South of Chutian

The blood from earlier had dried and stuck the T-shirt firmly to his back.The doctor said again: "Be patient." But he didn't make a sound, just sat on the chair with his back to Tang Heng.

The doctor raised the scalpel and cut from the hem of the T-shirt until the fabric on the back was separated. "Your hair is well dyed," the doctor suddenly glanced at Tang Heng, "Where did you get it? I'll try it too."

"The name of the shop at the entrance of the street is..." But he is clearly bald, right?

"What is it?"

"Xiuqi..."

Before Tang Heng could finish speaking, the doctor suddenly raised his hand and pulled off the piece of cloth in an instant.

He remained silent, but trembled.

His back was exposed, bloody, from the protruding shoulder blades to the tight waistline, many long and thin wounds were still oozing blood.The doctor sighed: "How to label the wine bottle like this, it's troublesome."

Tang Heng hurriedly asked, "What's the trouble?"

"Disinfect first, then get the scum out of him, and then bandage him—this is not over yet, look, he must have a fever tonight," he said, picking up a ball of cotton balls with pliers, dipped in alcohol, " Just say it hurts, I'm more aggressive."

Tang Heng shouted: "Then take it easy!"

The doctor rolled his eyes: "You think it's embroidery! How to sterilize it if it's too light!"

Alcohol-soaked cotton balls were pressed onto the wound.At that moment, Tang Heng saw him leaning his head back and leaning forward, as if trying to avoid the pain in his back.However, it was only for a moment.He didn't move anymore, even though the veins on his arm were bulging from clenched fists, he didn't move after all.

Soon, the cotton ball turned a faint red color, the doctor threw it away and replaced it with another.By the time the wound was cleaned, the trash can at his feet was filled with red cotton balls.

And those wounds also clearly appeared in front of Tang Heng - his back was originally beautiful, with wheat-colored skin, broad and flat shoulders, and smooth muscle lines tightened all the way down to the waist.However, at this moment, those red wounds were swollen high, as if they were traces of some kind of torture.

"Don't just watch," the doctor said to Tang Heng, "you can chat with him to distract yourself."

"Okay..." Tang Heng hesitated for a moment, walked up to him, squatted down, "Does it hurt?"

"You're not talking nonsense," the doctor poked his head out from behind, "it must be in pain!"

Tang Heng: "..."

But why didn't he say it.

After a few more seconds, the man finally spoke, with a calm tone: "It's okay."

It's not "it's okay", it's not "it doesn't hurt", it's "it doesn't matter".That is to say—it does hurt.

It was as if his heart had been gently pinched, and this feeling was unfamiliar to Tang Heng.After thinking about it, Tang Heng stretched out his hand: "Hold me." Maybe it can help him share some pain.

But he didn't move, just looked down.The gaze clearly has no temperature or touch, but Tang Heng felt that his hand was a little hot.

After a while, Tang Heng suddenly realized what kind of posture he was facing him.

Squat down, look up, and stretch out your hands.It was almost like begging—the pious begging of mortals before the statue of a god.Tang Heng got up abruptly, took a step back, and said awkwardly, "Are you thirsty? I'll go buy a bottle of water."

"Need not."

"Then are you hungry?" Tang Heng took out his phone, "Let me order a takeaway, and you can eat it after bandaging."

"I'm not hungry."

"Then what do you want?" Tang Heng suddenly became irritable, "What do you want, I'll get it for you."

His tone was already very unhappy, but the other party still said lightly: "I'm fine, you can go back."

"Is it okay for you to call me that?"

"Ah."

"you--"

"Oh!" The doctor interrupted the two, "You all listen to me!"

The two looked at each other and stopped talking.

"You, the wounded, must have a fever tonight, and someone needs to watch it." He turned to look at Tang Heng, "You, get him something more nutritious! Don't eat hamburgers and fries every day! There are lotus root soup and ribs." No?"

"Have."

"Right, eat more protein! Get some blood supplements!"

Twenty minutes later, the doctor put on the last bandage and said, "Don't get wet on the wound, and turn on the air conditioner when you get home—it's too hot, and it's more likely to get inflamed."

He stood up steadily: "Thank you. How much?"

"I'll charge you seventy. Fortunately, there are no stitches. By the way, I will change the dressing tomorrow."

Tang Heng leaned in front of the doctor: "I'll pay." Putting his hands in his trouser pockets, he was stunned, and suddenly remembered that the wallet was in the guitar bag, and the guitar bag was stuffed for Jiang Ya.

Doctor: "No change? One hundred is fine too! You can find it easily!"

Tang Heng: "..."

"Let me do it." He handed over a large roll of banknotes, one, five, and ten. The doctor counted for a moment before saying, "It's just right! It's 15 yuan to change the medicine tomorrow!"

When the two walked out of the clinic, he was still wearing the blue T-shirt with only the front half left, and his back was covered with white bandages, looking embarrassed and funny.It was only then that Tang Heng noticed that the four small characters "Qingwen Kaoyan" were printed on the chest of his T-shirt.

Tang Heng said, "I'll give you the money tomorrow."

He gave a "hmm", but didn't refuse, just said: "Don't worry."

Tang Heng: "Then..."

"Goodbye."

"what?"

"It's late," he said, "you go back."

Finally, Tang Heng couldn't take it anymore, cursed in a low voice, and said quickly: "You think I want to follow you? I'm not afraid that you'll be stupid with a fever in the middle of the night? Don't you think it's a pity that the number one in the Department of Mathematics is so stupid?" of?!"

As soon as the words were finished, the doctor lifted the curtain and put the garbage at the door, and said in passing, "That's really a pity."

Tang Heng stared at him angrily, wondering what was going on in this man's mind—according to normal people's thinking, since he was injured because of him, shouldn't it be reasonable for him to take care of him?

"Maybe I'm waiting for my girlfriend to care about it," the doctor poked his head out again, with the tone of someone who has experienced it, "Then don't be a light bulb!"

Tang Heng: "..." Is that so?

The two stood in a stalemate in the alley, the heat of the summer night permeated every hole, within half a minute, Tang Heng's forehead was wet, he didn't know if his wound would sweat, how painful it would be.

After a while, he turned around first, and his voice became a little helpless: "My house is dirty."

Tang Heng said calmly, "Let's go."

He followed him and shuttled through the alley again.This area is full of dilapidated low-rise bungalows, and as you walk deeper into the alley, there are no street lights. Tang Heng uses the screen of his mobile phone to illuminate the road, avoiding many sewage ditches and waste piled up on the side of the road.

He was a little puzzled at first, what is "my house is dirty" - it is conceivable to be messy, but what kind of dirty is dirty?At this moment, I somewhat realized that the house itself may be very dirty. This kind of bungalow that will be demolished in a short time is indeed dirty and dilapidated.

The person leading the way finally stopped. In front of him was a small two-story building. Tang Heng wrinkled his nose.

At the entrance of the corridor is a dump of garbage, without even a garbage bin, just piled up in the open air, and the sound of flies flying is clearly audible.There was a hole along the wall, and a few broken red bricks were scattered nearby.He went around to the side, stepped on the ladder and climbed up to the second floor, thumping.The iron ladder didn't look very strong, every time Tang Heng took a step, he suspected that the ladder was going to collapse.

Fortunately, the ladder did not collapse.He took out the key and opened the door. The wooden door was so old and mottled that there was no "squeak—" sound.

"You don't need to change your shoes," he said, "sit wherever you want."

The room was so small that his bed could be seen from the door, a narrow wire bed.When I entered the room, I saw two storage boxes stacked next to the bed, and a plastic board was placed on the storage box, and there was an open book on the board.On the other side of the bed, on the ground, is an induction cooker and a chair.

Tang Heng stood without sitting, and tentatively asked: "Is this the house you rented?"

"Well," he turned the switch on the wall, "School hasn't started yet, so I can't live in the dormitory."

There was a metallic "woo" sound above his head, Tang Heng looked up, and suddenly found that it was a ceiling fan.The ceiling fan turned slowly, and the wind blowing out was hot.

"Don't be afraid," he said, "it won't fall."

"I..." Tang Heng didn't know what to say, "I ordered takeaway."

"Didn't you bring any money?"

"You pad it, I'll give it to you tomorrow."

After Tang Heng finished speaking, he fell silent again.

"...What's the matter?" It's so difficult that he is afraid that he won't pay back the money he owes?

"I'm here," he said with no expression on his face, "I don't have that much cash."

Tang Heng said in disbelief: "200 yuan is enough."

"Originally there were one hundred, but I spent seventy just now."

"..."

Tang Heng suddenly understood why he didn't let him follow.

What's the use of following?There is no money to order takeaway; it seems that there is no need to take care of him; I can't even "turn on the air conditioner when I get home"-there is no fucking air conditioner in this crappy house!

"Do me a favor," he said suddenly, "pull my clothes... I can't lift my hands."

"okay."

Tang Heng walked up to him in a daze, grabbed the hem of his T-shirt, and slowly pulled the T-shirt off.His collarbone was sweaty, half of his not-so-obvious abs were exposed, and the other half was covered by his jeans.

Tang Heng looked away, pretending to observe the structure of the wire bed, waiting for him to get dressed.However, he didn't seem to have such a plan, and asked Tang Heng: "I'll make something to eat, do you want it?"

Tang Heng wanted to refuse subconsciously, but swallowed the words back: "Thank you, let me help."

"Then you take that pot to the toilet to catch water, and then put it on the stove to burn—is that right?" Zhi made people very happy.

"Yes." Actually, it was Tang Heng's first time doing such a thing.He seldom eats at home, and there is a nanny at home to cook, so he doesn't need to do it himself.

There was a musty smell in the bathroom, Tang Heng took the water and put it on the induction cooker.He added: "Open the sorting box above, there is food in it."

"Oh." Tang Heng took down the plastic plate first, and then lifted the lid of the finishing box—there was indeed something to eat inside.

One package of Laotan Beef Noodles with Sauerkraut and one package of Spicy Beef Noodles.an egg.

Tang Heng was silent for two seconds: "That's all?"

"I don't have a refrigerator here, so I can only store instant noodles."

"Then the egg...isn't bad?"

"should not."

"..."

Tang Heng was sitting on a chair next to the induction cooker, holding two packs of instant noodles in his left hand, and an egg in his right hand—carefully, lest he accidentally crush it.And he was sitting by the bed, shirtless, with a calm expression that was almost indifferent.

The water hasn't boiled yet, so there's really nothing to do right now.After they were quiet for a while, Tang Heng asked without words: "How much is this house a month?"

"two hundred."

"That's... quite cheap."

He said "hmm" and didn't answer.

Again.It was difficult for Tang Heng to describe this feeling, but he knew that this person was against him.Although he still came to his house with him, they sat together in this stuffy room waiting for the water to boil, and they would eat instant noodles together later - but he resisted him, he could feel it.

Why?Because he hurt him?It is true.

Tang Heng said in a low voice, "Thank you today."

"You're welcome."

"I'm serious, if you weren't here... my guitar would have been smashed."

"Well, be careful next time."

"Don't you ask why?"

"what why?"

"Why do I have to protect the guitar."

"It's expensive."

"Not expensive."

"Oh."

"My father left this to me." For some reason, Tang Heng felt that he had to tell him, "My father passed away for 11 years."

The other party was silent, and after a while, he rarely asked a question: "Why did those people beat you?"

"We stole their place, which is today's bar, 'Long Love'."

"Steal the spot?"

"Their band used to sing there, but now it's us."

"So you're going to fight?"

"Actually, I've beaten him once," Tang Heng felt a little guilty, "I broke that fat man's bones."

"Well—the water is boiling."

Tang Heng turned his head and saw that the water in the pot was already boiling, and the heat was blown by the ceiling fan again, spreading out in the room.He tore open two packs of instant noodles, put the noodles in, turned his head and asked, "Do you also put the sauce pack together?" Wouldn't that be a smell?

"Let's go." The other party said.

Tang Heng opened the egg shell again, and the egg white and yolk flowed into the pot.Fortunately, he had seen the nanny cracking eggs at home, so he knew that he should pick the shell from the middle.

The noodles were about to disperse, Tang Heng picked up the chopsticks.

"what are you doing?"

"Put the noodles apart," Tang Heng said, "this way the heat will be even."

He came over, glanced at the pot, and sat back again: "The eggs are scattered."

Tang Heng: "...ah."

"You can choose again," he said, "directly boil it into egg soup."

A few minutes later, the two each held a bowl of Laotan Pickled Cabbage Spicy Beef-flavored Egg Soup Instant Noodles, and ate with a hula-hula.The room was neither ventilated nor air-conditioned, and with the steaming hot soup, Tang Heng was sweating profusely, and his white T-shirt was drenched.But after tossing and tossing all night, he actually didn't care about these things, he just felt that the instant noodles in the bowl were more delicious than ever before - it was simply evil.

After eating the noodles and drinking the soup, Tang Heng stared blankly at the chipped bowl.He never thought that one day he would sit in such a room and eat instant noodles with a person whose name he didn't know.

By the way——"What's your name?" Tang Heng said, "My name is Tang Heng, Tang from the Tang Dynasty, and there is a balance under the cursive initials."

"Li Yuechi."

"Which yuechi?"

"The moon of the moon, the galloping gallop."

Li Yuechi.It turned out that his name was Li Yuechi.Tang Heng thought to himself, it's a nice name, very suitable for the person in front of him.

Li Yuechi got up and stood in front of the window.The windows in this room are also very narrow, with wooden frames, and the glass is covered with old dirt.

"Is that 'Long Love'?" He asked suddenly.

"Huh?" Tang Heng walked over and poked his head out of the window.This area is full of bungalows, and the view is very good. At a glance, there are dots of lights shining in the vague darkness, like a peaceful sea, with some flickering fishing lights.

Somewhere in the front right, there is a little pink faintly visible, that is indeed the corner of the signboard of "Long Love".Jiang Ya often complained about the boss's aesthetics, saying that the pink signboard was particularly unsuitable for children.

"It's 'Long Love'," Tang Heng said, "You can actually see it here."

"Can still hear it. They were singing outside one night."

Tang Heng turned to look at him: "When?"

"Half a month ago."

"I was there that day."

"Really?" Li Yuechi smiled.A warm night wind brushed his broken hair back from his forehead, and his face was very close to Tang Heng.This was the first time since they met that he had what could be called a "gentle" expression on his face.

"I went to tutor that day, and when I came back, I was very, very tired. I was standing here, and suddenly I heard someone singing—" He hummed softly, "The evening wind in the summer night blows you in my arms. Middle." Then he smiled again, as if embarrassed.

Tang Heng's face suddenly burned, and he froze in place.

"Do you know what this song is called?" Li Yuechi asked.

"..."Summer Night Wind"."

"Did you sing that day?"

Tang Heng turned his face away and said quickly: "No!"