After the car got on the expressway, Shen Wenqiu began to vaguely feel something was wrong.
He didn't get motion sickness, but this time the journey was so long that he felt a little nauseous, maybe it was because his lunch was too greasy. The sun was going down outside, and Lu Yong's Mercedes was still driving between the highway and the tunnel between the barren hills. Only then did Shen Wenqiu realize that he forgot to ask a question—
Where does Lu Yong live
The phone beeps with a "ding".
Shen Wenqiu looked down at the text message: Welcome to the thousand-year-old capital city H! H City Culture and Tourism Bureau warmly reminds...
Shen Wenqiu was dumbfounded, this is fucking out of the province!
Shen Wenqiu asked, "Where do you live?"
Lu Yong is like a robot. After driving for so long, he doesn't feel tired: "I'm working in City H now."
After a while, Shen Wenqiu asked in a daze: "... You didn't drive here from City H on purpose?"
The black car ran across the border between day and night, and rushed into the new cave. The wind whistled through the glass windows, and the street lights on both sides were like white shooting stars, surrounded by both sides, and were quickly thrown away.
"Yeah." Lu Yong admitted lightly, and said, "If you're sleepy, sleep for a while. We're almost in the city. If there's no traffic jam, we'll be home in about two hours."
"There's a blanket in the backseat."
"If you feel motion sickness, I have motion sickness stickers."
Shen Wenqiu didn't listen much, he was thinking about other things.
Five days ago, he was arrested at two o'clock in the morning and gave the contact information of the policeman Lu Yong at about three o'clock in the morning. Lu Yong arrived around eight o'clock in the morning.
On the day when he was arrested, Lu Yong had to drive as soon as he received the call, so he could arrive at about that time.
Shen Wenqiu pursed his lips and said, "You haven't changed at all, you are still as careful and capable as before."
Shen Wenqiu lowered the armchair, climbed to the back seat, wrapped himself in a blanket, and said, "Then I'll sleep for a while."
After half an hour.
The car drove into the urban area, and neon lights flashed outside the window.
Lu Yong didn't dare to raise his eyes to take a peek at the rearview mirror when he heard nothing was happening.
He stretched out his hand to adjust the rearview mirror so that it could see Shen Wenqiu in the back seat. Shen Wenqiu was sleeping curled up in the back seat. The blanket was too small and the cover was not complete, exposing his ankles and bony.
Shen Wenqiu looked dirty and thin, like a little stray dog.
The detention center is not a good place, even if he has been locked up several times, it is impossible for him to get used to it. I haven't had a good night's sleep these days, but I fell asleep on the soft car seat.
…
The military training in the first year of high school must live on campus for a week, and the management is closed.
Shen Wenqiu was spoiled and pampered, so he reluctantly went to the dormitory. The environment was worse than he thought, iron frame bed, eight-person room, and the worst thing was, he went too late, and all the good places were picked out.
Shen Wenqiu looked at the hard and dirty wooden boards, and then at the old wooden table with peeling paint. The floor was dirty, and the walls were also dirty. He mumbled subconsciously: "...is this a place where people live?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the father of the poor father and son say happily: "It's a very clean room! It's really nice!"
Shen Wenqiu choked for a moment, glanced at them, praying that his coquettish complaints were not heard, but when he turned around, he met the eyes of the tall black man again. His ears felt hot all of a sudden, and he was ashamed.
Shen Wenqiu saw Lu Yong saying goodbye to his parents and sending him away.
The two children discussed sharing beds. There are only two beds left, one up and one down.
Hei Da Gao asked him: "The lower bunk is for you, it's more convenient."
Shen Wenqiu looked at his only one arm, shook his head, pretended to be serious and said: "Forget it, I'll sleep on the upper bunk. This bed doesn't look very firm. You are so big and you only sleep on the upper bunk. What if it collapses and hits me?"
Lu Yong believed it immediately: "What you said is true." After holding back, he said, "But it shouldn't collapse, I'm not fat."
Shen Wenqiu sneered: "Why are you so stupid? I'm just kidding."
After returning, Lu Yong took out the plastic washbasin and rag from the snakeskin bag, hesitated for a while, and asked Shen Wenqiu, who was still standing by the bed as if he didn't know where to start: "You don't seem to be very good at hygiene? Do you want me to do it?" help you?"
Shen Wenqiu hadn't had time to answer when his father happened to bring someone over, carrying big bags and small bags, as if trying to arrange his bed so that Princess and the Pea could sleep.
He always took it for granted, but in front of this silly big black tall man, he suddenly blushed and whispered embarrassedly: "Thanks, thank you, but my father hired auntie to clean."
Father Shen also noticed Lu Yong, and said in surprise: "Oh, you are classmates? Hello, hello."
As he said that, he took out a box of milk from a large cabinet of snacks and fruits prepared for Shen Wenqiu, handed it to Lu Yong, and said casually: "My little baa has never lived outside, and he may not be used to it. He is spoiled by me. It's broken. You look like a capable and good boy, please take care of him... "
The name "Xiaobaa" caused other students in the same dormitory to look sideways.
Shen Wenqiu's fingers were stuck in the seams of his trousers, and he said shyly, "Dad! Don't call me 'little baa'! I'm already fifteen years old!"
Father Shen laughed, patted his head, and told him: "Don't lose your temper at the school, if you offend someone and get beaten, Dad won't care about you, just behave yourself."
…
"Little baa."
"Baa, here we are, wake up."
Ever since his father died, he hadn't heard anyone call him that for many years. For a while, Shen Wenqiu had hallucinations, thinking that he was reborn and returned to the past.
Better to find out he's had one too long nightmare and wakes up as a pampered rich boy rather than a homeless bum.
Shen Wenqiu sat up, his soul seemed to be still immersed in a dream and could not escape, he raised his face and said to Lu Yong who was standing outside the car door: "I haven't heard anyone call me 'little baa' for eight hundred years. But you are calling me."
"I'm ashamed. I'm so old."
And I haven't seen him for ten years, why can Lu Yong call him by his nickname so naturally
Shen Wenqiu stared at Lu Yong.
One, two, three, four, five—
Shen Wenqiu looked away uncomfortably.
Lu Yong was not embarrassed, but he was embarrassed.
Shen Wenqiu sniffed the blanket, and said awkwardly, "I'm sorry, I haven't showered in three days, it's so smelly, it stinks your blanket too."
Lu Yong put away the blanket and said, "It's okay, just wash it and it will be fine."
They go to the elevator.
Lu Yong swiped his room card, and the elevator keys on the nineteenth floor lit up.
Shen asked Qiu: "You live so high?"
Lu Yong: "The scenery is good."
Lu Yong lives in a large flat with one floor and one household, with an area of more than 300 square meters, three bedrooms and one living room, and a large balcony, which is very spacious. Shen Wenqiu felt that an air circulation system should be installed. Even if the doors and windows were closed tightly after going out for a day, he didn't feel stuffy. The house was beautifully decorated in a typical Mediterranean style, with blue, white and yellow as the main tone, bright and clean, but somehow gave him a sense of desertedness.
Shen Wenqiu's eyes fell on the big sofa in the living room, he found the place where he slept tonight, and said, "Your house is well decorated, you must have put a lot of thought into it."
Lu Yong replied: "Second-hand house. The original owner is an interior designer, and I took over directly without any changes."
Shen Wenqiu: "Oh."
He thought, why Lu Yong is still the same, he can't answer the words at all, just deal with the scene with a few casual words.
How did someone like Lu Yong become Mr. Lu
Lu Yong took Shen Wenqiu to the long table in the living room, and said, "Sit down for a while, and get what you want to drink. I'll cook."
Lu Yong took off his suit jacket and tie, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and started cooking in the semi-open kitchen. Shen Wenqiu remembered that Lu Yong used to cook delicious food. Lu Yong's family had a food stall. I heard that he could cut vegetables and cook on a small bench before he went to school.
Lu Yong was making fried noodles, holding the frying pan with his prosthetic right hand and shaking the pan, while holding chopsticks in his left hand to scatter the noodles.
This prosthesis can even operate such a heavy pot at will
Shen Wenqiu rested his chin on one hand, leaned his body, looked on curiously, and said, "Aren't you Boss Lu now? You still have to cook for yourself?"
While cooking, Lu Yong replied to him: "It's not always free every day. If you go home to rest, you can cook by yourself. It's healthier."
He put two plates of fragrant fried noodles on the table, and two glasses of orange juice with ice cubes.
Shen Wenqiu looked at his plate, felt that the eggs and shredded pork were all in his portion, and asked, "Is it such a big portion?"
Lu Yong said: "You are too thin, eat more."
Lu Yongfeng ate like a cloud, and Shen Wenqiu felt a little bit of pressure.
Lu Yong said, "You don't have to worry about eating slowly."
Shen Wenqiu couldn't help speeding up his meal. He just finished eating and was about to put away the bowls and chopsticks consciously. Lu Yong came over with two clean clothes and said:
"Leave it alone, I'll do the dishes."
"I don't have any new clothes, so let's make do with my old clothes, clean ones. The blue and white striped ones hanging on the wall will do just fine."
Shen Wenqiu was still not polite.
He took a solid shower, dried his hair, and felt much better.
Lu Yong's washstand is empty, except for tooth cups and toothbrushes, there is only a bottle of Vaseline body lotion - 100 yuan per liter can be used for a long time, and half of the bottle has been used.
Shen Wenqiu came out of the bathroom.
Lu Yong sat in the living room waiting for him, stood up when he saw him, and said, "Come with me."
Shen Wenqiu followed him to the master bedroom in bewilderment, Lu Yong said: "I changed into new sheets and quilt covers, which were just washed and dried a few days ago."
Shen Wenqiu: "..."
He thought it was fine if Lu Yong didn't despise him for being dirty, but this rhetoric seemed to be afraid of being despised by him for being dirty. strange.
Shen Wenqiu stood by the door, didn't go in, scratched his head: "I'm alone, just sleep on the sofa."
Lu Yong said, "I sleep on the sofa."
Shen Wenqiu was taken aback: "Huh? Isn't this the guest bedroom?"
Lu Yong nodded: "This room faces south, so the sun is the best."
This is not the dove occupying the magpie's nest, but the sparrow rushing to invite the dove to occupy the nest.
Shen Wenqiu took half a step back: "I'd better sleep on the sofa. I'm used to sleeping on a park bench, but I'm not used to sleeping on such a soft bed."
Shen Wenqiu gave a gentle smile: "It's still early. Can I watch TV in the living room for a while?"
Lu Yong was rejected, his face and shoulder muscles became obviously stiffer, and he said, "Okay."
He also said: "I still have work to do, I'm in the study, you can call me if you need anything."
Shen Wenqiu was going to just lie on the sofa like this, and just sleep here.
Lu Yong entered the study room at 8:30 and didn't come out. He came out of the study room a little later, said goodnight to Shen Wenqiu, and went to wash and sleep.
"Good night little baa."
"... good night. Dayong."
The house fell silent.
Shen Wenqiu heard the sound of the master bedroom door closing, turned down the volume of the TV, and turned off the TV after five minutes.
He lay with his arms on his head for half an hour, but he still couldn't fall asleep.
Obviously, he usually sleeps soundly on the chairs in Internet cafes and on the edge of flower beds in parks.
Shen Wenqiu got up quietly, opened the door to go out, and pressed the elevator.
no response.
Click again.
Still no response.
It seems that there is no way to leave without a room card.