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The sultry night wind blew through the rusty screen window. In the cramped living room, Yin Jin watched the boy sitting on the sofa take a sip of wine in silence, and said in a low voice, "I want to go to S University to find him."

"I'm afraid something will happen to him."

The boy's voice was a little low, with an imperceptible hoarseness in his voice.

Yin Jin was leaning on the wheelchair lazily, with interest in his eyes, he smiled politely and said, "Maybe he was throwing a temper tantrum, just resolve the misunderstanding."

The shoulder blades of the boy on the sofa eased slightly, he seemed to relax a little, and nodded.

The interest in Yin Jin's eyes became more intense. He has always been not good-natured, even a little vile and loose. He thought with a bit of pity and vileness. What kind of embarrassment is it?

Yin Jin lightly tapped the armrest of the wheelchair with his fingertips, his eyes glanced over the dim lampshade in the living room, and saw a moth coming in through the rusty screen window and slammed into the lamp desperately. The man smiled and said gently : "It will be much more convenient for you to find her when S University starts school."

"If you don't know the way, you can ask me."

Sure enough, Wu Chu, who had a Band-Aid on his browbone, suddenly raised his head and nodded after a moment of stunnedness. He scratched at his short stubble of hair, and as if thinking of something, he took out a few bags from the plastic bag in front of him. a tangerine.

A few minutes later, Yin Jin was at the small coffee table in the living room. In front of him was a stack of neatly peeled oranges. When he looked up, he saw the boy leaning on the sofa and said to him, "I bought it by the way when I came back from get off work." .”

"The vendor said it was delicious."

Wu Chu was talking nonsense without changing his face, and he couldn't tell at all that it was the oranges that should be the cheapest oranges in the whole street.

The mandarin petals he peeled for Yin Jin carefully picked out the white veins, and placed them on a plate in a very pretentious manner, and placed them neatly in front of Yin Jin.

But eating it by himself is very casual. After peeling it off, he stuffed it into his mouth, urging him to eat quickly while stuffing it back.

Yin Jin leaned on the wheelchair, his eyes fell on the plate of peeled citrus petals in front of him, he took a piece with his fingertips, and after putting it in his mouth, his whole expression twisted slightly.

The sour smell soared straight up to the heavenly spirit cover, so sour that people's souls were suddenly shaken, and the hair went numb to the spine.

He was a little dumb, and looked at Wu Chu, who was leaning on the sofa and stuffing oranges into his mouth, looking normal, and staring straight at him while stuffing oranges into his mouth.

With the boy's eyes shining brightly in front of him, the Yin family reluctantly swallowed it with a sullen face, and said with a smile: "Thank you."

Wu Chu stared at the man with satisfaction and swallowed.

He squinted his eyes and spat out two citrus seeds, thinking slowly and satisfied that it was reasonable to help out by eating his citrus.

The wooden-faced Yin Jin's eyes fell on the plate of sour oranges, and he frowned slightly. Not long after, he saw Wu Chu with a calm expression stretching out his hand to take out another orange from the plastic bag. After peeling it off, he stuffed it into his mouth.

It makes my teeth ache to see.

Sensing the man's gaze, Wu Chu turned his head to look at Yin Jin in the wheelchair in doubt.

The man tactfully said, "Is it delicious?"

The boy in front of him nodded as if he was chewing deliciously, and Yin Jin's throat moved, and his eyes fell on the plump mandarin petals.

Wu Chu stuffed oranges into his mouth, handed a few petals to the man and said vaguely, "Sweet."

The mandarin petals he handed to the man all looked plump, juicy, tender and sweet.

Yin Jin was a little suspicious. He watched the boy in front of him swallow the orange with a normal expression, hesitated for a while, and finally reached out to take it and put it in his mouth.

A few seconds later, the veins on the back of the man's hand that were hanging on the armrest of the wheelchair popped up, and he looked up at Wu Chu with a wooden face.

The boy looked at him suspiciously, and the puzzled expression on his face did not seem to be fake.

Yin Jin's face was fucking distorted from eating. After a while, he raised his head with a stiff face. After a few seconds, he seemed to feel a sourness in his stomach, rushing from the stomach to the Tianling Gai, crazy run around.

Wu Chu pulled out his hair, he tore off a petal and stuffed it into his mouth, strangely raised his head and said, "It's sweet."

The man in the wheelchair was silent and didn't speak, just looked up calmly and said with a wooden face: "Well, sweet."

This sweetness is like bumping into ghosts in the daytime, the sweetness of evil.

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After eleven o'clock in the evening, in the infusion room of the old outpatient clinic at the entrance of the alley, Wu Chu plucked his hair while studying the man's medical record and murmured, "So it's really sour..."

The face of the man sitting in the wheelchair for infusion was pale, his hands and feet were cold, he closed his eyes and said indifferently: "What is sour?"

The man opened his eyes and calmly imitated Wu Chu's doubtful tone a few hours ago: "Sweet."

Wu Chu: "..."

He didn't know that the man's stomach is so delicate, just eating something sour, the stomach was directly stimulated to unbearable abdominal pain, his face turned pale and his hands and feet were cold, he hurriedly carried the man to the clinic to see, only then did he know that the mandarin orange was the fuse .

Like a princess and the pea.

Yin Jin, who closed his eyes, sighed in his heart, knowing that the reason was not with the boy in front of him.

He has never lived in such a place since he was born, and the conditions in all aspects are extremely rotten. He has always been picky, and his faults are too pretentious. It is good that he has endured for so long without any physical problems.

Because the takeaway was not to his liking, he has been basically just putting down his chopsticks perfunctorily all the time. After a long time, his stomach is already weak. When he is suddenly stimulated by the sour oranges, the problems in his stomach immediately erupt.

Wu Chu sat obediently next to the man, guarding the man who received the infusion, and said with a little guilt, "I'm sorry..."

Yin Jin opened his eyes and said calmly: "I don't blame you, the doctor also said just now that I have a stomach problem."

Wu Chu plucked his hair, fell silent, and didn't speak.

After a few minutes, the man finally couldn't help it anymore, he stared at Wu Chu and said, "Do you really think it's sweet?"

Just that taste, it was so sour that it would break your teeth, and the boy in front of him not only ate several of them in a row, but also looked delicious in front of him.

Didn't you pretend to play him on purpose?

Wu Chu raised his hand and touched his neck, looked at the man and whispered, "I think...it's very sweet..."

Yin Jin: "..."

He took a deep breath, leaned against the wheelchair weakly with a pale face, and closed his eyes wearily.

This place really is...a mixture of fish and dragons...

The nurse who came over ten minutes later looked at the infusion bottle and planned to pull out the needle for the man in the wheelchair.

While pulling out the needle neatly, the nurse instructed without raising her head: "When you go back, remember to avoid food, don't eat spicy food, and go to the pharmacy to buy some omeprazole enteric-coated capsules, and take it on time."

Wu Chu was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and whispered, "Can you repeat it?"

The nurse slowed down and repeated patiently: "Omeprazole enteric-coated capsules."

Wu Chu repeated blankly: "Ogilvy what?"

The nurse was silent for a moment, took a deep breath, looked up and patiently repeated: "Omeprazole enteric-coated capsules."

Wu Chu held his breath, stuttered for a while, and said, "Okay, Omeira sit down... No, it's Omeira, la, what is it?"

He raised his head cautiously, and whispered more and more: "Pull, pull what?"

The pale-faced man in the wheelchair closed his eyes and said with a wooden face, "Omeprazole enteric-coated capsules."

Wu Chu turned to look at Yin Jin in the wheelchair, and said with a little surprise, "Why are you awake?"

Yin Jin said calmly, "I was woken up by you."

Wu Chu: "..."

The nurse looked at the man in the wheelchair with some pity. The two brothers rushed over in a hurry. The younger one looked lively and healthy, but his brain was not very bright.

The body with a brighter mind is not so good.

The two brothers depended on each other for their lives and did not know how much they had suffered.

It's also pitiful.

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It was nearly 11:30 after finishing the drip and buying the medicine. Wu Chu honestly carried the man upstairs. He carried the wheelchair with one hand and supported the man with the other. He went upstairs with ease, without blinking a few times.

Back in the cramped rental house, Yin Jin sat in a wheelchair in the living room with his eyes half closed. The late night wind finally brought some coolness, dispelling the heat of the sweltering summer.

In the narrow kitchen, a boy in gray short-sleeves stretched out his chopsticks to fish out shiny noodles, put them in the soup, and then brought them out and put them on the living room table. He walked to wash the pot and said, "Eat some Let the noodles pad your stomach, and take medicine later."

The man in the wheelchair glanced at the person in front of him on the table, and didn't move, as if he was weighing whether Wu Chu's words were credible.

The noodles served on the table were bright and shiny, steaming hot, with a chubby poached egg lying on it. After a while, the man turned his seat and went to the table.

Ten minutes later, Wu Chu, who was washing the pot under the faucet, heard the man reservedly say to him, "It's delicious."

Wu Chu looked up and saw the man wiped his mouth dignifiedly and gracefully, then raised his head and asked him, "Is there any more in the pot?"

Wu Chu leaned against the sink, looked at the cleaned pot and said, "It's gone."

Yin Jin seemed a little regretful, he really didn't expect that Wu Chu's craftsmanship would suit his taste so well, and the taste was just right.

"Ever worked in a restaurant before?"

Wu Chu, who was leaning against the sink, raised his head and asked in surprise, "Restaurant?"

Yin Jin nodded gracefully. If the boy in front of him had worked in a restaurant, he happened to have a way to arrange for the boy to change to an easier job.

The premise is that Wu Chu will also take care of his food by the way, and cook his share of food along with it when he comes back every day.

Wu Chu bent down and put the vermicelli in the cupboard familiarly, to prevent mice from biting at night, and said in a muffled voice in the cupboard, "I've never worked in a restaurant before."

"Used to be a racing driver."

Yin Jin was taken aback for a moment, and he pondered for a while, making sure he heard it right. He looked at the white characters of Hao Geely Auto Repair Factory prominently behind Wu Chu's gray short sleeves in front of him, and repeated: "Racing driver?"

Without waiting for the boy in front of him to answer, Yin Jin thought again, it seems that there are indeed young gangsters on the street who are driving illegally modified motorcycles, speeding and blaring the accelerator all the way.

The kind that is often complained about disturbing people in the middle of the night.

Wu Chu heard those words repeated with some doubts. He leaned against the sink, raised his head slightly, and replied calmly, "Well, the racer."

He is a driver who won the British karting OKjunior championship at the age of 13, won the third place in the first year of running F14 at the age of 4, and won the championship directly in the second year.

It is also a driver who is now in the eyes of others, dragging the entire team and then being driven away.

Yin Jin in the wheelchair was silent for a while before saying, "It's pretty good."

When he turned the wheelchair and drove to his room, he finally couldn't help but tilt his head and added: "Don't drive at night."

He said implicitly: "The sound insulation of the buildings around here is not very good."

Wu Chu was a little stunned, and looked up blankly at the man in the wheelchair.

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