Master Zuojing is sticking to me again

When Tong Xing walked over, he saw Wen Xiaoyu standing there blankly, it was Wen Xiaoyu he had never seen before.

They have reconciled for so long, Wen Xiaoyu has always been calm and confident, even domineering, this kind of empty expression is not suitable on his face at all.

Tong Xing felt that although he was not very smart, he had noticed Wen Xiaoyu's frequent absent-minded behavior in the past two days.He could only guess one person who could make Wen Xiaoyu so worried.

It seems that there is only one who can touch Wen Xiaoyu's mind like this, which makes him very unhappy.But he couldn't help it, who told him that this was a good brother he had considered his whole life.

He sighed, walked up and patted Wen Xiaoyu's shoulder, and asked, "What are you doing, what the hell?"

Wen Xiaoyu suddenly came back to his senses, and said "No", and found that his voice was very hoarse, he cleared his throat and continued, "How is it?"

"I asked our boss, and he said that the bar is temporarily not recruiting waiters, but wants to recruit a resident singer, the kind who can play the pipa." Tong Xing said.

"Pipa?" Wen Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, "Guitar?"

"Yes, yes, guitar." Tong Xing scratched the back of his head, "I think this is a good deal, [-] a night, daily. But..."

"That's it." Wen Xiaoyu said decisively, "I'll go tonight."

"No, mainly because you don't know how to play the pi... the guitar." Tong Xing said with a dazed expression.

"Who told you that I can't." Wen Xiaoyu glanced at him, "I'm much better at this than at the piano."

Speaking of the piano, he felt as if he had been kicked in the heart, and his heart was blocked again.

The child star had an expression of "you're talking in your sleep", Wen Xiaoyu didn't bother to talk to him, so she gave him a push and said, "Hurry up and go to work, I'll go after I've lulled my brother to sleep."

"And..." He pointed to the child star and added, "If you dare to tell my grandma about this, I will never end with you."

The two split up. When Wen Xiaoyu went upstairs, his brother was making a fuss, and he couldn't speak clearly, only crying.

His brother's situation was more complicated, and the doctor didn't dare to overdo it, so Wen Xiaoyu and Grandma Wen could only take turns hugging him.

The more Wen Xiaoyu coaxed, the more distressed he became. Later, his brother lost the energy to cry, and sniffed and twitched in his arms, only then did he hear his brother say the word "scared".

"Don't be afraid, brother." Wen Xiaoyu patted him on the back lightly, coaxing in a whisper, "With me here, don't be afraid."

His heart was clenched, his throat was astringent, and his eye sockets were hot.After finally coaxing Wen Muchen to sleep, he went out and saw Grandma Wen sitting at the door with red eyes.

"Grandma, my brother is asleep. You should go in and sleep too." He squatted in front of Grandma Wen and looked up at her.

Grandma Wen touched his head and said with a smile: "You have to go to school tomorrow, go home and sleep today, don't be distracted during class, and slow down on the road when you come back from school."

Wen Xiaoyu took her hand and put it on his face, saying: "You must tell me immediately if there is anything wrong with my brother. This period of time is a review class, and it is the same for me to review here."

Even though he was worried, he still left in a hurry.The child star in the middle sent him a message once, the child star knew the situation here, if it wasn't for the bar's rush, he would not have sent the message easily.

Wen Xiaoyu didn't care about going home, so she went out from the hospital to sweep a bicycle and rushed to the bar.The cold wind blew across his cheek, and he remembered that warm kiss.

There are still traces left over from the Christmas carnival on the road, and he failed to keep the promise made on Christmas Eve.

He can probably guess why He Xiran didn't come to him, why didn't he contact him.If even he felt so guilty facing Wen Muchen, one can imagine how guilty He Xiran would be as the person who directly caused Wen Muchen's injury.

Even if everyone knows that he didn't mean it, but with his sensitive and awkward character, it's hard not to dig into the corner.

But Wen Xiaoyu was still a little angry, angry that he refused to show up even once, making herself so worried.And after this little bit of anger dissipated, there were endless misses.

When Wen Muchen said "scared", He Xiran's fragile face flashed before his eyes, and his heart suddenly felt empty.

When his brother was afraid, he could hide in his and grandma's arms and cry, but what should he do if he was not by He Xiran's side.

Thinking in this way, Wen Xiaoyu raised the speed of the car to the highest speed, anxiously looking forward to the end of tonight and seeing him tomorrow.

The name of the bar is "Wei Xun". The owner is a middle-aged man with a mustache. He has a good relationship with child actors, so he has a good attitude towards Wen Xiaoyu.

Wen Xiaoyu sang to him with a guitar in the background, and he was sent directly to the front to perform.

There are a lot of people coming to the bar in the past few days at the end of the year. The boss is preparing for the New Year's Eve warm-up and has done a lot of promotional activities. When Wen Xiaoyu appeared on stage, it was the most crowded time.

However, "Slightly Drunken" belongs to Qing, even if there are many people, the overall atmosphere will not be so noisy, which makes Wen Xiaoyu's singing easier.

His singing voice is slightly low, accompanied by guitar notes, sometimes as gentle as a cup of hot tea in a winter night, and sometimes as cold as a smear of snow that cannot be melted on the top of a mountain.People are fascinated but dare not get involved.

Every time Tong Xing passed in front of him, he had a ghostly expression, which made him dumbfounded, and wanted to beat him up with his pipa.

It was already early morning after get off work, and the boss paid him his wages, plus the tips from the customers, he made a lot of money this night, and he could afford all the expenses of his brother's hospitalization for a day.

"Singing all night and still smoking, you don't want your throat anymore?" Tong Xing snatched the cigarette from his hand and stuffed him a cup of throat tea.

"It's just refreshing." Wen Xiaoyu rubbed his face and drank the tea in one gulp.

"You should go home and sleep right now, you don't need to refresh yourself." Tong Xing said, "It's midnight, you don't want to go back to the hospital, do you?"

"No, I'm going home." After Wen Xiaoyu said it, he found that Tong Xing didn't believe it, so he added, "Go home and do homework. I haven't written a word for two days, so I can't keep up with the plan."

Tong Xing stared at him for a long time and said, "Wen Xiaoyu, you are really different from before."

"Isn't that nonsense?" Wen Xiaoyu snorted, stood up and patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Thank you for this, I won't ask you for money when I come to my house for dinner."

"Get out, I shouldn't have any filters for you." Tong Xing cursed, sighed and continued:

"We will definitely pass this test, don't put so much pressure on yourself, sleep when you should, and work hard when you wake up.

Also...some people are not with us in the first place, don't think about it if he doesn't come, get out early, and save trouble in the future. "

"Don't talk about it, that's not the case." Wen Xiaoyu went to touch the cigarette again, after thinking about it, he decided to forget it, threw all the remaining cigarettes to the child star, and left.

When he returned to the door of his house, he stood outside for a while, and the small building of the He family was as dark as ever, without any light.However, no one's house would be brightly lit at four o'clock in the morning. He shook his head mockingly, opened the door and went home.

After taking a shower, he picked up his phone and looked at it. The interface was still stuck on the message he had sent to He Xiran when he first entered the house: I'm home, I'll wait for you at the door in the morning, good night.

no reply.

He put the phone aside, and took out the necklace He Xiran gave him from his collar.Opening the photo box and looking at it for a long time, he poked Xiao He Xiran's face with his fingertips, smiling so happily, he was heartless.

He pulled up the corners of his mouth and smiled, turned on the desk lamp and started to do his homework, regretting that he gave all the cigarettes to the child star.

However, after he finished his homework all night, he still couldn't wait for He Xiran, because his brother woke up and didn't see him, and started making trouble again, and even Grandma Wen couldn't calm him down.

If he hadn't been worried in the morning, when he called Grandma Wen, he happened to hear it, and the old lady planned to hide it from him.

He rode an electric scooter to the hospital, called He Xiran on the way, but still turned off the phone.He couldn't tell whether he was worried or angry, but his face should be quite ugly anyway.

Wen Muchen and Grandma Wen were a little apprehensive when they saw him. After he realized it, he hurried to the bathroom to wash his face, and came back after adjusting his condition.

Wen Muchen couldn't do without him, so he had to ask for leave from school.The next day, Lao Zhao came to visit them and brought all the review materials for the past two weeks to him.

They chatted for a while, Old Zhao patted his forehead and said, "I thought He Xiran was taking leave with you, why don't you see him here?"

"He asked for leave too?" Wen Xiaoyu asked immediately.

His tone was too urgent, Old Zhao was stunned for a moment, and said, "You don't know? He just asked for the final exam and said he was studying at home."

Wen Xiaoyu's face darkened, and he said to Lao Zhao forcefully: "The home visit that I mentioned last time, why don't you put it on the agenda."

Old Zhao was taken aback by him again, and opened his mouth to scold him, but seeing his expression was so bad, he couldn't scold him in the end.

"Don't talk to the teacher like that." After Lao Zhao left, Grandma Wen taught him, "It's like someone owes you hundreds of millions."

"I don't want him to owe a few hundred million." Wen Xiaoyu joked as usual, but after he finished speaking, he didn't think it was funny at all.

Grandma Wen looked at him for a while, and asked, "Did you not sleep well at night? Why are there so many bloodshot eyes?"

"Staying up late to study." Wen Xiaoyu patted a stack of materials, trying to make himself smile a little more naturally, "Now that I have all the equipment, I have finished my review here during the day, and I will go home to catch up on sleep at night."

Wen Muchen was finally able to sleep peacefully in the afternoon, and Wen Xiaoyu stayed by the hospital bed to study.

After reviewing today's content, he looked at the review schedule that had been messed up, and felt sour again.

He rubbed his face, thinking that he really hadn't slept for a long time, and if he continued like this, he might reveal his secrets, so he couldn't resist going out to buy a pack of cigarettes.

Coming downstairs, the illusion that He Xiran seemed to be in the crowd reappeared.He was holding a cigarette, always feeling dizzy and messy.

As soon as he lit the cigarette, Lao Zhao's phone call came in, and he answered the phone while smoking.

"Aren't you smoking, kid?" Old Zhao asked right away.

Wen Xiaoyu coughed twice and said, "No, tell me what's going on."

"I've been to He Xiran's house, that dead old lady in his house, bah!" Old Zhao quickly changed his words, "Is there really something wrong with his grandma?"

"She's not seriously ill." Wen Xiaoyu sneered, "She kicked you out again?"

"That's not true. The door let me in, but I just said a lot of yin and yang." Old Zhao said angrily, "She asked about your family's situation, and I told her about it, and then she even let me in." I urged your grandma to go to work, and I was so pissed off!"

Wen Xiaoyu frowned, took another puff of cigarette, and after taking a deep breath, he asked, "How is He Xiran?"

Old Zhao said: "There is nothing unusual about him, he just looks a bit listless, is he in a bad mood?"

"What do you ask me?" Wen Xiaoyu gritted his teeth and asked, "Are his eyes okay?"

"Eyes?" Old Zhao was puzzled again, as if he sensed that Wen Xiaoyu was on the verge of breaking out, he hurriedly added:

"I can't see the dark appearance of his house clearly, and he stood so far away, he said hello to me and went out. I was very angry at his grandmother, how could I notice so many details. What happened to his eyes?"

"It's nothing." Wen Xiaoyu really didn't want to mention what happened that night to Old Zhao.

But since He Xiran can go out at will, it means that he is not locked up for taking leave.This reassured Wen Xiaoyu and made him even more angry.

After he was injured in the basement last time, he insisted on not asking for leave, but now he is completely withdrawing into his shell.This made Wen Xiaoyu feel that their previous efforts were in vain.

After hanging up Lao Zhao's phone, he smoked another cigarette before going back to the ward.Wen Muchen has woken up. Although he is still weak, his mental state has improved a lot.

Wen Xiaoyu played with him for half an hour, saw him yawn a few times, and played a cartoon for him to watch in a daze.

The two fell asleep side by side, and Grandma Wen came in and looked at Wen Xiaoyu, showing a hesitant expression.

Wen Xiaoyu woke up instantly, and asked her, "Grandma, what's wrong?"

Grandma Wen frowned and struggled for a while, then waved to him and handed him the phone.

Wen Xiaoyu took it over and took a look. It was a transfer message of 10 yuan, signed by He Xiran.

Very good, Wen Xiaoyu thought, I haven't seen anyone for a few days, and the total number of messages sent is not as many as the number of words in this transfer message. This person really wants to be beaten.

Grandma Wen observed his expression and said, "Aran won't let me tell you, but I don't think I can hide it from you. I've transferred the money back to him, so don't be angry with him."

Speaking of this, she sighed: "I don't feel good seeing you like this these days. Your brother is fine now, so go talk to Aran, don't leave any misunderstandings."

The old lady's tone was extremely cautious, which made Wen Xiaoyu deduce that she may be looking like she is going to kill someone.

He closed his eyes and returned the phone to Grandma Wen, with hot and rough sand in his throat, and said in a hoarse voice:

"I know, I'll go now."