Too much

No accident, Shen Zeming was really late to go back.When he entered, there was the sound of cutting vegetables and cooking in the kitchen. The TV in the living room was on, playing a sci-fi movie that he once wanted to watch. Shen Zelin was sitting on the sofa, digging watermelon with a spoon to eat.

Hearing the sound of closing the door, Shen Zelin turned his head and glanced at Shen Zeming, then looked down coldly at the plastic bag in his hand.

Shen Zeming didn't look at him, he held on to the shoe cabinet to change his shoes and planned to enter the room.

However, Shen Zelin shouted at Song Lan who was cooking in the kitchen, "Mom, the white-eyed wolf is back."

The sound of chopping vegetables in the kitchen stopped suddenly, followed by the clang of the kitchen knife hitting the cutting board.

Song Lan stepped on her slippers and came out. She looked Shen Zeming up and down, scolded with a downcast face, "Where the hell did you go? You can't even do this well, don't eat tonight." gone."

Shen Zeming stood beside the shoe cabinet with his head down and didn't speak.

Song Lan was still angry, and when she saw the big hole in Shen Zeming's school uniform pants, her face turned ugly again, "The money for buying your school uniform this semester is gone, don't expect us to pay for you to buy a new one."

"No need." Shen Zeming said in a low voice.

Song Lan rolled his eyes at him, "It's best not to use it."

The pot in the kitchen was still boiling soup, Song Lan hurriedly went back to look at the pot after scolding everyone.Shen Zeming had no intention of going to help, and he was used to Song Lan's scolding, but his mood was a little depressed.

Carrying the plastic bag back to the room and closing the door, Shen Zeming put the bag on the small desk, opened the bottom drawer of the closet, and found the soda biscuit hidden here a long time ago.

Probably after entering junior high school, Song Lan rarely punished him for not having lunch.These soda biscuits were stored by him a long time ago to prevent starvation. They are the cheapest family special packages that are sold at discounts in supermarkets. Some of them may have expired by now.

But Shen Zeming didn't care, he took out a package, tore off the package, walked to a chair and sat down.

His desk is very small, and a plastic bag occupies almost the entire area. Except for an old-looking desk lamp, there are no other superfluous things on the desk.While eating, Shen Zeming opened the plastic bag and took out the alcohol and cotton swabs and put them on the table.

After thinking for a while, he put down the biscuit bag, picked up the box of Yunnan Baiyao, held it in his hand and looked at it carefully for a while, then removed the packaging box, took out the medicine and alcohol swabs and put them neatly together.

Looking at these three things, Shen Zeming picked up the biscuit again and ate it.

At this time, Song Lan's voice calling for dinner came from outside, Shen Zeming stopped chewing for a while, took out a pair of old headphones from the belly of the table and inserted them into the same old MP3, picked out a favorite music and played it.

The cheerful intro of the song covered the voices outside, Shen Zeming closed his eyes, and the image of Qi Jingchen helping him fight, buying medicine for him, and prescribing medicine for him unconsciously appeared in his mind.

He opened his eyes, and on the small desk were the alcohol, cotton swabs and spray that his new friend Qi Jingchen bought for him. He remembered that when we parted, Qi Jingchen said he wished him a happy weekend.

Thinking of this, Shen Zeming held his lips, and the bad emotions caused by Song Lan and Shen Zelin didn't seem so unbearable anymore.

He wolfed down the biscuits, took a gulp of cold water, treasured the alcohol and spray into the desk drawer, and opened his schoolbag.

He didn't do well in the midterm exam, and there were a lot of wrong questions in each subject. In addition to the weekend homework and the midterm summary requested by old man Li, the task was quite arduous.Among a pile of test papers full of red crosses, Shen Zeming sighed, and began to write in the language with the fewest wrong questions.

It was getting dark in the blink of an eye, and his shoulders and neck were sore from sitting at his desk for a long time. I don't know if it was because of sitting for too long, and the injury on the back of his waist began to ache.

Shen Zeming put down his pen and turned his neck, hesitated for a moment, opened the drawer and took out the spray, twisted his body to check the situation on his waist with the help of the light that was not too bright.

It was about the same as he estimated, there was a piece of bruise, probably kicked to the bone.He pulled off the cap of the spray, sprayed it on the wound three times according to the instructions, and then rubbed it with his hands.

The smell of the spray was a bit strong, Shen Zeming stood up and pushed open the window, trying to disperse the pungent smell.

The evening breeze in H City was cool and refreshing, with the unique sea water moisture of the city near the sea, he couldn't help but open his arms and let out a long sigh of relief.

Shen Zelin broke in at this moment.

He seldom entered Shen Zeming's room. As long as Shen Zeming could remember, he knew that this nominal younger brother had a lot of hostility towards him, and the look in his eyes was either disgust or disgust.

Shen Zelin suddenly opened the door and barged in. Shen Zeming was also a little dazed. He froze for a few seconds and asked, "What's the matter?"

Shen Zelin didn't answer, his face was gloomy, and the hatred in his eyes was so intense that he stared at Shen Zeming with hairs.

Just when Shen Zeming couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to drive him out, he saw Shen Zelin slamming the door shut, staring around, and then started rummaging through boxes and cabinets to find things.

No one likes this feeling of privacy being violated, and Shen Zeming is no exception. He frowned and walked over to stop Shen Zelin, scolding: "What are you doing? I don't have your things here."

Shen Zelin snorted coldly, "Everything in this room belongs to my house, what right do you have to stop me?"

After speaking, he pushed Shen Zeming away hard and continued to rummage through things.

He violently opened the drawer of the small desk, paused for two seconds, grabbed the alcohol swab and spray placed in the innermost part, and turned his head to look at Shen Zeming.

Shen Zeming didn't know what he wanted to do, but subconsciously felt that the things Qi Jingchen gave him should not be touched by Shen Zelin, so he got up from the ground and walked over to grab the things from Shen Zelin's hands.

In the next second, Shen Zelin sneered and threw these things down the open window.

Shen Zeming froze in place for a moment, then hurried to the window the second he came back to his senses, leaned out and looked down, the spray exploded when it fell to the ground, and the cotton swabs and alcohol were nowhere to be found.

At that moment, Shen Zeming felt that all the blood in his body rushed to the top of his head at this moment, making his legs and feet weak.

This was the first time he got angry with Shen Zelin.No matter how much Shen Zelin treated him too much before, he never felt so angry, this was the first time.

"What are you doing?" He stepped forward a few steps and grabbed the lapel of Shen Zelin's chest, shouting, "Why throw my things?"

Shen Zelin stared at him provocatively, with a very contemptuous tone: "I've seen it all, what Qi Jingchen bought—" "You, no, deserve it!"

Shen Zeming's rationality fell apart at this second, and when he realized it, Shen Zelin had already been pressed to the ground by him and his face was covered in blood.But it wasn't enough, as soon as he thought of Shen Zelin's insolent appearance throwing things out, he wanted to kill him.

Hearing the movement, Shen Ming and Song Lan broke open the door and rushed in. Seeing the miserable state of their son, Shen Ming didn't even want to kick Shen Zeming on the back, while Song Lan squatted down to check Shen Zelin's injury.

Because of a blood disease, Shen Zelin couldn't bleed easily, and in severe cases, his life was even in danger.Seeing Shen Zelin's nosebleed, Song Lan panicked, hugged Shen Zelin and cried.

It was still Shen Ming who still had a bit of reason, and hurried out to get tissues and things to stop the bleeding.

No one cared about Shen Zeming, thinking of the things Shen Zelin threw down the stairs, he wiped his face viciously, avoided Song Lan and ran out of the house.

However, it was only nine o'clock in the evening, and there were still many people walking and walking their dogs in the community. The night wind blowing in the face was mixed with a faint fragrance of lilies, which temporarily cleared Shen Zeming's mind.

He stood downstairs, slowly loosened his clenched fists, and walked along the flower bed outside the building to the place where things were thrown down.

The room is on the third floor, not very high, but it is enough to smash a bottle of aerosol into pieces.The body of the bottle was split in half, and the medicinal liquid inside was soaked on the ground, and the pungent smell could still be smelled close to it.

Shen Zeming picked up the cracked bottle at a loss, trying to restore it to its original appearance, but how could it be possible?After trying several times, the cracked fragments were still lying in his hand like that.

Shen Zeming sniffed, suddenly aggrieved, he buried his head between his legs, his shoulders shrugged slightly.

After an unknown amount of time, voices could be heard faintly nearby. Holding the fragments, he stood up and began to search for the remaining alcohol and cotton swabs.

Fortunately, there are very few flowers and plants planted here. With the help of dim street lights, he found the alcohol half-sinked in the mud and the cotton swab bag on the branch under a short tree.

Shen Zeming breathed a sigh of relief, he looked up, his room was pitch black, if he went back now, Song Lan and Shen Ming didn't know how to beat and scold him.

He found a random place downstairs to sit, and didn't stand up until all the people who went downstairs for a walk went home and most of the lights went out, then he got up and walked back.

Unexpectedly, the house was pitch dark, Song Lan, Shen Ming and the others were not there, probably sending Shen Zelin to the hospital.

Shen Zeming turned on the light in the living room and saw the bloodstains extending from the door of his room to the gate. He was stunned for a while, but he felt an inexplicable pleasure in revenge.

For the next two days, Shen Ming and Song Lan did not come back.When he went downstairs to throw out the trash, he heard the grandmother upstairs say that Shen Zelin's condition was not very good, and that Song Lan and his wife had been busy in the hospital for the past two days.

Shen Zeming suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

On Sunday night, when he came back from self-study next night, he saw Shen Ming sitting in the living room with a serious expression.Seeing Shen Zeming, Shen Ming's expression instantly became a little speechless, as if he didn't want to say more but had to.

"Because of you, Lin'er's illness has relapsed." Shen Ming's eyes were cold, "The operation will be performed tomorrow morning, and I will pick you up then."