Chapter 8

Li Wenyu came out of the bathroom belatedly. The bruises on his body had not faded, and were covered with a few teeth marks again. There was almost no good flesh left.

Pei Xin was dressed neatly, sitting lazily on the sofa and watching him pick up the clothes and put them on. The hem of the white shirt had been torn, and the strips of cloth hung down from the hem. After he put it on, he exposed a fair patch of middle waist. Flesh with red marks.

Pei Xin stared at the waist. It was very thin, narrow and thin, with a light texture similar to porcelain white. Anyone who looked at it would have to say that it was a very charming waist.

It wasn't until that patch of skin was about to be completely covered by the school uniform that he glanced at Li Wenyu with a calm expression: "There are clothes in the closet in the room, your shirt is torn."

Li Wenyu turned a deaf ear, zipped the school uniform to the highest point, and stretched his neck Also covered tightly. His walking posture was unnatural, but his back was still straight. He opened the door without any pause until he reached the entrance and walked out, leaving only a deafening slamming sound.

Pei Xin leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes to listen, and then heard his footsteps limping away. After a while, a few small laughs came from his throat.

The rain has stopped, the streets are busy with traffic, and the wind and snow are still everywhere. Even the crisscrossing wires above the head are covered with a thin layer of snow particles. The cold wind seems to be passing through the internal organs, leaving a cold and cool feeling on the face. A piece of ice.

Li Wenyu shrank, and people wrapped in thick clothes came and went around him without stopping. He didn't go home immediately because he really didn't want to immediately associate the absurd world with his home in a short period of time. There was still one day left for the game arcade holiday, and he didn't need to go to work, so he went into a convenience store to escape the cold.

There was enough heating inside, and the glass windows were covered with a layer of fog, making it difficult to see in the gray.

There was only one middle-aged salesperson in the convenience store, who was about the same age as Li Wenyu's class teacher. He was wearing a blue and white striped apron, and with a simple and kind smile unique to middle-aged people, he bent down and handed the hot milk to Li Wenyu: "Be careful, it's a bit hot." Then he continued to organize the shelves behind him in order.

Incandescent lights are dazzling, but bright. A bright place always makes people feel at ease.

Li Wenyu sat by the window and took a sip of hot milk. The chill and pain in his body seemed to be soothed. However, his eyes were still blinking due to the heat, and a touch of aqua red at the end of his eyes was shaking. He rubbed his sour nose and left a line of words on the glass window with his finger in amusement.

Life is unsatisfactory in this world, and the Ming Dynasty will be ruined.

After writing it, he felt it was a little funny and reached out his hand to brush it all away. The neon lights on the street came in through the clean space, and at the same time a short and harsh whistle sounded.

The warm air flows, and the blank trace quickly melts into water droplets, flows down and disappears. Li Wenyu threw the milk carton into the trash can, walked out of the convenience store, and disappeared into the night. The cold wind raged, leaving behind the awe-inspiring feeling.

-The

school bell is ringing, and the school janitor is cleaning the road. There is a stubborn rose in the flower bed, which is still blooming. It has a head of white snow on its head and bright red underneath. It looks like a strange and doomed one.

The teacher Shen Ji was giving a lecture on the stage. I don’t know who peeled the orange, and the classroom was filled with a fresh aroma of fruit pulp. Pei Xin was sitting on the seat by the window, one long leg resting on the other knee. He seemed to have just slept, with a look of tiredness on his face.

In the classroom, some were playing games, some were sleeping, and only a handful of people were stunned. Shen Ji was talking until his mouth went dry. When he got impatient, he simply threw the sample essay on the podium to the class representative: "Put it on Post this, you can see for yourselves."

The class representative was entrusted with the important task in his sleep. He rubbed his head and raised his head, and stood up reluctantly.

He half-closed his sleepy eyes, and while chatting with his classmates around the desk, he distributed sample essays perfunctorily. Occasionally, a few of them were blown by the wind and fell to the ground, but no one cared. The classroom was still full of laughter and noise.

However, when passing by Pei Xin, he still put the thin paper firmly on the desk.

There was a middle-aged man knocking on the door twice. Everyone was busy in the messy classroom. Only Shen Ji on the podium looked up: "Hey Teacher Zhang, why are you here?"

Teacher Zhang said with his mouth He was breathing heavily and his hair was blown into a mess: "I'll lend you your textbook and use it." As he said that, he swept around the classroom and showed a very familiar smile: "Are you handing out test papers?"

"No," Shen said. Ji flipped through the textbook and walked over to hand it to him, with a teasing smile on his face, "Show them the sample essay, written by 'Little Li Bai' in your class."

"Oh, what's 'Little Li Bai', those are all those Are you making fun of the kid when he screams?" Teacher Zhang smiled and waved his hands, but there was still a sense of joy on his face.

He stuffed the textbook into his arms and walked away slowly while humming an unknown tune.

Pei Xin watched his figure passing by the window, and his eyes fell on the fluttering essay. The white paper was densely written with words. Perhaps because there was not enough ink at the end of printing, the handwriting at the end was very light, and the signature of the article - Li Wenyu - was written at the end.

He twitched the corners of his lips and smiled lightly.

The winter sun is like a temperatureless flame, burning in vain after the rain has passed and the sky has cleared. When Teacher Zhang walked to the classroom with the textbook in his arms, it was noisy. He knocked on the table a few times on the podium before it gradually became quiet.

Yang Cheng took half a day off in the morning and just came in from outside. He took out a plastic bag from the desk and threw it into Li Wenyu's lap.

"What is this?" Li Wenyu felt the weight, put down his pen and raised his head, "The medicine you bought?"

There were several boxes of red and green medicines in the plastic bag, which were all antipyretics and cold medicines.

Yang Cheng lazily yawned and said casually: "Well, I passed by the pharmacy when I came here. You haven't been very energetic these past two days. I think you may have a cold."

Li Wenyu shook his head: "I don't have a cold. "It's just that I haven't slept well recently."

"Really?" Yang Cheng looked up at him, scratched the back of his head and then smiled, "It's okay. Doesn't the cold medicine contain sleeping ingredients? You might sleep well if you take two before going to bed. A little."

Li Wenyu couldn't help but laugh: "It's a three-part medicine, how can you take it like this, but thank you."

"You're welcome," Yang Cheng didn't pay much attention to his words, and buried his head in his arms. He started to sleep, and said in a vague voice, "I really can't save it for you to use next time you catch a cold."

Li Wenyu smiled silently, stuffed the plastic bag into the desk and continued writing, the tip of the pen quickly making a rustling sound against the glass. The sound of wind on the window was drowned out.

When the school bell rang, Yang Cheng opened his eyes dimly with his head on his head and looked at Li Wenyu next to him, taking off his school uniform and changing into a coat: "Are you going to the game arcade today?" "

Going," Li Wen said Yu was putting on clothes while staring at the time, "You are really able to sleep, and you just woke up at this time."

I took half a day off, went to bed when I came, and didn't wake up until now. This day is equivalent to missing school. .

Yang Cheng obviously hadn't woken up yet. It took him a while to come back to his senses, and then he started to pack his things and prepare to go home.

Li Wenyu folded the school uniform he changed into and put it into his schoolbag: "I'm leaving first."

Since winter, fewer and fewer people came to the game hall. When Li Wenyu arrived, the boss Qin Lizheng was sitting there with a frown on his face. At the front desk, she squeezed out a smile when she saw him coming: "Xiao Yu, you're here."

Li Wen Yu also smiled, gently closed the glass door he pushed open, and glanced at the scattered people in the hall. Person: "School has just ended. Uncle Qin, why are you still here today?"

Qin Li walked out from inside, rubbed his hands with a smile: "You asked for leave and I had no choice but to take over the shift. It's really cold today. I made a small heater under the table. It won't be so cold for you to do your homework."

" Thank you, Uncle Qin." Li Wenyu put his schoolbag on the table, and sure enough he saw a warm light under the table, his eyebrows curved, "Then I'm here now, you can go home and sleep."

Qin Li was already here. Unable to sit still, he waved his hands and raised his legs and walked outside. He opened half of the glass door and was greeted by a gust of cold wind. He shivered and thought of something again. He turned around and said, "I will beat your aunt for last month's salary." It's in the card. Go back and ask your aunt if she has received it."

Li Wenyu stretched out his frozen hands to the stove, crouched and half of his head emerged from behind the table, and said hello.