Escape

"Do you want to live together?"

It was as if someone was suddenly told that I was actually a worldly expert with strange bones, I was thrown at a loss by the invitation thrown by Lu Zhenyu.

But come to think of it, it's been a year since that happened.

For the past year, he has been showing up at the gate of my school. I didn't ask him what he was doing, and he didn't say anything. We both walked along the same path naturally.

When he was next to me, he was quite like a celebrity's bodyguard. Even if the young and Dangerous boy appeared around the corner with a knife in the next second, I could pass through them unscathed.

Therefore, when I met Wu Jing on the road, and Shan Yong, who was glaring at her, I just greeted and smiled kindly (but when Wu Jing and I were admitted as trainee teachers in the same high school, we didn’t know what to do. I didn’t see Shan Yong either. It is said that Wu Jing had a quarrel with him, but the reason for the quarrel is unknown).

Lu Zhenyu and I often have dinner together and talk about what happened recently.

He is very talkative and talks about things that are new to me.He always likes to mention his master. The "master" he talks about is like an unparalleled hero in the world. He is invulnerable to all poisons, invulnerable to swords and guns. When I saw a pretty lady, I envied others.

At the beginning, he would utter a few dirty words from time to time, and I could only smile awkwardly. As time went on, he said less dirty words.

I don't know where he learned that I don't like the smell of cigarettes. He would smoke one outside the door after every meal, and soon stomped it out. Then he took out the chewing gum he carried with him from his pocket and chewed a few mouthfuls.

Several times he almost habitually spit the gum on the floor, but after glancing at me from the window, he spit it out in a sugar wrapper, wrapped it up, and threw it into the trash can along with the cigarette butts on the ground.

how to say?His well-behaved words and deeds give me the illusion that a student is accompanying the teacher out for dinner, but his body shape and taste are very much like a brother, and sometimes he even behaves like a caring father.

But not like a normal friend.

Therefore, when he asked for cohabitation, an indescribable panic overwhelmed me.

"What did you say?"

"I said—do you want to live with me?"

He took out the lollipop he was holding in his mouth, stared into my eyes, and repeated the words word by word.I looked away and walked forward without haste.

"Why do you ask this all of a sudden?"

"Aren't you an intern teacher now? The place I live in is left by my dad. It's just big enough and there's a spare room. It's better to move in than to live in the faculty dormitory. You can save your water and electricity bills."

"Where do you live? I thought you lived in the school dormitory all the time."

"It's near here, didn't I tell you? That dog was my housekeeper before, and I moved out after a fight with him."

Hearing what he said, I didn't have any reason to refuse because of emotion or reason, so I simply agreed.

"Alright, then I'll move there in a few days."

He just said "um", without any big reaction on his face, but the sound of a lollipop being crushed hard came from his mouth.Passing by the trash can, he chewed and swallowed the candy in two or three bites. He was going to take out the paper stick and throw it away, but in the end he stuffed it back into his mouth.

"Are you free later?" he asked.

"I'm free, what's wrong?"

"Take you to our house."

While speaking, his arm suddenly hooked my shoulder.At that time, I only felt that my heart was hit hard by some force, which may be the powerful force of the iron fist of communism.

His home is really big. It is not an ordinary apartment building, but a simple single-storey room similar to a courtyard house.

The main hall is a living room and my bedroom, and the room on the left side is a guest room and storage room (it seems to be the kitchen, but he never cooked before, so he just piled up the sundries here, and this room has become more and more over time. became a storage room), and the room on the right side is his bedroom and a gymnasium.I have never seen anyone put a gym at home before, even separated from the bedroom by a wall.

The equipment in the gym is complete, with various types of iron and wood. I wonder where he got so many equipment. He proudly said that his master gave him it.

After that, we lived together.

He smoked less and less, and for a while there was not a pack of cigarettes anywhere in the house.Half a year later, even that storage room was slowly being emptied into a kitchen.

On my birthday night, he cooked a big meal himself.Although the taste is unbearable, but the heart is enough to touch the heart.Later, when he was free, he would make meals every now and then, and he would definitely ask me to teach him from the sidelines.

The day before I moved out, he made a farewell meal, which was the most delicious meal I have eaten in more than twenty years.

He always thought I didn't exercise enough and offered to work out with me.But I usually work from nine to five, and I often need to take care of evening self-study.It was almost ten o'clock when I returned to my residence, so I didn't care about exercising, so I could only go back to the bedroom to prepare courseware.

The window in the bedroom fits down to the side of the room, so he can always be seen exercising in the gym.

For some reason, I don't want to look at him, especially when he's sweating in his thin training suit, I just take a quick glance and draw the curtains.

A year later, Lu Zhenyu also graduated, and he asked me to help him pass the civil service exam.

I vaguely remember that it was an afternoon on a weekend, it was midsummer, the sound of cicadas outside the window, and the fragrance of magnolia flowers stolen from no one knew where.

I sat in front of his desk, and he sat lazily on the desk with a lollipop in his mouth.I lowered my head and was correcting the test questions he had just finished writing. When I looked up, he had already fallen asleep sitting up.

He looked like a sculpture placed in the center of the art gallery.Light gray bottom shirt, eye-catching figure, razor-sharp features, a thin rope hanging on the sweaty neck.A drop of sweat ran across his forehead and penetrated into his thick eyebrows.If the rivers and lakes in Jin Yong's novels come into reality, it will probably be like this.

I've never stared at someone so intently for so long.

There is no dream in the world that you can't wake up from.

His eyes finally opened.

No extra emotion, just look at me.

We looked at each other without saying a word.

The cicadas are getting louder and louder, and the fragrance of flowers is getting stronger and stronger.

I felt safe and also scared.

It's like being raped by law.

After a while, I found a grand excuse to leave the bedroom.

That was the first time I escaped from his room.