street people

Sun Yanshi stared at Lang Song's crow-wing eyelashes, feeling a little uncomfortable at first, but seeing that Lang Song was so focused, treating him the same as Lang Yue, the discomfort in his heart was gradually smoothed away.

After applying the medicine, Sun Yanshi immediately withdrew his numb feet.

Lang Song put away the medicine box, glanced at the untouched millet porridge: "How about I steam a bowl of egg custard for you?"

Sun Yanshi shook his head: "No need."

In fact, he couldn't taste any taste at all. Millet porridge and egg custard were equally bland and tasteless when they entered his mouth.All his attention was attracted by the glass of strong wine on the table that could relieve all his discomfort immediately, and the clasped hands kept rubbing, both suppressing impatience and showing anxiety.

Lang Song glanced at Sun Yanshi's hands, covered the medicine box and said, "I'll take the medicine box away first."

Sun Yanshi responded, and realized that Lang Song's words meant that he would come back, so he said, "Go to bed early."

Looking at Sun Yanshi's pale face under the light, Lang Song hesitated and said, "Are you alone... are you really okay?"

The answer was "nothing", but the slow reaction made Lang Song's words clear in Sun Yanshi's mind twice, his tongue seemed to be tied, and he couldn't say those two words smoothly.

"How about... just wait for me for a while." Sun Yanshi swallowed his Adam's apple, and finally said what was in his heart.

"Okay." Lang Song walked two steps, then turned back, "Eat something, or your stomach will hurt again."

"Ah."

The sound of Lang Song's light steps up the stairs sounded, and Sun Yanshi slowly stretched out his trembling hand. Instead of taking the spoon, he held the paper cup that Lang Song gave him, and he didn't even have a second to think about it. There was none, so he couldn't wait to pick up the glass, raised his head and poured the strong wine in the glass into his mouth.

He is like a fish that has been bouncing on the shore for a long time without water, crazily absorbing the source of life, raising his head and opening his mouth of desire, wishing to stick out his tongue and lick around the wall of the cup.

There was only one cup of wine in the bottom of the paper cup, and the tip of the tongue was already mixed with saliva. Sun Yanzhi swallowed his Adam's apple calmly, restraining the desire to stick out his tongue.

A shallow sip of wine, like a panacea, quickly relieved many of Sun Yanzhi's physical discomforts.

However, after the physical discomfort was relieved, the inner sense of guilt and shame began to haunt me, perhaps mixed with a little fear of death.

The blood in the toilet and the color endoscopic picture on the report came back before his eyes again. Sun Yanshi gritted his teeth, crushed the paper cup in retaliation, held it tightly in his palm, and threw it into the trash can at the door.

It was only two meters away, and he couldn't make it right.The paper cup hit the edge of the trash can, jumped to the ground, and rolled to the feet of Lang Song who had just walked to the door.

Lang Song bent down to pick it up and threw it into the trash can.

Sun Yanshi looked away in frustration, and began to drink porridge sullenly.

Lang Song didn't say a word, and sat against the door with Lang Yue's special stool.

After eating half a bowl of porridge, Sun Yanshi wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, and suddenly said, "Did you hear what the old doctor said to me at the hospital yesterday after I went out?"

Lang Song was stunned for a moment, and answered honestly: "No."

Sun Yanshi was startled, and turned to look at Lang Song. The young man was looking at him upright, showing no signs of lying.He withdrew his gaze and figured it out in a moment.

Lang Song didn't hear it, but guessed it through observation, so when he was in pain, he poured him some wine at the right time.In order to set up a stall, Lang Song searched the surroundings silently. How could he fail to see through such a keen insight, and he himself never concealed his living habits from the beginning to the end.

"I……"

"you……"

They were silent for a while, and the voices of the two resounded at the same time in the silent night.

Lang Song wanted to ask Sun Yanshi if the porridge was cold, but it was just nonsense, so he pursed his lips and waited for Sun Yanshi to speak.

Sun Yanzhi stirred the sticky millet porridge aimlessly, and waited for a while, seeing that Lang Song had no intention of opening his mouth, he said, "You can see, I'm a person who can't drink without wine." A living drunk."

There was a flash of astonishment in Lang Song's eyes. After Sun Yanshi woke up from the hospital, he had been deliberately avoiding his sight. Of course he knew that the other party was feeling uncomfortable because he had drunk too much and went to the hospital, so he tried his best to Avoid making the other person uncomfortable.But he didn't expect that Sun Yanshi would suddenly take the initiative to talk to him about this, and he didn't know how to answer for a moment.

But Sun Yanshi didn't need him to respond, he raised his brows and continued with a sneer: "It's not an ordinary drinking habit, it's a kind of pathological need. In professional terms, it's - Alcohol Dependence Syndrome, it should...it should be A mental disorder."

Lang Song straightened up unconsciously, rubbing his hands awkwardly.

After getting along for so many days, he could indeed see Sun Yanshi's dependence on wine from many details.For example, when Sun Yanshi smokes, the hand holding the cigarette always trembles uncontrollably; Sun Yanshi is very thin and has little strength; The abnormality will disappear quickly after taking a sip of wine.

Compared with drinking water, Sun Yanzhi obviously drank much more.

Sun Yanshi never shy away from drinking in front of him, so he can always see it, and he can see some clues when he looks at it.Although he was a little worried that Sun Yanzhi would drink badly if he continued like this, he thought it was just alcohol addiction, and he didn't realize that alcoholism was actually a mental disorder.

Sun Yanshi paused for a moment, looked up at Lang Song and said again: "I drink every day. Drinking is the first thing I need. I don't care about drinking. I know that continuing to drink will hurt my stomach and liver and seriously damage my body. But it’s hard to control myself, and I can’t control the craving for alcohol at all. Once I stop drinking, there will be withdrawal reactions for a few hours at most, such as shaking, sweating, vomiting, etc., just like what I did just now. If it is a little more serious, it may be Convulsions, fever, or delirium."

"I'm sorry, just now I..." Lang Song was at a loss, and his voice trembled a little. It turned out that the alcohol addiction he thought was a withdrawal reaction, and it was so serious. He glanced at the crushed paper cup in the trash can and blamed himself Said, "I shouldn't have taken the initiative to give you wine, I don't know..."

"What are you sorry for?" Sun Yanzhi laughed and interrupted him, "It's because you brought me wine that I'm better now. Even if you don't bring it to me, I can't help myself to get it of."

This is the truth, he has never successfully restrained himself, it's just a matter of time, when he feels guilty and ashamed, he can endure it a little longer, otherwise he will soon throw away his armor and give up his armor, like a coward The same as losing your mind in front of alcohol.

Sun Yanzhi's voice did not fluctuate, and his expression was calm, but there was an undisguised depression in his dark pupils.

Lang Song didn't get out of the stunned state for a long time. It took a long time for him to be brought back to his senses by a gust of cool wind. He took a deep breath and subconsciously lowered his voice: "Why..."

At the same time, Sun Yanshi suddenly slapped his hands on his thighs, stood up and said, "Hey, why am I telling you this, just treat me like a drunk in the middle of the night." He shrugged and waved to Lang Song, "You You have to get up early tomorrow and go to bed."

Lang Song's voice was suppressed by Sun Yanshi's voice in this way, and the remaining half of the sentence could be uttered smoothly. He moved his lips to continue asking, but Sun Yanshi had already picked up the bowl and walked to the sink Before turning on the faucet.

Sun Yanshi rinsed the bowl and put it in the cupboard. When he turned around, he saw Lang Song standing at the door and looking at him, hesitant to speak.

"Aren't you going back to sleep?" Sun Yanshi raised his eyebrows, "It will be dawn in a few hours, don't you have to get up early and go out of the stall?"

Seeing that Sun Yanshi didn't want to continue the topic just now, Lang Song had no choice but to ask him: "Brother, are you still sleeping?"

Sun Yanshi glanced at the cigarette case on the table: "I'll go upstairs after I smoke a cigarette, go to sleep."

Lang Song nodded and turned around. After taking two steps, he turned around and looked at Sun Yanshi worriedly.

Sun Yanshi knew what he wanted to say, so he snorted and said, "Don't worry, I'm much better, and I won't steal the wine."

Lang Song turned around and went upstairs.

Sun Yanshi picked up the cigarette case only to find that he hurried downstairs and forgot the lighter. He didn't bother to go to the store to get it, so he turned on the gas stove and lit the cigarette.Then he sat on the low stool that Lang Song had just sat on, and leaned against the door frame to smoke.

The light from the kitchen passes through the door and shines on the courtyard, extending a fan-shaped light strip.

Sun Yanshi stared at the concrete floor silently, listened to the small insects chirping, took a deep breath of the cigarette, and then exhaled heavily.

The author has something to say:

Drinking hurts your body, daba.

When a person forms a fixed drinking pattern, such as drinking in the morning and drinking at dinner, he is already alcohol dependent. The degree of dependence is different, and the clinical manifestations are also different. Some people can quit by their own willpower, while others can not. Medical means are needed to get rid of it.