Senior, is it convenient to add each other on WeChat?
"Go and find out who Cui Junyu came to the school to see that day."
Lu Zhize, who had just finished class, sat in his seat and kept thinking about the day he saw Cui Junyu at school. The more he thought about it, the more something seemed wrong and suspicious it became.
With a "ding", a message came in.
“Song Zicheng, a third-year history major. Cui Junyu came to ask Song Zicheng why he hadn’t come to class. He heard from his classmates that he was sick.”
"Song Zicheng," Lu Zhize repeated the name in a low voice, his brows furrowed, feeling a sense of familiarity.
Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, and his eyes turned fierce: "Is it the person who took Lu Zhiyan to the hospital at the KTV?"
“It’s him,” the person on the other end of the phone replied.
"What a coincidence," Lu Zhize said silently as he looked out the window at the bare trees after hanging up the phone, a hint of malice creeping into his youthful face.
He examined Song Zicheng's photo closely, his eyes swirling with cunning and danger.
The snow has been heavy these past few days, making the roads slippery and difficult to cycle on. Song Zicheng has been walking to school. Just after class ended this day, Lu Zhiyan sent him a message asking him to go home and cook dinner. He walked along, phone in hand, replying with his head down.
Just as he reached the corner, a silver-gray mountain bike suddenly came towards him. Song Zicheng wanted to dodge immediately, but the bike was too fast. The young man riding the bike exerted force with his arm, turned the front of the bike, and brushed past Song Zicheng, causing him to fall.
With a loud crash, it was clear that the person in front of them had fallen quite hard.
"Are you alright, classmate? Can you get up?" Song Zicheng squatted down and helped Lu Zhize up from the ground, asking with concern.
"It's okay, you should be able to get up."
Despite saying that, when Song Zicheng helped the person in front of him, he found that the man seemed to have no strength. He had just lifted off the ground and was about to fall down again. Song Zicheng grabbed him and barely managed to keep him steady.
Lu Zhize hissed. Song Zicheng looked down at his ankle and then at his pained expression, asking, "Classmate, your foot looks swollen. Can you still walk? Do you need me to take you to the infirmary?"
Lu Zhize didn't say anything, but took a step forward. As soon as he lifted his foot, a sharp pain struck him, making him frown. "Classmate, I think I can't walk anymore. Could you please take me to the infirmary?"
Song Zicheng nodded, helped Lu Zhize steady, then picked up the car from the ground and parked it on the side of the road.
"Excuse me, is it okay if you park your car here?"
"Can."
Song Zicheng stepped forward, put one of Lu Zhize's arms on his shoulder, and supported Lu Zhize's back with his other hand, leading him step by step forward slowly.
Fortunately, the infirmary was not far away, and the two arrived in just a few minutes. Song Zicheng gently placed Lu Zhize on the bed and stepped aside to let the school doctor examine him.
"Your ankle is badly twisted. Luckily, no bones or tendons are broken. It's just swollen. Apply ice and bandage it first. When you get home, remember to apply a hot towel. Once the swelling starts to subside in a day or two, then use this aerosol spray," the school doctor said as he took the medicine from the medicine cabinet.
Lu Zhize reached out and took the medicine, saying thank you.
The school doctor was about to give Lu Zhize ice when Song Zicheng reached out and took it first. Lu Zhize looked at him with a puzzled expression.
"Let me apply it for you; it's not very convenient for you to do it yourself."
"No need, I'd be too embarrassed."
"It's nothing," Song Zicheng said, bending down to sit in the chair, frowning, and carefully applying an ice pack to Lu Zhize's swollen ankle.
Lu Zhize was jolted by the cold, and Song Zicheng looked up abruptly, saying apologetically, "Did I hurt you?"
"No, it's just a little cold. Thank you, classmate," Lu Zhize said, looking down at Song Zicheng. "Classmate, my name is Lu Zhize. What's your name?"
Lu Zhize?
Upon hearing those three words, Song Zicheng paused in his actions, blinked, and looked up at the person staring at him. They did look somewhat similar, but the feeling they gave off was completely different.
Looking at Lu Zhize's youthful, innocent face, he recalled Lu Zhiyan's serious, shrewd face and couldn't understand why the two brothers were so different.
"My name is Song Zicheng."
"I just started college this year, what year are you in?"
"Junior year".
"You're a junior, so I should call you senior. Hello, Senior Song."
Song Zicheng nodded and didn't say anything more. His phone beeped, and he remembered that he had to leave.
Song Zicheng stood up from his chair, glanced at the time, and said, "Classmate, I have something to do later, so I have to go first. You..."
“Senior, you can go if you have something to do. I can manage on my own,” Lu Zhize interrupted him.
"good."
Lu Zhize secretly observed Song Zicheng's back until he completely disappeared from sight. Only then did he slowly withdraw his gaze, staring at his ankles with a slight upward smirk, as if he were lost in thought.
When Lu Zhiyan got home from get off work, Song Zicheng was cooking. He had just finished making old duck soup. Hearing the noise, he ladled out a bowl of soup and placed it on the table. He reached out and took Lu Zhiyan's coat, hanging it on the coat rack by the door: "There's one more dish. You can have the soup first."
The apartment had its underfloor heating on full blast, and as soon as Lu Zhiyan entered, he felt a wave of heat hit him. He took off his coat and was only wearing a black, tight-fitting sweater that accentuated his figure beautifully.
His taut chest and abdominal muscles, lean yet powerful waist, and long legs encased in suit trousers were on full display.
He sat at the dining table, lowered his head to smell the soup in his bowl, and looked up at Song Zicheng: "Why are you so late today?"
After Lu Zhiyan offered to send someone to pick up Song Zicheng every day, which Song Zicheng refused outright, Song Zicheng took the subway every time. He didn't need to transfer; he could just take Line 1 for 18 stops and arrive in a maximum of half an hour.
Normally, Song Zicheng would cook in the kitchen, and Lu Zhiyan would check the surveillance footage on his phone when he had free time to see what Song Zicheng was doing.
Today, Lu Zhiyan checked the living room surveillance footage several times, but there was no one there. The apartment was completely dark, and no lights were on.
It was about two hours after Song Zicheng finished class that the living room lights were turned on, and that's when he saw Song Zicheng on the security camera.
"Oh, when get out of class ended, I saw a classmate fall off his bike, so I took him to the infirmary to treat his wound, which is why I came back late."
During the days he spent with Lu Zhiyan, he could sense that Lu Zhiyan did not have a good relationship with his family. Lu Zhize was his stepmother's son. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Song Zicheng did not mention Lu Zhize.
Lu Zhiyan hummed in agreement. Seeing that he didn't speak, Song Zicheng turned around and went into the kitchen to cook.
"You don't need to come these next few days, I'm going on a business trip."
Upon hearing this, Song Zicheng was overjoyed and secretly wished that Lu Zhiyan would be away on business trips every day. However, he couldn't show any excitement on his face. He lowered his head and replied, "I understand."
Lu Zhiyan acted unusually fiercely and intensely tonight. It started from dinner, or more precisely, after Song Zicheng finished saying he knew. Lu Zhiyan looked sullen, and it was unclear what he was unhappy about.
He didn't say a word throughout the entire process. Even when Song Zicheng hoarsely told him to slow down, Lu Zhiyan ignored him as if he hadn't heard him, and kept driving Song Zicheng crazy.
Song Zicheng lay limp on the bed, his body aching all over, his eyes glazed and his cheeks flushed, as if he hadn't recovered from the exercise. The seat next to him was empty, and when Song Zicheng reached out, the place that had been warm was now completely cold.
He vaguely saw a figure by the window, and when his eyes slowly focused, he saw Lu Zhiyan with his back to him, looking out the window and puffing out smoke.
The room was filled with the smell of smoke, and there were several cigarette butts scattered in the ashtray on the windowsill. Although Song Zicheng could not see Lu Zhiyan's face, he felt that Lu Zhiyan looked very unwell.
But what does it have to do with him?
Song Zicheng silently put on his clothes, picked up his phone, and said, "I'm going back now."
Lu Zhiyan neither moved nor made a sound.
Ignoring him, Song Zicheng walked towards the door, grabbed the doorknob, pressed it down, and walked out.
Song Zicheng glanced at his phone. If he took the bus back now, it would probably be 11 o'clock.
He had tried to tell Lu Zhiyan before that he had to be home before 10 o'clock, but Lu Zhiyan firmly refused. The earliest he could go home was 10:30. Sometimes it was too late, so he would go home at midnight or 1 o'clock. Song Zicheng would never stay overnight. Besides, Lu Zhiyan had never said anything about it.
Fortunately, Song Zicheng had told his younger brother that Song Zian would fall asleep before 10 o'clock, which put Song Zicheng at ease and saved him from having to find a reasonable excuse.
"Good morning, senior!"
Song Zicheng, who arrives at 8 a.m., had only taken a few steps from the door when he heard a familiar voice behind him.
He stopped and looked back. A smile was on that young face as Lu Zhize limped toward him.
Seeing that Song Zicheng didn't react, Lu Zhize waved his hand in front of his eyes: "Senior?"
Song Zicheng snapped out of his daze and looked down at Lu Zhize's ankle: "Good morning, how's your foot?"
"Much better, just a little swollen."
Song Zicheng nodded: "That's good. You still need to get plenty of rest."
Lu Zhize looked up and smiled, his eyes crinkling. The sunlight shone on him, making him dazzling. Then he took out his phone from his pocket and said, "Senior, is it convenient to add each other on WeChat?"
"Can."
After the two added each other as friends, Song Zicheng saw that it was still early, so he took Lu Zhize to the business school. As soon as Lu Zhize sat down in the classroom, Song Zicheng was about to leave.
Lu Zhize suddenly called out to him, "Senior, thank you so much! Are you free at noon? I'd like to treat you to lunch to express my gratitude."
"No."
"Senior, I'll wait for you after school. Remember to check your messages."
They're truly brothers; it's impossible to refuse them even if you want to.
Song Zicheng turned around and replied, "Okay."
Song Zicheng had a full morning of classes, while Lu Zhize only had one class. He went to the history department early and found an empty classroom to wait.
Song Zicheng packed his bag in advance. As soon as the bell rang at noon, he took his bag to classroom 102. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Lu Zhize sitting in the first row by the aisle. Their eyes met, and Lu Zhize greeted him with a smile.
"Senior, this hot pot restaurant is super popular, it has a high rating, a lot of my classmates have eaten there, and they all say it's delicious. Why don't we go eat here?" Lu Zhize chattered on his phone.
"The doctor just said yesterday that I should avoid spicy food."
"Ah, okay," Lu Zhize visibly disappointed, staring at his phone without saying a word for a long time.
"This Northeastern Chinese restaurant is pretty good. I ate there once before. Would you like to try it?"
“Let’s go to this place.” Lu Zhize looked up immediately and quickly agreed.
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