a lot of dreams in a mess, dreaming of his grandma, and then dreaming of his mother after a while.

He got up habitually at five o'clock in the morning. When he woke up, his face was wet. He thought it was drooling while sleeping on someone else's sofa. When he touched it casually, it didn't stick, only to realize that he was crying in a dream.

Although I can't remember the content of the dream clearly, the feeling still lingers, Zhang Yu sat blankly for a while, feeling empty and uncomfortable.

Randomly took out two pieces of paper to wipe away the tears, then got up and went out, ready to buy some breakfast.

Not many people come out to set up stalls at this time, and Zhang Yu is basically the first customer.

When he came back after buying breakfast, he found that Luo Wei had also woken up, washing up in the water room, his hair was a bit messy, and his face was not good-looking.

Seeing Zhang Yu enter the door, he pointed to the key placed on the edge of the pool.

Zhang Yu's heart skipped a beat: "You found it?"

"The landlord picked it up." The other party said concisely.

Zhang Yu picked up his key and handed the breakfast to Luo Wei: "Thank you yesterday."

He was afraid that Luo Wei would refuse, so he added: "If you treat me to dinner, I will treat you to dinner as well. I don't want to owe favors."