Slow-Witted

Chapter 13

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In class on Monday, Fu Jia met Cen Mengke in the classroom.

The other party saw him at a glance, and immediately shouted from the distance of the entire class: "Fu Jia!"

Fu Jia frowned, ignored her, and went straight to his place.

Cen Mengke approached and complained loudly, "You almost killed me yesterday."

"I shouldn't have the ability." Fu Jia said, "You're blocking the light. I'm going to read a book now."

Cen Mengke tutted and mocked: "Don't act like a good student, I checked your grades, and it's really funny that you can rank as low as that in the Sixteenth High School."

She was good at mentioning anything, but mentioning her grades brought out Fu Jia's anger. He threw his schoolbag on the table and said, "It's none of your business."

Cen Mengke was not frightened in the slightest, and glared: "I don't care what conflict you have with Li Qinhe, anyway, he asked me to cover you, you are my little brother, how can the little brother be so stubborn and staring at the boss, apologize to me! "

Fu Jia pursed her lips and said nothing.

Cen Mengke made it a little difficult for him to deal with it. Liu Cheng, Liu De and his like, if he wants to beat him back and scold him back, he doesn't need any psychological burden, he can do whatever he wants. But Cen Mengke was a girl and kept saying that she was here to cover him. What should he do? Beating her and scolding her is not a good idea.

But asking him to apologize is impossible. It is impossible for him to apologize to Li Qinhe's people.

After thinking about it, I can only ignore it.

So Cen Mengke saw that Fu Jia closed his eyes, took out the Chinese book from his bag, and turned to an ancient text.

"Are you really starting to study?"

Fu Jia ignored her.

"Fu Jia, Fu Jia!"

Fu Jia still ignored her.

Cen Mengke aimed the muzzle at Fu Jia's front table: "You, switch positions with me!"

The front table shrank his neck in fright, stood up reflexively, but sat down again. In order to take care of the newly transferred Cen Mengke, the head teacher placed her in the first row. Who would like to sit in the first row in this class

"Hurry up!" Cen Mengke urged.

The front desk could only stand up aggrieved.

Cen Mengke sat down and patted on Fu Jia's desk, but Fu Jia still didn't move, as if he had a shield.

She was bored lying on the table, looking around the classroom, her attention was quickly diverted. "Fu Jia, why are you the only one in the class without the same table?"

After she turned around, the number of people in the class became odd, and it was normal for someone to sit alone. But Fu Jia didn't sit in the last row, and he didn't sit in the corner. Why didn't he have the same table

"Did your deskmate move away after I turned around, or has no one been sitting with you?" Cen Mengke got excited, she found a place to play her role as the boss.

Fu Jia ignored her.

Cen Mengke didn't care, glanced around, picked up a female classmate who looked weak and bullied, and said, "Come out with me."

The female classmate was trembling with fear.

Cen Mengke dragged her by the wrist and dragged her to the corridor, blocking the corner of the wall, and asked about it.

Fu Jia has never been at the same table.

There were even numbers of people in the previous class, but no one was willing to sit with Fu Jia. Everyone took turns to sit in the remaining single seat, as if gathering the strength of the entire class to crowd out Fu Jia.

"What is your class doing?" Cen Mengke asked.

The female classmate was so frightened that she couldn't speak: "He... he likes to steal things... "

"what?"

"He... he," the female classmate gathered up her courage, "someone in our class was his junior high school classmate. He told us when the school started that Fu Jia used to like to steal people's things, and he didn't repent when he was caught..."

Cen Mengke was stunned.

"Who said that, the evidence?"

The female classmate shook her head and refused to confess that person.

Cen Mengke let go of the female classmate and leaned against the wall to think carefully for a while.

Then, she walked a little further, called her little brother, and asked about the past.

"Framed accusation of stealing" is the habitual tactic used by these bad students. Throw something that doesn't belong to this man into his desk, and find the right moment for someone to point it out publicly. Then arrange a "witness", arrange a few booing, framed people who have no way to explain.

In the follow-up, they don't need to do anything, this person will naturally be isolated, excluded, and even punished by students who claim to be righteous. They don't care how long this dirty hat will be with this person.

However, now Fu Jia is her little brother.

She is in charge.

She swaggered into the classroom and stood in front of her desk, instead of sitting down, she sighed and moved the desk up.

This movement is not small, attracting the whole class to watch.

Under their gaze, Cen Mengke moved the table to Fu Jia's side step by step, banging the two's tables together.

She ran to drag the stool over again, and then announced loudly to the classmates: "Now I am Fu Jia's deskmate and his boss. I will keep all the rumors you spread about him in private. point."

As her final voice fell, the classroom fell silent.

"Vigorously" Cen Mengke, who covered her younger brother for a while, was in a good mood and sat down with a smile.

Fu Jia felt like a man on his back and looked at her: "Why do you do this?"

"I'm going to cover you." Cen Mengke took it for granted.

Fu Jia lowered his head and crumpled the pages in his hand.

Cen Mengke said that Li Qinhe asked her to come, but Li Qinhe couldn't do this kind of thing for no reason, it could only be...

Lu Qi'an.

He closed the textbook and said, "Thank you."

Cen Mengke's nose is about to go up: "It's nothing, as the boss, this is what I should do."

Fu Jia didn't listen to what she said.

He didn't know what Lu Qi'an meant.

Is it kindness, is it caring? He doesn't understand.

He remembered the dream that night, in which Lu Qi'an did not leave because of a phone call, but accompanied him to the hospital.

When the doctor treated his purulent wound, he grimaced in pain. Lu Qi'an sat beside him and comforted him, "Be patient."

In the dream, Lu Qi'an's face was blurred, but his voice was clear.

It's been like this for the past ten years. He peeked in the servant's room and could hear Lu Qi'an's voice, but he couldn't see Lu Qi'an's expression.

This is the reality he faces - he even stole his dreams from Lin Fengxun.

Fu Jia didn't go to dinner after having been in class all morning, and continued to study in the classroom.

Cen Mengke dozed off, ate snacks, read novels, and had a good morning. Seeing that Fu Jia still had to study, he said, "Stop studying. It's important to eat. On the first day of being your boss, I will treat you to a guest."

Fu Jia didn't look up at her: "I'm not going."

Cen Mengke clicked his tongue and grabbed his textbook: "Let go!"

Fu Jia was unprepared, and she ripped off the textbook at once. This made Fu Jia feel annoyed and said coldly, "Give it back to me."

Cen Mengke shoved the textbook into her desk: "No."

"give me."

"No!" Cen Mengke raised the tone by taking advantage of her gender advantage.

Fu Jia took a long breath and controlled herself not to beat Cen Mengke.

He ignored Cen Mengke and took out another textbook. Cen Mengke wanted to grab it, but heard a knock on the door.

The classroom door is wide open, why are you knocking on the door

Fu Jia and Cen Mengke looked at them at the same time and were stunned at the same time.

The person at the door was wearing the school uniform of No. 6 Middle School and had a slender figure.

Lu Qi'an put down his hand, and his eyes fell on Fu Jia: "Excuse me."

Cen Mengke's eyes widened, and she was speechless for a while: "Lu, Lu..."

It took a long time to come without a clue.

The shock in Fu Jia's heart was indescribable, he hurriedly stood up, hit the table with his lower back, and knocked off the book on the table.

Lu Qi'an approached, leaned over and picked up the book, "Have you eaten lunch?" He handed the book back.

Fu Jia took the book and shook his head: "No..."

Lu Qi'an said, "We can be together."

Fu Jia lowered his head: "Well..."

They walked out of the classroom one after the other, leaving Cen Mengke in place like a bolt from the blue.

Walking out the door, Fu Jia was sweating when the noon sun outside.

He and Lu Qi'an walked together with a distance of half a person, but he seemed to feel the heat of Lu Qi'an's body.

"Why did you come to me?" He still hasn't recovered.

Lu Qi'an looked at Fu Jia's cheek, where the gauze was still there. He answered the question: "You didn't go to the hospital."

Fu Jia touched it subconsciously. Before he couldn't stick gauze, he wanted to stick it, but now it has deteriorated, but he has to stick it.

"I've been there." Fu Jia explained, "I really lied to you that day, but I went there after that."

Lu Qi'an slowed his steps forward: "Which hospital?"

"A city hospital."

"That's what you said the other day."

Fu Jia was in a hurry: "It's really gone. I lied to you with a set of rhetoric for two days. Am I so stupid? The medical records and prescribed medicines are kept in the dormitory. If you don't believe me, you can go and see."

Lu Qi'an stopped and nodded, "Yes."

"what?"

"You can go and look at the medical records."

Fu Jia was frightened. This means that Lu Qi'an is going to his bedroom.

is it possible

In order to save money, Fu Jia lived in the building with the worst configuration. It was very old and had a bad orientation. The interior walls of the building fell off and the railings were rusted. Every time I walked up the stairs, I had to restrain myself so as not to get dusty.

He sighed and said, "Forget it, wait for me here, I'll go to the dormitory and get your medical records."

Lu Qi'an asked, "Can't I go to your dormitory?"

Fu Jia hesitated: "It's not..."

He felt that his coyness was inexplicable. Maybe it was because of nervousness, or it was more likely that Lu Qi'an appeared suddenly. He was too frightened and was always at a loss.

Just go, he thought.

"Then don't dislike it." He turned around and led Lu Qi'an to his bedroom.

Since Cen Mengke came, the three Liu De have never come back, and they don't know where they live every day. Fu Jia opened the door, and it was as empty as ever.

He looked around and couldn't find a place where he wanted Lu Qi'an to sit down. It is also impossible to buy a solid wood chair now, so you can only shamelessly point to the plastic chair in front of the table: "You sit there."

Fortunately, Lu Qi'an didn't dislike it and sat down without any burden.

This made Fu Jia relax a little. He squatted in front of the locked cabinet, opened the door with the key he carried with him, found the bag with the hospital logo, and hurriedly held it up for Lu Qi'an to see: "Look, I really went to the hospital."

Lu Qi'an took the things and looked at the medical records. When turning to a certain page, he read: "Knife wound."

Fu Jia was a little embarrassed: "Yes..."

Lu Qi'an turned the page again: "The gauze covers the wound too much and induces infection."

Fu Jia was even more embarrassed: "I thought it would be better to cover it..."

Lu Qi'an continued to read: "It is recommended to re-examine the next day—did you go?"

Fu Jia grabbed a handful of hair: "Actually, it's fine as long as you apply the medicine on time. If it doesn't get worse, you don't need to see it again."

"Do you apply the medicine on time?" Lu Qi'an took out the medicine bottle, and the doctor's order three times a day was attached to the bottle. "Now is the time for your second application. How many times have you applied it?"

"I forgot, I painted it anyway..." Fu Jia guiltily avoided the question. He didn't have enough time in the morning, so he didn't even apply it yet.

Lu Qi'an stood up and gave up the stool, "You sit here."

Fu Jia thought he thought the stool was uncomfortable: "Why, should I add a cushion for you?"

"No." Lu Qi'an lowered his eyes and carefully looked at the instructions on the medicine bottle: "Sit down and I'll apply the medicine for you."

Fu Jia was stunned.

"Don't you want to?" Lu Qi'an asked him.

"No." Fu Jia quickly denied it. He sat on the plastic chair, and for the first time felt that the chair wasn't that bad.

Lu Qi'an leaned down and moved in towards Fu Jia. The distance was so close that Fu Jia didn't dare to raise his eyes, so he desperately looked down.

Lu Qi'an lightly touched the gauze on Fu Jia's face: "I tore it."

"Well." Fu Jia's palms were sweating, and he secretly warned himself not to be too nervous.

After tearing open the gauze, there was a red incision at the bottom, neither long nor deep, not enough to need stitches, but after experiencing a purulent infection, it looked a bit hideous.

Lu Qi'an clamped the cotton ball with tweezers, dipped the medicine, and reminded Fu Jia before letting the cotton ball touch the wound.

His movements were gentle, and looking at Fu Jia's reaction, it didn't seem to hurt.

But how could it not hurt.

It's just that he was so close that Fu Jia could even count the number of eyelashes he had, so he couldn't tell whether it was painful or not.

After applying the medicine, Lu Qi'an helped him change a new gauze and said, "Okay."

Fu Jia looked down at his hand. In order to remain calm, he pinched the back of his hand red.

"Thank you," he said.

"No thanks." Lu Qi'an put away the things, "Apply the medicine on time, and go to the hospital if it deteriorates."

Fu Jia thought about it and said, "Thank you."

Lu Qi'an was silent.

It was like this again, and he was standing again, and Fu Jia was sitting, with his head bowed at a slightly lower height, revealing his slender neck.

He is so thin.

Lu Qi'an thought that it was not unreasonable that he didn't even eat lunch and came to No. 16 Middle School after class.

"Fu Jia," he said, "it's the end of May, and the final exam is more than a month away. If you rank well in the city after the exam, and you will be promoted to the second year after the school starts, it shouldn't be difficult to transfer to No. 6 High School."

Fu Jia was at a loss: "What?"

Lu Qi'an didn't mean to say it again.

Fu Jia recalled his words and opened his eyes.

Lu Qi'an said, "I'll go first."

"Wait," Fu Jia said hurriedly, "don't you want to have dinner together?"

Lu Qi'an looked at his watch: "My original intention was to see the injury on your face. Now that I have seen it, there is no need to eat with you again."

Fu Jia responded in disappointment, "Is that so..."

He didn't stand up or say anything else.

It's like saying goodbye.

Lu Qi'an turned around, and as soon as he took a step, Fu Jia backed off. He stood up abruptly and grabbed his arm. Because he was in a hurry, he knocked over the chair and made a muffled sound.

In order to apply medicine to Fu Jia, Lu Qi'an rolled up his sleeves and exposed his arms, feeling the coolness of Fu Jia's palms and a slight sweat.

Lu Qi'an looked puzzled.

There are times when he doesn't understand what it means.

However, he did not immediately say: "Let go".

Fu Jia looked at him, opened his mouth, but made no sound.

Words seem a little weak at this moment.

All the impulses were transformed into an action - he rushed over and rushed towards Lu Qi'an.

He raised his hand, wrapped his arms around Lu Qi'an's neck, and hugged him tightly.

His actions were reckless, causing Lu Qi'an to sway, almost losing his footing.

Lu Qi'an was stunned for a moment, then reacted and struggled hard, but Fu Jia hugged him even tighter.

He lowered his face and said indifferently, "Let go."

As if he didn't hear, Fu Jia tightened his arms, put his head close to Lu Qi'an's neck, and took a deep breath.

It turned out that Lu Qi'an smelled like this.

It's cooler than the rain in early spring.

He sniffed around the shoulder socket like a dog, which angered Lu Qi'an: "Let go!"

Fu Jia still didn't let go. He put his hand close to Lu Qi'an's ear and whispered, "Wait for me, I will study harder..."

The breath blew directly into Lu Qi'an's ears, which completely annoyed him. He no longer held back his strength, shoved Fu Jia, and scolded coldly, "What are you doing crazy?"

Fu Jia was pushed away by him and staggered, but he kept staring at Lu Qi'an with bright eyes.

At this moment, Lu Qi'an had to admit that when he met Fu Jia on the stairs of the villa, he was wrong. How could there be no light in this person's eyes

Fu Jia's eyes were full of sparks, and they shot straight into his eyes, trying to set him on fire.

Lu Qi'an took a deep breath, gradually calmed down, and the anger in his eyes gradually dissipated.

Everything makes sense. If it wasn't for that look, he wouldn't be able to bear it for ten years.

"You calm down." Lu Qi'an dropped these words and turned to leave.

Leaving Fu Jia on the spot, his hands kept shaking.