Sitting at the table, Lu Huainian moved the phone to his side with his elbow, trying to keep the phone close to him. I adjusted my sitting posture many times just to find a comfortable position to reply to her messages.

Lu Huainian, who had removed his prosthetic arm, was light enough to press the voice button even if he only had half an arm left, and his calm voice sounded in the empty bedroom, "I'll ask Xia Yuan to pick you up tomorrow, it just so happens that I want to discuss the matter of the last paper with Zhou Zhou's father, and I will make an appointment with them for you." ”

After clicking on his voice and listening, Zhao Qi replied, "Okay, then you rest early." ”

"yes, okay."

In the morning, when Lu Huainian put on his shirt and swept his eyes to the tie, his eyes fell on the half-Windsor knot that had been tied in advance for a long time, and the scene of Zhao Qi giving this tie reappeared in Lu Huainian's memory.

But in the end, he still only chose an ordinary one.

The one sent by Zhao Qi is still lying quietly in the corner of the closet.

When Xia Yuan got out of the car to pick up Zhao Qi at the newspaper, he didn't expect Guan Xi to be with him.

"Hello, I'm Guan Xi, Zhao Qi's colleague." Thinking of Lu Huainian's expression when he saw Guan Yi holding Zhao Qi that day, Xia Yuan felt that he was afraid that today might be more exciting.

Xia Yuan greeted Guan Yi warmly, "Just call me Xia Yuan." ”

Looks like someone is going to have a hard time.

Because of Zhou Zhou's matter, Guan Xi was a little worried that she was alone recently, and when she heard that she was going out, it happened that the newspaper office had nothing to do today, so she simply asked to go with her.

Zhao Qi was about to refuse, but he was scolded back by his sentence "The editor-in-chief asked me to guarantee your safety, I will only follow you for these two days, you bear with it first".

Follow it, follow it, anyway, he actually knows all the people he should know.

Zhao Qi originally thought that Lu Huainian would meet at the hotel like last time, but he didn't expect Xia Yuan to drive directly to Lu Huainian's residence.

Xia Yuan led Zhao Qi and Guan Yi into the door, and Lu Huainian and Zhou Zhou's parents were chatting in the living room.

As soon as Zhou Zhou's mother saw that Zhao Qi had arrived, she got up to greet her and took her in her arms, "Zhao Qi, your aunt heard what your editor-in-chief said yesterday, and my aunt can't help you, because Zhou Zhou let you meet such a thing." ”

Zhao Qi tugged at the corners of his mouth, "Auntie, it's all over, it's okay." ”

Lu Huainian also heard about Zhao Qi's beating in the early hours of yesterday morning from Zhou Zhou's mother just now, and he understood why she sent him such a message last night.

"Where did he hit, let Auntie see." Zhou Zhou's mother dragged her face with concern and examined it carefully.

Zhao Qi broke free tactfully, fortunately it was winter now, otherwise Zhou Zhou's mother wouldn't know what to do when she saw the large abrasions on her arm. "Auntie, I'm really fine, don't worry." Fortunately, the wound on his face was swollen yesterday, otherwise he might not have been able to hide this meeting today.

From the moment Guan Xi followed him into the door, Lu Huainian noticed him. He quietly followed behind Zhao Qi, and didn't say a word from the moment he entered the door. Because Zhao Qi was injured, he saw her with Guan Yi that morning?

Until Zhou Zhou's mother saw Guan Xi and asked Zhao Qi, "Zhao Qi, who is this young man?"

"The newspaper's colleagues, the editor-in-chief, are not at ease and insist on letting him come."

Zhao Qi gave Guan Yi a look, she needed to talk to Zhou Zhou's mother about some things privately, "Guan Xi, you sit down first, I want to talk to my aunt about some things later." ”

Guan Xi understood what she meant, and agreed very well, "Then Auntie, I won't bother you to talk to Zhao Qi about things" Guan Xi nodded and went to the direction of Lu Huainian and Zhou Zhou's father. "Professor Lu, meet again, Guan Xi."

Lu Huainian got up and greeted him with a smile, "Welcome, Xia Yuan and Uncle Feng are busy in the kitchen, my arm is inconvenient, if you need anything, feel free." ”

"Good" Lu Huainian also did not have a prosthetic arm today, wearing a meager black turtleneck.

Zhou Zhou's mother and Zhao Qi sat side by side on the sofa in the living room on the other side, the temperature in the room was a little high, Zhao Qi was wrapped in a down jacket today, and now there is a thin layer of sweat on his face and body, and there is sweat soaking into the wound, and there is some shallow pain.

"Zhao Qi, you look hot, take off your down jacket, right?"

Zhao Qi only wore a white undershirt, and if he took off the down, Zhou Zhou's mother would notice his arm.

"No, Auntie, I'm not hot, maybe I was a little anxious when I came just now, just take it slowly." In order to divert Zhou Zhou's mother's attention, Zhao Qi quickly changed the topic and got back to the point: "Auntie, has Zhou Zhou ever been threatened by others, or have you heard that some others are seriously injured because of Zhou Zhou... Something to die for? ”

Zhao Qi noticed that her face was a little solemn.

Soon Zhou Zhou's mother nodded, "In the past, there were always people who sent some strange couriers home from time to time, which was a picture of a boy lying on a hospital bed with tubes inserted everywhere on his body. I asked Zhou Zhou, and Zhou Zhou said that he had never seen him, let alone knew him. ”

Boy? "Are those pictures still available?"

"There should be, at home, at the beginning, Zhou Zhou let me throw away some of it, but then I received some intermittently, I wanted to throw it away, but Zhou Zhou has been too busy because of work, and I don't dare to put it away by myself, and I'm going to ask her to deal with it later."

"Then Auntie, can you go back and take a few pictures for me, I may need it here." Zhao Qi only cared about talking to Zhou Zhou's mother, and she didn't notice when Lu Huainian came over.

Lu Huainian stood on the right side of the sofa, and waited for her to talk to Zhou Zhou's mother to the end, "Zhao Qi, can you come over and help me?" ”

"Okay."

Zhao Qi followed Lu Huainian into the bedroom.

"There's a set of wine glasses in the cabinet above your right, can you help me get it?"

Zhao Qi's height was a little reluctant, but he still barely reached it on tiptoe. "This set?"

"Hmm."

When Zhao Qi turned around with the box, Lu Huainian was behind her, and the sudden distance made Zhao Qi reflexively retreat, but the wound on the left arm hit the protruding handle of the cabinet, and she took her right hand to cover it in an instant.

I didn't hold the thing in my hand steadily, and I dropped it.

Zhao Qi reacted after hearing the sound of the glass breaking in the carton, but it was too late.

Some small pieces of broken glass collapsed from the cracks in the carton, and Zhao Qi was about to squat down to clean up, but was stopped by Lu Huainian in advance. "Don't move, you hurt your arm?"

Lu Huainian stared at her arm and never left her sight. Zhao Qi thought that he had seen that his arm was injured, and nodded.

"I'll see."

"It's okay, it was detoxified yesterday, wrapped in gauze, it's okay."

Lu Huainian frowned, wrapped in gauze? Sterilized? Didn't she just hit it, the top on that arm fell yesterday? Since the gauze should not hurt lightly, so when Zhou Zhou's mother suggested that she take off her down jacket, she had any scruples?

Looking at the beads of sweat on her head and face, "Take off your down jacket, if you get infected, you will have to suffer." If I am afraid of being discovered by Aunt Zhou, I have a few knitted jackets that are a little thinner and looser in my wardrobe, and I should not be able to see them when I am wearing them. ”

When Zhao Qi and Lu Huainian came out together, Zhao Qi wore a gray loose knit sweater. Zhou Zhou's mother glanced at Lu Huainian thoughtfully, but didn't say anything.

Instead, Guan Xi stared at the knitted sweater card on her body for a long time. Lu Huainian?