Slow-Witted

Chapter 11

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"Do these first." Lu Qi'an handed the good questions to Fu Jia, pulling Fu Jia back from his long wandering.

"Oh, good." Fu Jia took the notebook full of black pen words, and took out the stationery box from his bag while reading the questions. When I touched it, there was actually only a pencil inside, only the length of my thumb, and the nib was bald.

What about his new water-based pen? God damn Liu De!

Fu Jia cursed secretly and asked Lu Qi'an awkwardly, "Do you have a knife? I have to sharpen my pen."

Fu Jia has never left his body with a knife, but before the utility knife was stained with Liu De's blood, he disliked it so much that he hadn't had time to buy a new one.

Lu Qi'an handed over the pen in his hand: "You use this."

Fu Jia stretched out his hand, but did not pick it up. "If I accidentally fall, I can't afford it. I'd better use my own. You can find a knife for me, or a kitchen knife."

Lu Qi'an put the pen in front of him: "This one is for you."

Fu Jia shook his head: "No."

Lu Qi'an didn't respond.

Fu Jia understood what he meant. Whether the other party wants it or not, it is his business whether to send it or not. Since he said he will send it, he will not go back.

Fu Jia picked up the pen and felt the faint warmth on the pen.

Lu Qi'an's palm must be warm.

He twisted the cap off and started working on the problem.

At first, Lu Qi'an was watching Fu Jia's calculus, but two minutes later, he found that he had not done the first question, so he looked away and took a book from the bookshelf to read.

He gave a total of eight questions, and Fu Jia could only write half of it, and the remaining half could not even understand the questions.

This made him a little hard to explain.

"Finished?" Seeing that Fu Jia was slow to write, Lu Qi'an closed the book.

"Almost." Fu Jia said bravely.

Lu Qi'an approached, glanced at Fu Jia's answer, and said, "You did the right thing."

It's not bad, Fu Jia thought, he didn't say that he did seven things wrong.

Lu Qi'an kept this close distance and began to explain to Fu Jia: "This one, you don't understand which knowledge point it is testing..."

Fu Jia listened attentively and raised questions from time to time, but it didn't take long before he strayed. Staring at Lu Qi'an's fingers, no matter what he said, it always went in from the left ear and out from the right.

Lu Qi'an suddenly stopped.

Fu Jia subconsciously looked up at him.

At first glance, Fu Jia's heart beat faster and blood surged, but after seeing Lu Qi'an's eyes clearly, she regained her composure.

It was his familiar eyes, with no likes and dislikes, nothing.

He suddenly wanted to ask: "Why do you look at me like this?"

Lu Qi'an raised his eyebrows slightly, as if asking, "What?"

"It's like..." Fu Jia thought about the appropriate description, "It's like looking at the air."

Lu Qi'an leaned back and opened the distance between the two: "I shouldn't have."

"That's what it means anyway. Like Aunt Chen, she will pity me when she sees me, your brother... Although he rarely sees me, I know that he wants to see me to death. " Fu Jia didn't want to mention the Lin family villa at all. people, but he didn't know how to explain to Lu Qi'an, so he could only take them as an example.

"Isn't that bad?" Lu Qi'an said, "Do you want me to pity you or hate you?"

Fu Jia asked him, "Don't you feel pity or hate me?"

"Yes," Lu Qi'an said firmly, "I am neither pitiful nor disgusting with you."

Fu Jia lowered his head in embarrassment.

He got the ideal answer, but he found that he didn't know how to face it.

"How is that possible." Fu Jia affirmed, "Your aunt and brother hate me so much, it's impossible for you not to hate me."

"I haven't found a reason to hate you." Lu Qi'an said, "You may not believe it, but I have always looked at you as objectively as possible, regardless of your background and environment, and treated you as an independent person. ."

Fu Jia shook his head: "I don't understand."

"You look up."

Fu Jia looked up obediently, but stared at the table instead of looking at Lu Qi'an.

Lu Qi'an continued: "I asked you to move out. There is indeed an aunt's reason. But it's more because you told me that you wanted to know me."

Fu Jia let out a dull hum.

What is wrong with what he said

Lu Qi'an said, "I don't want to know someone who feels wronged that he lives in the servant's room and is driven away, but I would like to know someone who walks out of the villa to study hard and live seriously." Lu Qi'an said, "I can understand this way. ?"

Fu Jia was silent for about five seconds, then shook his head vigorously, and then nodded vigorously.

His ears were as red as blood: "I see."

The tail was low, and it sounded extraordinarily docile.

"Go on when you understand."

"Okay." The corners of Fu Jia's mouth turned upwards. "Here," he pointed to the third question on the paper, "I didn't understand it just now. Say it again."

Lu Qi'an began to explain again, more detailed than before. Two hours later, Fu Jia finally understood the eight questions.

Lu Qi'an leaned on the back of the chair and turned his neck to relax.

Fu Jia carefully tore off the piece of paper Lu Qi'an had given the question on, including the paper he had written on while explaining, folded it in half, and put it in his bag. "How long will it take me to transfer to No. 6 Middle School if I continue to study like this?" he asked.

Lu Qi'an thought for a while: "Learning can't be done overnight, you can consider repeating the class."

Fu Jia almost choked on saliva.

He zipped the bag with a slam, and his hands were so strong that he almost threw the zipper head out.

Is he that stupid

It's been so long today anyway. Fu Jia didn't want to hear Lu Qi'an drive him away, so he stood up and said, "Thank you today, I'll go first, tomorrow and Saturday, can I still come over?" He deliberately asked casually.

Lu Qi'an nodded: "I'll say hello to the guard, you can come in directly."

"Oh..." Fu Jia bit the tip of his tongue, holding back his smile.

He stood up and picked up the stool by the way: "I'll help you put it back in place."

"No need, I'll use it tomorrow anyway."

Fu Jia put down the stool again. This time, he couldn't help but want to laugh, so he lowered his head and tried his best to hide it.

"I'm leaving." He turned to leave.

Lu Qi'an called him, "Fu Jia."

Fu Jia almost couldn't even turn around.

"what?"

"Remember to go to the hospital for the wound on your face."

I don't know why, Fu Jia has never been bothered by this wound, didn't feel much pain, and even forgot about it.

But after Lu Qi'an said this, he suddenly felt a lot of pain, especially pain, so much that the places where Liu De and the others beat him last night started to hurt together.

"I know." Fu Jia said, "I'll go now."

Without looking back, he hurriedly left Lu Qi'an's apartment. Someone was waiting for the elevator outside, but Fu Jia couldn't wait for a moment, so he pushed open the door of the stairwell and ran down.

He has to leave quickly.

If he didn't hurry up, he would be reluctant to leave.

He ran out of the community all the way, sweating all over, propped his knees on the side of the road and panted for a while, before his breathing gradually subsided.

He walked back to No. 16 Middle School, found a small clinic along the way, and went in to change the medicine for the wound.

The doctor said that the weather is warm now, and it is best not to cover the wound with gauze. But Fu Jia thought of going to see Lu Qi'an tomorrow, so he insisted that the doctor put gauze on him to cover the wound.

It still hurts.

The pain continued until Fu Jia fell asleep and fell asleep, but it still hurt.

No. 16 Middle School did not have classes on Saturdays, and Fu Jia went to the restaurant where he had been working part-time to wash dishes early the next morning. And No. 6 middle school will have a whole day class.

During the break, Lu Qi'an stopped Li Qinhe, who was going to the next class to find a girlfriend: "Do me a favor."

Li Qinhe was startled: "Is there something you can't solve by yourself?"

Lu Qi'an was not polite to him, and said, "Help me go to No. 16 Middle School to find someone who is in the same class as Fu Jia, and let him see what's going on around Fu Jia."

"Fu Jia?" Li Qinhe couldn't figure it out: "Did I hear it wrong?"

"That's right."

Li Qinhe rolled his eyes, he would have misunderstood, and made a sudden realization: "Oh, I understand, find someone to fix him, right? I have experience in this, leave it to me!" He patted his chest.

Lu Qi'an frowned: "Do you have experience?"

Li Qinhe smiled: "Hey, you don't know about this, it's a rare little secret for Fengfeng and I. Fengfeng was still young at that time, and once was intolerable to new medicines, I said that I could help him in order to coax him. Do anything."

He scratched his head, feeling that he shouldn't use a ostentatious tone when talking about this matter, so he restrained himself, "Feng Feng said, let me give Fu Jia some hardship, he has been recuperating at home, and he has not been able to go to school. My friend, why can Fu Jia go to school and make friends? I will ask someone to help him, squeeze him out of Fu Jia's class, and frame him for stealing."

He thought back carefully: "Fu Jia was in junior high school at that time, right?"

Lu Qi'an was silent.

He knew that he still had a lot of things he didn't know about Fu Jia, but he didn't expect that there would be so many.

"Just this time?" he asked.

Li Qinhe nodded: "Yes."

Lu Qi'an looked into his eyes.

Li Qinhe felt the pressure, and began to realize that something was wrong: "Maybe there will be a few more times later? But it's all small troubles..."

Lu Qi'an's lips pursed into a straight line. He said, "Don't do such a thing this time. I asked you to find someone to help Fu Jia."

Li Qinhe was stunned.

Lu Qi'an sat back in his seat and ended the conversation unilaterally.

Li Qinhe hurried over and asked anxiously, "What's the matter with you? What if Feng Feng knew what you were doing?"

Lu Qi'an took a deep breath and exhaled again: "Li Qinhe, we can spoil Fengfeng, but we can't spoil him."

"What is spoiled?" Li Qinhe became anxious, "I heard that it was you who went to find Fu Jia and asked him to get out of the villa. I thought you could figure out who to kiss and who was far away, but what do you mean now? "

"I thought you could tell the difference between right and wrong." Lu Qi'an said coldly, "Some things can be looked at together, and some things have to be looked at separately. Did he really deserve the things you did to Fu Jia?"

"I..." Li Qinhe opened his mouth and made no sound.

"Sit back, it's time for class." Lu Qi'an said.

Li Qinhe rubbed her hair, bowed her head in frustration for a while, and then said, "I know, I'll find someone in a while."

Lu Qi'an said, "Thank you."

It is the consistent "thank you" of the Lu family, which makes people unable to taste gratitude.

Li Qinhe sat back in his seat, lying on the opposite side of Lu Qi'an.

He remembered one thing.

At that time, he and Lu Qi'an were both still young. He came to Lin's villa as a guest, and everyone played in the courtyard together.

He noticed that there was a dark corner of the courtyard, bare and with nothing to grow.

He suggested, "Lu Qi'an, let's plant a lemon tree there, and we can eat the lemons we grow in the future."

Before he could finish speaking, he was excited about his imagination.

"No." Lu Qi'an shook his head, "It can't be covered there."

"Why?" Li Qinhe stomped his feet, "It's light there, but it doesn't look good!"

"It can't be covered." Lu Qi'an at that age still had the patience to explain to others, "I have a friend there."

"Friend?" Li Qinhe couldn't understand what he was saying.

Under the sun, Lu Qi'an actually smiled.

He said, "Otherwise, why do you think I bring Fengfeng to the courtyard to play every time?"