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That night, Shang Chu called Song Yao, and when Song Yao scolded him angrily on the other end of the phone, he responded repeatedly, "Yes, I was wrong", "I'm not a fucking human", "Yeah Well, I'm such an asshole."  …

Song Yao made a sound of "puchi", Shang Chu heard him laugh, and finally heaved a sigh of relief: "Ah Yao, I'm sorry, I left without saying anything to you."

"Come on, you," Song Yao said, "It's not me you're most sorry for, it's Bai——"

As if afraid that this name would touch some taboo, Song Yao's voice stopped abruptly.

Shang Chu lowered his eyes, walked to the window and looked out, behind the apartment building is a special snack street, especially lively at night, hot pot ice cream, Turkish barbecue, Indian flying cakes, these gimmicks are enough, the road is full of low tables and Plastic benches, bustling with people, empty wine bottles and barbecue bamboo sticks thrown all over the floor, very real fireworks.

"How is your place?" Song Yao changed the subject and asked, "I haven't been to the south since I grew up. It's almost the same as the capital?"

"It's very lively here." Shang Chu pulled the latch and opened the window, and the hot air mixed with oily smoke rushed in. He was choked, coughed twice and said, "The street is quite chaotic. It’s not very wide, and there are many people, but fortunately, it’s popular.”

Song Yao snorted: "What you said sounds like our big capital is unpopular."

Shang Chu said, "That's different."

"Come on, you traitor!" Song Yao said, "What are you talking about to repay the fathers and folks in your hometown? I almost spit out three miles when I heard this!"

"Fuck you!" Shang Chu scolded him with a smile, "I just have a fucking noble character and great ambition to get out of the mud and not be stained. You, who have low moral standards, can't understand it at all. You are very ignorant."

Song Yao was so angry that he jumped up and yelled at him again.

The two chatted for half an hour, probably everyone needs company, Shang Chu breathed in the aroma of barbecue wafting in from the window, and felt a lot more relieved.

"Song Yao." He suddenly called out.

Suddenly being called by his full name, Song Yao had goosebumps all over his body, and asked vigilantly, "What are you doing?"

"Then what?" Shang Chu touched the tip of his nose, "Thank you."

Song Yao was taken aback for a moment, then raised his voice and yelled, "Are you Shang Chu? Is it me? Didn't your account get hacked?"

"Get lost!" Shang Chu said with a smile.

Although it is not necessary to say thank you or not among friends, Shang Chu knew in his heart that Song Yao had been tormented enough during this period of time, from his identity being exposed, almost being expelled from school, being criticized and slandered, Shang Lijun Sick and in need of money, and finally with Bai Aize... In short, so many things happened, Song Yao has always been by his side and Bai Aize, carefully balancing their relationship, Shang Chu is really grateful.

"Ah Chu, there is something that I have to talk to you after thinking about it." Song Yao's voice suddenly became serious.

On the snack street, there was a couple feeding each other peanuts. Shangchu held the window frame with one hand. They ate one. He tapped his fingers on the window sill and replied absently, "What?"

"Old Bai is sick," Song Yao sighed, and said softly, "He looked for you everywhere in the morning, like crazy, and then came to your house, and waited at your door for an indefinitely long time, and came back with a high fever."

Shang Chu's fingers tapping on the window frame stopped, and after a while, he gave a low "hmm".

"You..." Song Yao carefully considered his words, "What do you plan to do in the future?"

"That's it." Shang Chu closed the window and installed the latch, "Ah Yao, he and I, we are not the same people."

"No!" Song Yao became anxious, "Why? Lao Bai is so kind to you!"

Shang Chu casually picked up a doll, teased the little bear's chin, and said with a smile, "It's just too good."

Song Yao was silent for a moment, and then said honestly: "Ah Chu, I don't know what you think, the capital has the best hospital to treat your father, and the best police station in the country is waiting for you to come to study, you and I are old The three of you don't need to be separated, I still can't figure out why you are leaving."

Song Yao couldn't figure it out, and no one could figure it out.

The best hospital, the best police station, the best friend, and the most cherished lover.

It was as if the best and brightest things were at his fingertips, and he didn't even need to pay any price, as long as he continued to stay in the capital.

Shang Chu lowered his eyelashes, fiddled with the one-piece jeans on Xiao Xiong, not knowing how to explain it to Song Yao.

Every decision he makes is made on the edge of a knife. No matter whether he walks left or right, or stays in place, the tip of the knife will cut the soles of his feet. Instead, he asked why he didn't walk faster.

After hanging up the phone, Shang Chu sat on the edge of the bed in a daze for a while, feeling that the room was terribly quiet, and the erratic feeling of being empty and not knowing where to land made him flustered, so he opened the window again, and the hawkers outside were noisy Sheng Sheng rushed into the room, realizing that he was not alone in this place, and finally felt more at ease.

Shang Chu stood by the window and looked around, but he didn't find the couple eating peanuts just now, maybe they left.

He smoked a cigarette, went out to brush his teeth, and fell asleep in the heat and noise.

The next morning, Shang Chu went to distribute a key first, and then called Shang Lijun out to the city hospital. The doctor shook his head when he saw the medical records and color Doppler ultrasound they brought from the capital, implicitly expressing the degree of There is no need to be hospitalized. I will prescribe some supplementary medicine and go back to take it, keep a good mood, and do whatever I want to do.

It means that there is no cure, and it will not be long before he will live.

Shang Chu had already been mentally prepared, and Shang Lijun understood very well in his heart. The two of them didn't have much reaction to the doctor's words, and they left after saying thank you.

Shang Chu went to line up at the medicine pick-up place, and Shang Lijun was waiting in the waiting area. Shang Chu turned around after taking the medicine, and found Shang Lijun sitting on the stool, his legs were shaking constantly, and his eyes were flicking left and right. Anxious look.Shang Chu walked towards him, and when Shang Lijun saw Shang Chu coming, he stopped shaking his legs immediately, glanced at the medicine bag in Shang Chu's hand, and asked in a low voice, "So much? How much did it cost?"

"Don't worry about it," Shang Chu threw the medicine to him, "Take it according to the instructions."

Like gold, Shang Lijun quickly put a bag of medicine into his bosom, and tugged on Shang Chu's sleeve: "I won't eat this time after eating, and don't spend that unjust money, save it yourself, you Save more money, save more yourself, save more..."

After he got sick, he became very thin, and he talked in a confused manner. Shang Chu withdrew his hand from him and frowned uncomfortably. Shang Lijun was sensitive to his son's impatience, and immediately changed his words: "Stop talking." , Dad will stop talking, you are busy with your work, busy with your work, go and go!"

Shang Chu closed his eyes, and said patiently, "Go out and call you a taxi."

"If you don't take a taxi, you don't need to spend that money," Shang Lijun quickly waved his hand, "What kind of taxi do you take? If you don't take a taxi, I will walk back. I will come here by myself in the morning. Just walk back and don't take a taxi."

He came here on foot in the morning. Shangchu waited for him at the gate of the hospital for nearly four or ten minutes before he saw him. He was wearing a yellowish white short-sleeved sleeve with the words "honey monosodium glutamate" printed on the chest, and baggy black trousers. , There is no belt at the top of the trousers, and I tied it with a rubber band that a little girl uses for skipping rope. On my feet are a pair of flip flops, with dirt hidden in my toenails.

Shang Chu has always been very impatient with Shang Lijun, Da Xia was already irritable after waiting for so long, and seeing his sloppy and dirty appearance made him even angrier.His limbs are as thin as a matchstick, but his belly is huge, and he looks weird like a creature that would only appear in a strange story. A woman holding a child next to him hurriedly stepped on him while pushing, and he immediately He spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm, scolding him viciously as an animal with no eyes, and the little animal he was holding in his hand did not end well!

The woman must be in a hurry to take the child to see a doctor. Diesheng and Shang Lijun said sorry, and ran to the hospital with the child, but there were too many people, she stumbled, staggered forward, and almost fell to the ground.

Shang Chu went up to help her in time: "Be careful."

"Thank you, thank you," the woman stood up, hugged the child tightly in her arms, and said with lingering fear, "Thank you handsome man, otherwise my child would have fallen."

"It's okay." Shang Chu took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to her, "Wipe it when you have time."

The woman looked down, and there was a mouthful of phlegm on her pants, which was vomited by the man just now.

She smiled at Shang Chu, took the tissue and left.

Shang Lijun also saw Shang Chu in the crowd, walked quickly to his side, rubbed his hands together and asked, "Are you coming? Wait a long time? I came here on foot. There was a shortcut here before. Who knows there is no way now?" Well, this is a waste of time, and I don’t know when that road will disappear..."

He smelled of sweat all over his body, and the short sleeves of the "honey monosodium glutamate" were very thin, with a hole at the shoulder and a black collar.

There were many people coming and going at the entrance of the hospital. Shang Chu looked down at his toes, always feeling that people around him were looking at them with disgust and talking about them with vicious words. He felt suffocated in the tide of people.

Shang Lijun coughed a few times, worried that Shang Chu would be squeezed by the crowd, so he stood close to his son, the sour smell of sweat rushing into his nostrils, Shang Chu took a step back like a reflex, and pulled the monk away After Li Jun's distance, the oppressive feeling of suffocation finally subsided a little.

Shang Lijun was taken aback, pursed his lips at a loss, then pulled down the hem of his jacket, trying to cover the ridiculous red and white rubber band on his trousers, and whispered to Shang Chu: "Go in, it's so hot outside, There is air conditioning inside."

Since the meeting in the morning, Shang Lijun kept a certain distance from Shang Chu. Shang Chu guessed that he felt ashamed that he despised him, but he didn't take the initiative to approach Shang Lijun.

Frankly speaking, he really thinks Shang Lijun is ridiculous, ridiculous, sloppy, and unreasonable, he really doesn't want to get too close to Shang Lijun, he really doesn't want others to look at him like Shang Lijun, he is afraid.

It was almost noon when we walked out of the hospital, and the sun was shining. Shang Chu searched on the map on his mobile phone. It was more than five kilometers from the hospital to Hongfu Road, and it took more than an hour to walk.

In this kind of weather, standing on the open ground for a while will break out in sweat, let alone walking such a long way, Shang Chu looked at Shang Lijun's deeply sunken cheeks, and thought that he just came back from the toilet, clutching his lower abdomen With a look of unbearable pain, he raised his hand and stopped a taxi: "Take a taxi."

"I'll just go for a walk," Shang Lijun was unwilling, "I'll go for a walk, I'm going to go shopping, I just like to walk..."

Shang Chu sat on the back seat one step ahead of him: "I'll go too."

Shang Lijun was taken aback, and immediately said with a smile: "Then take a taxi, let's take a taxi, it's better to take a taxi, it's not hot."

He got into the back seat, closed the door, and asked the driver to turn down the air conditioner.

The driver spoke to him and asked, "This is your son, how handsome is he?" Shang Chu looked out the window and said nothing, while Shang Lijun nodded desperately.

At the intersection of Hongfu Road, the fare was 18 yuan. Shang Chu took out his mobile phone to scan the QR code to pay the bill. Shang Lijun took out his trouser pocket and took out a handful of change notes: "I'll come, Dad has money, come here."

His stack of change bills was broken enough, they were all fifty cents paper notes. He said "Eighteen" in his mouth, right? In the stack of change bills, a few fifty cents fell out one by one, ding It rolled under the car seat with a clang, and Shang Lijun quickly bent over to pick it up, but he had severe ascites and couldn't bend down, so he had to stretch his arms to reach down.

Shang Chu keenly noticed that the driver glanced at them in the rearview mirror, with strange and defensive eyes.

He turned on the phone again: "Scan WeChat."

"Okay," the driver handed him the QR code, "Do you want a ticket?"

"No need." Shang Chu said.

"No sweeping, no sweeping," Shang Lijun hurriedly said, "I have money, so I, I will pay..."

Shang Chu scanned the QR code to pay the bill, opened the car door and said, "Pay, get out of the car."

Shang Lijun opened his mouth, holding a fifty-cent coin he just picked up in his hand: "I haven't finished picking it up yet..."

Shang Chu knocked on the car door: "Get out of the car, hurry up."

"Oh," Shang Lijun nodded hesitantly, "Oh yes, get off the car, get off the car quickly."

Standing at the intersection, Shang Chu watched Shang Lijun walk in, staggering, and his back looked clumsy.

Only then did he realize that Shang Lijun's heel was swollen, red, and swollen like a sourdough bun. No wonder he had to wear slippers.

Shang Chu's throat was sore, the scorching sun made him a little dazed, he wondered if he was too bad, he was too bad to Shang Lijun, Bai Aize was right, he had a good temper with everyone, how could he treat Shang Lijun is so bad.

Shang Lijun got tired after walking a few steps, he leaned against the wall and bent down panting for breath, Shang Chu wanted to go up to help him, but moved his toes half a step forward and then froze.

Further forward is the rental house they used to live in.

The memories there remind Shang Chu all the time, Shang Lijun is a sadist, he killed Shang Chu's kitten, and he kicked Shang Chu's mother countless times.

What are you doing with him?Why do you pity him?He deserves it all.

Shang Chu raised his eyes again to look at Shang Lijun's figure. His illness tortured him so much that he couldn't even straighten his waist.Shang Chu obtained a secret, almost masochistic pleasure from his miserable situation. His indifference, impatience, and irritability towards Shang Lijun were all revenge on Shang Lijun and his cowardly self when he was young.

Shang Lijun turned a corner and disappeared, and Shang Chu slowly lowered his eyelashes. There was an empty soda can at his feet. Shang Chu wanted to kick his feet, but he felt tired after moving his ankle, so he turned and left.

The next day he went to the Municipal Bureau to report that there were only a dozen people who came to Xinyang for internships, there was no competition, and there was no need for selection.

The leader knew that he was a student from the chief police officer, so he proudly led him around. The colleagues all knew that the chief police officer had an Omega student, and they all gave him a warm welcome. This made Shang Chu feel a little vanity Satisfied.

Immediately afterwards, Shang Chu began a life of sitting at his desk doing nothing and playing computer games.

He thought it was only the first day. Who knew that the next two days, three days and four days would be the same. Xinyang is a very peaceful place. There is nothing wrong with criminal investigation here. Drink tea and read books, and relax. Can no longer be idle.

After returning to the dormitory at night, Song Yao called excitedly and told him what kind of training class Xicheng gave them today, how famous the police officer was teaching the class, and how vivid the class was, and that next week he would give everyone a training class. Send a mentor to be in charge of one-on-one, and let them go to the front line to see if there is a chance; he also said how well Bai Aize performed. He focused on cultivating them as seedlings.

Shang Chu lay on his back on the bed, looked at the snow-white ceiling, and responded with "hmmmhhhhh".

Every night when he hangs up the phone, he feels uncomfortable and can't sleep all night. He can feel that his physical condition is not good. The blankness of the day makes him flustered, and the night is even more empty.

Finally, on the third night, Shang Chu couldn't stand the headache anymore, tremblingly found the shirt of Bai Aize from the deepest part of the closet, buried his face in the clothes, and took a deep breath.

That night, holding the shirt in his arms, Shang Chu finally had a peaceful sleep.