Lin Zhi, who had been blowing the cold wind for a long time, did not drink hot water and take a hot shower immediately after returning home, but waited for a while before going.

It's normal to go home on a night like this and get sick the next day, right?

Lin Zhi always grasped the rhythm and did not let things happen one after another, but he did not plan to stay unwinded.

However, to Lin Zhi's surprise, this body was not very strong, but after the cold wind, he didn't get sick the next day, but he sneezed twice, and he didn't even have nasal congestion.

Lin Zhi didn't plan to masochist, if this plan was not implemented smoothly, then consider the next plan, anyway, Song Jiazhu would not run before the college entrance examination arrived.

However, he found that Song Jiazhu seemed to be a little abnormal today, although he looked the same as usual, Lin Zhi's observation was always very good, and from Song Jiazhu's slightly red cheeks and some sluggish movements, he felt that he might be sick.

He didn't inquire until noon, when he left school and watched Song Jiazhu leave the class.

Today is Sunday, and there will be a half-day holiday in the afternoon as usual.

The city's short autumn seems to have come suddenly, and yesterday it was a little hot during the day, but with a gust of wind in the evening, the temperature plummeted today.

The morning was a little gloomy, and the coolness made many students put on winter school uniform jackets, with a summer school uniform with short sleeves inside.

At about one or two o'clock in the afternoon, the rain suddenly fell while it was still bright.

Then the wind blew, and pedestrians on the road hurried to take shelter from the rain.

Lin Zhi closed the window of the house and asked 01 about Song Jiazhu's location.

01: [He's at home, and the coordinates haven't moved.] 】

Lin Zhi was sure that he was sick, because every Sunday afternoon, Song Jiazhu would go to the bookstore, which was a fixed part of his life, and rarely changed, unless something went wrong.

Lin Zhi went out with an umbrella, it was not easy to take a taxi on a rainy day, so Lin Zhi chose to take the bus.

When he arrived at Song Jiazhu's door, Lin Zhi knocked on the door, but there was no response inside.

Maybe it's because the knock on the door is mixed with the sound of wind and rain, and it's not obvious.

Lin Zhi called Song Jiazhu, but no one answered.

01: [Host, what should we do?] 】

01 was already considering the possibility of breaking the door violently, and at this time, Lin Zhi had already dialed the small advertisement on the wall.

"Not coming on a rainy day?"

"I'll add money."

Hearing the reply from the other side that said 'I'll be there soon', Lin Zhi hung up the phone.

The wind slipped through the cracks in the windows, creating a deformed screech.

Song Jiazhu shrunk in the quilt, feeling a chill in his body, but his face felt very hot, and his throat was so thirsty that he was like a traveler who had been walking in the desert for a long time, desperately hoping to replenish the water source.

He tried hard to open his eyes, but his eyelids were so heavy that he felt weak.

Consciousness seemed to float in the shallow layers of the ocean of consciousness, unable to merge with the body, and the depression in the body made him feel extremely tired even thinking about it.

Large gray-white lumps drifted in the brain, and the throat still spoke of thirst.

At this time, it seemed that someone was holding his head and lifting him up and feeding him water.

The warmth of the entrance made Song Jiazhu's state a little clearer, and he opened his eyes with great effort, falling into sluggish thinking.

"Open your mouth."

Song Jiazhu subconsciously opened his mouth, was stuffed with a bitter pill, and was poured another mouthful of water.

The man who fed him the water went to the window and helped him draw the curtains.

In the leaden gray light, his figure seemed to be softened by the light.

When Song Jiazhu woke up again, the room was dim.

He vaguely remembered what had happened before, and walked out of the bedroom with his shoes on.

Someone in the living room was eating while watching the video, and greeted him when he woke up.

Song Jiazhu started sign language and asked Lin Zhi how he got in.

After asking, Song Jiazhu pressed his temple, he felt that he might be sick and confused, and was about to go to find a pen and paper to communicate with Lin Zhi.

Lin Zhi opened his mouth and said: "I found someone to open the lock, you remember to change the lock cylinder, I will increase the price of the lock master when it rains, you remember to make up this part of the money to me." ”

Song Jiazhu's thoughts wandered between 'thank you' and 'why did you come' and 'why did you open my door and ask me to give money, can you be a little more neurotic', and found the point in hindsight.

- Can you read sign language?

Lin Weaving: "A little bit, although you can't speak very well, but every time I see you write slowly, it's very troublesome." ”

Song Jiazhu was silent for a while, but still said thank you to Lin Weaving, and he won't use it next time.

"I don't understand the back, there is no porridge sold around here, I cooked some for you, you can go to the kitchen and install it yourself."

Lin Zhi selectively couldn't understand it, anyway, Song Jiazhu didn't know if he really didn't understand.

Song Jiazhu was silent for a longer time this time, he glanced at Lin Zhi, did not communicate with him, went to the bathroom to wash up again before entering the kitchen.

There was thick porridge in the rice cooker with the lights on, and Song Jiazhu's expression was a little complicated.

He lowered his eyes and slowly filled himself a bowl.

He couldn't remember how long it hadn't been in his life, and now it was happening in a way he hadn't thought about, and the people who did it were not what he expected.

This bowl of porridge is actually nothing special, nor does it have any technical content, it is just an extremely ordinary bowl of white porridge, but as long as Song Jiazhu thought that this was made for him by Lin Weaving, he had a particularly strange feeling, so strange that he couldn't help but look at this bowl of porridge for a while.

I don't really want to eat, but I don't really want to eat either.

Chapter 35: The Double-Faced Table of the Scholar

Song Jiazhu stayed in the kitchen for a long time, and Lin Zhi didn't look back or urge.

To break the distance between a person and the world, it is necessary not only to have slightly tough means, but also to supplement it with warmth and, most importantly, to give blank time.

This mission, called Redemption, is not a one-man show, he weaves a web with his heart, not pity or showmanship.

Footsteps sounded behind him, and Song Jiazhu walked to the table with porridge.

Because of the limited space, the area of the restaurant is also relatively small, the table is not large, one side is against the wall, and the other is attached to the refrigerator, which can only accommodate two seats.

Song Jiazhu smelled the spicy taste, which came from the spicy tang that Lin Zhi was eating.

The taste is a bit rushing, and for someone like him who doesn't eat spicy food, the taste is even more pungent.

Song Jiazhu couldn't help frowning slightly, because of the layer of red and bright chili oil in the Lin weaving bowl.

Lin Zhite added spicy and spicy, the original owner could eat these, he was not very spicy, but he just left a little more bright traces in Song Jiazhu's life.

Lin Zhi looked at Song Jiazhu slowly drinking porridge with a spoon, and couldn't help but say, "You just eat like this?" ”

Song Jiazhu responded with sign language: Add sugar.

The curtains in the living room were opened, although it was still afternoon, and the light was very poor on a rainy day, making the light appear gray and dull.

Song Jiazhu lowered his eyes and continued to eat quietly.

The mute boy who couldn't speak gave people the feeling of a dead vine on a cloudy day, and the dim shadow of the cold branches was full of pale breath, cutting himself off from the world and him.

But the heat on the opposite side is curling, and the food exudes a stimulating smell that cannot be ignored, which is a dazzling and even somewhat dazzling red, and the person sitting next to him laughs at the content of the mobile phone, breaking the silence of the room and dyeing the gray and white.

The well-tended brocade star was placed on the table in the living room, a patch of green, and the red of the edge of the leaf was particularly delicate.

Song Jiazhu wanted to ask Lin Zhi why he came to his house, but he felt that this answer was actually not important.

He ate half of the porridge in his bowl, and suddenly saw Lin Zhi next to him looking at the mobile phone, his expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly switched their food.

Song Jiazhu's expression was a little confused, the spicy smell of food in front of him seemed to restore some function to his somewhat blocked nasal passages, he looked at Lin Zhi faintly, but Lin Zhi didn't care about him, and smiled at the phone.

"Mom, I'm not at home, I'm at the same school."

Lin Zhi wore a Bluetooth headset to talk to his mother over there, and quickly flipped the phone to prove what he said to his mother over there.

"It's raining outside, so it's a little late."

Song Jiazhu couldn't hear what the person on the other side of the phone said, so he could only guess their conversation from Lin Zhi's words, and probably guessed the reason why Lin Zhi switched their food.

Too spicy food made Song Jiazhu have no desire to try it, not to mention that this food was still touched by Lin Zhi.

Song Jiazhu sat patiently, his eyes wandering aimlessly on the table, waiting for Lin Zhi to hang up the phone before continuing to eat.

"It's not just white porridge, this porridge is sweet with sugar."

Lin Zhi scooped a spoonful with a spoon and showed it to his mother on the other side of the phone in a serious manner.

The video call of the original owner's mother was very sudden, and it was not in Lin Zhi's plan, but he was not sick Song Jiazhu was sick This matter was already outside his plan, and he immediately improvised to the situation.

Even if there is a spicy tang in front of him, the original owner's mother will not say anything, at most a few words of advice to eat less of this kind of thing, don't eat too spicy and pay attention to the stomach, Lin Weaving has his purpose in changing food.

The boy chatted with his mother while naturally bringing food to his mouth.

The soft and glutinous white porridge mixed with a faint sweetness spreads between the lips and teeth.

Lin Zhi commented: "Mom, you can try it, in fact, the taste is okay, mainly depends on the quality of the rice." ”

Lin Zhi scooped another spoonful, biting the edge of the white porcelain spoon, as if listening intently to the person on the other side.

When Lin Zhi put the food in his mouth for the first time, Song Jiazhu's head had already slammed, and he maintained a somewhat stiff posture, with some shame and anger.

How could Lin Weaving just eat his stuff and use his used utensils?

Song Jiazhu stared at the porcelain spoon between Lin Zhi's lips, holding its rosy lips, Song Jiazhu noticed that Lin Zhi had a naturally raised lip without smiling.

Song Jiazhu's lips were pursed tightly, and his dark eyes were heavy.

"Got it, you and Dad should also pay attention to your body, bye-bye."

Lin Zhi unconsciously stirred the porridge in the bowl as he spoke, said goodbye, put down his phone, and made a gesture of relief.

"My mother won't let me eat these," Lin Zhi shrugged his shoulders slightly at Song Jiazhu and explained the reason, he took his food back, but he didn't push the bowl of porridge back, he looked at Song Jiazhu and said, "You go and serve another bowl, the sugar taste is okay." ”

Then Lin Zhi touched his lips with some concern and said, "You shouldn't infect me." ”

He stated the facts, but it sounded a little ambiguous and harsh to Song Jiazhu.

Song Jiazhu moved the chair back for a while, and the legs of the chair made a sound of rubbing against the floor, powerfully expressing his feelings.