I don't know warm water

When Zou got home, Lu Yueping was still selling fried potatoes in front of another school.

Zou Yan went to the toilet to take a shower first.The toilet has no door. Because it is too cold in winter, Lu Yueping installed a Yuba lamp, so she couldn't install the door. She hung a broken bamboo mat and a broken bed sheet to block it, and wiped it every day.

The toilet is very narrow and small. There are many hooks on the wall, one of which has a plastic bag for washing hair, and there is a plastic biscuit box in the corner, which contains soap.

Zou Yan took off his clothes, and his snow-white belly was bruised and purple.He hasn't dared, hasn't had time to look in the mirror to see his face.

The weather wasn't too cold, but Zou still turned on the Yuba, and got goosebumps after taking off his clothes.

He boiled the water so hot that he could almost remove a layer of skin, and carefully poured water on himself with his hands.

I didn't bleed from the beating today, but when the water touched the scars on my body, it was extremely painful.Zou Yan's mind went blank, and he splashed hot water on his face, which also hurt.Zou Wei touched it lightly, only to find that his face was swollen.

After the bath was warmed up, Zou Wei wiped off the water on his body and saw himself in the mirror by chance.

The nose was blue and the eyes were swollen, and it was even more ferocious on the already white skin. After watching it for a long time, Zou Zhe didn't think it was very scary.The marks on his body are huge.

Zou Yan turned off the light in the toilet, found the medicinal wine that had been kept at home but never used, and wiped it.

When rubbed on the swollen scar, there is a tingling pain like broken skin.Zou Yan sucked in the air-conditioning and applied the medicine to himself.

Lu Yueping arrived at the house at ten o'clock and saw Zou Yan sitting in the room silently drawing on an easel.Zou Yan usually does his homework, so he usually paints after [-] or [-] o'clock.I'm painting right now, probably because I have something on my mind.

Lu Yueping packed up her things, washed her hands, and knocked on Zou's door: "Do you want to eat supper?"

Zou Yan didn't speak.

Lu Yueping called him again.

Zou Yan didn't look back: "No, you can go to bed early, Mom."

Lu Yueping didn't say anything anymore.It's better to just stay with him quietly than to talk to him.Zou Yan has always had something to worry about.

Zou Yan was scribbling while thinking about when he would get up tomorrow morning so that he could not be seen by Lu Yueping.

But he obviously forgot that the injury cannot be concealed, you can hide it for a day, but it cannot recover in a day.

What's more, Zou Yan didn't hide at all.

After one o'clock in the morning, it was rare for Lu Yueping to get up to go to the toilet at night. She saw that the light was still on through the gap in Zou's closed door, so she pushed the door open and went in: "Aren't you sleeping yet?"

Zou Yan was sharpening his pen when he heard the words, trembling with fright, he cut his own finger with a knife.

He threw the knife away: "No..."

Lu Yueping was looking at Zou Yan with a complicated and distressed expression: "Baby, what's wrong with you? Someone beat you again at school?"

Zou Xie hid his bleeding hand behind his back, lowered his eyes and shook his head.

Lu Yueping took a deep breath, turned around and went out to find medicine.

Zou Yan sat on the bedside and watched Lu Yueping apply the medicine bit by bit, and even pulled out the hand hidden behind her to apply the medicine and stick a Band-Aid. The knuckles connected to the tiger's mouth.Lu Yueping stuck several of them sideways for him.

"Mom, don't go to the teacher." Zou Yan said hoarsely.

Lu Yueping paused, and replied, "Yes."

Zou Yan said again: "Today was seen by my head teacher."

"Hitting you at school?"

"Well, in the second year of junior high school."

"You're fine, why are they beating you? You're all in your teens, and you're still so stupid?" Lu Yueping said, her eyes turned red, and she stared at Zou Yan, "The kids used to bully you because you were small, it was them You are young and ignorant. Why do people still bully you now?"

Zou Yan looked at Lu Yueping, but couldn't speak, the weak comforting words rolled in his throat, but he couldn't speak.

"It's just...the girl they like said a few words to me during the spring outing. They misunderstood me."

Lu Yueping's eyes widened: "They?! How many people beat you?!"

Zou Yan patted the back of his mother's hand: "Two. It's okay, I can handle it myself."

Lu Yueping thought about it again: "They like the same girl, how can they beat you together?"

Zou Yan stroked the relationship, and widened his eyes: "Okay, go to bed early, Mom. How do I know."

Lu Yueping seemed to want to rub his head, but held back when she stretched out her hand, took it back, and went out with those bottles and cans in her arms.

Zou Yan went to class wearing a mask.Generally speaking, Zhuang Shasha would talk about those students who were still wearing masks and hats in class, but this day she just glanced at Zou Yan, as usual as she glanced at every student little by little.Until the end of the last class in the morning, Zhuang Shasha waited at the door of the class for Zou Yan and their biology class to end, and then asked Zou Yan to go with her.

Zhuang Shasha took him out of school and went to a noodle shop for lunch.

Zou Yan sat in front of Zhuang Shasha without saying a word, and buried his head in the little black spot on the greasy wooden table.

"Zou Yan," Zhuang Shasha said, "I need your help with something."

Zou Yan stopped the movements of his hands and looked at her in confusion.

"You take off the mask first." Zhuang Shasha gestured twice on her face.

Zou Yan picked it up.

The bruise on his face looked less swollen today, but it was still blue and purple, and it hurt a lot.Zhuang Shasha only looked at it with concern, and then asked: "Don't you know how to draw? The school will have a blackboard competition soon, and you can be the main writer, can you?"

Zou Yan blinked his eyes and dared not answer.

Zhuang Shasha added: "Actually, we were notified about this at the school meeting yesterday. Li Zhefei was in my office when I received the notice. When he heard it, he told me that your paintings look good."

Zou Yan's heart beat quickly.The boss also brought up their noodles.

Zhuang Shasha took out a pair of chopsticks and handed them to Zou Yan: "I don't know the few times I drew before. Li Zhefei also told me that he tutored you in mathematics, and you helped him draw Sakuragi Flower Road?"

Zou Yan was mixing the noodles and seasonings in the bowl, his face was almost dripping with sweat from the steaming heat of the noodles.He did draw two pictures for Li Zhefei. Li Zhefei smiled brightly when he saw it, and said: How can this be black history?

Zou Yan asked, "What are you painting?"

"Labor is the most glorious? Probably this is the theme. This time, I will give you full authority to treat you to lunch for a month, okay?" Zhuang Shasha smiled at him.

Zou Yan had no reason to refuse.

Li Zhefei said, "Mr. Zhuang, Zou Yan's paintings are quite beautiful."This is why Zou Yan refused to help this favor?

Besides, Zhuang Shasha also said that she would treat herself to lunch for a month.

The meal card in the school is directly filled with money. If you want to eat, you can go to the cafeteria to swipe it once, and a few dollars will be deducted for each meal.There are generally 21 days in school in a month.

It stands to reason that "contributing to the class" should of course be free of charge, and those who can do more work, but Zou Yan knows that Zhuang Shasha must have other ideas.