Slow-Witted

Chapter 30

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The weather forecast said this: 16 to 20 degrees Celsius, heavy to heavy rain.

Lu Qi'an chased quickly, but when he ran down the second floor, he could no longer hear the footsteps of someone running downstairs. He looked down from the corridor and saw Fu Jia wearing short sleeves under his coat, rushing into the rainstorm below 20 degrees Celsius, and staggeringly ran to the north.

Knowing that it could not be delivered, he still shouted, "Fu Jia!"

No one responded.

He quickly went downstairs, followed Fu Jia into the rain, and there was no one to be seen in the north. He followed the direction that Fu Jia ran away, and kept shouting Fu Jia's name, but the rain was so noisy that his voice was quickly drowned out, and even he couldn't hear it clearly.

He quickened his pace and shouted again: "Fu Jia!"

He had never roared so hoarsely in his memory.

There are no teaching buildings on the north side, but the woods and laboratory buildings on the campus. The paths are complicated and there are many forks. Lu Qi'an intuitively chose a path to go in and found the end from the beginning. He didn't find anyone, so he turned back to the starting point, and continued to look for another way. The rain was so heavy that Lu Qi'an was soaked all over soon. He seldom blinked because of the anxious search, and the rain blocked his vision, making him slower and slower.

Lu Qi'an didn't know how long he searched, but he never gave up. In the end, he found Fu Jia behind the laboratory building.

At first he wasn't sure there was someone there, because looking at it from a distance through the rain curtain, the silhouette of that person didn't look like a human, but instead looked like a mass of discarded objects. Lu Qi'an got closer, and when he saw that the man was shaking, he was sure it was Fu Jia. He squatted by the wall with his back pressed against the wall, his hands clasped together, his head buried deep between his arms, tucked in as tightly as he could.

There was a roof over his head that protruded from the upper floor of the building to protect him from the rain. Although there was still rain falling on him, he didn't stay in the rainstorm all the time, which made Lu Qi'an relieved.

Instead of approaching rashly, he stopped a step away from the eaves and shouted in a hoarse voice, "Fu Jia."

After searching and shouting for so long, Lu Qi'an's voice was hoarse.

Fu Jia's hands moved without raising his head or relaxing his body. Even though there was no space behind him, he still shrank back and said, "Don't come here."

His voice was buried in his hands, muffled and inaudible.

Lu Qi'an cleared his throat. In order to avoid being suddenly hoarse and unable to speak clearly, he said word by word, "It's too cold outside, I'll take you to shelter from the rain."

Fu Jia's body trembled even more. He raised his head slightly, but before Lu Qi'an could see his expression clearly, he shook his head vigorously and said, "Don't come here."

His teeth chattered, and his voice was intermittent: "You, you can go by yourself if you want to avoid the rain, don't worry about me."

Lu Qi'an took a deep breath, softened his voice, and said, "You are injured, you can't get in the rain again."

Fu Jia still refused to look up at him, pulled the corner of his mouth, sneered, and said, "What does that have to do with you? In your opinion, shouldn't it be self-inflicted for my injury? You don't like me, you said it before If you don't have pity on me, why don't you care if I die?"

His tone was unstable, but because there was a strong air supporting it, the whole paragraph was smooth.

Lu Qi'an squeezed his hand tightly, so hard that his joints hurt. He relied on the pain in his hand to maintain his composure without showing a complacent expression.

Fu Jia has been obedient for so long that he almost forgot the gloomy temperament that Fu Jia had when he hadn't moved out of Lin's house. Now he is the same as before, with a hostile and repulsive attitude towards everything around him, like a thorn.

Lu Qi'an didn't blink, and let the rain flow into his eyes, which stimulated them to become more and more bloodshot and red.

He said, "I take care of you, and I will take care of you in the future."

His tone was decisive, as if he was not only talking to Fu Jia, but also reassuring himself.

Fu Jia's eyes were hot, and she couldn't help but let out a vague whimper from her throat. He shivered violently and stuttered, "I don't need to... just go."

Lu Qi'an stood there and didn't move. He gritted his words and said, "I'll take care of you, Fu Jia, don't give up."

In an instant, Fu Jia was stunned, he couldn't help but raised his head and looked at Lu Qi'an—

This is the most embarrassing time for Lu Qi'an since the two of them met. No matter how much rain Fu Jia had been exposed to, Lu Qi'an had been exposed to as much rain, not to mention that he ignored the mud in the grove and turned back several times. There were a lot of mud spots on his trousers and even the hem of his jacket.

Fu Jia closed his eyes, but couldn't stop the tears from flowing out. He hugged his head like a collapse, trying to hide his crying.

Fu Jia hates herself. Because when he said "I gave up", he really decided to give up. He rushed into the rain aimlessly, without discerning the direction, he kept running forward, and decided that even if Lu Qi'an came to him and even apologized to him, he would use the most impolite tone to drive him away.

But when he heard Lu Qi'an's words "don't give up", he was determined not to get up; when he looked up and saw that Lu Qi'an, like him, was soaked all over in the rain, he did nothing but cry in pain. No.

Fu Jia was thinking why he felt so distressed and reluctant to see all this, and even no longer wanted to scold him or drive him away, just wanted to keep him out of the rain and take him to a dry and warm place .

He hates himself, but he is out of control.

Lu Qi'an took a deep breath, took off his jacket, walked under the eaves, squatted down in front of Fu Jia, and asked him, "Is it cold?"

Fu Jia's response was slow, and it took a long time for him to shake his head.

Lu Qi'an shook off his coat, put it on Fu Jia's back, and said, "You use your coat to block the rain first, and I'll carry you back to the teaching building. The ambulance should have arrived now, and I'll take you to the hospital."

His coat was so soaked that it could even drip. However, the school uniform jacket has a certain degree of water resistance, and it is better to cover it than to directly rain.

Fu Jia pushed his hand away and wanted to pull off his coat, saying, "I'm not going to the hospital."

Lu Qi'an grabbed the two sides of the jacket, wrapped Fu Jia inside, and pulled it towards him, saying, "Where do you want to go then?"

Fu Jia was suddenly pulled close by him, her head was blank, and her tears stopped.

Lu Qi'an's face was close at hand, Fu Jia looked at his bloodshot eyes, but felt it was not scary, but soft.

Fu Jia held her breath and said nothing.

Lu Qi'an moved his hand back, put it on his back, circled him, and said, "Go to the hospital if you don't speak."

Fu Jia sniffed and shook his head vigorously.

Lu Qi'an sighed and said, "Then I'll take you to my apartment."

Fu Jia still shook his head.

Lu Qi'an pulled up the sleeves of his coat, tied a slipknot on Fu Jia's chest, and said, "If you shake your head again, go to the hospital. Wait for me here, don't move, I'll borrow an umbrella."

After speaking, Lu Qi'an stood up and walked into the rain again.

Fu Jia stared at him blankly, and her first reaction was that Lu Qi'an had left, and he could run away.

But in fact, his body was motionless.

He struggled for a few seconds, moved his legs, and found that he had been squatting for a long time, and his legs had become numb to the point of unconsciousness. He moved again, and the pain was so intense that he couldn't even exert his strength with his entire body.

Fu Jia sat on the ground leaning against the wall, covered her legs, and decided not to run.

Because his legs are numb, because his legs are numb.

He wiped his face, his hands were wet, sweat, rain and tears.

He kept convincing himself that it was because his legs were numb.

While waiting for Lu Qi'an, Fu Jia kept finding reasons for herself, convincing herself little by little, until Lu Qi'an came back.

The rain has dropped a lot.

Lu Qi'an didn't know where to borrow a lattice umbrella. Although there was only one, the umbrella was so big that it was no problem to cover two people. Seeing him getting closer, Fu Jia was in a complicated mood. Although he kept comforting himself that he didn't leave because his legs were numb, Lu Qi'an borrowed an umbrella and came back, and he really stayed here obediently, even more obedient than a pet dog.

Lu Qi'an walked into the eaves and saw that Fu Jia had changed from squatting to sitting. He put away his umbrella and placed it by the wall. He half-squatted down to look at him, and said, "You hold the umbrella, and I will carry you to the apartment."

Fu Jia turned her face away and said coldly, "Why should I be with you? I want to go back to the dormitory."

Lu Qi'an said without hesitation, "No." His tone was understated, but Fu Jia could hear how certain he was.

"You..." Fu Jia opened his mouth, and the sentence "why are you" stuck in his throat, and he almost said it.

But almost is almost. If he is so rude, if he is extremely angry, he will not say it easily.

Seeing that he stopped talking, Lu Qi'an explained: "You can't go back to the dormitory now. You suddenly ran out, and the teacher didn't end well. Now no one is coming to you because the other side has stumbled them, and I have come out to find out. You. If you let the teachers know that you didn't go to the hospital and didn't find your parents, but went back to the dormitory, do you know what they would do?"

Fu Jia did not answer him.

He is now broken and broken, and he is not afraid of anything. When he hit someone, he was prepared to bear all the consequences. No matter what happened, he would definitely do it at that moment.

What's more, he even gave up on Lu Qi'an, what was he afraid of

Fu Jia didn't care, but Lu Qi'an was quite serious: "They will contact your parents."

In an instant, Fu Jia's body froze.

"If you go to the apartment with me, I will tell the teacher that you have been picked up by your parents and taken to the hospital for examination. Teacher Liu will also help convince other teachers." Lu Qi'an said, handing him the handle of the umbrella, "You have to do it as soon as possible. Change your clothes, go back with me, and I'll carry you."

Fu Jia gritted his teeth and didn't take his umbrella. Instead, he supported the wall by himself, using his legs to stand up from the spot. But he was not only weak physically, but also nervous in his heart, his legs kept shaking, and his movements were slow and embarrassed.

Slowly, Fu Jia stood up straight, grabbing the cracks on the wall, and said, "I want to go by myself."

His tone was stubborn.

Lu Qi'an was silent for two seconds, but did not persist. He also stood up, opened the umbrella, and shrouded the two in the shadow of the same umbrella.

On a cloudy and rainy day, they were on the back side of the building, covered by umbrellas, and the light was dim. Fu Jia couldn't see Lu Qi'an's face clearly, and only heard him say, "Okay."

Fu Jia breathed a sigh of relief.

He tried to move his footsteps and found that it was not as difficult as he imagined. Aside from the flimsy footsteps, the pain is not as strong as before. If he wanted to run away, he could definitely leave before Lu Qi'an came back.

But he didn't.

Fu Jia walked out of the eaves, and Lu Qi'an also followed him with an umbrella. The two walked very slowly, Fu Jia didn't speak, and Lu Qi'an didn't speak either.

Walking slowly to the school gate, Lu Qi'an called a taxi. The apartment is very close to the school, and the traffic flow increases greatly on rainy days, so taking a car is not necessarily faster than walking.

Fu Jia raised this question: "Why do you still need a ride so close?"

A car stopped in front of the two of them. Lu Qi'an stepped up and opened the rear door: "Ride the car or let me carry you, you can choose freely."

Fu Jia sat in the back seat without thinking.

Lu Qi'an followed and sat next to him.

Fu Jia leaned against the car door on his side, stared out the car window closely, and kept away from Lu Qi'an as much as possible. However, the shadow on the car window was about to be able to see the reflection inside the car. Fu Jia tried his best to ignore it, but he couldn't help being attracted by the reflection.

He put his hands on the window and closed his eyes.

Although there were many cars on rainy days, it was still in the afternoon rush hour, but there was only one traffic light on the way to the apartment, so the time did not delay for too long.

Before entering the community, Lu Qi'an explained the situation to the guard and let the car drive into the community.

The car stopped, and Lu Qi'an got out of the car after paying. He held up his umbrella, went around to Fu Jia's side, opened the car door, lowered the umbrella and waited for him to come out.

Fu Jia turned a blind eye to this, turned around, and wanted to get out of the car on the other side.

Lu Qi'an frowned slightly, stretched out his hand and grabbed the clothes on Fu Jia's chest - it was the coat he put on Fu Jia's body, and tied a knot on his chest with his sleeve, and that was the knot he grabbed.

Fu Jia leaned forward and almost fell out of the car door.

Lu Qi'an released his hand in time and took a step back. He pursed his lips, and his eyes looked particularly dark in the backlight.

Although he gave in in his actions, Fu Jia looked at his face and actually felt anger from it.

Fu Jia thought for a while and didn't feel awkward any more, so he got out of the car and walked into the umbrella he opened.

Lu Qi glanced at him blankly, closed the door, and nodded to the driver. Seeing the driver start the car and leave, he walked to the apartment.

He didn't let Fu Jia walk in front, and he didn't pay attention to whether Fu Jia followed, and walked forward on his own. It was nothing like the section they walked through the school before they got into the car.

Fu Jia followed him, angry and nervous.

Why is it Lu Qi'an's turn to be angry again? Isn't he angry now, shouldn't Lu Qi'an be watching his face carefully

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, the more he could not let go. After entering the building, Fu Jia deliberately fell behind a few steps, a meter away from Lu Qi'an.

Lu Qi'an's footsteps paused, but did not stop. He continued to walk forward and pressed the elevator.

The elevator arrived quickly and no one else was inside. Lu Qi'an walked in directly, while Fu Jia deliberately dawdled for a few seconds before following up, still sticking to the corner, trying not to get close to Lu Qi'an.

On the surface, Lu Qi'an did not respond to this.

It wasn't until they reached the floor where Lu Qi'an walked out of the elevator and saw that Fu Jia was still dawdling, his seemingly calm face finally disappeared completely.

He took a step forward, stretched out his arms and grabbed the knot on Fu Jia's chest, pulling him out forcefully.

Fu Jia's center of gravity was unstable, and she cried out, and was firmly supported by Lu Qi'an with the other hand.

Fu Jia was furious and said, "How do you..."

He only said three words, and Lu Qi'an moved his hand down, put it on his waist, and lifted him up. At the same time, Lu Qi'an lowered his body and pressed his shoulder against Fu Jia's abdomen. , together he carried him on his shoulders.

Fu Jia's upper body instantly turned into a state where his head was on the ground. He opened his mouth in a daze, not daring to move at all.

Lu Qian fixed him with one hand and unlocked the apartment door with the other.

After entering, he walked straight into the master bedroom where he lived, lowered his weight beside the bed, supported Fu Jia's waist with both hands, and placed him on the bed.

Fu Jia stared at him blankly, letting him be at his mercy the whole time.

Lu Qi'an stood up straight, and his face looked much better. He was finally willing to speak and said, "Stay here and don't move."

He took a set of clothes from the closet and entered the bathroom of the master bedroom, not forgetting to close the door.

Fu Jia watched him walk around, her head hadn't recovered from the anti-gravity state of the few dozen seconds just now, so she couldn't think normally.

In less than a minute, Lu Qi'an came out of the bathroom. He changed into the suit he had brought in, but instead of walking towards Fu Jia, he stood outside the bathroom door and observed Fu Jia. His posture remained motionless, and his face became a little better. He said, "I want to check the wound on your body. You can't take a bath directly. I'll wipe it for you with a towel first." After that, he walked in again, this time the door was not closed, although Fu Jia couldn't see the bathroom from his perspective. conditions, but he heard the sound of water.

Soon, the sound of the water stopped, and Lu Qi'an came out with a basin and a towel.

He moved a chair beside the bed for the basin and towels. Then adjust the temperature of the air conditioner, from the original 28 degrees to 30 degrees. After preparing all this, he moved a second chair and sat directly opposite Fu Jia, saying, "Okay, take off your clothes now."

Fu Jia: "?"

He fell back, shaking his head frantically.

Lu Qi'an repeated in a low voice, "Undress."

Fu Jia shook his head even more.

Lu Qi'an raised his hand and reached out to Fu Jia. Fu Jia quickly ducked back and stepped back to the center of the bed, shivering.

Lu Qi'an didn't speak. He rested on the bed with one hand, grabbed Fu Jia's ankle with the other, dragged him back, and said, "If you don't take it off, I will help you take it off."

Fu Jia's face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye. He shook his head frantically, then nodded desperately, completely losing his ability to speak.

Lu Qi'an didn't know what he wanted to say: "Who do you want to take off?"

Fu Jia widened his eyes, pointed his finger at himself excitedly, and whispered, "I take it off, I take it off."

Only then did Lu Qi'an let go.

Fu Jia covered his heart, feeling that his heart was beating violently. Every time it beat, all parts of his body beat along with it.

Why so dizzy

Lu Qi'an looked at him calmly, his eyes seemed to say: "Please do it."

Fu Jia avoided his eyes and reached out to undo the coat Lu Qi'an gave him. This step is not difficult, it is completed in a second, but the next step is to take off the T-shirt under the jacket. Fu Jia grabbed the hem of the T-shirt and tried to lift it up, but failed twice.

Lu Qi'an waited patiently for him to try a third time, then failed, and asked him, "Do you need my help?"

Fu Jia immediately said, "No!"

He took a deep breath and took off his shirt with an aura of letting go.

The moment the skin on the upper body was exposed to the air, it was a little cold. Not because the temperature in the room was low, but because his skin was too hot.

Fu Jia quickly hugged her body, lifted her back and arched her waist, as much as she could block.

Expose the body naked to Lu Qi'an's gaze, including the lower abdomen, navel, and nipples. This realization made Fu Jia think that he was going to die.

Lu Qi'an's breathing increased in an instant. He raised his hand, put his fist to his lips, and coughed lightly.

Fu Jia's whole body was flushed red and he shrank his body, hoping that he is not in the house now, not even above the ground, but below the foundation of this building, a place that Lu Qi'an will never see.

Lu Qi'an stood up and went to the closet to get a fleece blanket for Fu Jia. Fu Jia grabbed the blanket, as if it was frozen in the temperature of minus tens of degrees in the middle of winter, and desperately wrapped the blanket around her body, circle after circle, until it was finally airtight.

Lu Qi'an looked at his flushed face and said, "I remember that you had bleeding from your nose and mouth. Open your mouth and show me if there is something wrong with your teeth."

Fu Jia shook his head and said incoherently, "No... No, I have no problem with my teeth, no problem at all, no problem with me, but I was in a hurry and bit the flesh in my mouth, and a little blood came out."

His lips opened and closed, and Lu Qi'an's eyes shifted from his eyes to his mouth, and he could see his red tongue. He approached Fu Jia and said, "Open your mouth."

"I..." Fu Jia wanted to refuse, but when he said the word "I", his mouth opened. Although the arc was small, it extended the time because of his hesitation. He immediately shut up and shook his head instead.

Lu Qi'an said again: "Open your mouth."

This time, the voice was low.

Fu Jia's eyes flickered, and he found that Lu Qi'an was getting closer and closer, he had no choice but to retreat, he could only open his mouth with an "ah".

Lu Qi'an's eyes darkened, he stretched out his hand, pressed Fu Jia's neck, and leaned closer.

He showed Fu Jia a qualified strong kiss, that is, at the moment when the lips and teeth were touching, sticking his tongue in, wrapping around the other's, sucking from time to time, avoiding from time to time, and licking the other parts of the other's mouth carefully .

Fu Jia whimpered vaguely and fell back limply.

Lu Qi'an supported him, pulled his tongue out, and bit Fu Jia's upper and lower lips instead.

He didn't know how long he had been kissing, or how long he should have kissed. Although he had more rules than Fu Jia, it was the first time he had done it. He had no theoretical basis, but he relied on instinctive actions to actually implement it.

Simply put, do what you want to do.

When he let go of Fu Jia, both of them were panting.

Fu Jia opened his mouth, his soul was out of his body, his eyes were not focused, and he was in a daze.

Lu Qi'an squeezed his face and said, "Next time you kiss me, remember to stick out your tongue like this."