Suppress me, mark me [rebirth]

Relying on the fact that no one could understand the doctor's handwriting, Wen Yanwan opened the medical case, took a photo, and casually sent it to Xiang Yunshan.

Thinking that the other party might be invigilating the exam right now and it was inconvenient to answer the phone, Wen Yanwan edited a text message.

The content is as follows:

[Dear teacher Xiang, I am Wen Yanwan. A few hours ago, my dear deskmate, Lu Chaosheng Lu, had an accident and passed out in the bathroom. Suddenly, I felt heart palpitations. Something in the dark was pulling me, which made me leave the examination room immediately and came to the bathroom.

Sure enough, classmate Lu was passing out in the corner of the bathroom, unconscious, so I, being helpful, sent him to the hospital immediately.

The results of the examination showed that student Lu suffered from pheromone disorder, which may be caused by too much pressure recently. The doctor suggested that he should rest for a few days, so I had no choice but to contact you by mobile phone. I hope you will allow student Lu to take a two-day vacation today and tomorrow. .

At the same time, I was deeply moved. Gu You Ziqi passed away, and Bo Ya died of pain. Classmate Lu was my only confidant in studies. Now, because of his physical discomfort, he temporarily missed the exam and lost Lu. As a classmate, I also lost the motivation to refer to him. Now, the only thing I can do is to accompany him and pray for him to get better soon with the love of classmates.

Once again, I sincerely hope that Teacher Xiang can fulfill my little wish.

Wen, thank you so much. ]

There are six elements of narrative—time, place, person, cause, process, and result.

The sincerity of the language and the affection of the words make people cry, and there are even examples of famous people's deeds.

It's just...it feels weird how to read it.

In other words, it is full of slots.

Lu Chaosheng only glanced at it, but the corner of his mouth couldn't hold back, and twitched a few times.

I don't know how Xiang Yunshan felt when he saw it.

Wen Yanwan had a thick skin and pretended not to see Lu Chaosheng's weird expression. After sending the message, she turned around the phone with her fingers, obviously in a good mood.

Looking at Lu Chaosheng, he suddenly put his arms around his neck and raised his eyebrows: "How about it, Young Master Lu, come back with me later?"

His tone is frivolous, his actions are also rogue, and he looks like a villain, very unflattering.

Lu Chaosheng glanced at him lightly with the end of his eyes, his cold eyes were brightly written with the words "asking the truth", his expression was cold.

With the halo of Grandpa Mao, Wen Yanwan only felt that the "tsundere" expression of his little benefactor was simply extremely cute.

Without teasing him again, Wen Yanwan immediately hailed a car on her mobile phone and went straight back to Nanshi Road.

The rain had completely stopped, and the car was stuffy, so Lu Chaosheng lowered the windows a little.

The summer wind mixed with moist water vapor blows on the face, very light and gentle.

Leaving the wide road and gradually driving into the narrow street lined with vendors, Lu Chaosheng keenly noticed that Wen Yanwan's mood had changed.

From the joy and excitement a few minutes ago, it becomes soothing and calm.

Outside the car window, a few rays of sunlight came out from the cracks in the clouds, fell on the translucent glass, and were cut by changing angles, turning them into colorful arcs.

From Lu Chaosheng's point of view, Wen Yanwan's exquisite side face is reflected in it, fluctuating with the broken light spots, flickering and flickering.

The car stopped at the intersection of the street. The alley of Nanshi Road was too narrow, and it was impossible to enter any further.

Stepping into this mottled land again, Lu Chaosheng couldn't tell what it was like in his heart. After all, the last time he came here, he was still a stalker.

Sneaky, despicable and dirty, like ghosts lurking in the dark, invisible.

Although not much this time - the sponsor who used money to buy underage high school students.

Grandma's house is really old. It was an old-fashioned house decades ago, with a low entrance and narrow old streets.

There is no room for two half-sized and 180-odd tall ones for the old people who are dying.

Lu Chaosheng was almost next to Wen Yanwan, climbing from the first floor to the fourth floor.

When the door was opened, grandma was sitting on the sofa in the living room eating steamed buns.

There is a low coffee table in front of it, and in front of the coffee table is a dilapidated old TV.

The TV wasn't on, and the lights weren't on.

In the dim hut, there was silence. The thin old woman was curled up in the corner of the sofa, as quiet as thin air.

Wen Yan went to school at night, ate three meals a day at school, and only came back at night.

She was reluctant to cook rice, and she was also reluctant to turn on the lights. She wanted to save money for Wen Yanwan so that he could go to college.

Every morning, she would go to the breakfast stall downstairs to help, eat some rice porridge, and buy two steamed buns with the money she earned at noon, and eat it with the leftover pickles from the breakfast stall. It was considered lunch.

Sleep at home for a while in the afternoon, get up and do some handicrafts, and when it is almost night, pack the small parts that have been made, put them in a trolley, and take the trolley to a crowded square to set up a street stall.

At 10:[-], Wen Yanwan went to study by herself in the evening and was about to come back, so she packed her things and went back.

Fearing that Wen Yanwan would be hungry, she would serve Wen Yanwan a bowl of egg noodles after Wen Yanwan got home.

She drank the rest of the soup, reluctantly, and it was considered dinner.

Every day before, she lived like this.

Unexpectedly, Wen Yan would come back so early from the party. Grandma was obviously stunned. After recovering, her first reaction was to hide the steamed buns in her hand behind her back.

But the plate of dry pickles on the table couldn't be stopped.

"Ayan, why are you back at this time..."

Wen Yanwan didn't answer, his face was almost livid, he strode forward, grabbed the steamed bun from grandma's hand, ate it in a few mouthfuls, then quickly took out his phone, opened Meituan, and quickly placed an order.

Lu Chaosheng felt obedient, and immediately stepped forward to cooperate and threw the plate of pickles away.

Grandma was so embarrassed that she wanted to explain, but she couldn't speak because of her clumsy mouth.

Wen Yanwan pulled her to the sofa, sat down, and raised her phone.

"This is my new mobile phone." After the words came out, a lump in her throat unconsciously, Wen Yanwan wiped her face, raised her head, and pulled the corner of her mouth at her grandma, "During the final exam last semester, I didn't take the exam. Did you win the first place in the school? The school rewarded me with 5000 yuan, and I bought two mobile phones, one for you and one for me."

As he spoke, he opened the bag on the coffee table, took out the same pink phone inside, and stuffed it into her weather-beaten and haggard palm.

"Mine is black, yours is pink, pink suits you best, it's beautiful and cute, take a look, do you like it?"

Grandma's fingers trembled as if her hands were hot, and she was afraid of breaking the 5000 yuan, so she held it carefully while glaring at Wen Yanwan: "You child, why are you spending so much money?" Money! Quickly return it to me!"

"I can't return it. I have already bought it. If you want to return it, people will call the police and say that you are causing trouble."

Wen Yanwan frightened grandma with words, and at the same time, with a gentle, unquestionable and tough attitude, she squeezed her five fingers together and grabbed the phone.

"Grandma, listen to me," Wen Yanwan pursed her lips, trying to put on a happy expression, "From this year on, the school has specially set up a learning foundation. In the future, every exam, as long as you do well in the exam, you will get money." The small ones range from a few hundred to the large ones. In the future, I will be able to study and earn money at the same time. In the future, I won’t need you to support me. I will support you, okay? You can’t…you can’t…don’t eat those things Is it? Huh?"

After uttering the last word, Wen Yanwan couldn't hold back, her eyes were completely red.

God knows, when he saw the two shriveled steamed buns in grandma's hand, his heart almost exploded.

Grandma's tears had long since fallen, winding down the gullies on her face, like the muddy ground after the rain, extremely muddy.

Wen Yanwan wiped off the mud one by one with the back of her hand, very gently, like touching a newborn baby.

Leaning forward, using his strong arms, he gently encircled the withered body in front of him.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow we'll go to the hospital and have a good checkup, okay?" Wen Yanwan buried her head into grandma's neck, sniffing the faint scent of saponins at the tip of her nose, suppressing her sobs.

As if all the strength of two lifetimes had been dissipated, the voice was as soft as a gust of wind.

"You are the only relative I have in this world," he said, "Grandma, please, don't worry me anymore..."

The two withered hands raised up tremblingly, and after a long time, they finally wrapped their arms around the boy's broad back lightly.

The dilapidated hut was dim, and the tall half-grown boy hugged the old woman in his arms, as if embracing his own world.

Behind him, Lu Chao was born in the darkness, silently watching his slightly trembling, broad back, just like he did under the street lamp in the lonely night.