10.
Lin Wen gradually wrote such a character in his pen - a gorgeous ghost wandering in the city after the silence of the city at night. He has a special and unspeakable occupation, but he is also like an ordinary person, conscientious and polite. ... As I write, I can't help but put Mr. Zhuang's face on it, thinking of the gentle good night that he said every time I met Mr. Zhuang.
Is it rude to secretly write about a neighbor as a source of inspiration
Or after writing it, don't spread it out, just give it to Mr. Zhuang, as a gift
Will Mr. Zhuang be angry
But it seems that I have never seen Mr. Zhuang angry.
Lin Wen bit the pen and thought for a long time in anguish, forgetting the fleeting inspiration, and jot down a paragraph on the sticky note. When he got up, his hands and feet were a little numb.
He rubbed his fingers, took a shower, put on his pajamas, walked to the window, opened the slit and looked out.
City A seems to be getting colder and colder.
The busiest office workers in the city and the student party rub their hands in anticipation of the holiday. The New Year is a joyous event. The family is reunited and the table is full of joy.
Lin Wen was a little dazed, he knew that this year would still be spent alone.
After staring blankly for a while, Lin Wen was ready to go to bed.
Passing by the living room, his footsteps suddenly stopped.
In the dark, he had some kind of premonition in his heart, hesitantly walked to the door, counted three times in his heart, and opened the door.
The voice control light turns on.
Zhuang Nan was like the first time he was dragged home by him. He was sitting by the door of the house. His tall figure was like a collapsed Yushan. flushing, breathing is not stable.
Lin Wen was silent for a while.
Unexpectedly, but two months later, an astonishingly similar scene appeared again.
It was dark again all around.
Lin Wen sighed helplessly, walked to the door of A2402, and skillfully picked up Mr. Zhuang home again.
11.
Mr. Zhuang is ill.
Hot cheeks, hot breath, confusion.
Lin Wen dragged him to the bed with great effort. Under the soft light, Mr. Zhuang's three-dimensional features were profound and handsome, like they were carved out of marble. Because he lay down on the soft bed, his locked eyebrows stretched slightly.
Reason told Lin Wen that he should make a phone call at this time and send Mr. Zhuang to the hospital.
But he dared not speak to anyone.
Mr. Zhuang lives alone. He doesn't know how to contact his relatives and friends. At that time, he has to wait in line in a crowded hospital to register, run errands and talk... No one can understand his fear of language communication, especially face-to-face communication.
Lin Wen stared blankly at Zhuang Nan's face for a while, took off his coat, shoes and socks, covered the quilt, found a thermometer, and poured another cup of hot water. When he came back, Zhuang Nan was already curled up, buried in the quilt, sleeping in a sleeping position. like a child.
The corners of his lips curved briefly, pushed Zhuangnan, and whispered, "Mr. Zhuang, wake up, you have a fever, take your temperature first..."
This time, unlike the last drunkenness, Zhuang Nan had not slept very well. He pushed him to wake up. He half-opened his eyes in confusion. Under his long eyelashes, his eyes were dark and wet. However, when he opened his eyes and looked at him, his eyes were also very deterrent, vigilant and indifferent.
Lin Wen took two steps back when he saw him.
He looked at Lin Wen for a moment before realizing that this was his little neighbor, his eyes softened again, and he glanced at the surrounding environment, his heart was clear, he smiled slightly, his throat seemed to swallow sand, and his voice was hoarse: "Mr. Lin, trouble you again."
Because of the low hoarse and nasal voice, the voice is a bit more than usual... Sexy.
Lin Wen panicked, scolded himself secretly, hot flashes on his face, almost forgot what to do, shook his head randomly, and handed over the thermometer: "You first measure the temperature... Is it uncomfortable? Do you have any friends? Contact me , let them, accompany you to the hospital."
He speaks very slowly, but a short greeting is fine, but when he speaks for a long time, the sentences are scattered and stagnant, like a child who has just learned to speak.
Lin Wen bit the bullet and finished speaking, not daring to look at Mr. Zhuang's face.
Weird.
He said silently in his heart, it's really strange for a person like me.
Zhuang Nan took the thermometer, leaned on the head of the bed with his arms in his arms, took his body temperature, and looked at Lin Wen who was standing stiffly. He felt a lot better because of the fever, headache and brain fever. : "What should I do, Mr. Lin, I don't have any friends either."
12.
Mr. Zhuang looked like he was acting like a spoiled child.
Lin Wen's uncontrollable sympathy - indeed, doing that kind of work, Mr. Zhuang must be very bitter, and he probably won't be able to make any sincere friends.
He bit his lip and was silent for a long time, then handed the water over, watching Zhuang Nan drink the glass of water with pale lips, and finally made up his mind: "Mr. Zhuang, I, I will take you to the hospital."
Zhuang Nanton regretted that he shouldn't tease Mr. Squirrel, who was afraid to go out.
He put down the water glass and said with a smile, "No, it's not that serious, it's just a small cold. If Mr. Lin wants to, can you take me in for one night?"
Without waiting for Lin Wen to refuse, he softened his voice and sold miserably: "It's dark and cold in the room over there, and there's no food in the refrigerator. I've burned so badly that I may faint at home and no one will know..."
His words reminded Lin Wen of his illness last year. He was drowsy at home for a few days and finally fainted in the bathroom.
Fortunately, he always delivered the manuscript on time, and disappeared for two days. The editor found something wrong and rushed over to save his life.
Lin Wen couldn't help but think, I still have editors who remember, what about Mr. Zhuang
Mr. Zhuang... To do that kind of work, you should have come from home and have no friends...
He couldn't help but soften his heart, pursed his lips and thought for a long time, nodded and agreed: "Okay."
If he can, he will not pass up any opportunity to give goodwill to others.
For example, he couldn't have let strangers into his small house, but he still picked up Mr. Zhuang twice.