She wasn't the only one who was depressed that night.

306 Teacher Lu is equally messy.

Lu Fenghe didn't even think about what she meant by those few words before going to bed.

What comes across is more appropriate.

I don't understand, there is no logic at all.

After solving the difficult problems on Xia Zhuo's math paper, there was no legitimate reason to go to him in the next few days.

Although there are only three households between the two of them, it's really hard to run into each other without expressing opinions.

Lu Fenghe lived in Tongzilou for a few days, and he was quite comfortable. When he was free, he began to worry that the cat would be left at home and no one would feed it. After thinking about it, if he picked it up by himself, he should bring it to feed him.

So went back home in the wind and snow.

People came and went in and out of the community. Before he went home, he had imagined what would happen if he ran into his parents and wouldn't let him go. When he entered and saw no one, that fleeting thought was instantly dispelled.

He walked lightly and didn't move much. He thought that there was no one at home, but when he passed the study, he suddenly heard someone talking inside.

"Are you going to move west, when?"

It was Lu Yuanjiang's voice.

His footsteps stopped there, and the door of the study opened a little, and he could see a corner inside.

Song Wan was watering the flowers, taking it easy, "Don't worry, it will be four years until September this year."

"Little Chuan..." Lu Yuanjiang paused for a moment, then changed his words, "Does Fenghe know?"

Song Wan said, "I haven't mentioned it to him, but I guess he should know."

The last time invited the master to come and see him, he had just asked for sick leave that day, so Ms. Song didn't make things difficult for him.

Lu Yuanjiang hesitated to speak, obviously holding back his words, "I just want to tell you something."

Song Wan looked at him, motioned to him, and said that Lu Yuanjiang's tone was relaxed, somewhat tentative, "You see, the child's body has been similar in the past two years, and he looks better than before. The policies given by the Dong Jiang government in the past two years are generous. I'm here.It’s time for the business to develop, and his grandparents are also getting old, so it’s not suitable for them to walk around anymore.”

Lu Yuanjiang's words were euphemistic, but there was no lack of meaning. Song Wan's face immediately darkened, looked at him and said, "You don't want to move."

Lu Yuanjiang saw that she had been looking for a city in the west these two days, and she had become a half-feng shui master, so he persuaded her, "No, it's because the child is already this old, and her health is also good. She has hardly been sick in the past two years, noAs for the Taoist, he moved every four years, so what if he gets married and has children in the future, maybe he can keep moving with his whole family."

"You think I want to." Song Wan put down the watering can for watering the flowers, her soft temper was rare to be tough, "You think I want to interfere with his future, want to go my own way and decide where he will go to school and where to live? Do you think ICan't you see that he has been competing with me in private for the past two years, and has been muddling around all day long?"

"I am 58 years old, Lu Yuanjiang, and Chuan Xing died. Chuan Xing was only his age at that time. If it is really like what the Taoist said, Feng He's life is not good. What if he loses me?With these two children, even if I risk my life now, it is impossible to have a third child, Lu Yuanjiang, I can't afford this eventuality."

Lu Yuanjiang stood without saying a word, with a helpless expression, speechless.

"Fenghe has been in poor health since he was a child. He has been in and out of the hospital all day long. He often suffers from the bruises on the back of his hand. Do you think I don't feel bad when I look at it?" Song Wan said, tears streaming down her faceFalling down, the voice was choked and broken.

The suppressed tears are not only distressing for him, but also for herself, "How many years can I live? In the future, he will marry a wife and have children. I don't care if he moves in four years after I die, but as long as I am still alive,I don't care if it's scientific or not, even if the Taoist lied to me, I just want him to be healthy and alive."

Lu Fenghe shook the hand hanging by his side, let it go, and then clenched it tightly again, the knuckles that were pinched turned white, and Ms. Song's tears inside were like thin little needles, piercing him with pain.

He couldn't listen anymore, turned around and wanted to leave, but accidentally kicked a vase, the vase shattered when it hit the ground, the conversation in the study stopped abruptly, and with the panicked footsteps of the two people in the study, he bent downThe action of cleaning up the scene also appeared to be in a hurry.

I didn't pay attention to it, and accidentally scratched the tip of the glass on my index finger. The cut was quite deep, and a lot of blood came out immediately.

Song Wan came out first, hurriedly wiped away the tears on his face, stopped him and said, "Don't move, let your dad clean up later."

Lu Fenghe seemed to be hoarse again at the moment, standing still speechless.

Song Wan glanced at his hand, the blood on the back of the hand looked scary, frowned and said, "Did you cut your hand?"

He lowered his head slightly, not having the courage to look at her, "It's okay, I'll find a Band-Aid later."

Lu Yuanjiang and Song Wan were standing here. He cleared his throat and said, "I'll bring the cat when I come back, and I'll be leaving later."

After he finished speaking, he didn't continue to pestle, and used the excuse to go to the bathroom to rinse his hands.

In the bathroom, Lu Fenghe turned on the faucet, and the icy cold water rushed down. He put his hand under it to let the water wash away the blood on the surface of the wound.

The bleeding hole was on his index finger, he stared at it twice, then pressed his thumb on it, loosening it and tightening it, no doubt it made the hole unable to heal and more blood came out.

He doesn't hurt himself, but he has a not-so-normal quirk, like this one.

No one knows about it except him.

It's good to feel the pain, he feels good.

In the coffee shop, Xia Zhuo was sitting on a soft chair, holding a cup of coffee in both hands. It was her first time here, and sitting opposite her was her mother, He Huizhen.

He Huizhen held a few bags in her hand, and happily handed them to her, "Xia Zhuo, I went to the street two days ago, and I saw some pretty clothes, which suit you very well. Mom bought some for you."

"There is also this, it is said that it is for the brains of candidates, it is not wrong to eat it, it is also a nutritional product."

The big and small bags in hand are the purpose of He Huizhen seeing her today.

She looked at things and nodded, saying yes.

He Huizhen thought for her, thought for a while and said, "Why don't you move in and live with me for the past six months. You're in the third year of high school, and your dad drinks a lot, and you won't be able to learn because of the trouble when you go home."

"I've already moved to Tongzilou, I'm not at home." Xia Zhuo held the coffee and didn't take a sip. She doesn't like this kind of pure American style, it's very bitter, "Moving around is also quite troublesome, I'll just live here."

He Huizhen was stunned for a moment when she heard that she was going out to live, but she listened to her daughter's opinions on everything from a young age, and didn't intervene too much, "It seems that there are a lot of students in your attached middle school, but the conditions are not good after all. If you don't want to live withMom said, pick you up and ask Uncle Zhang to move things for you."

Xia Zhuo nodded again.

Her parents have divorced and separated since junior high school. She and He Huizhen don't see each other very often these years, and their relationship has also been alienated by time and distance.

Occasionally we meet, but we can't find anything to talk about.

When He Huizhen met before, she would always say, "Our Xia Xia has grown taller this year, how is our study going?"

Now she will no longer grow significantly taller, her grades are stable, and she will always be the first in the class.

He Huizhen took a sip of coffee, and the cup fell lightly on the porcelain plate, making a crisp sound, "Which university do you want to go to, or university Yu?"

"Yes." She paused and said, "I want to study law at university Yu."

Province Yu is a bit further south than Dong Jiang, but it's okay, not too southern a city.

He Huizhen smiled and said, "Your Uncle Zhang is from Yuzhou, let him take you to play."

It gets dark early in winter, and time seems to pass quickly. Xia Zhuo and He Huizhen sat in the coffee shop for a while, and when they looked outside through the large glass window, it was already dark.

There was a lot of traffic on the road, and the lights of the shops on the street were turned on.

There was a call to He Huizhen, Xia Zhuo didn't see who it was, but she hung up three times.

Xia Zhuo Zhiqu took the initiative to say, "Mom, then I'll go back first."

Seeing her get up, He Huizhen seemed to want to say a few more words to her, "Why don't you go back after dinner?"

"I'm eating with my classmates." Xia Zhuo put on his coat and pulled the zipper to the top. He was lying casually, but his mind was out of place. He thought of classmate Lu from 306.

He Huizhen helped her pack the things and handed them to her, "That's all right, take all the things, go out and take a taxi."

Xia Zhuo stretched out his hands to take them, clothes, supplements and small cakes from the dessert shop, which were heavy with his left and right hands.

He Huizhen went out with her and watched her get into a taxi before leaving. The scenery outside the car window gradually changed from a busy traffic to a street scene and an alley, from the city back to the Tongzilou that seemed to be forgotten by the times.

Xia Zhuo used to stomp his feet when he entered the corridor, and turned on the voice-activated lights in the building.

She was walking up with her things in her hands, when she suddenly heard someone coughing, raised her head, and met his gaze.

Across the corner of the stairs, she was below, and Lu Fenghe was sitting on the steps, with the rusty railing blocking in front of him.

From her point of view, it looks like a cage.

He tilted his head, didn't say anything, just looked at her.

She only had time to capture the end of the complex emotions in his glance.

When she looked again, only indifference remained.

Lu Fenghe was sitting at the stairs on the third floor, with his legs bent, his hands resting loosely on his knees, his thumb pressing down on the knuckles of his index finger, bright red blood seeping out from the wound.

He didn't seem to feel any pain, and he never frowned.

He was distracted, his eyes were numb.

It wasn't until the girl who appeared in his sight was about to come to him, and seeing her frown, that he suddenly relaxed his grip, lowered his eyes to take a look, and then walked behind him without a trace.

There was blood, and he didn't want her to see it.

At No. 302, Xia Zhuo first put the big and small bags on the sofa when he entered the door, and told him to come in.

She said the first sentence, "Give me your hand."

Lu was silent for a while, and in the end he stretched out his hand behind his back rather reluctantly.

Xia Zhuo looked at his hand, which was slender and skinny, but the owner didn't know how to cherish something that she thought was "pleasing to the eye", and something scratched his index finger. It was two centimeters long and the cut was quite deep., the blood flowed down the index finger on the back of the hand, it was shocking to watch.

She took a small medicine box from the cabinet next to him and asked him to sit down. She sat next to him and wiped off the blood on the surface with a cotton swab, "Just say it hurts."

He's not that pretentious, instead he just went to the bathroom and rinsed it off with cold water.

But he didn't stop it, maybe because he suddenly wanted to sell it badly at this moment, he said deliberately, "It hurts."

Xia Zhuo stopped moving his hands, raised his eyes to look at him, and frowned again, "Then you bear with it, there is nothing you can do about it."

Lu Fenghe smiled, lazily, "Just tell me to endure, I think you have some good ideas."

"Is there any good way to do this." Xia Zhuo said, but his movements were still a little lighter. Looking at the amount of bleeding on his hand that was obviously larger than "a small mouth", he was a little worried, "Do you need to get stitches?"

"Need not."

He said it casually, in fact, it stopped bleeding a long time ago, but he just broke it again.

Xia Zhuo took a hemostatic sticker and put it on for him, being careful all the way.

Lu Fenghe was also at her mercy, silent.

Until she put it on, Xia Zhuo raised his head, and once again recklessly bumped into his pitch-black eyes, his gaze was always direct, without blinking.

Under the cold white light, he raised his hand and tapped her eyebrows with his knuckles, "Hey, I don't hurt, don't frown."