you better leave me alone

The phrase "not a big problem" seemed to be comforting him, Lin Zewu nodded to save face.

Wen Chen Yuguang drifted to the next door reservedly, saw that he was not passionate, and couldn't help but said: "It's almost half a year, don't say [-] points, [-] points can be scored, as long as it is not fatal problems such as IQ and logic... "

Lin Zewu agreed lightly.

Wen Chen heard something was wrong, looked up at him, and found that his eyebrows were slightly depressed, and his mind was not on this matter at all.

"What are you thinking about?"

Lin Zewu put his hands together on his thighs, and his index fingers touched each other unconsciously, the car was very quiet and fragile.

Lin Zewu slid down a little bit, looked out the window at the junction between the busy traffic and the sky, and whispered, "The school..."

"far away?"

"Not too far."

Wen Chen thought about it for a while, but Lin Zewu shook his head to himself, not intending to mention it any more.

Before arriving at the hot pot restaurant, Lin Zewu leaned against the back of the chair and closed his eyes to rest, his chest rose and fell slightly, looking very thin.

Wen Chen dragged him upstairs, there were a lot of people at this point, there were two lines at the door, and it took a lot of effort for them to squeeze past.

"Fortunately, I made a reservation online before picking you up, otherwise I would have to wait two hours to call the number." Wen Chen sadly opened the way ahead.

Lin Zewu was dazzled by his pure white shirt: "...Be careful with your clothes."

Wen Chen took him to a small quiet corner, each table was separated by wooden boards, and vines were still crawling on the wooden boards.

Ignoring the fact that it's fake, all in all, the atmosphere is nice.

After being seated, Wen Chen went to lie down in the bathroom, and when he came back after drying his hands, he saw Lin Zewu drawing circles on the menu.

Wen Chen leaned over to take a look from behind him, and then stopped by his hand.

Lin Zewu stopped moving.

I heard that Chen took the pen in his hand, made a few deep circles on the abalone, geoduck and all kinds of beef, then flipped through the menu, chose a black forest cake, and chose a cheese cheesecake.

When he was about to circle the ice cream, Lin Zewu reached out to hold his hand.

Wen Chen twitched, but didn't.

Lin Zewu grabbed his arm firmly: "I can't eat it."

"how come."

Lin Zewu said: "You don't eat."

Wen Chen thought for a while, then let go of the pen.

There was no embarrassment on Wen Chen's face, he put his hand on top of his head and stroked it: "The cabbage is very good, healthy."

Lin Zewu took back control of the pen, endured it, and finally forced a few words through his teeth: "Isn't it for you?"

Wen Chen did not change his face, and said sincerely: "I am very touched, thank you."

Although there are a lot of people in this shop, the dishes are served quickly, and the chef probably has become a shadowless hand.

There were meaty bones at the bottom of the pot, Wen Chen scooped up two for him, and Lin Zewu worked hard to finish them off.

Boys in this age group eat a lot, Lin Zewu does not eat much, plus he had too many things to do before, his body was extremely exhausted, and he fell into a vicious circle.

Today is normal.

Wen Chen saw that his face was rosy, and he ran away completely because of a little depression in school just now, and pushed two pieces of cake over.

In the end, I finished eating one piece, and the remaining piece couldn't be packed anymore.

Lin Zewu covered his stomach and waved his hands, expressing that he would not eat.

After leaving the store, the hot air dissipated completely, and the layer of hot air behind it disappeared within a few seconds.

They walked along the path to the parking lot, and the street lights on both sides of the road stretched out the shadows.

The weather outside the house was estimated to be below zero, and white gas came out as soon as he spoke, floating upwards along the dim light, and finally dissipated in midair.

Lin Zewu was so cold that he stopped talking, Wen Chen held his hand hanging by his side, stuffed it into the pocket of his coat together, and warmed it up after 2 minutes.

"Why do you wear so little?"

Lin Zewu exhaled: "It's cooling down at night, I'm wearing two sweaters."

"It won't be cold when you get in the car." Wen Chen scratched his palm, then took out the car key.

In the car, Wen Chen saw that he was usually too tired and wanted to let him rest more, but it was Lin Zewu who spoke first.

"How long have you been back this time?" Lin Zewu leaned back in his chair, stared ahead, and casually chatted with him.

"Three or four days, after this winter, I won't go."

Lin Zewu stood up straight: "Aren't you going?"

"Do not……"

Suddenly feeling the warm breath, Wen Chen's hands fiddled with the seat belt paused.

Wen Chen raised his eyes and saw Lin Zewu's upper body leaning forward slightly, which made them very close.

Wen Chen pondered for a second: "I won't go."

After Wen Chen finished answering, he raised his head and kissed him, but the angle was too tricky, so he could only kiss the corner of his mouth.

Take a bite and taste the sweetness of the cake.

Wen Chen backed away a little, and said with a smile: "Come back and get promoted."

Wen Chen has been traveling back and forth for more than a year. Sometimes, to save trouble, he drives back and forth directly. He can draw the two-hour journey with his eyes closed.

Lin Zewu seemed to have heard some amazing news, staring at him without saying a word, his eyes gradually widened.

"So happy? I'm speechless." Wen Chen joked.

Lin Zewu opened his mouth, and finally closed it quietly, then turned his head and looked out of the window, and when he heard that Chen was concentrating on looking at the road, he pursed the corners of his mouth and bent.

Wen Chen has not lived at home for too long, the quilt has not been dried, and the floor has not been dragged.

Although he usually kept it clean, but there was a musty smell when he opened the door in the empty space for several months.

Wen Chen stood at the door, frowning, unwilling to step in, preferring to be the door god outside.

He was thinking about a way, and suddenly his gaze fell on the person beside him.

Lin Zewu leaned against the door frame idly, stared at the floor with his head down, then raised his hands and yawned silently.

Wen Chen clasped his arms in vain, raised his index finger and tapped on the other arm: "Student Xiaolin."

This title made Lin Zewu sober up on the spot. He raised his eyelids and saw that Chen was looking at him with complicated eyes, so he couldn't help standing up straight.

"what?"

Hearing that Chen approached him step by step, behind Lin Zewu was the door frame, there was nowhere to retreat, so he was firmly blocked.

Wen Chen put his hand on the left side of his face, lowered his voice, and Lin Zewu's back felt a little itchy.

The strong sense of oppression is close at hand, Lin Zewu frowned, and raised his hand to his chest: "You..."

Wen Chen's appearance, warmth and delicacy can't be trusted.

His facial features are cold, and a sharp arc is drawn out from the end of his eyes. As long as he presses his eyelids down a little, that coldness will overflow unknowingly, but it has been hidden behind the lens all year round.

Lin Zewu felt it now.

However, Wen Chen didn't do it on purpose, it was purely because he was taller, so he could only look down at him.

In addition, as soon as Wen Chen came out of the conference room, he drove all the way home. He was still wearing the cold-colored formal suit, and his whole body was meticulously repaired, even the fingertips.

Lin Zewu seemed to feel the prelude of the wind and rain.

"What's wrong?" Lin Zewu glanced at room 503, wondering what he was looking at, "Have you been burglarized?"

Wen Chen shook his head, pretending to be deep: "There is something I want to discuss with you."

Lin Zewu didn't understand, so he said, "Say it."

"My house has been unoccupied for a long time, so it must be moldy." Wen Chen raised his chin and raised his head, beckoning, "How many days shall I stay at your house?"

Lin Zewu waited for a while: "That's it?"

Wen Chen held the question mark: "Otherwise?"

Lin Zewu was silent for a while: "OK."

With approval, Wen Chen closed the door with his backhand, and led him up the stairs in a familiar way.

After entering the door, he took out his slippers and changed them with ease, and finally took his clothes and went straight to the bathroom. Within two seconds, there was the sound of running water.

Lin Zewu locked the door, threw his schoolbag on the stool, and walked to the bedroom.

He opened a crack in the door and walked sideways to the bed. Because of the night light, he could see part of the room clearly.

Lin Zewu held Zhao Qian's hand accurately, his skin was very cold, he frowned, and stuffed his hand back under the quilt.

Lin Zewu put the heater closer, then walked out of the room, and brought back a hot water bottle after a while.

After stuffing the hot water bottle into the quilt and smoothing the top rolled up blanket, Lin Zewu heaved a sigh of relief and exited without a sound.

Lin Zewu returned to the stool at the door, and took out a book of English words to read.

His liberal arts are a little weak, and if he wants to improve his score, he has to work hard in Chinese and English.

Lin Zewu walked back to his bed, lay down on the mat, read a book next to the small desk lamp.

Turned to the darkest table lamp, hearing the muffled sound of running water ticking through the door, Lin Zewu was in a trance.

——He only had an average of three hours of sleep a day some time ago.

Lin Zewu shook his head trying to wake up, his eyelids were a little heavy.

When Wen Chen came out, he saw that Lin Zewu was lying on his stomach without moving. He picked up the notebook on the floor, put it on the table, then turned off all the lights in the living room, and lay on the side of the mat by the light of the desk lamp.

Lin Zewu was in a light sleep, and when he woke up suddenly, he was stunned for a while, and asked, "What time is it?"

Wen Chen made a rough calculation: "You only slept for 10 minutes."

Lin Zewu turned over, groped for a while, pulled out his pajamas, sat up propped up, covered his face with his hands and took a deep breath, then got up to wash.

When he came back from the wash, he wasn't sober, he almost fell into a daze after lying down.

Seeing his appearance, Wen Chen asked worriedly, "Why is your spirit so poor, are you sick?"

Lin Zewu turned over and curled up facing the wall. He muttered in a low voice and replied: "I didn't sleep well, just sleep well."

So Wen Chen put down his phone, turned off the desk lamp, and pulled the quilt to hug him.

They are like two spoons, stacked forward and backward in unison, facing the wall.

In the dark, Wen Chen's slow breathing rose and fell regularly behind Lin Zewu's ear, and sprayed on the side of his ear.

Lin Zewu's ear tips were hot, a little itchy but not very itchy.

Weird feeling, he thought.

This posture is not uncomfortable, the person behind him is very warm, dispelling the coldness in the quilt.

Lin Zewu was really sleepy, so he briefly patted his hand on his waist, and after closing his eyes, his breathing gradually calmed down.

He is too tired.

I slept very deeply today.

morning.

Headache, backache.

Lin Zewu woke up with a swollen head, half-closed his eyes and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

I don't know what time it is, but seeing that the sky is still dark, Lin Zewu tentatively thinks it's still early.

Lin Zewu turned over slowly, and saw Wen Chen on the other side watching a tennis match with his mobile phone, and turned it to mute, so Lin Zewu didn't hear it.

"Wake up." Wen Chen stuffed the hot water bottle into his arms, "Breakfast is on the table."

breakfast?

Lin Zewu thought he was just waking up to watch the football game.

"what time is it?"

Wen Chen slid his fingertips and pulled down the screen: "It's past nine o'clock."

Lin Zewu said dumbly: "I thought it was still early."

"It's snowing outside. When I just went out, it seemed that I was hit by hail a few times?" Wen Chen squeezed against him with the corner of the quilt, "It's too cold."

Lin Zewu hugged the hot water bottle in his arms, wondering: "Where did this come from?"

Wen Chen said: "I just went downstairs to get it, but luckily it didn't get moldy."

Lin Zewu was lying comfortably, and suddenly shrank to the side: "...Don't touch me, your hands are so cold."

"..."

Wen Chen stuck out a finger to poke him unwillingly, Lin Zewu flinched several times, and after poking, Wen Chen stopped moving a few centimeters away.

After a long while, Lin Zewu stretched out one arm out of the quilt, held on for three seconds and then retracted.

They nestled together for another two hours, and Lin Zewu had to get up to cook until lunch time, and he had to feed Zhao Qian.

When he got out of the bed, Lin Zewu was still holding the vocabulary of the English exam syllabus in his hand, and he was taken directly into the kitchen, where he was steaming eggs while reciting words.

Wen Chen felt that he was playing tricks.

in the afternoon.

Wen Chen called Lin Zewu over, and they got together and looked at the school list from previous years.

"This won't work, it's too far away."

"do not like."

"This line, University Z." Wen Chen said, "It's been more than an hour from your house, and this is what you want to take the test?"

Lin Zewu: "Yes."

Wen Chen recalled that he seemed to have some scruples last night, and asked him: "If you can pass the exam, will you go?"

Lin Zewu leaned against the wall, silent for a long time, and finally said: "Go, at worst, rent a room outside the school."

However, most of Z's campuses are located in the city center, and housing prices are rising steadily. Lin Zewu will struggle.

Wen Chen made a circle on Z University with a pen, rubbed the soft flesh on the back of his neck, and said, "Take the exam if you can. There are always more ways than difficulties."

Lin Zewu smiled: "That's true."