he has a clean freak

He calmed down at the door, but the pain on his face could not be relieved no matter what.After hesitating for a while, Yan Wangxiao walked in, carefully stepped on the clean ground, and stopped a few steps away from Liang Songying who was lying on the ground.He wanted to get closer, but he couldn't. He wanted to squat down and reach out to pull him up, but he didn't dare to reach out.He covered his mouth and nose, his eyes were cold, and his tone seemed to be frozen into the air, "clean it up and take it away."

Song Li had unconcealable sympathy on his face, "Okay." He was not afraid of getting dirty, stepped on his shoes, walked to Liang Songying's side, took off his coat and picked him up through his clothes. "Lan?" He called Liang Songying, and just as he finished speaking, there was a loud noise a few steps away, the sound of a table falling to the ground.He turned his head in shock and saw Yan Wangxiao overturned the table, turned his back to him and said angrily, "Why did you wake him up?"

"...I, I'm afraid of him..." Song Li faltered and didn't continue.

He is not strong enough to lift a big man.So Liang Songying landed on all fours, went around the armpit and clasped both shoulders, and dragged her to the bathroom.Unexpectedly, Yan Wangxiao was staring at him, and sneered, "You dare to drag him? Carry him over, don't you see any injuries on his body?"

"Oh, Second Young Master, don't worry, it's my fault." Song Li instead carried Liang Songying on his back, walked to the bathroom step by step with difficulty, and put him in the bathtub.

He was too embarrassed to look at Liang Songying's naked body, not to mention it was full of indecent traces.Hold the shower with hot water to rinse with one hand, and rub the body with the other.He felt his subordinate's body move a few times, lowered his head, and sure enough, Liang Songying's eyelids trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes.Song Li stopped moving, feeling a little embarrassed for a moment, not knowing what to say, and looked away dodgingly.

Liang Songying saw clearly that it was him, turned her head to check her physical condition, frowned, her face looked painful, and closed her eyes again.

Song Li saw that he didn't say anything, so he turned his eyes back and saw Liang Songying's long eyelashes trembling slightly, his closed eyes were wrinkled with force, and two lines of tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.He stretched out his hand in a daze, and gently wiped it away with his fingers.

"It hurts." Liang Songying said in a low voice.

"Don't cry." Song Li whispered in his ear, "I won't tell Second Young Master, he's outside."

Liang Songying's body trembled, and tears continued.

It was also the first time for Song Li to know that Liang Songying cried so much.

In fact, Liang Songying didn't care what Yan Wangxiao thought of him, and was bathed in hot water, feeling dizzy gradually.

Song Li felt that his forehead was very hot, probably because he had a high fever, and there was no response to talking to him.Song Li carried him downstairs and put him in the back seat of the car. Yan Wangxiao followed behind and watched, and sat in the driver's seat.His hands were on the steering wheel, shaking.Song Li opened the passenger door and wanted to sit in, but he turned his head and forced a word through his teeth, "Get out!"

Song Li was so frightened that he immediately took a few steps back and closed the car door.Er Shao's eyes were very painful. He stood beside the car in a daze, watching the car gallop out, his eyes full of worry and intolerance.He took out his mobile phone and contacted the private doctor, and then contacted Zhou Bei to go to the scene to check the clues. After explaining, he quickly stopped a taxi and rushed downstairs to the second young master's apartment, waiting for orders at any time.

Yan Wangxiao was driving the car in front, looking at the man lying in the back seat from time to time, his heart was full of sorrow and hatred.He drove back to the apartment with the broken Liang Songying, his mind was so confused that he couldn't remember the route, and he took a few different roads.When he galloped on the downhill road, but there was no fear in his heart, thinking about the scenes of getting along with each other in the past, tears could not help but flow down, blurring his vision.

He quickly reached out to wipe it, and then gripped the steering wheel. No matter how hard he gripped it, his heart felt weak.

I still remember, that time in the hospital, he misunderstood that Liang Songying had been robbed of his wealth and sex, and what he said was still in his ears.He said, Liang Songying, I don't want second-hand garbage.As for Liang Songying, how did he answer? He didn't speak, but just looked at him with melancholy eyes, reaching out to grab him in vain, but he avoided it again and again.

He couldn't get rid of the dirty scene he saw in that humid and hot room, Liang Songying who was like rags and garbage in his mind.

destroyed.

All ruined.

He didn't even dare to reach out and touch Liang Songying.

It took more than ten minutes longer than usual to get back downstairs to the apartment in the community.When the car was turned off, Yan Wangxiao stared blankly ahead and remained motionless until he heard someone knocking on the car window. He turned his head and found Song Li's anxious face outside the window.

"Second Young Master, what's the matter? Hurry up and send people up, Doctor Lin has arrived." Song Li's voice came through the window, as if he was out of this world.

Yan Wangxiao nodded, opened the door and went out.

Dr. Lin, who had been to the house last time, followed Song Li, who frowned and cast a sympathetic look at the unconscious Liang Songying.Yan Wangxiao's eyes were as silent as stagnant water, but he caught a sharp glimpse of the undisguised sympathy on the faces of the two men, and couldn't help but look colder, and pinched his fingers anxiously.

When Liang Songying woke up, she opened her eyes and saw the familiar wallpaper, curtains, furniture, furnishings, and the mattress and quilt felt very familiar.He was in a trance for a while before he realized where he was.He sat up, and the pain spread all over his body like a stone thrown into the water, and he had to lie back immediately, screaming loudly.

Song Li heard the voice rushing in from the living room, and immediately went to stop him, "Lan, don't get up, the injury is not healed yet."

Liang Songying's face was very pale, like a piece of white paper, and her lips were so pale that there was almost no blood.Turning to look at Song Li, he asked, "Where's Wang Xiao?"

Song Li let out an "ah", sat down by the bed, searched his stomach and said, "He sent you back for doctor Lin's diagnosis and treatment, and then he went out. I don't know where he went." He defended Yan Wangxiao: "He's in a bad mood. Well, maybe one person is sad."

"Oh." Liang Songying said, closing her eyes.After a while, he asked again: "Where is my mobile phone?"

"Here." Song Li picked it up from the table and handed it to him, "You have a good rest, there's nothing else to do."

"Hmm." Liang Songying remained expressionless, fiddling with the phone with both hands, staring at the screen.He searched for his name on the Internet, set the search condition to the last week, he didn't see any appalling news headlines related to this incident, he was relieved, and then went to Weibo to search again, flipping through Weibo for a while, Ignoring the many missed calls, put down the phone.

Seeing his gloomy face, Song Li persuaded him, "It's okay, don't worry too much, even if something happens, it will be fine. The sky is falling, and the second young master is still holding it."

Liang Songying put one arm over her eyes and said nothing.

Song Li thought that he was going to cry again, but after waiting for a long time, there was still dryness, so he relaxed a little and left the room quietly, leaving him alone.

In the next few days, Yan Wangxiao did not appear in front of Liang Songying, and Liang Songying never asked Song Li again, "Where is Yan Wangxiao?"However, Liang Songying seldom talks, doesn't smile, doesn't like to talk, and always looks depressed and dull.Song Li asked Dr. Lin if he was left with psychological trauma.Doctor Lin observed Liang Songying for a few days, shook his head and said that it should not be, his psychological quality is good, and he doesn't seem to be bothered by that matter.

Yan Wangxiao called Liang Songying every morning, noon, and night to ask about Liang Songying's situation. Song Li couldn't help asking on the night after the fifth day: "Second Young Master, what are you up to? You have rejected all the announcements. When will you be free?" Look at Lan? He seems to want to see you."

"He says?"

"I think that's what he thought, but he didn't say it out loud. He doesn't like to talk or laugh anymore. Don't you worry about him?"

There was silence on the phone for a while before he said, "In a few days."

The phone hung up.

Song Li was speechless while facing the hung up phone on the balcony. He turned around and saw Liang Songying standing behind the door, which was half opened.Liang Songying's face was still depressed and unhappy, she frowned and asked, "Is there Yan Wangxiao's phone number?"

"Yes." Song Li yelled badly in his heart. Not only did the second young master never visit Liang Songying, he probably didn't even call him. "The second young master calls three times a day to inquire about your recovery. He cares about you."

"Really?" Liang Songying asked back, as if asking casually, with a tone of indifference.

Liang Songying went back to the bedroom and locked the door.Lying on the bed and staring at the communication interface of the mobile phone, staring at the familiar phone number, a self-deprecating arc gradually emerged from the corner of his mouth.Suddenly, another itch to scratch the heart and lungs gushed out from the depths of the body, and the whole body was in severe pain!With trembling hands, he quickly took out a pack of cigarettes that Yan Wangxiao had left behind from the drawer, lit the cigarette a few times before he hurriedly lit the cigarette, sucked it in, and swallowed it.While coughing, while sad.

He used to dislike the smell of cigarettes, which were irritating and pungent, but now he smoked nicotine almost greedily, because there was only that little thing that could relieve the pain in his body.

He smoked five cigarettes in a row before sweeping the cigarettes and the lighter to the ground, and curled up in the bedding, shaking with pain.

He asked Dr. Lin what the symptoms meant.

He was terrified of AIDS.

But after Dr. Lin did a blood test on him, he found that it was drug residue, and then found a small pinhole on his arm that he hadn't noticed at the time.He couldn't forget the frown on Dr. Lin's face, revealing unconcealable sympathy, which stabbed him hard in the heart.He asked Dr. Lin not to tell anyone, and not to contact drug rehabilitation institutions for him, because he would quit himself.

Dr. Lin prescribed some drugs to ease his addiction.

He's finished.

Because it hurts too much.

Song Li knocked on the door outside, "Lan, what's wrong with you? I heard voices..."

Liang Songying couldn't quite hear what he was saying, and there was a low and suppressed whine in her throat.He felt like a helpless child, completely overwhelmed.There is no one around him for him to rely on, he can't cry out for pain, can't act like a baby, and can't complain.

Gradually, the knocking on the door stopped, and Song Li left.

The night fell outside the window, and the sky was a little dark. Regardless of the pain in her body, Liang Songying got out of bed and went to turn on all the lights in the room, making the whole house as bright as day, pure and warm like a crystal house, but it also made him His face was as pale as paper.

The darkness always reminded him of that humid and hot room, smelling the stench and sweaty hands with nowhere to escape, and the dirty cloth that came from nowhere seemed to be stuffed in his mouth, and the peculiar smell melted down the tip of his tongue. into the water.

Suddenly retching, he covered his mouth and ran into the bathroom.

There was the sound of running water and the sound of vomiting incessantly from the bathroom.

The author has something to say: I am autistic, and it will end tonight.