Xia Zhuo felt that he was very much like a heartless and heartless man.

In the evening, the heartbroken man went to his place to do his homework.

Lu Fenghe took things casually after school, but didn't bring serious homework, so he came back with two completed ones.

So right now, he was leaning against the back of his chair, playing with his phone idly.

Xia Zhuo was writing the questions seriously, and occasionally he could hear some small noises when he was walking and pouring water.

It's very subtle and has a sound, but it's not noisy. Maybe she has a high psychological quality, which was honed by Xia Jianjun when she was at home.

Xia Zhuo didn't hear anything outside the window like this, and concentrated on writing for a long time, until she turned the page and glanced at the remaining questions, the surrounding was very quiet, and the sound of the paper being turned was clear to her ears, like the sudden chirping of insects in a silent field, she suddenly stoppedRespond with hindsight.

It seems that haven't heard the sound of the person on the other side for a long time.

It was unbelievably quiet.

Xia Zhuo looked up, only to see the person across from him fell asleep lying on the table.

Lu Fenghe buried his head in the crook of his arm, his other hand was slightly bent, and rested loosely on the back of his neck.

He seems to be like this all the time, unable to wake up.

Xia Zhuo didn't bother him, and the sound of flipping the book in his hand became softer.

After another forty minutes, Xia Zhuo finished writing the last question, and when he looked at it again, he was still asleep in that position, without moving.

Xia Zhuo checked the time with his mobile phone, it was late and he didn't wake up, do you want to wake him up and go back to bed.

It doesn't seem too good if you don't ask him to leave quietly like this.

She hesitated again and again, took a pen and tapped on the table, "Hey, Lu Fenghe,"

There was a few seconds of silence in the air, but he didn't respond.

Xia Zhuo sighed silently, got up and walked around the table, went to his side, reached out and patted his shoulder lightly, "Lu Fenghe, I'm leaving, you go back to your room and sleep."

She moved very lightly, but his body shrank in unconsciously.

Earlier in the classroom, Yang Zhao asked Gao Xiong to wake him up, and he also reacted in the same way.

Like a frightened animal.

After a while, Lu Fenghe made a sound.

"finished?"

Underneath, Lu Fenghe's face was still buried in his arms, and the voice came through the clothes, a little muffled.

He didn't seem to remember it, and kept lying in this position for a while, then straightened up lazily, and leaned back slowly.

"It's done." Xia Zhuo nodded, and his eyes met his.

Lu Fenghe raised his head slightly, a few red marks appeared on the left side of his face, and a bunch of hair was raised up.

Under the warm light, the boy's outline was clear, his eyebrows and eyes were deep, he hadn't shaved in the past two days, some stubble appeared on his chin, he was lazy and casual, even a little sloppy.

Maybe it was close, Xia Zhuo could even hear that his breathing was heavier than normal people at the moment, it was a coincidence, she stretched out her hand without saying hello, took a look at the temperature of his forehead, and then frowned, "It's so hot,You have a fever."

Doesn't this person feel like this after being burned? If she doesn't call him, let him sleep like this for one night, with his body that is dizzy and out of breath even after running for a few steps, he might be gone tomorrow.

He didn't take it seriously, and put his hand on his forehead perfunctorily, "Really."

Seeing his nonchalant attitude, Xia Zhuo doubted that if she left now, he could go back to bed immediately and go back to sleep, "Is there any antipyretic medicine, take it before going to bed, or take a temperature before taking it."

It doesn't really matter whether you measure your body temperature or not. His temperature is obviously high.

Someone Lu refused to cooperate, and his voice was hoarse, "The medicine is bitter, so I don't want to take it."

This is one of the few moments when Xia Zhuo saw the airs of the rich man's young master from him.

Xia Zhuo didn't know what kind of temper he was playing suddenly at this time, he was anxious for a moment, and his tone was a bit serious, "I still have to coax you to take medicine? Lu Fenghe, can you take care of your own body a little bit."

The atmosphere was stalemate for a few seconds, he lowered his eyes slightly, then raised them again, "Don't be harsh on me, it's really bitter, I can't bear it."

Lu Fenghe leaned against the back of the chair, maybe because of a cold, or because he just fell asleep and was woken up, and he didn't fully wake up.The corners of the eyes are reddish, and a pair of pitch-black eyes look wet under the lamp. When speaking, the voice is very soft, showing a natural sense of fragility.

Xia Zhuo was stunned for a moment.

No, just talk when you talk, what kind of coquettish is a big boy.

With just one glance, Xia Zhuo was already feeling guilty for the tone just now.

Her voice softened a bit, and she stopped using his "violent" tone, "Then you didn't take medicine before."

"I eat it with cake." He slightly hooked his lower lip, "I've been doing this since I was a child."

Of course, it may also be habitual.

She paused for a moment and said, "I'll buy it for you."

After all, she was coaxing him.

Lu Fenghe didn't say a word, and saw the person turn around and go out. It was a total of six or seven meters away from here, and when he realized that the person had already gone out.

He got up and picked up the coat that was draped over the back of the chair, and followed him out.

Before Xia Zhuo went downstairs, he heard footsteps coming down from above, and there were two coughs in between.

She stopped and looked up, "Why did you get down?"

Lu Fenghe just put on his clothes, pulled the zipper to the top, stepped down and said, "You are really going, do you know who is around here?"

There is a mix of mermaids and dragons living in this building. They are all short-term rentals, and the turnover of personnel is very high. The surrounding surveillance is all fake and false. There is no electricity at all. She is the only girl who goes out at night, in case something happens again.No matter what, the police are not easy to arrest people.

Before he could call her to stop, he followed her.

Of course Xia Zhuo knew that the neighborhood was quite chaotic, but he didn't think too much about it just now, he just thought that the cake shop must be closed so late, so he went to the all-day convenience store outside to try his luck, there should be one.

Hearing what he said now, Xia Zhuo couldn't help but ask back, "Then what's the use of you keeping up with me, you can't run as fast as me when you are really robbed."

As she ran, she had to look back to see if he could run.

Lu Fenghe was walking up to her, and was moved by her "knowledge of current affairs", "Can you have something to do, with me here, what are you running for?"

Xia Zhuo glanced at him, and whispered in his heart that you can blow it.

It's not that I don't know your physical fitness.

Lu Fenghe has actually left the ranks of "sickly person" in the past two years. He did not practice Sanda in vain in the past few years. Most people are not his opponents at all. But recently, she bumped into them one after another. He really doesn't know at the momenthow to explain.

Even if he was unlucky when he went out and couldn't be beaten by a ruthless one, he was running very fast now.

And didn't feel dizzy after running, and was able to pant normally.

The facilities near Tongzilou are quite complete, and there is a pharmacy just a few steps away from the convenience store.

Lu Fenghe didn't live in Tongzilou for a few days before, so naturally he didn't bother to buy the regular medicines. Xia Zhuo accompanied him to the pharmacy to buy medicines, and then went to the convenience store next door to sit.

Lu Fenghe was sitting on a high stool in a convenience store, with one foot stepping on the bar of the stool, and the other leg resting on the ground, taking medicine in his hand and serving it with cake.

In front of Xia Zhuo is also a small cake of the same style, just ordinary cream and strawberries, not as fancy as the cake shop's fancy styles, but at this time, there is no need to choose.

She forked a piece of strawberry, and her eyes fell on him unconsciously. The young man had broad shoulders and hunched his back slightly to eat.

It's hard to imagine that with such a ruthless and disrecognizable appearance, he would be served with cake after taking medicine.

Is this the charm of "green tea".

He only needs to lean on the back of the chair and say something pitiful, and she will go out to buy cakes for someone.

If Lu Fenghe was a girl, she would have to be a public enemy.

Seeing that he had almost finished eating and drank the cough syrup, Xia Zhuo thought about asking him, "If there is no cake, you really don't need to take medicine."

"Sugar, ice cream, whatever is sweet." He ate the remaining bite of cake and put down his fork, "Isn't it pretty hypocritical, if I didn't have this medicine, I really wouldn't be able to swallow it, and I would vomit if I tried it hard."

He wasn't like this when he was very young, but later he became a medicine jar, probably because he took too much medicine and his body produced this rejection reaction.

It can only be tricked by mixing something sweet.

Pretend it's not medicine.

Xia Zhuo didn't speak, just sighed softly, don't open your eyes, hold your chin to look at the sparse people on the road outside, maybe this is the young master.

The mobile phone in Lu Fenghe's pocket rang muffledly.

It was Song Wan who sent the message.

He glanced at it, didn't want to turn back, and stared at the dead tree outside through the glass with some distraction.

It was so late at night and there were sanitation workers in yellow Sockpuppet/vest under the tree sweeping the leaves on the roadside with brooms, and the stalls that had been expelled by the city management were driving back in the freezing cold with three wheels.

He was not happy, but he couldn't see the hard work in this world, so he turned his head away.

The phone rang again, and it was Song Wan who was calling.

Lu Fenghe glanced at the content, but still didn't reply to the message, sighed deeply, and lay down on the convenience store table with his forehead resting on the back of his hand for a while.

Indescribably uncomfortable.

Very boring.

The next day at school, Lu Fenghe was not there.

Xia Zhuo sent him a WeChat message after the morning self-study, "Are you asking for leave?"

This message was sent out for a long time, but no one responded.

Zhao Suizi came to look for her, looked at the empty seat next to her, and said in a daze, "Lu Fenghe asked for leave again."

Xia Zhuo is not sure, "Maybe he is sick."

Zhao Suizi patted Chen Chaoyang in front again, "Chen Chaoyang, did he ask for leave?"

Chen Chaoyang turned sideways, seemed hesitant to speak, and finally squeezed out two words, "Leave for personal use."

"What's the matter?"

Chen Chaoyang talked a lot, but he didn't say a word that shouldn't be said, "Don't ask, it's not a good thing."

Suddenly someone in the class opened the window and leaned his head out to look, "Hey, it's snowing, I wonder why it's so cold today."

"It's already more than March and it's still snowing. A few days ago I said it was going to be spring."

"Snowing."

Lu Yuanjiang looked up at the sky, the white snow was falling, the man who was almost sixty years old, although he was already half buried in the soil, he couldn't help it, his eyes were red.

Lu Fenghe and Song Wan stood beside him, he held a bouquet of white roses in his arms, and bent down in front of his brother's tombstone.

Song Wan said that this was my brother's favorite flower during his lifetime.

There is a small black-and-white photo on the tombstone. In the photo, the young man is in full bloom. At the age of seventeen or eighteen, it is a pity to look at it more.

Looking at the person in the photo, Lu Fenghe felt an indescribable feeling in his heart, sad, sour, love and hate.

It stands to reason that he has never met Lu Chuanxing, so he shouldn't have feelings, but his feelings for the person in the photo are more complicated than those of anyone around him.

Song Wan watched, her voice became choked up, "Little Chuan, it's snowing, so don't go out."

Although Lu Fenghe had been called Little Chuan for more than ten years, he was unexpectedly able to tell that Song Wan's words were addressed to Lu Chuanxing.

White snow fell on the cold tombstone all over the sky, the wind was rustling, and no one answered.

Lu Fenghe stared at the photo distractedly, and saw that the boy in it looked exactly like him, including the tear mole.After a long time, he moved his lips, his voice was rough and dry, and he answered for Lu Chuanxing, "Well, I'm not leaving."

He was a stand-in again.

This time it was voluntary.

The WeChat message that Xia Zhuo sent didn't get a response until after school at night.

Chen Chaoyang said it was not a good thing, so she didn't have time to ask further.

After school, Xia Zhuo was dragged by Zhao Suizi to buy milk tea, she went all the way, and she also bought a cup.

The moment the straw poked open the seal, she suddenly thought.

He likes sweet things so much, milk tea, he should like it too.

Zhao Suizi took a sip of the milk tea, and suddenly said, "Something really happened to Lu Fenghe, right? Chen Chaoyang's big mouth didn't even say a word."

Chen Chaoyang probably couldn't control his mouth if it was an ordinary matter.

Xia Zhuo bit the thin tube, shook his head, "I don't know."

She looked calm on the surface, but she was still worried about him to some extent. She didn't reply to the news. He still had a fever last night. She didn't know what happened to his family, and she didn't know whether the medicine he took was not working.

Where would he be now.

The whisper in Xia Zhuo's heart seemed to be heard by the gods.

Lu Fenghe was sitting at the stairs on the third floor of the Tongzi Building, with his elbows on his lap, and he didn't take a mobile phone to pass the time. He was bored and rubbed the scar on his index finger idly.

The person who had been missing for a day appeared on her way home.

Xia Zhuo held half a cup of milk tea and looked at him. They didn't speak for a while. A few seconds later, the voice-activated lights in the corridor went out.

Immediately after, someone came, and with the footsteps, the surrounding lights lit up again.

Lu Fenghe's forehead was slightly disheveled, and his hair color was a little light under the light. At this moment, his eyes looked at her faintly, as if distracted, but not like it.

He obviously has everything, but from time to time there will be this sense of abjection that doesn't suit him.

After the people who came up from behind left, Xia Zhuo walked up two steps, "You didn't come to school today."

His tone was very light, "Today is my brother's memorial day, go and see him."

Xia Zhuo was stunned for a moment, she seemed like she shouldn't ask.

Lu Fenghe smiled, not smiling, just pulled the corners of his mouth, "What kind of expression is this, actually it's nothing, he died before I was born, I never saw him."

The few words about Lu Chuanxing were all he heard from other people.

Xia Zhuo told the truth and asked him, "Would you be so sad if you haven't seen it before?"

"Do I look sad?" His eyes were heavy, as if he suddenly wanted to say something, "Xia Zhuo."

He stopped after saying her name.

It's hard to say something.

He felt embarrassed.

Lu Fenghe was silent, his voice seemed to be even hoarse, and then he bent his lower lip in a self-deprecating manner, "Since I can walk, no one has hugged me anymore."

"You give me a hug."