I still don't want to go to school today

Xu Zhijian didn't ask any more questions, but just moved his head forward, waiting for the right moment to cross the green belt directly, and the wheels ran over the grass blades at high speed.He didn't stop after entering the gate of the community, and rode in one breath to the position where he could see the window of Fu Luojia's living room.

Fu Luojia rolled down from the back seat, "Lock the car and follow me... Hurry up." He even tugged on Xu Zhijian's cuff in desperation—at the gate of the community, he was in a daze It seemed that the man had also connected his small battery.

"Ah?" Although Xu Zhibian was surprised, he quickly released the lock, and followed Fu Luojia into the corridor.

The elevator stopped at the fifth floor and did not move. Fu Luojia hit the button with an upward arrow at the door of the elevator twice.

Xu Zhibian glanced at him, "Which floor is your house on?"

"Sixth floor."

"Then take the stairs?"

There was a sound of footsteps behind him, Fu Luojia tensed up again, "... yes."

The stairwell is to the left of the elevator shaft, very narrow and has no windows.The ceiling is not high, so you can touch it with your hands, and when two people stand side by side and raise their arms a little, they can bump into each other's shoulders.

At this time, it's just stuffy here, and you can see cobwebs on the lampshade when you look up. In July and August, it will be so hot that even the mosquitoes will disappear.

But at least no one followed here—only two rhythmic footsteps were reflected from the gray walls.

"Haven't you arrived yet?" Xu Zhibian asked, "What floor is this?"

Only then did Fu Luojia realize that he was panting from climbing the stairs, "...I didn't count."

Xu Zhibian put his head on his knees and lowered his head to laugh, "I didn't even count, it seems to be the seventh floor already?"

"Sorry," Fu Luojia poked his head out of the security door to look at the number plate on the corridor, "but we are actually on the eighth floor now. We have to... go back two floors."

Xu Zhibian followed him and turned around, "It's okay. It's very—" He concealed the rest of the word and spoke softly, "Anyway, don't be nervous."

After entering the door, Fu Luojia threw down the sentence "no need to change shoes", and went straight to the water dispenser.

Xu Zhibian reminded him behind him: "It's best to drink hot water."

But after he took a big gulp, the stomach wall faithfully fed back the water temperature to him, and curled up violently.

Then he rushed to the toilet again.

This time, he should have vomited almost all the sushi he ate, his legs were trembling slightly, and he had to hold the mirror to rinse his mouth.After washing his face, he returned to the living room with his wet forehead.

Xu Zhibian was very quiet, leaning back on the sofa, almost integrated with the pillow.

Normally speaking, a person who has never stepped into his house suddenly sat on his sofa one day, and his posture was extremely relaxed, so it should appear abrupt no matter what - but Xu Zhijian didn't.

A drop of water slid down from his forehead, Fu Luojia rubbed his eyes.The absolute silence of the environment finally made him react slowly, and he had to tell Xu Zhijian about this matter, and it would be best if he could explain the reason clearly.

"Can you stay here before you go? I know it's boring, but—"

"I came up because I planned to leave when I went to school in the afternoon." Xu Zhijian patted the cross-stitch doll next to him with his hand, "You kept looking back when you came here, what's the matter?"

"... There is a man," Fu Luojia's eyes wandered, "I saw him in the hospital, and he seemed to be behind us when we left, and I seemed to see him again just now."

This statement is not convincing at all, but he finally emphasized: "Anyway, you don't go downstairs now."

Xu Zhibian didn't ask anything for the time being, just nodded.

Fu Luojia had no experience in entertaining guests, so he sat there for a while before thinking of what to do. When he opened his mouth, he found that his mind was like a pot of boiled asphalt: "Do you want to watch TV? I still have TV in my room." On the computer, if you want to use your mobile phone to connect to the wireless network, click on the Tengda with the best signal, and the password is eight and one. Are you cold or hot, do you want to turn on the air conditioner? Do you want to drink tea or—” He suddenly stopped.

Xu Zhibian: "?"

Fu Luojia: "..."

Fu Luojia: "...I'm sorry."

Xu Zhibian raised his eyes, "I'm sorry for what?"

Fu Luojia looked at the floor tiles, "...there seems to be no tea at home."

Xu Zhibian buried his face in the pillow beside him, his laughing voice was muffled by the cloth. "Foraka."

"……Um?"

"Sit down first."

Fu Luojia obediently moved a chair to the coffee table, and sat down with his back straight.

"You just said that someone is following us? Who is that person, do you know him?" Xu Zhijian also sat up straight and looked at him seriously.

Fu Luojia relaxed his spine a little, and pressed against the back of the chair: "I don't know it. But I probably made a mistake—"

Xu Zhibian propped his chin and frowned while pondering. "Zheng Junyu and the others haven't had any trouble recently..."

"No." Fu Luojia quickly denied, "Not...a student."

"Is that so." Xu Zhijian exhaled, "A member of the society? Then directly—"

"—Call the police." The time gap between these two words and the previous sentence was a bit long, so that Fu Luojia suspected that Xu Zhiyan didn't want to say this at first.

Very reasonable.

But Fu Luojia still blurted out "no".

As soon as he threw out the word, he avoided Xu Zhijian's gaze.The sound of the sparrow flapping its wings could be heard from the railing of the balcony. When he looked over, the tip of its brown-gray tail had just disappeared under the eaves.

——He couldn't make up a reason for refusing to call the police until his chest hurt. He felt like he was being held in midair, unable to go up or down.

Xu Zhijian would ask why.Then he answered—what did he answer?

Why are you so scared?Why not call the police?Why not make it clear?Why--

Xu Zhibian said: "Then don't call the police. Anyway, I'm here."

Phroka's chair legs scraped heavily against the floor tiles, making harsh noises. "……ah."

Xu Zhibian pulled a pillow and stuffed it into his arms. "I want to use your hair dryer."

Fu Luojia went into the bathroom, reached out and turned on the light.

There was a little bit of toothpaste on the mirror, so he took a towel to wipe it off, but halfway through it he found that he was using the one for washing his face, and turned on the faucet to wash the towel again.

After he hung up the towel again, it was sweating that he realized that it was the Yuba that he had just opened.

He flicked the switch with his backhand, and the light suddenly dimmed.His eyes didn't have time to adapt to the change, he felt the darkness and reached out to support the wall.

He listened to the sound of dripping water in the dark and calmed down to think about what he was looking for.

—he accidentally forgot.

Xu Zhibian is sitting outside now.He just said he was going to—

Fu Luojia retreated to the toilet door, from here only Xu Zhi's raised right foot could be seen.The foot shook slightly, "Hair dryer."

"...Okay, I got it." He almost went to move the electric fan in the bedroom based on a vague impression.

The hair dryer at home is not small, and it has a negative ion drying function that he doesn't understand at all.Xu Zhijian picked it up with his wrist, and fiddled with the miscellaneous keys for a while.

Fu Luojia watched the hair on his forehead bouncing up and down in the air current that was hot and cold from hour to hour.Finally a certain gear satisfied him, "Fu Luojia."

"Ok?"

"Come here."

Fu Luojia hesitated, "...what?"

"Can you get me that chair here?"

He put the chair in front of Xu Zhiman, Xu Zhiman grabbed the armrest and turned it around: "You sit here."

"..." Fu Luojia's breathing was stagnant in the hot wind blowing in front of him. "you want--"

"Your hair is wet in front of you."

"I can..."

"Your hands are shaking."

"..."

Xu Zhibian sat at the beginning, and felt awkward after adjusting his posture for a long time, then he half-kneeled on the sofa, holding a hair dryer from above to deal with Luo Jia's head condescendingly.

Xu Zhibian's fingers were icy, the kind that couldn't be warmed up by the heating power of a hair dryer.Fu Luojia felt his fingers resting on the root of his hair, back and forth along with the hot wind, constantly sweeping lightly, sometimes stopping to comb the hair with his fingers.He was very interested and attentive, but what he couldn't hide was that his movements were a little jerky, obviously not a skilled worker in this field.

Fu Luojia sat back on the chair, leaning on the back of the chair with both hands, hanging his head and half-opening his eyes.Because Xu Zhibian's movements were too gentle, drying all the hair seemed to be a huge project that took a long time.

He covered his mouth and yawned, and lowered his chin a little further and rested it on his arm.

Xu Zhibian slid his fingers aside and rubbed his temples.

When the "whining" sound of the hair dryer stopped, Fu Luojia still had a few short dreams in front of his eyes.His brain between waking and sleeping directed him to grab Xu Zhijian's wrist which was pulling the plug,

"...Don't go downstairs."

"...I'm not going downstairs." Xu Zhibian's face was shrouded in a furry orange halo. "I'm not leaving."

Fu Luojia opened the glass door between the living room and the balcony, and looked out while leaning on the railing on the balcony.

It was when the sun was shining at noon, and there were very few cars on the road.Occasionally, a small car sprinted from one end to the other, its tires rolling over the ground, like a gust of wind passing low in the sky.

In the county town, battery cars are considered a relatively popular means of transportation, and there are especially many parked at the entrance of the community.He looked at the three-wheeled battery bicycles parked under the shade of every tree in his field of vision, and found three pink batteries.

They lined up head to tail with other cars, quietly and harmlessly.

He looked at it for a while, then turned and went back to the living room.

"Do you want to take a nap?"

Xu Zhibian was staring at something on his phone with a slight smile on his face. "—huh? What?"

Fu Luojia waited for him to look up before saying, "...it's nothing, you continue."

"They passed me the stand-up comedy script. I'll send it to you."

Fu Luojia clicked on the message, and the title of the document passed: "One Middle School, Two Three Things".

Based on the topic, Fu Luojia could roughly guess the content, and what he saw when he went in a little bit was not much different from what he imagined.This script is obviously created by the students themselves, there is no serious narrative discussion, and the way of setting the burden is also very immature. "...Have you decided to do this?"

"Actually, I don't really think about it. Otherwise, I will go to host, but the host will stay there until the end." Xu Zhijian woke up his throat, and suddenly calmed down his tone: "The spring breeze brings warmth and the fragrance of flowers—"

"..." Fu Luojia couldn't help asking, "Is this the host draft?"

"No," Xu Zhijian tapped the phone screen, "It's from the cross talk lines." Then he randomly picked out a few lines and read them, every word was round and smooth.

"...Are you from the radio station?"

The breath in Xu Zhibian's throat dissipated immediately, and he returned to his usual rambling tone: "Elementary school is."

"Is there a radio in elementary school?"

Xu Zhijian raised his eyebrows. "Yes. I read it on the radio station—today is the Ching Ming Festival on April [-]th, I wish Fu Luojia, the second class of the sixth grade——"

Fu Luojia was stunned.

"--Happy birthday."