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There really isn't enough alcohol on the shelf.

"There are unopened bottles in the cabinet." Zhong Linyun reminded me as he looked at the alcohol.

Hearing this, I slammed the alcohol into the half-length cabinet, turned around and stared at it, out of breath.

One bottle has not been used up yet, the second bottle will be refilled.

Alcoholics aren't as greedy as you.

If you have the intention to buy new alcohol, why don't you think about how to avoid the war.

Isn't it good to eliminate consumption from the source?

Logically speaking, my look should not be threatening. I look small, and I always like to cry when I get angry. People always say that I am a child who has not grown up.

But Zhong Linyun was terrified by my tearful stare. He squatted halfway to open the cabinet, straightened up, and wiped his hands on his trousers twice in a daze.

I knelt down and opened the cabinet.

There are a lot of things in the locker, so much that I even doubt whether Zhong Linyun’s assets are able to afford so many goods, although most of them look very old, and they are money-losing goods that are sold at high prices on the second-hand market and no one wants them. .

I fumbled in the cabinet for a long time, but instead of finding the damned unopened bottle of alcohol, I even wiped it with ashes.

The dust rubbed against the wound caused by pulling out the wooden block, I shivered in pain, retracted my hand, and rubbed it twice in the palm of the other hand.

I was concentrating on pinching, when my side darkened, Zhong Linyun squatted down, and took out the alcohol from the cabinet without saying a word.

He handed me the alcohol, his eyelashes stained with blood, but his eyes were innocent, as if I was the one who needed the alcohol.

Even though my whole body was broken on my fingers.

Zhong Linyun's actions irritated me again, I almost snatched the alcohol from his hand in annoyance, and said, "Go into the room."

Zhong Linyun blinked his eyes twice, not quite understanding why he was scolded for helping, he got up resentfully, and limped into the room.

I took cotton swabs, bandages, gauze and scissors from the shelf, and walked aggressively into Zhong Linyun's room.

Zhong Linyun's room is very simple, apart from the bed and wardrobe, it's hard to find any other floor-to-ceiling things.I often wonder if there are people living in his room, and I secretly guess that maybe Zhong Linyun chose to hang the ceiling upside down and sleep like a bat. A housekeeping guy, in this way, a monthly income of [-] will no longer be a dream.

Zhong Linyun sat on the bed well-behaved, and raised his eyes tentatively when he saw me coming in, like a well-behaved child who has done something wrong.

Still angry, I went to sit next to him and rattled the cotton swab box.

I picked up the alcohol bottle and tried hard—it didn't unscrew.

I tried again, but the bottle cap didn't budge.

My face was flushed from holding back, and a few more tears were squeezed from my eye sockets.

Finally, Zhong Linyun couldn't stand it anymore, and carefully took the bottle out of my hand, unscrewed it gently, wiped off the blood stains on the bottle cap, and then put the bottle back in my hand.

Zhong Linyun once again proved my worthlessness with the facts. I held my breath in my chest and couldn't vent it. I could only vent it on the cotton swab box, almost knocking off the lid of the box.

Holding a cotton swab soaked in alcohol, I asked fiercely, "Do you have anything to tell me?"

Zhong Linyun lowered his eyes and remained silent.

In my opinion, his appearance is the appearance of a guilty conscience, and he is a typical boring gourd. No one can force him to speak when he doesn't want to.

So I didn't talk nonsense, and took a cotton swab and pressed it aggressively towards his wound.

In fact, I didn't press it. The cotton swab was a few centimeters away from the skin, and I regretted it. I stopped and tapped it down gently.

The wound was open and bloody, and I was terrified when I saw it, and my hands were shaking.

I don't have any experience in wound treatment, so I can only extract experience from the memory of the teacher in the infirmary disinfecting the wound when I was injured when I was a child.

But that experience was useless, the wound that fell out was only a little bit, and the disinfection was finished after a few taps of the cotton swab.

The wounds on Zhong Linyun's body were large and large, and there was no complete part on his hands, neck, head, ankles.

I took a cotton swab and smeared it a few times, and immediately realized that this was an impossible task. If I rubbed it a little bit with a cotton swab like this, the disinfection work would not be completed until next year.

"Tissues can be used."

While wiping, Zhong Linyun kept bowing his head.

Watching the cotton swab rise and fall, he reminded.

"Shut up." I said fiercely, "You are not afraid of the paper scraps getting infected in the wound."

Although this is what I said, I also know that if I use cotton swabs to do delicate work like this, the other wounds may be scabbed after finishing this piece on my hand.

So I split between cotton swabs and paper towels and chose cotton cloth.

I soaked a cotton cloth with rubbing alcohol and wiped it carefully with the wet corners.

I started from the periphery first, wiped off the blood on the edge of the wound, and then rubbed a little bit towards the red area where the flesh had turned.

Zhong Linyun kept looking down, alcohol splashed on the wound, he didn't respond, as if it didn't hurt.

Zhong Linyun had many wounds on his body, and the amount of disinfection was huge. When I finally managed to put gauze on the wound on his forehead and wash off the blood on his eyelashes with a paper towel dipped in water, the sky was dark and it was almost evening.

I glanced out the window and lowered my head to roll up the extra cotton.

"Do you have anything to say?" I asked again without hope.

As I expected, Zhong Linyun still didn't speak. He just grabbed my wrist, pushed his fingers away, took out a cotton swab from the box, dipped it in alcohol, and wiped it.

I hate disinfecting wounds more than I hate getting hurt.

Pain is covered with pain, and even the slightest crack can become the fear of bleeding.

I wanted to stop reflexively, but how could I resist Zhong Linyun.

When he loosened his fingers, I couldn't pull out my wrist. If I tried to force it, I might touch the freshly bandaged wound on Zhong Linyun's arm.

So I resisted twice, and in the end I could only watch the cotton swab getting closer and closer to the wound.

"When do you plan to go back?" Zhong Linyun's words came with the tingling of his fingertips.

I trembled, not quite understanding what he meant, I just gave a puzzled "Huh?"

"There is still half a month left, and repeat students should go back to school... Art students, it should be earlier." Zhong Linyun lowered his eyes, squeezed a cotton swab and lit it, "Don't you plan to go back?"

The soreness of the wound surfaced, and the sequelae of crying made my throat dry. I choked up and said, "Oh, so are you going to drive me back now?"

"No." Zhong Linyun quickly denied it.

He glanced up at me, his eyelashes drooping again.

"It's just that you really should go back."

I didn't reply, I just felt more pain in my fingers.

I didn't speak, and neither did Zhong Linyun.

He won't be the kind of old mother who earnestly persuades people to do things. He will only move me, including my luggage, to the door of the house after I fall asleep.

I can only pray that he doesn't know my address.

Although I think he probably already knows it, and even if he doesn't know it now, it will take a few minutes to find out.

Fighting and fighting, breaking the law and committing crimes are his specialties.

So if Zhong Linyun wants to use the most outrageous method to do the most reliable thing, I'm really not surprised at all.

Just come back and knock on the door for another two hours.

"Who are those people today?" I answered irrelevantly, using offense as defense.

Zhong Linyun put away the cotton swab, raised my hand, and blew gently twice.

"I told you to go back?" he asked.

"Don't even think about it." My fingers were numb for a moment, but my mind was clearer than ever before. I had a flash of inspiration, frowned, and asked abruptly, "Your father owes money again?"

Zhong Linyun didn't speak, but pursed his lower lip.

It is the default.

So it dawned on me.

Zhong Linyun's father is [-]% trash, trash in trash.

In the early years, he drank heavily and beat his wife after drinking. When his wife was beaten away, he beat his son instead.

His unlucky son, Zhong Linyun, has been bruised and purple since he was a child, and it is thanks to him.

I haven't seen Zhong Linyun's father much.Zhong Linyun wouldn't let me see him, even if I was clamoring and rolling on the ground and said I was going to play at his house, Zhong Linyun would never compromise.

It was one of the rare moments when he had a firm attitude. He watched me making a fuss with his lips pursed. After I lost my temper, he squatted down, helped me up from the ground with teary eyes, and took out two or three candies from his pocket. , as a consolation.

But he never let go and promised to let me go to his house.

I would learn that Zhong Linyun's good-for-nothing father was in debt, and it was after school. Zhong Linyun saw from a distance the group of delinquents in black clothes and tattoos changed his face, dragged me around, and hid in an alley.

I was startled by Zhong Linyun's ugly expression, and asked in a low voice what happened.

Zhong Linyun didn't speak, but made a silent gesture, pulling me tighter.

So I obediently stopped talking, and hid with him in that rancid corner for three hours.

In the end, my feet were numb, and I could only stand firmly by relying on Zhong Linyun.

At that time, Zhong Linyun was already very tall, at least much taller than me. I leaned on him softly, with my ear against his chest, and heard his regular and powerful heartbeat through a layer of flesh.

At that time, I inexplicably heard Zhong Linyun's emotions from that voice, which was the uncontrollable fear hidden under the calm shell of a teenager.

I was flustered when I heard it, trying to find a way to appease the beating heartbeat like a drum.

So I put my arms around him and patted his back lightly with the palm of my hand like my mother would sometimes do to me when I was a child.

Being embraced by me, Zhong Linyun's body froze at first, and then slowly relaxed.

He hugged me back with great strength.

I was a little hurt from being hugged by him, but someone was searching outside, and Zhong Linyun was shaking again, so I could only swallow the pain silently.

Later, the person looking for us left, and when we came out of the alley, Zhong Linyun told me that his father owed a lot of money.

"But." I asked stupidly at the time, "What does the money your father owes have anything to do with you?"

Zhong Linyun didn't speak, just looked at me very quietly, his eyes were very flat and soft, perhaps a little helpless.

That kind of look is too complicated, hidden in the memory, every time I take it out, I can taste a different meaning.

"It doesn't matter." Zhong Linyun said, "Go home."

As time passed, I was finally able to understand the churning emotions in Zhong Linyun's eyes, and he learned to escape even more intelligently.

Facing my question, Zhong Linyun lowered his eyes, avoided my sight, and spoke.

"So you should go back. This time it's just a warning. There will be more people coming next time. If they don't get the money, they won't let it go... They already know the address, and there will be more troubles in the future... Whether it's for You have no reason to stay here any longer because of your studies or safety considerations..."

Zhong Linyun seldom speaks so much. His language organization ability has always been poor. When he was doing reading comprehension in elementary school, he would always be so angry that the Chinese teacher would slam the textbook on the podium and shout "dumb".

But I am a very tolerant person, and I will not get angry because of his answer.

My teaching method is warm and humane, but a little out of bounds and a little unreasonable.

I suddenly withdrew my hand from Zhong Linyun's palm, cupped his face, and kissed him.