my king

The author has something to say: I wrote Yang Yang’s short story La Lang yesterday, so it’s too late to update this one cough

I was flattered to see that a girl voted for qmq!

I have the motivation to write it down hahahaha roll around and ask for a comment~

PS, the landlord’s house has no food in stock, and it may be updated the next day _(:зゝ∠)_[It may also be a daily update, depending on the situation.

Yang Yang has also read a lot of novels in his spare time, all genres. Now he is imitating the male protagonists in the novels and pretending to be melancholy. He walked aimlessly on the main road for almost 10 minutes, feeling as if he was blown by the evening wind. It's cold.

He took out his phone and looked at it. At nine o'clock in the evening, the remaining battery was 9%. He curled his lips, thinking that the novels were all deceptive. The pinnacle of adventure in life?

It's fine if you don't have a cold.

"Sir, please give me some money, the child is still hungry and hasn't eaten all day..." A man with a child in his arms came towards him, dressed in sloppy clothes.

Yang Yang took out his wallet and took out some small change and handed it to the man.

"Thank you, thank you!" The man thanked in a hurry, and the moment he took it with both hands, he pushed Yang Yang, grabbed the wallet and ran away, and the tightly covered "child" in his hand was thrown away. .

Yang Yang staggered a step, subconsciously trotted a few steps to the side to catch the ball of bedding, just this disturbance, the man ran tens of meters away, and it was too late to catch up.

He didn't know what expression to show, he felt like a fool standing on the road with the quilt in his hands.

Fortunately, there was nothing in the wallet, and he only brought some cash out, thinking it was a waste of money to eliminate disasters.

Yang Yang was thankful that he always forgot to put his ID card in his wallet, otherwise he would be a criminal just like his little brother now.

Before, he was walking on the street pretentiously, but now he was robbed of the taxi money. The cold wind made him shiver. A necklace fell out of the quilt, and the pendant looked like a tree branch. , quite small and delicate.

He picked it up and put it in his pocket, as if he bought it with the money in his wallet, he thought, rubbing his arms and walking quickly.

It had been two hours since he returned to the apartment. He took a shower, washed roughly, and then lay down on the bed. His head hurt as if someone had hit him hard with a hammer.

He was thinking wildly, for a while he thought about why he was blowing a little wind, and for a while he thought about why the little brother in the book had never been sick and caught a cold—oh, what would a sick little brother look like? It's also quiet, probably no one will notice any difference, just like this, thinking wildly and unconstrainedly, and unexpectedly fell asleep unknowingly.

Sleeping groggyly in the middle of the night, he felt that his nose was blocked by something and he couldn't breathe well. He opened his mouth to pant, and felt a feeling of being pressed by a heavy object on his chest. He struggled a few times and suddenly woke up from the dream.

Yang Yang stared blankly at the ceiling above his head. The tension of being almost hit by a heavy object in his dream stimulated his adrenal glands to rise, and his thin T-shirt was stuck to his back with cold sweat.

However, the heaviness on his body did not disappear after waking up from the dream. He froze and moved his body a few times, making him more convinced that there was an adult man on his body.

Yang Yang held his breath and touched the TV remote control panel on the bedside table. He quickly turned on the desk lamp, turned over suddenly and threw the man on top of him to the other side. He held the remote control panel in his hand tightly to guard against him. Behavior after being awakened.

The other party was not awakened by his large movements, and was still lying on the bed motionless, as if not breathing.

Yang Yang changed to a more handy tool and held it in his hand. He slowly approached the bed. He stretched out his fingers to detect the other party's carotid artery, but before he touched the other party's skin, he was clamped and his wrist was pinched. It hurts.

The man sat up from the bed, looked at Yang Yang expressionlessly, and his eyes stopped on the mop that Yang Yang held in the other hand.

I don't know why, but the other party just glanced casually, and Yang Yang had the urge to hide the "murder weapon" behind his back before he had time to commit the crime - obviously he was acting in self-defense!

The two of them remained in a stalemate with this movement, and Yang Yang noticed that the hand holding his wrist had two fingers that were unusually long, just like the little brother described in the book.

He was annoyed that what was going on with him was still thinking about novels, but he couldn't control his escaped thinking.

"Who are you?" the man asked suddenly.

"It was you who suddenly appeared at my house, but you asked who I was instead?" Yang Yang laughed when asked, he slowly put down the mop in his hand, and kicked it to the side.

He thought, if the other party really had some intentions, a mop in his hand would be of no use, it would be more efficient to run away.

The other party also loosened Yang Yang's wrist when he saw it. He frowned slightly and didn't speak any more.

Seeing that the person on the opposite side had no voice, Yang Yang asked, "Who are you?"

The man looked up at him and said nothing.

Yang Yang thought this question was more sensitive, so he kept silent, and only hoped that the big Buddha in front of him could leave his dilapidated apartment as soon as possible, as if nothing had happened.

Probably God heard his prayer, after a few minutes the man stood up, Yang Yang couldn't figure out what he was going to do, subconsciously took a big step back.

The other party glanced at him, but there was no emotion in his eyes. Yang Yang blushed a little, feeling that he had overreacted, so he stepped aside to avoid getting in the way.

He made excuses for himself in his heart, blaming that person for having too strong aura.

After seeing off the midnight visitor, Yang Yang returned to the bedroom, feeling that the whole day had passed inexplicably.

First, he offended his agent, and he didn't know what would happen afterwards; then, a stranger broke into the house, although there was no danger.He deliberately checked the windows and door locks of the house, they were all locked, and he didn't know how the man came in quietly.

He couldn't sleep anymore, so he made the bed and folded the quilt squarely like a piece of dried tofu.

The bed was too messy before, and the nerves were tense all the time. All the attention was on the man who appeared in his apartment inexplicably. He didn't notice the blood on the bed for a while, but now that the bed was made clean, he realized that the small blood stain was very eye-catching.

Since the blood was not on his body, it could only be that the person was injured.

Yang Yang hesitated for a few seconds, then picked up the key and went out.

No matter how I behaved just now, I felt like I was driving someone out of the house. That person didn't look like a bad person. Now that he knew that the other person was injured, the guilt in his heart gradually climbed up.

Yang Yang searched all the way, and ran out of the community without seeing anyone. He thought to himself that an injured person could walk so fast, so he walked forward unwillingly, and walked to the door of a convenience store. Looking inside, I saw the man curled up in a corner.

He yelled inwardly, "Oops," and hurried in to straighten the man upright. He yelled a few times but didn't get an answer. He pursed his lips and had to "repeat the old trick" and reached out to touch the man's neck.

Sure enough, the man grabbed his wrist reflexively, but he didn't use much force. I don't know if he lost his strength, or he knew that the man in front of him was not a threat.

"Are you okay? I'll take you to the hospital." Yang Yang put the opponent's arm on his shoulders, wrapped one hand around the opponent's waist, gritted his teeth and helped him up.

Unexpectedly, the man in front of him looked thin, but his weight was not light. Yang Yang was crushed enough, and finally moved outside the convenience store.

It is already two or three o'clock in the morning, and the salespersons in the convenience store are dozing off with half-closed eyes. Yang Yang carried the man up to him without any response.

There are only one or two cars on the main road occasionally, and even if you want to take a taxi to the hospital at this time, you can't get a car.

Yang Yang had no choice but to take him back to his apartment, which usually only takes five or six minutes, but he walked for almost half an hour.

Back in the apartment, he carefully placed the person on the sofa.

Yang Yang has a lot of medical supplies at home because of his usual practice, but most of them are for relieving muscle strains, which have no effect on the man's injuries.

He had no choice but to bring some disinfectant alcohol and a cotton swab, first disinfect the wound and then wrap it with clean gauze.

The wound was on the lower abdomen, and I don't know what kind of occupation the man was. The cut was terrifyingly hideous. The cut was long, but not deep, and it was only visually shocking.

The sting of the wound with disinfectant alcohol was definitely sour, Yang Yang raised his head to see if the man's expression could still remain so calm.

"...Does it hurt?" Yang Yang swallowed, admiring the man's endurance, but he still couldn't help asking.

The man closed his eyes and said nothing.

After Yang Yang treated the wound, he planned to call 120 and send him to the hospital for a thorough examination and treatment, but he was stopped by the man.

"I'm not a professional nurse. If you don't go to the hospital, what if the wound is infected?" Yang Yang was a little anxious, thinking how this person is less sensible than a child, so he is afraid of going to the hospital.

Hearing this, the man got up unsteadily to leave, seeing the wound that was no longer bleeding open again, and the clean gauze leaked red.Yang Yang quickly hung up the phone, and stuffed him back on the sofa, "It's best not to go to the hospital."

He removed the gauze, the ointment was still stuck to it, and when he pulled it off, the wound was involved. It was the first time he heard the man gasp, "It makes you move around, it's really..." He pursed his lips, He didn't speak anymore, he was obviously angry, how can such a person make fun of his body in order not to go to the hospital.

If he doesn't speak, that person will not take the initiative to speak.

In the end, it was Yang Yang who compromised first, helped him into the bedroom and put him in a good place, and then went to cook some millet porridge.

He walked into the bedroom with millet porridge, and found that the man was lying on the bed and fell asleep, and it was already dim outside after working for a long time.

Even if he fell asleep, the man was still holding a bunch of things wrapped in a cloth bag. Yang Yang stretched out his hand and wanted to pull out the things and put them aside, but he didn't expect the other party to be so vigilant, so he opened his eyes suddenly, sober It's like he hasn't slept at all.

"I'll put it aside." Yang Yang explained.

The man hugged the thing tightly, and the bright sunlight came in from the window, he squinted his eyes slightly, as if such a faint light could sting him, which made him look indescribably vulnerable.