At the end of the summer vacation when was twelve years old, grandma was discharged from the hospital, and it was time for Xia Zhuo's family to return to Dong Jiang.

The day before she made an appointment with him at the entrance of the soup dumpling shop outside the hospital. On the day of the appointment, it was drizzling, and the rain on the side of the road gradually wet the corners of her skirt.

In the inpatient department, the door of the ward she always peeked at was open at this time, and the furnishings inside were as usual, except that he was gone.

The bed was covered with neat bedding from the hospital, the table was clean, and the game consoles and snacks that had piled up on it were all gone.

Little Chuan is gone.

With the last ray of hope, she went back to the hospital gate and waited again. She waited for a long time that day, until it got dark.

At this time, the young man looked at her with lacquered eyes, and said in a serious tone, "I was just discharged from the hospital and said that I was going to rest and recover, but the family watched and wouldn't let me go."

He was silent for a moment, and then said, "Sorry, I missed the appointment."

The afternoon sun came in from the side window and fell on his fluffy hair. He sat on the steps and looked up at people, using an inappropriate metaphor, like a child who admitted his mistake.

It has been so long since that year, and she has almost forgotten it long ago. Hearing his apology, Xia Zhuo felt embarrassed, "I didn't care either."

She really didn't care.

For such a small matter, it is not possible to remember him for so long.

Lu Fenghe moved and stood up from the steps. There was a height difference between the two of them in an instant. His voice was deep, as if he was asking her for an explanation, "Then why do you keep avoiding me? I saw this morningis you."

She, did she hide?

Xia Zhuo looked at him, and was speechless for a while, thinking of the scene of Lu Fenghe standing with Hua Gao Hui, the No. 4 middle school today, if she called "hiding", then it really counted.

She said seriously, "I heard from others that the one standing next to you in the morning is your goddess, so I didn't bother you."

She said it tactfully, worried that she would poke the heart of classmate Lu who was broken by "love".

After saying that, Lu Fenghe frowned lightly, Xia Zhuo thought that what he said made people unhappy, after all, he couldn't love him, and he suffered a lot from it.

He seemed to think for a while, then suddenly smiled and said, "You mean Gao Hui?"

Suddenly someone shouted downstairs, "Who is Uncle Lu? Uncle Lu? The tail number is 1609? Midea refrigerator, the one who just called me?"

The master who delivered the refrigerator didn't see anyone below, so he shouted at the top of his voice.

Lu Fenghe stood in the corridor, and replied in embarrassment, "Here we come."

Ordered online, forgot to change name, recipient, Uncle Lu.

He looked very busy, Xia Zhuo also said goodbye to him, she went back to the house to rest for a while, nestled on the sofa to eat snacks, listening to people walking in the corridor outside.

It was mixed with a series of knocking and knocking sounds of moving things, such as "one or two", "no, no, take a break", "turn it upright to get in".

This sound continued intermittently for more than two hours.

Occasionally, I could hear that familiar and tired voice say, "306, the one at the top, thank you, master."

Did he move his family here?

It was around six o'clock in the afternoon, and the small town in winter was getting dark early. At this moment, the residents had already turned on the lights one after another, like a grid of square sequins, faintly and tinyly embellished in this tube building.

Xia Zhuo went downstairs to buy a dinner and packed it. Before entering the door, he thought of something and glanced ahead. The window of 306 was lit.

Before he could look back, the door opened in the next second.

When Xia Zhuo saw him, she instinctively wanted to leave, but in order to avoid the suspicion of someone saying "avoid him", she took the step she took and then moved back. After hiding for an afternoon, she had the opportunity to ask, "You move here?"Are you staying?"

He closed the door casually, without bothering to lock it, and walked towards this side with his long legs, and said as he walked, "I lived here before, and I didn't have all the things, and I added a few new ones."

Xia Zhuo: "Then you are going..."

"Buy a dinner."

Lu Fenghe's eyes naturally fell on the packing box in her hand, and then looked away, "Wait for me, I'm leaving first."

"Hey……"

Xia Zhuo stood at the door, looking at Lu Fenghe's back who had already taken two steps, what are you waiting for him?

How can this man speak inexplicably.

She didn't understand, but she didn't wait at the door of the food station. Seeing the people leave, she went into the room by herself, put the packing box on the coffee table, took off the chopsticks and started eating.

There is no TV in the room, it is quiet and there is no sound.

In less than ten minutes, heard someone walking outside again. The sound of footsteps was laziness, from far to near, and they were talking on the phone when they passed by her door.

"no way."

The boy's voice was laziness, with the meaning of breaking a jar.

"Whatever they think, I can coax her with anything, but this is the only thing I don't want to coax, who can think for me."

The sound of footsteps stopped suddenly, accompanied by two low-pitched coughs, "I've eaten and hung up."

Maybe he was fascinated by it, Xia Zhuo picked up the chopstick powder and didn't put it into his mouth for a long time.

She really didn't mean to listen.

The sound insulation of this door is very poor, and he happened to be standing at her door to talk on the phone.

Don't want to listen to it.

Xia Zhuo raised his hand and put the chopsticks of rice noodles that had cooled down into his mouth.

Before he could swallow it down, there was a knock on the door.

As if guilty of guilt, she choked softly and hurriedly got up to open the door.

Lu Fenghe was carrying his rice in one hand and his mobile phone in the other to answer messages. Chen Zhaoyang knew that he couldn't stand the "whitewashing" atmosphere at home, so he moved to live in Tongzilou.

Parents have not said anything about the "substitute" so far. They just passed away when he lost his temper, and no one mentioned it again.

If they don't mention it, if he insists on it, he will only quarrel again, but he talked about it last time, and he can't continue to play dumb. Seeing his parents still greeting him with care and attention these days, he feels awkward, just lived here alone.

Chen Chaoyang persuaded him to coax Ms. Song and find a chance to have a good chat, but he didn't want to. He didn't want to say anything about the "Dongwan Leiqing".

Xia Zhuo opened the door, and what he saw was that he finished the last message in his hand, and then walked in with dinner.

Not at all polite.

Xia Zhuo still put his hand on the handle, looked back at Lu Fenghe who put down his things and sat on the sofa by himself, and reminded, "This is, 302."

"I know." He replied quite calmly, and then took off his coat and put it aside even more bluntly, "Eating alone is boring, so come join in the fun."

Xia Zhuo recalled the two words he just heard.

"no way."

"It's the only thing I don't want to coax."

Is this a complete quarrel with the goddess...?

She looked at the way Lu Fenghe lowered his head to unpack the packing box, he didn't speak, just lowered his eyes slightly, which was enough to reveal his current unhappy mood.

Xia Zhuo sighed silently in his heart, and acted as "I would throw in my lot with you, sir, at the risk of my life", and cared for this "injured" classmate Lu.

She closed the door and carefully sat back where she was just now. There was still half a bowl of rice noodles left, so she picked up her chopsticks and continued to eat.

Lu Fenghe should have just seen her packing bag and bought the same rice noodles as hers.

The incandescent lamp on the top exudes cold white light, shining on the old and dilapidated objects in the room, inexplicably creating a feeling that two people are dependent on each other.

There is no TV, Xia Zhuo was trying to find something to talk about to break the embarrassment, so he opened his mouth first, "Those sets of math papers are still a bit difficult, I said you can ask me if you don't know it, but I haven't seen you ask."

The world is getting worse, and students are not easy to learn, so Teacher Lu can only come to the door to ask questions.

He flicked his chopsticks a few times in the bowl, tasted it twice, and didn't even look at her, like a casual gossip that couldn't be more casual.

It is true that Xia Zhuo can't, but he has marked them all, so he is not ashamed to ask.

She swallowed something and said, "I'm afraid to disturb you."

Lu Fenghe was silent for a moment, then lightly raised his eyes to look at her. Ever since we met again, she seemed to be always like this, stiff, stiff and well-behaved.

She has a completely different personality from when she was a child, as if she was taken away.

He then looked away and continued to stare at the contents of the bowl and said, "Don't bother, I have plenty of time."

He only has two things to do every day, eating and sleeping. The beggars under the overpass are busier than him, and they still bring their bowls to sit there on time.

Xia Zhuo nodded dumbly, and stretched out his hand to pull out a tissue, maybe because he was absent-minded, his sleeve knocked over an empty glass, and the glass fell on the table with a "bang", and then rolled down to the ground uncontrollably.

Lu Fenghe bent over faster, and she lowered her hand to pick up things, and caught off guard, she put it on the back of his hand.

You can even vaguely touch the hard bones of the young man.

Xia Zhuo raised his head and met his pair of dark and clean eyes.

Lu Fenghe's forehead was slightly disheveled, the obtrusive band-aid was gone under the corner of the eye, and there was only a very light red mark left. She remembered that this place was a mole of tears.

His skin is fair, his eyebrows and eyes look darker, and his eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes.

She seldom stared at people like this, until the boy being watched cleared his throat, Xia Zhuo came back to his senses, and hastily withdrew his hand.

He picked up the cup and put it back on the table, coughed again and said, "The cup fell."

Xia Zhuo didn't say a word, he only knew the inexplicable heartbeat, and he didn't realize it at this moment.

The author has something to say:

Lu Fenghe: I'm so annoying, just leave me alone.

Xia Zhuo: Tsk, broke up with the goddess.