you're nothing but scum

I know that many people don't want to apply for a disability certificate because they don't want to admit that they are disabled. I don't want to do this kind of certificate if I can, but the fact is that I do need it.

Reality is reality, that card will get me some disability benefits, and I really need those meager benefits.

First, Liang Liang accompanied me to the Street Disabled Persons' Federation to get an application form and assessment form. After filling out the form and handing it in, someone notified me to go to the designated hospital for a disability assessment after about a week.

Song Xiuming took a day off and accompanied me to the hospital that day.

While waiting outside, I saw one or two people who had broken a leg like mine, or both.

I am a little uneasy, after all, it is the first time I have come into contact with so many of the same kind.Looking at the expressionless faces on their faces, I always feel that the atmosphere in the whole space is also suppressed.

Song Xiuming kept holding my hand secretly, and when I touched his palm, I managed to calm down.

When it was my turn, Song Xiuming squeezed my hand and said softly, "I'll wait for you here."

I nodded and walked in with a cane.

The speed of the inspection is very fast. After all, a disability without a limb cannot be faked.The inspection staff kept a blank expression all the time, and occasionally asked a question, and I felt a little uncomfortable being fiddled with.

When I walked out of the hospital, I couldn't help but sigh.

Song Xiuming asked, "What's wrong?"

I shook my head.

He said: "After a while, your leg will get better, so go to our hospital and find a rehabilitation specialist to help you install a prosthesis."

I looked at him with some surprise and said, "It's done so soon?"

"It's been a long time since your operation. If it wasn't for your phantom limb pain, it would be fine to get a prosthetic right now."

I was a little excited, but also a little nervous.I don't know what it feels like to have a prosthetic limb installed, can I really walk like before?

Song Xiuming walked up to me, pressed my shoulder, and said with a smile: "Xiao Le, you can walk like that, trust me."

I looked into the man's eyes and slowly smiled too.

Ever since I lost my left leg, he and Liang Liang have always been by my side to take care of me. If I want to say who to trust, I have never doubted his words.

I can walk like I used to.

I can throw away my crutches and put my feet on the ground again.

I don't know if Song Xiuming's words helped, but after the treatment, my mentality became much more positive, probably because I couldn't wait to get myself better as soon as possible.

Lin Yan still chatted with me endlessly during the treatment, most of the time he was talking to me about Song Xiuming's university days.I listened, although I didn't answer a few words, but I often imagined Song Xiuming's appearance in college in my heart.

Liang Liang went back to "Night" again, and as many people slowly started to go to work after the year, the number of people in their shop also increased.

Speaking of Liang Liang, since I quarreled with Lin Luo in a bad tone that day because of my affairs, I clearly felt that Lin Luo had been avoiding the two of us these two days.

And Liang Liang once again started a life of going out at night and only coming back at dawn.

I've always wanted to find a job, but the people I know around me don't have any jobs to introduce to me, and some of the jobs I read online or in newspapers are not suitable for me, so I don't have a clue for a while.I mentioned it to Lin Luo's mother by chance, but a week later she said that she helped me find a job.

The daughter of a relative she knows works as a nurse in the hospital, and they happen to have a lot of forms that need to be entered into the computer, and each form costs a few cents.

Although the salary is not good, I also accepted it. After all, I have no other choice now.And this kind of work of recording forms can be done at home as long as there is a computer at home.

I told Liang Liang about this, and Liang Liang asked someone to help him get a second-hand computer.It was a very bulky computer, not one of those thin LCD screens like the oldest ones.We put such a computer in a small room, and then I learned to type.

I haven't used a computer much, so I'm not very good at typing.Fortunately, I learned pinyin well when I was a child, and now I can type about twenty characters in one minute using the pinyin typing method.

When Song Xiuming came, I was poking the keyboard with two index fingers.

He laughed and said, "What are you doing?"

I'm a little embarrassed, after all, I'm a young man in this era, and I can't even type well.

I put away the form on the computer desk, walked slowly back to the bed and said, "I'm looking for a job."

"Internet typist?" Song Xiuming frowned, "Many of these are lies."

"No," I said angrily, "Aunt Lin helped me find a job. Her relative's daughter works in the hospital. I helped them type the forms."

"So," Song Xiuming came over, took a look at the form, and asked, "How much does such a form give you?"

I made a five with my fingers.

fifty cents.

Song Xiuming looked hesitant to speak.

I was upset and asked, "What?"

"It's nothing," he said with a sigh, "is it tiring to sit in front of the computer and type?"

"It's nothing..." I muttered, "I can't find another job right now."

"Xiao Le." Song Xiuming's voice was very gentle.

I was made more and more uncomfortable by his stickiness, so I gave him a vicious look and asked, "Why, I said I'm fine, I'm fine, I just need to practice typing hard!"

I sat back at the computer desk and said with some gloom: "I type too slowly, so I can only produce a few forms in a day."

Song Xiuming pulled a stool and sat next to me, watched my index finger poke the keyboard for a while, and said with a smile: "That's not how you type."

"How did that happen?" I was at a loss.

He came around behind me.

When his two arms stretched out from under mine, holding my two hands in the posture of embracing me from behind, my entire back straightened, and I asked stiffly, "What are you doing?"

"Teach you to type," Song Xiuming said in my ear in a very serious tone, "You see, you can't just use two index fingers when typing, your whole hand is placed on the keyboard, so you can easily touch it. to the letters of the entire keyboard, so that you can type fast after practicing."

Song Xiuming's hands overlapped mine and began to move on the keyboard.

While listening to the "cracking" sound on the keyboard, my head didn't pay attention to the style of play Song Xiuming taught me, and my thoughts wandered to other places.

I think Song Xiuming is really cunning, he clearly knows that people like me should not be taught in this way, is it on purpose?My focus is now on where he is against me.

After typing two or three lines, Song Xiuming finally asked, "Xiao Le? Do you understand?"

I nodded confusedly.

I heard Song Xiuming's laughter ringing in my ears.

I shrunk my neck, somewhat hating the feeling of his breath spraying on my neck.

Then suddenly, Song Xiuming kissed my face.

I cursed "Damn", turned around and stared at him and said, "Why are you kissing?"

"Xiao Le, I'll help you see if there are any other jobs," Song Xiuming looked at me gently and said, "This kind of job is really not very good."

I muttered, "It's nothing." When I was not working in "Night" before, I did no matter how bad the job was, although I was always fired soon after.

Song Xiuming approached and kissed my lips tenderly.

I closed my eyes and responded to him.He entangled my tongue, licking and kissing every place in my mouth little by little, sucking my two lips.

I was tickled by his kiss.

Speaking of which, since I broke my leg, I haven't done anything to relieve my desires.

I've never been in the mood.

I was aroused by Song Xiuming's one parent and two parents, and I wanted to try it with him. Just thinking about sleeping with him and letting him fuck me made me a little excited.

However, the disappeared left leg throbbed again.

The pain immediately brought my thoughts back, and I realized that I was the one who had lost a leg. To be honest with others in this way... It seemed that I couldn't do it.

Just thinking about lying under Song Xiuming in this state, my interest disappeared instantly.

Maybe because he sensed my absent-mindedness, Song Xiuming withdrew and asked doubtfully, "Xiao Le?"

I shook my head and said tiredly, "The phantom limb hurts."

Song Xiuming hugged me.

I looked at the bed not far away, and thought, with my mentality, can I sleep with someone else in this life?

I really don't want Song Xiuming to watch me lose a leg and have sex with me...

For the first time, an idea came to mind.

It would be great if I could get to know Song Xiuming before he broke his leg.

If I hadn't met Yao Jiu, hadn't fallen in love with Yao Jiu, maybe I would have stayed in "Night" forever, maybe one day, Song Xiuming would come here to see the man he saw six years ago one look.

If things developed like this, everything would be very different now, wouldn't it?

If it develops like this...everything will be completely different...

I hugged Song Xiuming back, closed my eyes, and was speechless for a long time.