soul seeker

"Hey, hey, hey! What are you shy about! Clothes are wrinkled, pure cotton!" Although he was complaining, the boy was already grinning from ear to ear, and he freed up one hand to hold Zi Wang's. He grabbed it and patted it on his stomach, "Grab it well, don't be thrown out like last time."

"Obviously you were riding too fast." Ziwang straightened the mask on his face with his other hand.

cinema.

Ziwang and Laoji, who were waiting in line, saw a familiar face with flat bangs and short face-length hair, which looked very sweet, but at this moment, anger was written all over this face.

She walked up to them quickly and questioned the old man: "Didn't you say you don't want to watch movies?!"

"I don't want to watch it," the old man glanced at the ticket in her hand, "This kind of romance movie. So I made an appointment with Ziwang to watch a science fiction movie." As he said, he put his hand on Ziwang's shoulder .

"You are too much!" The girl threw down the ticket and ran away.

Ziwang looked at him in embarrassment, "You are too much."

After speaking, he pushed his arm away and walked downstairs.

"Hey, are you angry?!" The old man followed him unhurriedly and began to explain, "I admit that I did it on purpose! You don't know that Lu Xia is interested in me, right? I have verbally hinted many times that I don't I like her, but she still pretends not to understand, I can only show her!"

"Then why are you looking for me?!" Zi Wang didn't look back at him.

"Because I like you." It's like saying "the weather is fine today".

"Hey!" Ziwang stopped and turned to shout at him.

The old man who had been watching Ziwang ignored his feet because of Ziwang's roar, he stepped on the ground and fell backwards. He immediately grabbed the handrail and fell down.

"Are you okay?!" Ziwang bent down to look at him.

The old man laughed, "I'm fine, but there might be something wrong with my ankle." He covered his left ankle.

"Really, it's not a child." Ziwang gently moved his foot over, took off the sock tube and looked at the ankle that had started to swell, "Go to the hospital."

"Hey," the old man grabbed his arm, "are you not angry? I'm already like this?"

"Yeah, yeah, don't be angry, go to the hospital!" Ziwang took his hands and put them on his shoulders to help him walk down with difficulty.

After returning from the hospital, Ziwang sent the old man back to the old man's room, let him sit on the bed, and put his feet wrapped with elastic bandages several times on the chair.

It was evening.

"Okay, I'm going back. Don't move around here." Ziwang was about to open the door and go out.

The old man immediately stopped him: "Oh, wait a minute! Do you know that my mother has gone on a trip?!"

"I know, didn't my mother go too, it was organized by the unit."

"So what should I do if I want to drink water, go to the toilet, etc.?" The old man grabbed a pillow and hugged it in his arms, looking at Ziwang pitifully, "Are you responsible for me? You were the one who got hurt!"

The two of them looked at each other for a long time, but Ziwang finally compromised, "Okay, I'll go get the schoolbag."

At night, after Ziwang took a shower, he wiped his hair and looked around the room, "Where will I sleep if you don't let me go home? I can't sleep in your mother's room, right? You don't have a sofa at home..."

The old man who was lying reading a book immediately moved his butt outside, patted the inner bed, "Here. I don't have any extra quilts for you to make a floor bunk for you." He turned the pages of the book, with a natural expression on his face.

"But it's a single bed."

The old man closed the book in disbelief, sat up straight and looked at Ziwang, "You are still an art student, the proportion of this bed is clearly a double bed that is slightly smaller! Look at it," he took another Only a pillow, "There are two more pillows."