Chapter 28: Living Together

  I answered the phone and on the other end was a man's voice that I wasn't too familiar with. After exchanging a few words, I realized he was a policeman.

  It wasn't until I heard the police's account that I knew Hou Wenxiao had been detained for drunk driving.

  I hung up the phone, put on my coat again, and pulled Liang Xue to rush to the police station.

  Liang Xue was being pulled by me to run, and at the same time said to me: "Wei Ming! Aren't you going to participate in the dance competition? Why don't we finish dancing first and then go?"

  "Never mind, I won't participate. If I were to arrive late, I'm afraid Fang Wenke would be scared to tears. That young master has never suffered such a fate, and besides, he's always been so good to me."

  "Okay, now is also a good time to hail a taxi."

  I and Liang Xue arrived at the police station entrance, through inquiry, we found Fang Wenke.

  When I saw him, he was slumped in an armchair, looking utterly drunk, wearing only a tight-fitting vest on his upper body, with scattered bruises on his forehead.

  I walked over with a heavy heart, squatted down and gently rubbed his forehead, then softly asked him: "Fang Wenke, where are your clothes?"

  Fang Wenke apparently recognized my voice, slightly raised his head, half-closed eyes looking at me, then he suddenly stood up from the chair and hugged me tightly.

  This is the first time I feel that Fang Wenke is a child without a sense of security, at least in this moment when he tightly hugs me, I deeply feel that he needs me.

  She walked over with the documents in her hand and whispered in my ear, "He was driving drunk and crashed into a tree. The car just had some scratches. The injury on his forehead was from when he got into an argument with the police and was beaten up. This matter can be settled with some money, otherwise he'll have to stay at the police station for several days."

  I freed him from the room and put him in a chair.

  Looking at his dispirited appearance, I thought he must have been frightened out of his wits. After all, it was the first time he had encountered such a thing, and he had come out just to watch my match.

  I took out the bank card that Fang Wenke gave me last time from my wallet, and I guess there should be enough money in it to redeem a person.

  All the formalities were handled by Liang Xue on my behalf, and I took Fang Wenke away from the police station.

  With Fang Wenke in his current state, going home is out of the question. I also don't know how to drive, so I can only find a nearby hotel and settle him down there.

  After sending Fang Wenke to the hotel, he lay on the bed and curled up into a ball, his body trembling all over. I touched his forehead and confirmed that he had a fever. The night wind was so cool, it would be strange if he didn't have a fever.

  I helped him cover himself with a quilt and then ran out to find a pharmacy.

  I walked many streets and finally found a pharmacy, but I couldn't remember the way back, so just buying medicine took me over an hour.

  When I returned to the hotel, Fang Wenke was lying in bed very honestly, this is the first time he has been so obedient since I knew him.

  After I gave him the medicine and fed it to him, he still maintained a semi-comatose state.

  When he talks to him, he can't hear clearly. Let him open his eyes and take a look at me, but he can't open them either. I don't know how much wine he drank, but it's definitely not little.

  At this time, Liang Xue sent me a text message: The matter has been settled, and the bank card you gave me only had 800 yuan left. Take care of your family's Fang Wenke, don't take advantage of him! Hahaha...

  After reading Liang Xue's message, I deeply feel that there are still many good friends in this world.

  I just wanted to turn off the machine to avoid being disturbed by my roommate's prank, and then the vibrating sound of the phone rang again.

  But it's not mine, it's Fang Wenke's phone.

  I pulled out the mobile phone from Fang Wenke's pants pocket, and on the screen there was a short message and three missed calls.

  I slid open the screen out of curiosity and found that both the text message and missed call were from Zhao Jun, with the content being: "What's going on between you and Li Weiming? Why didn't she compete today? I saw her before the match, so I quickly returned the call.

  As for Zhao Jun's concerns, I have some difficulty understanding them, and my curiosity is too strong.

  So, driven by a woman detective's instincts, I turned over the SMS records of Fang Wenke and Zhao Jun upside down.

  After reading those over 200 short messages, I was thoroughly shocked.

  I finally know why Fang Wenke calls Zhao Jun "brother" with such familiarity when he sees him; I also understand why every time Zhao Jun looks at Fang Wenke, his eyes reveal a strange emotion; and I even more understand why Fang Wenke, who is so rich, insists on coming to this ordinary second-tier university.

  Everything is just because there is a very deep affection between them.

  Fang Wenke and Zhao Jue are biological brothers, but their parents divorced when they were very young.

  The reason for their divorce was that their father's economic ability was too poor, so Fang Wenke's mother would divorce his father.

  Then Fang Wenke followed her mother's surname, and Zhao Jun followed his father's surname.

  I looked at Fang Wenke sleeping beside me, and I couldn't help but feel that he resembled Zhao Jun more and more. The only difference was that Zhao Jun had a pair of dimples, while Fang Wenke didn't.

  I remember Fang Wenke's mother Fang Yun had a pair of dimples.

  I turned off Fang Wenke's phone and took his temperature again, finding that the fever had subsided.

  I sat on one side of the bed, looking at the room beside Wen Ke, feeling very settled in my heart, but then thinking about tonight's abandoned match qualification, I felt regretful.

  At this moment, I keep thinking of Zhu Yang and Li Yue's wonderful performances, and my heart can't help but feel a pang of sourness.