Fu Jia tilted his head slightly, trying to hide that half of his face: "It's nothing, the glass is broken."
Lu Qi'an is not easy to fool. "It won't break in the face."
Fu Jia said impatiently, "Then I was stupid, fell, and smashed my face on the shards of glass. What's the matter?"
Lu Qi'an was silent, but his eyes kept on the gauze, and he didn't know if he believed it.
Fu Jia was bored by him, and felt that it was a shame to let him know that he was being bullied. He wanted Lu Qi'an to feel that he walked sideways in the school instead of struggling.
He changed the subject: "Where are we going now?"
Lu Qi'an said, "Find anywhere."
Fu Jia retorted him: "You don't seem like a casual person."
Lu Qi'an was indeed just polite. "Then go to a nearby coffee shop."
He walked ahead and led the way, but Fu Jia was one step behind him and followed behind him. Dusk stretched Lu Qi'an's shadow and Fu Jia's shadow, and a small part overlapped.
Fu Jia couldn't help but smile and kicked Lu Qi'an's shadow on the head.
The steps of the two stopped at the same time.
"It's okay, I'll step on bugs." Fu Jia said with a smirk.
Lu Qi'an didn't look back and continued to walk forward.
Fu Jia didn't dare to step on it anymore, but still stepped on Lu Qi'an's "head" intentionally or unintentionally. At this moment, no one else is walking with them, and the pedestrians passing by are also hurrying, only their pace is always close, heading towards the same destination.
This made Fu Jia feel amazing.
This road can be a little longer, a little longer.
Stepping on the shadow all the way to the door of the cafe, Fu Jia looked up and was dumbfounded.
The cafe is decorated in a modern style, and the glass windows are polished as bright as a mirror, and you can see the high-end decoration inside and the well-dressed guests.
Looking at Lu Qi'an next to him, although he was still wearing his school uniform, he had a certain aura.
The temperament of a rich man.
Fu Jia didn't dare to hesitate and told the truth: "I can't afford to go here, why don't you just go and change place?"
Lu Qi'an looked at him: "Can't afford to go?"
Fu Jia thought for a while: "Maybe half a glass of water."
Lu Qi'an didn't say "I can afford it" or "I invite you" that would make Fu Jia angry, but said, "Auntie gave you a card, but Sister Chen didn't give it to you?"
There was a rare surprise in his eyes.
This made Fu Jia feel uncomfortable.
He thought he would definitely want that card.
Lu Qian frowned: "I'll call the villa."
"No," Fu Jia gave a lukewarm laugh, "I gave the card to Mrs. Chen. You thought I would ask for your aunt's money? They kept saying that I trampled on my self-esteem and kicked me out of the villa. Isn't it you?"
Lu Qi'an was slightly startled.
Fu Jia pinched his palm with his fingertips, hoping that his tone would be gentler: "Forget it." He stared at the ground, "Let's go in, I can still pay for a glass of water."
Lu Qi'an said, "I'm sorry."
"Huh?" Fu Jia was startled.
Lu Qi'an didn't answer his question, but said, "We can go to my apartment."
Fu Jia was stunned and asked subconsciously, "Are you kidding me?"
"I don't waste time doing this."
Fu Jia fell into a brief silence, and after a while, he said tentatively, "Then... okay."
Lu Qian started to lead the way.
Fu Jia followed him until Lu Qi'an swiped his card into a community and helped Fu Jia with the registration of outsiders. He still felt that this was not true.
Lu Qi'an should have disliked him very much. Although not as deep as Lin Fengxun and Lu Wanqing, it was enough to make him retreat.
This idea has been ingrained in Fu Jia's mind for nearly ten years.
The two entered the elevator, and Fu Jia suddenly felt nervous.
This is true, Lu Qi'an is really taking himself to his house, a home without Lin Fengxun and without Lu Wanqing.
"Change your shoes before entering the door." After entering the door, Lu Qi'an brought Fu Jia a pair of newly unpacked slippers.
Fu Jia looked at the apartment while changing his shoes. He could see that Lu Qi'an lived alone, and it was only a temporary residence.
"Wear it upside down."
"?" Fu Jia looked down at her feet, really wearing them upside down.
This is so embarrassing. Fortunately, Fu Jia was thick-skinned and said, "This shoe is not clearly distinguished from left to right, so it's fine to just wear it like this."
Since Fu Jia was happy, Lu Qi'an wouldn't say anything else. He pointed to the innermost room: "Let's go to the study. There is a refrigerator on your left. If you are thirsty, you can go and drink water."
Fu Jia waved his hand: "I'm not thirsty."
Originally there was only one chair in the study, but Lu Qi'an moved another chair next to it. This chair doesn't match the desk, it doesn't have a back, and it's a bit short. The two were seated, and Fu Jia found that he was about to look up at Lu Qi'an.
He was a little uncomfortable, restrained, and frequently looked down at his feet.
Lu Qi'an looked down at him, saw the back of his neck and the raised shoulder blades, and instantly remembered the scene when he saw Fu Jiashi on the stairs of the Lin family villa that day. At that time, it was this part that attracted his attention the most.
Why
No answer for now.
Fu Jia endured the awkwardness, opened the schoolbag, and took out the dozen or so pages of problem sets that he had glued together.
He was clumsy, with a mess of sticky tape, and pieces of tape in irregular shapes that looked like they had been picked up from a junkyard.
Don't talk about this stuff, it's a problem to even read it.
Lu Qi'an took the thin little tattered book, rubbed his fingers against the edge of the tape, and asked, "What happened?"
Fu Jia held his head evasively, and said casually, "There's nothing, I'm just playing around."
"Gluing them back page by page?"
Fu Jia knew that this didn't make sense, but he didn't want to reveal the truth to Lu Qi'an, but felt that he meant to look down on him by asking such a question. Could it be interesting to ask him all his useless and embarrassing things
"When did you become interested in this? You have to figure out what embarrassing things happen to others? Don't you have a reputation for being precious time?"
Fu Jia shouted like a cannonball, and immediately regretted it again. What is he doing, is he putting his anger on Lu Qi'an
"If you don't want to say it, you can reject me without being sarcastic." Lu Qi'an picked up the exercise set, pushed it in front of Fu Jia, and pointed him to two wrong places, "This can't be done."
Fu Jia didn't even look at it: "I've been glued for five hours, and you told me it didn't work
"You'll be quicker to buy a new one."
Lu Qi'an's tone was soft.
Fu Jia: "..."
Yeah, why didn't he think of that
Fu Jia's head was bloodshot, looking at the tattered book he had glued out on Lu Qi'an's solid wood desk, it seemed so out of place.
He suddenly felt that he too, was out of place in this apartment, out of place with the slippers on his feet, and out of place with the short stool. He was furious, but had nowhere to vent his anger. He stretched out his hand to put the exercise set in his bag, and stood up abruptly: "Forget it today, I'll go buy a new one, and we'll talk about it later."
"Wait." Lu Qi'an stopped him.
Fu Jia reluctantly stopped.
"You don't need to buy any more. Anyway, that set of questions is not properly compiled. I'll show you a few questions. Which subject is your weakest?"
Fu Jia looked down at the wooden floor, rolled his toes on the ground, and said, "Math..."
This is his conclusion after countless tough decisions in math and English.
"Which part of mathematics is the weakest?"
"… function."
"Okay." Lu Qi'an lowered his head and began to write on the paper.
"Don't waste this time, it's not that easy to ask questions." Fu Jia's mind was full of "I want to sit back", but he felt that he was so determined and decisive when he left, how could he go back on it so quickly.
"It's not that difficult, ten minutes at most."
Fu Jia said: "Then you are asking questions over there, what am I doing
Lu Qi'an didn't lift his head: "You can read a book."
Fu Jia deliberately confronted him: "I can understand what you have here, do you have books from junior high school?"
Lu Qi'an stopped writing and looked up at him.
Fu Jia did not panic. But it's not his fault. The act of looking into a person's eyes and not saying anything is very confusing.
"Why?" He pretended to be relaxed.
"You can look at me, you're good at that anyway."
After Lu Qi'an finished speaking, he lowered his head and continued to write.
Fu Jia stared at him blankly, her heart almost jumping out of her chest.
The next second, he didn't dare to look, and managed his sight carefully.
He sat back in the short chair, put his hands and feet away, and for some reason his heartbeat refused to slow down.