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Sun Yanshi had already reached the door, but the old doctor stopped him again.

"Doctor, is there anything else?" Sun Yanshi turned around.

The old doctor took off his presbyopic glasses, looked at Sun Yanshi kindly, sighed meaningfully and said: "Excessive dependence on alcohol is also a disease, if you have time, go to the psychology department."

The expression on Sun Yanshi's face was blank for two seconds, and then he nodded slightly.

After tossing in the hospital all morning, it was almost eleven o'clock when I got home after taking the medicine.

Sun Yanshi walked into the counter, sorted out a stack of red bills from the messy banknotes that had been stored in the drawer for a long time, and handed them to Lang Song: "Medical expenses and lost wages, take it."

Lang Song looked at Sun Yanshi, only took part of the medical expenses, and said, "This is enough."

"You do the math, and if you don't have enough, you can take it yourself." Sun Yanshi got to know Lang Song quite well after getting along with him for a few days. Boy, what are you supposed to do." After walking a few steps, he stopped and turned back, "Don't show me the store, just close the sliding door."

Lang Song: "Okay."

Sun Yanshi went upstairs and went straight into the bathroom, expecting it to be a mess, but the toilet and the floor were clean, and there was a fragrance of air freshener.

Don't think about it, Lang Song must have gone home to clean up while he was asleep.

Sun Yanshi couldn't help recalling the paradoxical dream last night and his embarrassed appearance, and suddenly felt ashamed and guilty.

Although I don't remember what happened last night, it is certain that Lang Song took care of him after he came home drunk.Because what he was wearing today was not the dirty clothes from yesterday, and there was no smell of alcohol or sweat on his body.

When he thought of being picked up by an ambulance when he drank stomach bleeding, not only was he embarrassed in front of a kid, but also had to rely on him to take care of him, a nameless fire surged up in his body for no reason, rampaging through his body, disturbing him chaos.

After standing blankly at the door of the bathroom for a while, Sun Yanshi took a set of clean clothes and went into the bathroom again, washing off the sticky, wrinkled and fucked feeling on his body and heart.

Back in the room, he lay down on the bed he was familiar with, and the paralyzed hunger surged again.

When he was in the hospital, the smell of disinfectant was everywhere. Although he was hungry, he had no appetite.Now lying on the soft bed, his tense nerves relaxed, he began to want to eat crazily, anything, even a bowl of porridge.

He glanced at his phone, it was already twelve o'clock, he didn't know whether the fasting day said by the doctor was counted as twelve hours or 24 hours, Lang Song didn't tell him, and he didn't bother to get up to ask again.

Be hungry if you are hungry, you will not die if you are hungry for a day.

He threw the phone on the bedside table, closed his eyes and lay down to sleep, but the old doctor's words rang in his ears like a monk chanting.

"Go to the psychology department if you have time."

"Go to the psychology department if you have time."

"Go to the psychology department if you have time."

Look at the fart!

Sun Yan lifted the quilt impatiently and sat up again. He glanced at the mobile phone on the cabinet, and was considering whether to go out for a while, when there were three "knock knocks", the door was knocked.

The door was unlocked, and Sun Yanshi said directly, "Come in." His tone was not very good, and he didn't even notice the resistance behind him.

The door was opened, and a sweet, fragrant smell wafted in first.

Sun Yanshi looked up and saw Lang Song walking in holding Lang Yue with one hand and holding a tray in the other.There was a milky white porcelain bowl in the tray, which was steaming, and there was a water glass next to the bowl.

"What's wrong?" Sun Yanshi asked.

"Eat." Lang Song replied, "The doctor said that after fasting for [-] hours, you can eat if you don't vomit blood again. It has been [-] hours since last night." He put the tray on the table in the room , "Take the medicine after eating."

Sun Yanshi glanced into the bowl. It was a bowl of batter, which looked like lotus root starch, with frangipani flowers floating on it, and a few slices of bananas.

He couldn't help frowning and asked, "What... is this?"

"A snack to warm the stomach," Lang Song explained to him. "The doctor said that you can only eat soft food like porridge these days. You should try it first. If you don't like it, I will make porridge for you."

Langyue lay on Sun Yanshi's lap, seeing that he was not moving, she rushed to the table and filled a spoon carefully.She blew on the cool air with her small mouth, tried to stand on tiptoe, and tried to hand it to Sun Yanshi's lips.

Sun Yanshi stared blankly at Lang Yue's pure bright eyes and forgot to react for a moment.

Seeing that he didn't move, Lang Song thought he didn't dare to eat it, and explained: "This is a snack in my hometown, called Mian Granny. When I was sick when I was a child, my mother would make this for me. She said that after eating, I would get sick. Get well soon."

Staring at the spoonful of batter in front of him, Sun Yanshi couldn't help thinking of the lily japonica rice porridge his mother cooked when she was sick. Probably every mother has a delicacy to comfort her children.He closed his hot eyes, and immediately lowered his head to hold the spoon in his mouth.

The combination of batter, eggs, and bananas looks very similar to dark dishes. Sun Yanzhi thought the taste might be hard to describe, but the result is surprisingly delicious.

The sweetness and sweetness of the bananas are not too abrupt when paired with rice noodles and frangipane. It tastes a bit like lotus root starch, but it is not as sticky as lotus root starch, and it melts in the mouth.

He took the spoon from Lang Yue's hand and took several mouthfuls before remembering to ask Lang Song, "Have you eaten?"

"I've taken it." Lang Song replied, showing the medicine on the table with his eyes, "Remember to take the medicine after you take it."

"Okay." Sun Yanshi responded, and when Lang Song turned to leave, he stopped him and said, "Thank you."

After eating a bowl of noodles, the empty stomach was filled, and Sun Yanshi was dormant with rampant anger.Satisfied physically, the sense of emptiness became stronger psychologically. Sun Yanzhi clearly knew the reason for this sense of emptiness—his body was longing for alcohol.

The medicine prescribed by the doctor and the gastroscope examination report were on the table. Sun Yanshi picked up the report card and could clearly see the cardia, pylorus, and fundus of the stomach through the color images on the card.He only glanced at it, then quickly folded it up and put it back in its original position, then picked up the water glass next to it and took the medicine.

After taking the medicine, he fell back and lay down on the bed, trying his best to suppress his physical desire for alcohol.

It may be that the stomach bleeding consumed too much of his energy last night, and it may be that there is some sleeping ingredient in the medicine. After he lay down again, he quickly fell asleep, and the usual bizarre dreams did not reappear.

This sleep was extraordinarily solid, as if it made up for the lack of sleep in the past two years at once, so that when Sun Yanshi woke up, he felt unreal as if he had passed away.

He lay on the bed with his eyes open for several minutes before he came to his senses. He slowly stretched out his sleepy hand to touch the mobile phone under the pillow. The screen suddenly lit up in the dark, and it was already one o'clock in the morning.

Sun Yanshi rubbed his deflated stomach, the stomach pain was no longer there, but he was very hungry.He turned off his mobile phone and lay dry in the dark with his eyes open. After a few minutes, he still couldn't bear the feeling of hunger, pinched the bridge of his nose, turned on the light and got out of bed.

As usual, he opened the door casually, and at the moment when the door panel was about to hit the wall, he suddenly remembered that there were two children living in the opposite room.He hooked the door with his foot, then gently closed it, and tiptoed downstairs.

He first went to the kitchen to boil water, then went to the store to get a bucket of instant noodles and returned to the kitchen.

Pour boiling water into the instant noodle bucket to wash away the seasoning powder, and the rich aroma rose immediately. It should have made the hungry's salivate, but Sun Yanshi suddenly retched.

He hurriedly put the paper cover back on, and pressed another plate on it, but this didn't make him feel any better. Acid water kept gushing from his throat, almost gushing out.

His heartbeat also suddenly became very fast, and his whole body suddenly trembled as if frozen in a hot summer night.

He looked at his trembling fingers and arms with red eyes, he knew what was wrong with him, and knew that he could get the "antidote" that could relieve his pain by walking a few steps, but he wanted to control himself , he didn't want the poison to be his antidote.

The phrase "go to the psychiatry department if you have time" that the old doctor in the hospital said kept echoing in his ears, and the clear image of the gastroscopy report that made people feel physically uncomfortable kept flashing in front of his eyes.

He was constantly reflecting in his heart, he was not like this before, why did he become like this, and how could he become like this.

Various complex emotions such as fear, annoyance, and guilt swelled infinitely in the silent night. Sun Yanshi gritted his teeth and tried his best to endure. It must be able to carry it through.

However, in just a dozen seconds, he couldn't control his body and emotions, and swept his arms fiercely towards the small table. With a "bang", the porcelain plate fell to the ground and broke into several pieces, and the bucket just The soaked instant noodles were thrown upside down on his instep.

Lang Song put on his clothes and hurried downstairs. When he walked to the kitchen door, he saw such a scene.

Sun Yanshi sat motionless under the incandescent lamp in the kitchen with his back bowed and his head lowered. His whole body was surrounded by a chilling forest atmosphere.If it weren't for the violent panting and uncontrollable shaking, he would really be like a lifeless sculpture.

The steaming hot instant noodles were knocked over on his feet, but he remained indifferent as if he was not in pain.

After being dazed for a moment, Lang Song immediately walked up to Sun Yanshi and squatted down, then grabbed Sun Yanshi's ankle and shook it, throwing the instant noodles on the back of his foot to the ground.

The author has something to say:

Mianmapo is a random name I picked, but there is really a snack called egg and banana batter, which tastes great.