desolate

Men and women were arguing on the first floor.

Zhou Ze stayed on the second floor and could hear half clearly. The quarrel lasted almost all morning. He didn't see Pei Ye again until the sun was above his head.

The other party looked tired - he hadn't slept all night, and when he came back, he encountered such troubles, which made everyone tired.

"Are you okay?" Zhou Ze looked at the two bottles of mineral water in his hand.

"I won't be able to die for a while."

Pei also had no expression on his face. He raised his head and drank most of the bottle in one gulp - he had just quarreled with those middle-aged women, and his mouth was dry, and he was at a disadvantage.

Zhou Ze looked at him and didn't know what to say - this was a family matter, and it was not good for him to say anything.

Pei Ye also sat on the sofa after drinking the water, half a person's distance away from Zhou Zezhong.

"I'll take a break."

He seemed to be extremely tired, and he closed his eyes while talking, and he didn't explain how long he was in this moment, or what he was going to do after waking up.

He only heard the sound of even breathing falling in the air. Zhou Ze looked sideways and saw that he had fallen asleep while sitting, with his head resting on the back of the sofa, and a palm print was faintly visible on his cheek.After a while, Zhou Ze didn't look at him anymore, but there was a heavy, hairy head on his shoulders - Pei Ye fell asleep and fell asleep, and was suddenly caught by him.

Finally fell asleep.

It has been cold for a long time in November, and the leaves of some trees began to fall down. After being cleaned by sanitation workers, they were piled up in the ditches and roadsides on both sides of the road, and finally pulled away and turned into a pile of fuel. At this time, Fallen leaves are no longer Qiulin in the poet's mouth.

Only the ones that fall on the roof, on the eaves of the window, or float into the house on the wind.

When Pei Ye woke up, the first thing he saw was the fallen leaf blowing in with the wind.

It lay alone at its feet.

Pei Ye carefully left Zhou Ze's shoulder, and walked to the window holding the leaf.

As soon as he left, there was a humming sound behind him.

"Are you awake?" Pei also looked back at the yawning man.

"Not too asleep." Zhou Ze sniffed.

He moved his shoulder, a little numb.

Pei also felt guilty when he saw his actions.

"If you're sleepy, go back to sleep, and I'll get something to eat."

"Where can I get food?"

As if afraid that someone would run away, Zhou Ze followed.

Pei also thought about it: "Do you want to eat takeaway or cook yourself?"

Zhou Ze said, "Do it yourself."

Pei also took the key from the table.

Zhou Ze followed out.

The people on the first floor had already left, but the traces of the tables and chairs being smashed remained intact.

After locking the door, Pei Ye led Zhou Ze to the vegetable market not far away to pick up some leftover vegetables, and finally the two returned to Su Ya's one-bedroom apartment.

Coming here again, Zhou Ze got acquainted a lot. The difference is that the house is much cleaner and tidy than when he came last time, and the kitchen also has traces of cooking.

Pei also pointed in the direction of the bedroom: "You can go to sleep for a while before eating."

Zhou Ze asked, "Isn't that Auntie's room?"

Pei also explained: "She moved to that man's house a few days ago, and the window of the mahjong parlor was broken and was not repaired, so I live in this room for the time being."

"Oh……"

Zhou Ze responded and walked towards the room.

There are not many things in the room, a bed, a row of built-in wardrobes, a dressing table, two bedside tables, the room is basically full.There are still a lot of Su Ya's things on the dressing table and in the closet, but the bedside table is clean, except for an old national map with a few place names outlined in red pen.

Zhou Ze was lying on the bed, not soft, but there was a clear scent of soap on it, which was very similar to Pei Ye's.

The stove in the kitchen stopped, and there was a sound of footsteps in the living room.

He immediately sat up guiltily.

...It was only afterward that I realized what I was afraid of?

But he didn't want to lie down anymore, Zhou Ze walked out of the bedroom, and the smell of food whetted his appetite.

The figure in the kitchen was still busy, Zhou Ze sat at the dining table, thought about it, took out his mobile phone and transferred a few hundred dollars to Pei Ye.

……

"Come serve the meal." Pei Ye stood at the door of the kitchen holding a spatula.

"Oh." Zhou Ze moved immediately.

Three dishes and one soup are all home-cooked dishes, but unexpectedly, they taste very good.

Zhou Ze tasted every dish, and in the end he was a bit reluctant to put down his chopsticks.

"It's delicious." He boasted.

"Cough... eat your meal."

Pei also covered his face with his arms, a smile flickered on the corners of his tightly pursed lips.

However, the good mood at this moment quickly disappeared without a trace because of a transfer message.

"……what do you mean?"

Zhou Ze was enjoying his meal when a mobile phone was suddenly stretched out in front of him.

He froze for a moment and didn't answer.

Pei Ye took the phone back again: "Young master, you are quite generous in your spending? Didn't you still look for a part-time job a few days ago?"

Zhou Ze opened his mouth: "This is... meal money."

"Oh, food money..."

Pei Ye remembered the last time the other party asked him to wait outside the clinic, and his face suddenly sank: "Is this a restaurant? I'm your fucking cook? Then my meal is quite valuable-but it's true, others A home cook won't accompany you on the night shift, I'm just cheap."

"..."

He thought the two of them were friends, and yesterday he deliberately went to work with him because of his bad attitude before, but the money hit his self-esteem severely.

Sympathy or pity?

It's not rare.

Zhou Ze stared at his face for a moment, completely unaware of his thoughts.

I just feel that this person's face-changing is like flipping a book, including the mouthful of a young master, it's all satirical.

"Yes, my mother is the young master, please make an offering?"

Zhou Ze put down his chopsticks, the food that he thought was delicious just now, he didn't want to take another look at it now.

Pei also became angry and cursed a few words:

"are you crazy!"

"I cook so many dishes, why don't you eat them if you don't want to eat them?"

"Hold!"

Walking out of the residential building, the sky, which was still sunny in the morning, turned out to be unbelievably cloudy at this time, glowing with a blue color, and the birds flew low.

Zhou Ze didn't look back even once.

……

Since that day, the two haven't seen each other for several days.

Pei also kept saying that the money received was transferred back not long after, but Zhou Ze confiscated it and did not reply to his message, waiting until the transfer expired.

The money was not transferred again, but when he went to school the next day, Xu Duozhi stuffed a sum of cash into his bag.

This incident also caused Xu Duozhi to gossip with Wen Jialang for two whole days, thinking that the two had made some secret deal behind their backs.

Shit deal.

Zhou Ze clutched the money and said nothing.

……

In addition to the daily classes this week, there is another thing, that is the English competition in the city on weekends.

Although it was not a big competition, the school still set up an English study group in a decent manner, and taught small lessons to the students participating in the English competition every night.

There were two consecutive heavy rains on Tuesday and Wednesday, and the temperature dropped sharply overnight.

The pattering rain outside the window washed the glass windows of the classroom, the old pagoda trees downstairs rustled, and the teacher on the podium was still impassionedly explaining the papers from the previous day.

Zhou chooses to listen to the content I know, and only occasionally writes down the grammar or collocation that I don’t know.

But although the teacher is very enthusiastic, he is prone to talk about himself being excited, which leads to confusion in the word order, so he listened absent-mindedly in the first half of the class.

It wasn't until the second half of the class that a wandering figure outside the classroom caught his attention.

Because it was dark outside, he didn't see that person's face clearly, he could only see a black plastic raincoat, he was not tall, he didn't dare to walk back and forth, he only dared to stand at the back door and look at someone in the classroom from a distance.

He didn't know until class was over that this person was Li Ping'an's grandma.

"Grandma—" Li Pingan yelled as soon as he walked out of the classroom, "Why are you here? This is my classmate, Zhou Ze."

Only then did Zhou Ze discover that the large plastic raincoat was actually made of a whole piece of plastic cloth that was draped over the old man's body.

He said hello stiffly: "Grandma is good."

"Okay!" Seeing his grandson, the old man beamed with joy, and said in the local dialect, "It's not a sudden change, I'll send you some clothes!"

Li Pingan looked left and right but didn't see the clothes she mentioned: "I'll just wait until I get back at the weekend..."

The old man grabbed his hand: "I'm afraid you'll catch a cold and delay your studies...the clothes are already at the door of your dormitory, I'm here to give you this."

She took out a steaming sweet potato from her pocket.

After the sweet potato was handed over to Li Pingan, the old man put on his "raincoat" and said, "I'm leaving!"

Li Pingan wanted to see him off, but the old man pushed his hand away: "Your legs are not good, and it hurts when it rains. Don't see me off, let's go!"

After speaking, she plunged into the rain curtain.

Faltering.

Afterwards, Zhou Ze and Li Pingan saw the bag of clothes that the old man mentioned at the door of the dormitory—a heavy bag, and there was not a single drop of water on the surface of the waterproof bag, obviously it had been wiped carefully.

Li Pingan moved the clothes into the dormitory silently.

the next morning.

The rain that had lasted all night stopped early in the middle of the night.

Zhou Ze sat up from the bed, but found a faint light in the dim bedroom.

"Wake up so early?"

Li Pingan touched the back of his head: "I can't sleep, I'll take the exam right away, I want to learn more."

He watched Zhou Ze wash and change his clothes, and asked casually, "Are you going out?"

Zhou Ze nodded, seeing that he was still sitting: "Well, aren't you going to class?"

"I'm going to the hospital for a review in the morning, and I'm on leave."

"Okay, then I'll go first."

As soon as he left the dormitory door, Zhou Ze met Li Hefei and others who had just woken up. Neither of them responded. Zhou Ze lowered his head and walked away quickly.

Ding Yibao, who knew nothing about it, was still very curious: "Brother Fei, what's wrong with him? It was the same before, but he suddenly said to change the dormitory."

Li Hefei remembered something, and finally snorted coldly: "Be guilty."

The wet ground was crystal clear, and the thin stagnant water brought out a silver thread when the steps stepped on it.

The classroom before the self-study was still in full swing. Xu Duozhi and Wen Jialang robbed Zhou Ze of his homework as usual, so he had to sit on his seat and eat the bread from the canteen.

A group of girls surrounded the front of the classroom, chatting on twitter.

This is a very normal thing.

But the number of people chatting gradually changed from two or three to four or five, and finally the small circle was tightly surrounded.

Even Xu Dazhi, who copied three homeworks, was startled: "What are they talking about? I was surprised!"

Wen Jialang patted his hand away impatiently: "How would I know! Don't bother me!"

"What's the matter, I'll ask myself!"

After finishing speaking, Xu Dazhi really jumped into the group of girls.

Zhou Ze glanced at it, but didn't pay much attention.

It was the man in the corridor who was walking towards the classroom that attracted him even more...

——Pei Ye who disappeared for several days.

The man walked into the classroom from the back door empty-handed. He wore a black turtleneck sweater on his upper body, which covered his sharp chin. He still had a tired look on his face, but he didn't sit down as usual this time. He lay down on the table to sleep, but tilted up the two front legs of the stool, swaying every now and then.

Suddenly, he looked over.

Zhou Ze stared at him abruptly, for a moment, pursed his lips, and looked away.

At this time, Xu Duozhi, who had gone to inquire, rushed back suddenly, pulling Wen Jialang and Zhou Ze.

"Come on! Big event!"

"Damn curly hair, I'm making up my homework! You better have a fart!"

"Damn it, listen to me first!" Xu Duozhi kept secretive, "Have you seen our school post?"

"I did not see."

Wen Jialang and Zhou Zeqi shook their heads, one because they hadn't read the post bar, and the other because they were not interested in the post bar at all.

Xu Duozhi took out his mobile phone and clicked on the sticky post: "This is it, 'Help! I found out that my classmate is gay, what should I do?', someone analyzed that the gay with AIDS in the post is from the liberal arts class of our grade! I don’t know which class it is, they are still guessing!”

Wen Jialang scrolled through a few pages of content in the post, and the more he read it, the more excited he became.

Zhou Ze glanced around and found that this post had been posted for several days. At first, there was no splash. The first ten floors were full of posters chattering alone, with statements and complaints without a sentence. More and more, booing and breaking news were mixed in, and this post gradually became popular.

The girls are also studying this post early in the morning.

"Hey, Brother Pei, why are you here?" Xu Duozhi noticed that there was an extra figure in the classroom, "Have you seen this post?"

Unexpectedly, Pei Ye's expression was too cold, and he said two words lightly: "boring."

"What, this post is so interesting!" Xu Duozhi yelled, "It's almost as big as our campus wall, and the person who followed the post picked up a few people, but I don't know who the gay the poster is talking about."

Here, Wen Jialang finished reading and threw the phone to him: "Hey - stop talking, I'm getting goosebumps!"

Xu Duozhi echoed resentfully: "Hey, what if someone likes you?"

"...I like your whole family!"

People always have a negative attitude towards unknown or incomprehensible existence.

But more, they still look at this matter with the mood of watching the excitement. The reason and conclusion are actually not important.

The author says:

They're all bad tempered, it's hard to deal with