you better leave me alone

In the end, Wen Chen packed up the plate and took it away.

On the way to the parking lot, Lin Zewu didn't have much energy. Due to his recent injuries, he went to bed early, and now he habitually gets sleepy at this time.

"Do you still want to deliver food?" Wen Chen saw that he looked listless, stopped getting into the car, and asked casually while holding the car door.

Lin Zewu leaned loosely against the railing, with a slight arc bent at his waist, and the hem of his clothes fluttered backwards in the night wind, making his figure thin.

Hearing this, he raised his head: "No, I should go home."

While speaking, Lin Zewu suddenly paused, carefully pondering the meaning of Wen Chen's question, referring to his recent wind direction, and then answering him carefully.

"I want to go back and correct the English test paper. I got 37 points in the class test two days ago. The teacher asked me to copy the test paper again."

Wen Chen nodded and didn't say much.

"Then I'll go first?"

Lin Zewu rode on the bike, with his feet on the ground, and the power brakes were all ready, as if he would pedal five miles away as soon as he heard Chen speak.

Wen Chen was in a strangely complicated mood tonight, and nodded silently again, without saying a word of nonsense from the beginning to the end.

The whole person created an aura of "I know everything, little bastard, don't play tricks", sinking Lin Zewu in it.

Lin Zewu stopped at the spot innocently, faintly feeling that the emotions in Wen Chen's eyes were getting richer and richer, which was not quite right.

Lin Zewu: "..."

What weird things are you thinking about, besides studies and diet, what else do you want to care about him?

Lin Zewu took a deep breath, said "goodbye" in a low voice, and left this place without hesitation, gradually becoming a distant black spot in Wen Chen's vision.

Away from the busiest place at night, the deep alley is audibly quiet, with only the occasional chirping of cicadas.

The moon is covered by a large cloud, and there are basically no people on the road. Only a few massage shops with colorful lights are open.

A few women leaning against the door smoking a cigarette heard the movement and leaned out to check. When they saw Lin Zewu, their faces darkened, and they pulled the door tightly behind their hands.

She doesn't want to deal with him at all, and doesn't want to make money from him. Even though his face is very cute, he can't stand the shadow left by them all these years.

They don't want to go to the police station for a while longer.

The domestic dog tied by the roadside barked perfunctorily a couple of times when it saw Lin Zewu, then lay down silently.

"rather--"

The wheels left two marks on the ground, Lin Zewu got out of the car, pushed the front of the car into the corridor on the first floor, and put on three heavy locks.

He wiped the dust off his hands, pinched the loose and tense muscles of his twitching left shoulder, got up and walked upstairs.

Unexpectedly, the house was not as dark as it used to be when he came back. A small light was on in the living room. Zhao Qian was half lying on the ground, and the kettle in her hand was bubbling. Her eyeballs were motionless, without any fear.

"How did you get out?"

Lin Zewu locked the door, walked over a few steps, forcibly dragged her up from the ground, and threw her onto the sofa under Zhao Qian's various struggles.

The soft sofa sank down hard.

"—Go away!"

"I don't know if it's dangerous? The freshly boiled water will overflow and burn you."

"Don't touch me!" Zhao Qian's voice was sharp and harsh, and she lost control.

The left shoulder was pulled quickly by the sudden force just now, and it was throbbing with pain, even the root of the tooth felt the pain.

Lin Zewu had no choice but to consider a truce with her to recharge his batteries.

Lin Zewu took a deep breath: "Can you move again?"

Zhao Qian was so shocked by his flirty words that she didn't dare to be presumptuous, but she still had an ignorant expression on her face. She didn't understand what "scalding" meant, and she didn't know that she should stay away from boiling water.

So Lin Zewu's lesson just now made her at a loss, and gradually turned into incomprehensible anger.

Lin Zewu endured the burst of anger, breathed calmly and squatted in front of her, holding her fingers by her legs.

Zhao Qian's fingers were cold, she was even trembling slightly, her eyes fixed on him, it could be seen how much she wanted to beat Lin Zewu up.

Lin Zewu had a pain in the back of his head, so he tried to keep his voice down so as not to scare her.

"If you get burned, your face will not look good. You look so beautiful now, don't you?"

"..." Zhao Qian looked warily.

Lin Zewu opened the drawer, and inside there was a pack of crystal hairpins bought last time, with various graphics and colors, which were extremely attractive in Zhao Qian's eyes.

Lin Zewu picked out a pink strawberry hairpin and lowered his voice to coax her: "Be good, I'll bring you the hairpin."

"..."

From the barbecue stand, I heard that Chen's current residence is not far away, it only takes 10 minutes to drive, but the three traffic lights were blocked for 10 minutes.

Wen Chen locked the car door exhausted physically and mentally, and walked towards the elevator. He raised his hand to loosen the tie that was tightly tied around the collar, and waited for the elevator to reach the first floor.

"Ding--"

Wen Chen raised his eyelids, and paused as he was about to move forward.

A man crawled out of the door, wearing dark blue overalls, with an inexplicably familiar appearance.

——It’s the landlord who lives in Wenchen’s building.

"Give way! Let me go! Fuck? Wen Chen!" The man noticed Wen Chen standing at the door, his eyes widened instantly, and he ran back again, "Do you have a car?"

Wen Chen's arm was strangled by him, and the other party seemed very impatient.

"Have."

The landlord was even more excited, and sprayed him with saliva: "Do me a favor, I thank you Wen Xiaoye for the rest of my life, please do me a favor!"

He almost shook the takeaway box in Wen Chen's hand, and covered his face with his backhand.

"What's the matter, tell me first."

"My mother just fainted, can you take us to the hospital?"

fainted?

The landlord's mother is not eighty this year, but seventy, it's not a trivial matter to faint.

Wen Chen's arm hurts from being grabbed by him: "Okay, let go first, I'll go drive."

"Thank you, Boss, for making a fortune!"

The landlord quickly ran back into the elevator, and the elevator door closed again under Wen Chen's nose.

There is a scent of flowers in the cleaned space, mixed with a down-to-earth barbecue smell.

Wen Chen endured it, tied the plastic bag tightly, and brought it back to the car.

Hospital emergency department.

The emergency room after nine o'clock was still crowded.

"what happened?"

"According to the family members, the patient suddenly fainted..."

"Wow—"

The curtains covered the inside tightly.

After Wen Chen sent him in, he had nothing to do. The doctor made a diagnosis inside. He stood silently at the door, and there was a gloomy landlord squatting beside him.

"My mother came over from my hometown just today, I shouldn't have let her come here alone..."

"The family also specially roasted fish head with chopped peppers, but she didn't eat a single bite. Why does it smell like barbecue?"

Wen Chen ruthlessly said: "Not really."

The landlord hugged his head and cried: "Grandma's, I'm hallucinating..."

Hearing that Chen Pingsheng was the worst at comforting others, he simply shut up.

"Which one is the family member of the patient?"

A doctor came out from behind the curtain, holding a medical record in his hand, and his expression was not very good.

The landlord wiped his face and hurriedly greeted him: "Me! Doctor, how is my mother?"

"A blood vessel in the brain is blocked and surgery is needed as soon as possible."

"Is the operation dangerous? Hey, my wife, don't cry. When my mother recovers, I'll take her here! Come, the doctor, I'll sign it..."