Words First ABO

"What did you say?"

After a few minutes of silence, Bai Aize asked.

Shang Chu put down the palm covering his face, his eyelashes were wet, as if they had just been washed by a rain.

Bai Aize knew that he didn't want others to see him like this, so he held his face with both hands, and wiped off the remaining tears on his face with the pulp of his thumbs, the movements were very light, like treating a precious vase.

Shang Chu leaned against the wall quietly, his eyes were dim, as if he was staring at a certain point in the air, but he seemed not to see anything at all.

Bai Aize's fingertips brushed against the corner of his eyes, his eyelashes trembled, Bai Aize immediately paused with his fingertips, and asked in a breathy voice: "Is it hurting you?"

Shang Chu still didn't speak.

"Achu, if you're in pain..." Bai Aize said halfway, his voice suddenly became hoarse, as if a handful of gravel had been rubbed into it, he made a swallowing movement, and took another deep breath, Only then continued to make a hoarse voice, "...tell me."

He looked cautious like a needle stuck in Shangchu's heart, and his heart throbbed violently.

Shang Chu's dilated pupils gradually gained focus, his eyes slowly moved up from Bai Aize's chin, swept across his thin lips, straight nose bridge, and finally landed on his pitch-black eyes.

He smiled at Bai Aize, shook his head again, pushed his hands away, picked up Shang Lijun who fell on the ground, and walked out step by step.

Bai Aize stood there at a loss for a long time before he could react, turned around and rushed out the door, Qiao Runan shouted "stop him" behind him, several security guards and guards outside the door swarmed up and surrounded him.

Shang Chu's back was about to disappear at the corner of the corridor, Bai Aize's throat hurt like a split, and he shouted with all his strength: "Shang Chu!"

Shang Chu paused.

Bai Aize stared at him fixedly, his chest heaved violently, but he couldn't speak a single sentence with his mouth open.

"Ah Chu, I won't chase you." After a moment of silence, he made a hoarse, slightly trembling voice, "Go slowly, don't fall, you... calm down, okay? "

Shang Chu had Shang Lijun's arm around his neck, and he turned his head with difficulty, not looking at Bai Aize.

Behind him and Shang Lijun, on the white marble floor, two rows of dirty footprints spread all the way.

He has been crushed by these footprints.

Back in the ward downstairs, he took off Shang Lijun's clothes, wrung out a towel and wiped his body clean. He was so drunk that he fell asleep, and the sound of snoring resounded throughout the ward.

"It's so noisy," the old lady next door turned over dissatisfied, "Let's not let people rest!"

"Mom!" Her son said embarrassingly, "Hold down!"

"Small! He's so noisy and you can't be told! You're a coward!" The old lady screamed, pointing at Sang and scolding Huai, "I'm half buried in the ground, what am I afraid of! You unfilial son, you, others You don't even dare to fart when you are arguing with your mother!"

"It's okay, I was wrong, I was wrong," the son repeatedly begged for mercy, "What are you so angry about, you say you old lady is really..."

Shang Chu closed the bed curtain tightly, put on rubber gloves, and took the dirty clothes that Shang Lijun had changed to the toilet for cleaning.

The underpants were so dirty that he couldn't take them anymore. He originally wanted to throw them directly into the trash can, but he was stunned when he stepped on the lid of the trash can. The snow-white paper balls inside were about to overflow, and it was time to change the trash bag.

He stared at a full dirty bucket for nearly 5 minutes, leaned over and took out the bag inside, tied the bag tightly, threw it into the large trash can in the corridor, replaced it with a new bag, and put Shanglijun's dirty and smelly suit wiped clean.

The old lady yelled again that the man in bed 21 was so full of alcohol that he stinks to death, the whole room was stinky to him, and it was a crime to be assigned to this kind of person. It's so dirty that it's worse than the pigsty in my hometown!

Then Shangchu wet the mop again and went out to mop the floor, mopping the old lady too. Her son was very embarrassed, stopped him and said: "I'll come, I'll come, how can I trouble you, brother! I'm so sorry !"

"It's okay, let me do it." Shang Chu looked down at the water marks on the ground and said.

The old lady's son was taken aback by Shang Chu's dry voice: "Brother, drink plenty of water, it's so hot and dry, your throat is down."

"It's okay." Shang Chu rubbed the black mark on the foot of the bed vigorously, "You let me do it."

The old lady's son felt that something was wrong, no one was rushing to work like him, the old lady leaned on the bed and ate cashew nuts, snorted and said: "If he likes to do it, let him do it! What are you doing!"

"Thank you." Shang Chu said suddenly.

The old lady flicked her wrist, and half a cashew nut fell on the bed sheet. She picked it up and blew it, then put it back in her mouth to chew, and muttered, "Are you sick?"

After mopping the floor, Shangchu went to wash the mop, stared at the running faucet in a daze for another 5 minutes, thinking about what else he could do, after thinking about it, he wiped the TV cabinet and wardrobe in the ward from inside to outside, After wiping, I went to mop it again.

"Brother, stop procrastinating," the old lady's son took the mop from him, "I just mopped it once!"

The mop was gone, Shang Chu's hands were empty, he was stunned for two seconds, and suddenly felt his heart beating suddenly, as if the inside was also empty.

"Delayed?" He asked dully.

"Yes!" The old lady's son stared at him strangely, "Aren't you having a fever? Why don't you go and have a look?"

"Oh, it's been delayed, it's okay." Shang Chu turned and left with a dull expression.

Shang Chu went to the toilet for a while, then stood in the corridor for a while, he really had nothing to do.

He couldn't let himself stop, as soon as he stopped, he felt uncomfortable and hurt, first it was a throbbing pain in his temple, then spread to both eyeballs, and then affected the muscles of his neck, shoulders, arms and back, as long as he stopped , he felt pain all over his body.

Shang Chu smoked a few cigarettes in the garden downstairs, and returned to the ward on the seventh floor after smoking, turned the bedside lamp by the bed on and off, turned it off and on again, took a pot of boiling water and emptied it immediately, Back and forth up and down the stairwell.

As long as he doesn't stop, he will feel better. Shang Chu feels that he has to do something, and if he does something, it will not be so empty, and it will not hurt so much.

In the afternoon, Shang Lijun was pushed for an inspection, and Shang Chu put away the dry suit. He had never seen this suit before, and he didn't know where Shang Lijun got it.

He fumbled inside and out, and found a hard card in his inner pocket. He took it out and saw that it was a business card with "Max Clothing Rental" written on it. Shang Chu followed the address to find it, and it was near the hospital. In an alley in , there was a sign at the door of a small and messy grocery store, which said, "Formal and mourning clothes are for rent, please enter."

He returned the suit, and the boss remembered the person who rented this suit in the morning, and asked Shang Chu who you were, and Shang Chu said my father.

The boss nodded and asked him, "Is it successful?"

"Is it successful or not?" Shang Chu said.

"Tsk! It's about you!" The boss checked the clothes inside and out, and crossed out the rental record on the book, "Your father said that he is going to meet his in-laws today, so he should rent a set of beautiful clothes and wear them decently. He said that his in-laws are rich, and he was worried that people would look down on him, isn’t that right, he even brought a bottle of wine from me before he left, saying that a couple of sips would strengthen his courage!”

Shang Chu was taken aback when he heard the words.

The boss continued to ask: "Hey, will your matter work out in the end?"

Shang Chu stood motionless, glanced at the shelves behind the boss, pointed to one of the bottles of liquor and said, "Here's a bottle of this."

"Hey! You two have weird tastes!" The boss took down the wine and gave it to him, "Eighteen."

Shangchu paid the bill and left. The boss leaned on the counter and asked relentlessly, "Talk to Uncle whether it's done or not!"

He didn't answer, he took the wine bottle and found an empty corner in the alley, bit off the bottle cap, and took a sip into his mouth.

The strong wine flowed down the mouth into the stomach, and the throat was instantly scalded as if it was being burned. Shang Chu gulped down half of the bottle in one gulp like masochism. He swallowed too quickly and was choked. He bowed Coughing violently with his waist down, and then the whole stomach seemed to be thrown into the blender and rolled over, Shang Chu leaned on the wall and began to vomit, the acid water that surged up seemed to corrode him, and something flowed out of his nose , his nasal cavity seemed to be stuffed with a ball of cotton soaked in water, and he felt pain even to breathe.

The contents of his stomach were quickly vomited up, Shang Chu's whole face was wet, the vomited alcoholic acid water was mixed with snot and tears, he didn't need to look to know how embarrassed he was now.

There were two seven or eight-year-old kids running past the alley on scooters. Shang Chu subconsciously turned around to face the wall and raised the back of his hand to wipe his face, but he couldn't clean it no matter how hard he tried. I went to rub it, and the skin felt like a burning pain during the rubbing, almost rubbing off a layer of skin, but it just couldn't be wiped clean.

Why the fuck can't wipe it clean!

There was a fire burning in his chest, he wanted to yell, but when he opened his mouth, he could only exhale the hot smell of alcohol, he thumped his neck, trying to make a sound, the fire was burning more and more intensely in his throat , can only make a few futile "ha".

Not long ago, Bai Aize wiped away his tears for him. His fingers were warm and gentle, and he was careful when stroking his eyelashes, for fear of hurting him.

Shang Chu's eye sockets started to hurt again, he couldn't stop, he had to do something, it hurt as soon as he stopped.

On the wall in front of him was a mess of leaflets, those who apply for certificates, those who want to seek a child with a lot of money, those who are pregnant with Omega, and those who treat vitiligo. Shang Chu stared at it for a while, and raised his hand to reveal those small advertisements. He didn’t have nails and couldn’t tear off the edges , he used his fingertips to grind it repeatedly. One Omega head portrait in the child seeking advertisement was almost worn out by him, so he changed another one and continued grinding.

The kid on the scooter came back to the alley again. The girl asked what the brother was doing. The boy said he was drunk and crazy. Let’s stay away. The girl said that the brother might have lost his way. The teacher said that we should be helpful. If you want to help him, tell the teacher and you can take the little red flower. The boy said I don’t care, but you have to help yourself. The girl said I don’t dare. safflower.

Then, the two children saw the elder brother's shoulders slapped, as if a bone had been taken out of the whole figure, and he squatted down slowly, holding his head with both hands, looking very painful.

The girl whispered, "Is he crying?"

The boy tugged at the girl's skirt: "He's so weird, let's go quickly, and I'll get the little red flower later."

The girl nodded and heard the older brother whispering something. After leaving the alley on the scooter, she asked the little boy: "Do you know that older brother? I just heard him call you, and he kept calling 'Little white'......"