The enemy has a crush on me

Yin Luo walked into the room, put the child on the bed, took the dry towel handed over by Qingze, wiped his hair, put it on his body, and said thank you.

His lips were whiter than paper, his fingertips were colder than Qing Ze, which was blown by the cool breeze in the middle of the night, a large piece was missing from the hem of his clothes, and he looked very haggard.

Qing Ze said: "Don't you have anything to say?"

Yin Luo said: "Someone in the village has returned to eating Shenguiwan."

Qing Ze stopped breathing, thought for a while, walked to the entrance of the room and closed the door, turned around and sat opposite Yin Luo.

"Then what?" he asked.

Yin Luo frowned, pursed her lips, and shook her head.

Qing Ze said stunned: "It's actually dead."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a soft knock on the door that had just been closed.

dong dong dong.

Qing Ze stopped and looked towards the door.

Through the wooden door, Ah Lin spoke with a sleepy voice: "Brother Qingze, is Brother Yin Luo back?"

Qing Ze pressed Yin Luo's hand, shushed him, and said to the door: "Brother Yin Luo is asleep, everything is safe, don't wake him up."

Ah Lin seemed to be wondering why Yin Luo had already fallen asleep and Qing Ze hadn't returned to his room. He hesitated outside the door for a while, but couldn't think of a reasonable question to ask, and said, "Then I'm going back." , Brother Qingze, good night."

Qing Ze said: "Good night."

After he said that, he listened intently for a while, and when he heard Ah Lin's footsteps disappearing into another bedroom, he got up and lit a candle, and looked at the child Yin Luo carried back.

The child looked about seven or eight years old, his body was covered in mud, and there were two thin tear stains on his dusty face.

Yin Luo said: "His parents come to get the medicine every day."

Qing Ze said: "But you didn't come today?"

Yin Luo looked sad, shook his head, and said, "I'm here today too."

The couple came early every time, and the whole family was neat and tidy, and they looked very loving with their children in their arms.No one knows when they started eating Shengui Wan again. If it wasn't for the backlash due to the conflict between the two drugs today, maybe they still have a little luck in their hearts that they can get rid of drug addiction and start a new life.

Tempted by corruption and greed, they yearn for light and redemption.

They are the ones who resume eating Shenguiwan, and they are the ones who line up to get the antidote every day before dawn.

It is neither able to give up human desires, nor is it willing to degenerate completely.The antidote, which was taken on time and in the right amount by most of the villagers, became their life-threatening talisman instead.

Yin Luo came out of that house and found that the doors of every house were closed.

— and nothing has changed for the better.

After all these years, nothing has changed for the better.

Maybe it was stimulated by the previous picture, his mind was in a mess.

The emotions are still not under control, and the body can't bear the momentary mana condensed by the fingertips before. It seems to be under the pressure of Wanjuntai Mountain. It is so heavy that it almost exhausts all the strength in the whole body just to support it. Every step is difficult.

The skin of a human being is useless after all, not to mention that this skin has already been tattered.

After walking a few steps, I saw a spring flowing by the side of the village.

He moved to the edge of the spring, wanting to squat down and scoop up a handful of water to wash his face. When he saw the reflection rippling in the waves, his eyes went dark, and he fell into the water, making a huge and dull "boom".

The water splashed high and fell back into the pool.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself lying on the boulder by the spring, his back hurting from the beating of the water.

His hands and feet seemed to no longer be his own, clumsy and stiff beyond control.Fortunately, he also suffered many injuries, large and small, under the training of the late emperor in his early years, and he is already used to this feeling of powerlessness when his vitality has not recovered, and he is more grateful for surviving again than panic about the deterioration of his physical condition.

It took Yin Luo a lot of effort to barely turn over, then moved his position, and found a relatively dry position on the boulder to lie on his back.

The sun was shining brightly in the sky, and the white clouds were floating around. It was a very good weather.

He smelled the bloody smell on his clothes which was enhanced by the sweet spring water, took a few breaths, and gradually returned to his senses.

The body is still trembling/shuddering slightly.

After the strange hyperactivity/excitement faded away, the whole body was limp, weak and dull.

Every joint seemed to have been knocked with a drill, and it was shattered into his body piece by piece.

He rested for a while, feeling some strength in his body, and slowly climbed up while supporting the boulder on the shore.

There were still blood stains that could not be washed off at the corner of the clothes. Yin Luo found a sharp stone, made a cut, tore it open forcefully, and threw it into the pool.

The blood-stained black hem sank to the bottom of the pool without any struggle.

He was emotionally unstable just now, and he couldn't even control himself. He left the child at the home where his parents died. He had to pick him up before the child woke up.

"So, this couple is a lesson for all the villagers who take the antidote and eat Shengui pills at the same time."

Qing Ze thus concluded.

He looked at Yin Luo who was wet/wet/wet all over, and said again: "Then what about you?"

Yin Luo was stunned for a moment before he understood what Qing Ze was asking, and said: "I... fell into a puddle on the way back, and wasted some time."

"Be more careful in the future." Qingze sighed after finishing speaking, and said to himself, "I don't know how many people in this Longxia Village secretly resume eating Shengui Wan."

I only hope that this couple is a special case of swinging left and right, and give a bloody warning to those villagers who waver.

Seeing that Yin Luo didn't answer, Qing Ze sat quietly for a while, raised the candle lamp, turned around and said, "I'm going back first."

Yin Luo said: "Song Qingze—"

Yin Luo said: "When I came out, the road was empty and there was no one there."

Except for the three antidote stalls they set up at the other end of the village, people came and went, the streets in the supposedly prosperous village were empty, the doors were closed, and it looked like they were not living a good life at all.

Qing Ze stopped.

The road was empty and there was no one there.

He thought about it, and felt funny and ironic in his heart: "So they all went back to eating."

This should be a question, because he already had an answer in his heart, so it sounded more like a statement.

They all relapsed.

Obviously once had hope, obviously worked hard to pursue hope.

Obviously weak and tenacious to survive.

Obviously cherish this ordinary and short life very much.

After all, help the weak and incompetent guy.

It's a hopeless world after all.

It doesn't matter whether it's a huge village, the whole world, or the upper and lower three realms.

Nothing has really changed since the prehistoric times.

So he said long ago that pity is the cheapest and stupidest thing.

Natural selection, survival of the fittest.It is conceited, foolish and naive for anyone to think that he can save others who have nothing to do with him.Yinglong's lessons learned from the past, he should have learned his lesson long ago, maybe it is because he has lived in comfort for too long that he is obsessed with ghosts and devotes himself to such children's tricks.In the end, so much of his time was wasted, and it was unsurprisingly in vain.

That Ah Lin wasn't stupid enough by himself, he even pulled him to be stupid together, which almost ruined his reputation for the rest of his life.

Yin Luo couldn't see his expression, and didn't know how to discern his emotions from his usual sarcasm tone, so he was silent for a long time, and said: "Don't be sad."

It was rare for Yin Luo to soften his voice, and it sounded kind of jerky and gentle.

Qing Ze blinked his eyes, wanted to say that he was not sad, but couldn't even pull the corners of his mouth.

The child sleeps until the next morning before waking up slowly, with a dazed expression and has not yet recalled what happened yesterday.

Ah Lin served a bowl of ginger soup and fed the child little by little, stroking his back to calm down his slowly collapsing emotions as he remembered what happened yesterday.

The last thing his father did before losing his mind was to push him out, and no matter how hard his mother bit him, he couldn't release the lock blocking the deadbolt.

He sniffled, looked up at Ah Lin, and asked with red eyes: "Will I become like that too?"

Ah Lin coaxed him: "No, no."

Perhaps because of the news of the tragic death of the boy's parents, the villagers who took the Shengui Pill stopped coming to pick up the medicine one after another.They returned to the arms of the drug, mad like starving people who have starved for many days, because they no longer longed for salvation.

It is the carnival of the end, the exile of self.

The will crawled on the ground and surrendered to Miyue.

On the last day before the full month, there was no one in front of the medicine stall, and the smell of corpses in the village was overwhelming.

There was a rustling sound from every house, and one after another fell silent forever.

The boy was delirious, his eyelids were blue, he didn't eat or drink, he pulled Ah Lin's cuff and begged him to give him a little Shenguiwan.

"Let me take a sip... woo woo... take a sip..."

His saliva flowed down, his tears flowed down, his nose also flowed down, and his arms were covered with claw marks from his own claws.

"I won't eat it... just taste it..."

Sitting aside, Qing Ze heard Ah Lin repeating over and over again: "It's fine to bear with it for another day."

Seeing that he could not show weakness, the boy turned his face again in an instant, opened his mouth and bit A Lin's arm fiercely: "Give it up! Give it up! Give it up! Give it up! I'll kill you! I'll kill you!"

Qing Ze frowned, covered his ears, and turned his face sideways.

After a while, the medicine seller came slowly from afar.

He is the only villager who came today.

Qing Ze drew a circle on the notebook, picked up the medicine bottle, and handed it to him.

The drug seller didn't pick it up.

Qing Ze raised his head.

The medicine seller was unshaven, he hadn't shaved for several days, his eyes were dark, his pupils were green, his expression was depressed, and he staggered like a walking corpse when he walked.He looked at the yelling boy for a long time, then shifted his gaze to Qing Ze, licked his dry and chapped lips, pointed to the boy and asked, "How is this kid?"

Qing Ze said: "Get through today, tomorrow will be fine."

The drug seller's hollow eyes lit up, as if he was very happy.

He wanted to hold the child's hand, but the red-eyed boy scratched a long wound.

"Great," he said, "Great."

It was simply the best news he had ever heard in his life.

Qing Ze said: "Here, take this bottle of medicine back and give it to your mother, and tomorrow she will be able to completely quit the drug addiction."

The medicine seller said, "My mother is dead."

There was no sign of sadness in his expression, and his tone of voice was normal.Qing Ze looked at him intently and found that he was wearing a brand new dress with a thin piece of bamboo embroidered on it.

His body was already as thin as a bamboo.

Qing Ze said: "Then you can eat by yourself."

If he still can't see that the drug seller has become addicted to drugs at some point, then he is blind.

The drug seller shook his head: "I'm not here to get the medicine."

Qing Ze looked at him expressionlessly, the porcelain bottle in his hand cracked slightly due to the sudden increase in pressure from his fingertips.

Sure enough, the drug seller said, "I'm here to say goodbye."

After saying this, he looked behind Qing Ze, a little puzzled: "Why didn't you see that black-clothed guest."

Qing Ze said: "He went into the water a few days ago, got cold and recuperated indoors."

The drug seller smiled: "So, you sons from the city are pampered and pampered, not as strong as us villagers. The spiritual spring in the village has a constant temperature all year round. In the past, most of the villagers used to swim in it. , I haven’t heard of anyone getting a cold because of it. Keke, if you had come here a year earlier, I would still have an elixir for typhoid fever that you can’t buy outside. "

With his body swaying slightly when the wind blows, it seems that these words are not convincing.

The author has something to say: Qingze speaks irony every day (1/1)