street people

A warm and moist touch came from the ankle, and Sun Yanshi, who was out of his mind, was startled. His whole body shook suddenly, and he instinctively retracted his feet.

Lang Song let go of the situation, raised his head and said, "I need cold water to rinse."

Sun Yanzhi's eyes were dull, he squinted his eyes and looked at the young man squatting in front of him seriously, he raised his eyebrows and thought for two seconds before realizing that the one squatting in front of him was Lang Song, the tenant of his house.

He swallowed hard the acid water that was about to gush out, and asked in a hoarse voice, "What's wrong?"

Lang Song's eyes fell on Sun Yanshi's trembling hands, and he grabbed Sun Yanshi's wrist: "Your feet are burned."

Only after the numb pain nerves were revived did Sun Yanshi feel a burning pain on the back of his feet, like being scorched by flames.He looked down at the mess on the ground, and let out a blank "ah".

No matter how blunt the insight is, it should be able to see the abnormality of Sun Yanshi, and Lang Song directly pulled Sun Yanshi up.

Sun Yanshi was forced to follow Lang Song to the yard, and the cold tap water rushed on his feet, which made him shudder, and his confused mind suddenly regained clarity.

"Is it better?" The water pipe was directed at it for a long time, and Lang Song's deep voice sounded mixed with the sound of water flow.

Sun Yanshi bent down and turned on the faucet. After the water in the pipe ran out and the surroundings became quiet, he replied lightly, "Okay, thank you."

He raised his foot to shake off the remaining water in his flip-flops, and turned around in a muffled voice.Walking to the door of the kitchen, when he saw the puddle of instant noodles and soup on the ground, he frowned uncomfortably.

He turned around to get the broom in the yard, but Lang Song had already walked over with the broom in one hand and said, "I'll come."

Sun Yanshi nodded, hid his hands in the huge pockets of the beach pants, and walked into the kitchen pinching his thigh.He kicked the stool against the wall and sat down against it.

Neither of them said a word, Lang Song quickly cleaned up the ground, then walked to the stove and turned on the stew pot that was still plugged in, and a fresh scent of millet porridge wafted out.When he was having dinner, he went upstairs to call Sun Yanshi. Seeing that he was fast asleep, he didn't have the heart to wake him up. Before going to bed, he cooked a pot of millet porridge and left it there.

In fact, Lang Song never fell asleep, and Sun Yanshi woke up when he turned on the light.He knew that Sun Yanshi must be hungry and went downstairs to find something to eat, and he could tell that Sun Yanshi was avoiding him today to avoid embarrassment, so he didn't get up.

He thought that Sun Yanshi would be able to find the porridge in the stew pot, but he didn't realize something was wrong until he heard the sound of plates breaking in the kitchen, and got up in a hurry.

Lang Song filled a bowl of millet porridge that was still steaming. He opened the cupboard and picked up the porcelain spoon for a moment, then put it back gently. Millet porridge was served in front of Sun Yanshi.

Sun Yanshi kept his head down and stared at his own shadow on the ground, and only raised his head when he heard the movement. On the table in front of him was a bowl of golden and soft pumpkin and millet porridge.

He looked up at Long Song again.

Lang Song stood with his back to the ceiling lamp. Sun Yanshi couldn't see his expression clearly, but Lang Song asked, "Do you want to add a spoonful of sugar?"

"No need." Sun Yanshi curled his stiff mouth and forced a smile, "I woke up feeling a little hungry, if I had known that you cooked porridge for me, I wouldn't have to bother to boil water for instant noodles. Be careful to knock it over."

In fact, he knew very well that if Lang Song wanted to ask something, he should have asked him in the hospital. Moreover, Lang Song had a calm personality and would not ask him why he dropped his plate and sat here in a daze in the middle of the night, but he was very guilty. , explained it involuntarily.

Lang Song's eyes were calm, and he nodded gently: "You can't eat instant noodles yet." Then he asked Sun Yanshi, "Where is the medicine box?"

Sun Yanshi glanced at the back of his feet, shook his head and said, "No need, go to sleep."

"Is it in your room?"

Sun Yanshi really didn't have the patience and strength to deal with Lang Song, but he couldn't refuse Lang Song's kindness with a cold face, so he gritted his teeth and nodded, and replied, "In the bedside table."

After Lang Song left, Sun Yanshi slowly pulled his hidden hands out of his trouser pockets. After being bored for a while, his palms were already sweating, wet and sticky.

He tentatively scooped up a mouthful of millet porridge with a wooden spoon. Although he spilled half a spoonful tremblingly, at least he stuffed it into his mouth.

After trying so hard to eat a few spoonfuls of warm millet porridge, I finally suppressed the nausea that I felt just now, and my stomach, which was churning and convulsing, felt a little better, but the pain all over my body was like ant bites. It didn't relieve half a point, but it became more and more intense.

Rationality and uncontrollable desire are tug-of-war in the body, desire drives Sun Yanzhi's body, wanting to relieve his own pain, but reason tells him that this cannot go on like this.Just as desire was about to defeat reason, Sun Yanshi had already stepped out with one foot, when he heard Lang Song's voice coming down the stairs, he quickly retracted his foot.

He lowered his eyes and waited, but he heard Lang Song go straight to the store in front, and it was about 2 minutes later that he heard footsteps from far to near.

A medicine box was gently placed on the empty stool. Immediately, Lang Song's slender arms stretched out in front of Sun Yanshi, and placed a disposable paper cup in front of Sun Yanshi.

The mellow and sweet smell of strong wine rushed straight to his nose, and Sun Yanshi's anger, which was jumping up and down in his stomach, suddenly found a target to vent. He asked sharply, "What is this? When did I say I want you to take this!"

Lang Song was stunned, and said honestly, "I think you might need...so I poured a little." He could see that Sun Yanshi must be addicted to alcohol, and he was in a bad state, as if he was about to pass out look.Even if he didn't bring the wine, Sun Yanshi would drink it himself, and he might drink without restraint.

The thrilling scene last night is still in front of his eyes. Although he knows that Sun Yanshi should not touch alcohol at least until his gastric ulcer is cured, but alcohol addiction is difficult to control himself. Come on, Lang Song thought maybe it would be better for him to control the amount and pour a little, but Sun Yanshi seemed to be angry.

"I'm sorry, I made my own claims." Lang Song sincerely apologized with lowered eyes, and squatted down in front of Sun Yanshi again, "Put your feet out, and I'll give you some medicine."

Sun Yanzhi subconsciously shrank back a little, stared at the cup in front of him in embarrassment and remained silent.He felt that he was pathetic and ridiculous, like a vexatious child who covered up his embarrassment by complaining first, and took his anger out on innocent people.

He lowered his head in regret and shame, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, I..."

"It's my own opinion." Lang Song interrupted him, and said again, "Give me your feet, if you don't deal with them, it will cause inflammation."

Sun Yanshi didn't move, neither did Lang Song, the two sat and squatted silently facing each other.After a while, Sun Yanshi couldn't resist Lang Song's persistence, and slowly stretched out his right foot a little.

Lang Song's gaze stayed on Sun Yanzhi's trembling feet for a while. The skin on the instep was much redder than other places, but it didn't look serious. Fortunately, it wasn't a cup of boiling water poured directly on the foot.

He pulled Langyue's small stool and sat in front of Sun Yanshi, held Sun Yanshi's ankle and placed it on his knee.

Sun Yanshi was taken aback and wanted to withdraw, but failed.

Lang Song found a scald ointment from the medicine chest. It was due. I'm not sure if it will work or not, but emergency should be fine.He squeezed a little, carefully spread it on Sun Yanshi's feet, and while pushing away the plaster with his hands, he blew gently with his mouth twice.

The cold ointment relieved the hot tingling sensation on the surface of the skin, and under Lang Song's gentle blowing, the cooling feeling was even more intense, and Sun Yanshi couldn't help but wince.

Lang Song lowered his head and applied the medicine without distraction.