stop, don't move

Qiao Le held the two cards tightly, very hard, but he was afraid that if they were deformed, they would become useless cards, so he slowly let go.

The wind was stronger than before, blowing on Qiao Le's face was a bit like slapping him. Qiao Le felt that he had lost consciousness from the waist down to the legs, but no, he was still conscious. When he gritted his teeth and sat up, he could still Feeling a sharp pain somewhere.

Qiao Le adjusted his trousers with trembling hands, tucked the hem of the sweater into the trousers, carefully stuffed the two cards in his hand into the middle of the schoolbag, picked up the scattered books and put them into plastic bags, and picked them up, Qiao Lesi huddled and walked Strange to leave this laneway.

In fact, there is no difference from the usual one, except that this time the road is slower, Qiao Le smiled, and a salty bitter taste slowly fainted in his mouth.

Qiao Le's home is in a tube building. There are only two buildings in the whole tube building, one on the tenth floor. Each building looks like a dangerous building. Qiao Le often compares these two buildings to an ant nest. Such a small place can With so many people in it, if there is an earthquake, it must be a disaster area where the area occupied is inversely proportional to the number of deaths.

Qiao Le didn't live here before, he lived in a high-rise building in the outer city. He has been to the most interesting aquarium in the outer city, where he has seen the feasting night scene and touched the most expensive piano.

Earlier, Qiao Le lived in an orphanage, the largest orphanage outside the city. Even though there were all children without parents like him, the conditions were much better than now. Later, his adoptive parents adopted him, and later , his adoptive parents divorced, his adoptive mother left, and he lived with his fallen adoptive father.

This Tongzilou is their final destination.

The road to home was even more bumpy than the road in the alley just now. Qiao Le had to slow down and stretched his fingers so that the wound on his fingertips would not hurt so much. past.

"Aunt Zhang, give me an erythromycin ointment and a box of Band-Aids."

Qiao Le's voice was hoarse and piercing, and he shut up after saying this, knowing that it was caused by what happened just now without even thinking about it.

"Hey, Lele has a cold, do you want to buy another box of banlangen?"

Aunt Zhang had a low-quality cigarette dangling from her mouth, and the flesh on her body trembled because of her turning around. Aunt Zhang packed the things in a black plastic bag and put them on the counter, "It's 16 yuan in total, and I'll charge you fifteen. By the way, you Dad lost me one hundred and two at cards today, and he hasn't paid it yet, why don't you help him tie the knot?"

Hearing that his father had reneged on his debts again, a trace of disgust flashed in Qiao Le's eyes. If he repaid it for him, he would definitely owe more money next time.Aunt Zhang smiled reluctantly, took out 40 yuan from her pocket and put it on the counter, "No need, auntie, I don't have a cold, it's just a little wind in my throat, I don't need to change the 40 yuan here, you can ask my dad tomorrow One hundred, but don't say I secretly gave you the money, okay?"

"Success, Lele is such a good boy!" Aunt Zhang took another puff of cigarette, took out two bags of Banlangen from the side and stuffed them into Qiao Le's hands, "It's so cold and you leave work so late, drink this to prevent colds."

"Thank you auntie."

After taking the banlangen and stuffing it into his pocket, Qiao Le turned and entered the corridor. Qiao Le's house is on the second floor, with two bedrooms and one living room. The toilet, and cooking will make me sick for a while.

Qiao Le moved upstairs step by step, trying not to drag the back, because he was afraid of waking up other people. Some people who live here are part-time workers. They leave early and return late, and they can only rest at night. I will definitely come out in long johns and trousers to yell and scold, and Shun Bian greets your family.

Qiao Shan didn't have the habit of locking the door, the door opened with a light push, and Qiao Le went back to the room on tiptoe in the dark.

After locking the door, Qiao Le fell on the bed. The moment the quilt was touched, all the pain in his body was magnified a hundred times, and bursts of throbbing pain began to spread in his chest, not to be outdone. The pain was like a prankster, the more painful, the more rampant .

Qiao Le lay on the bed for a long time before recovering. There was still half a bottle of hot water in the thermos bottle in the room. Enduring the pain, he washed his injured finger, applied ointment, and wrapped the Band-Aid.

After Qiao Le finished all this, he realized that there was still an important part that hadn't been cleaned up. In fact, he didn't want to touch it very much. As long as he recalled what happened before, he would feel a deep sense of shame.

But he was afraid that he would be infected with venereal disease, and what was even more frightening was that he might have AIDS. He had "intimate contact" with that man. Qiao Le suddenly remembered the news that people with AIDS forced to do with others in order to retaliate against the society. The originally bleak face was stained with a layer of gray.

Thinking of this possibility, Qiao Le hastily poured a whole pot of hot water, squeezed the whole tube of ointment into his private parts, and washed it off, ignoring the wound on his finger. Qiao Le wanted to scream when he saw the blood on his finger. The pain and humiliation that had been carried out before spread all over his body again, but he didn't dare to cry out. The sound insulation of the wall is not good, and it would be even worse if he woke up the man sleeping next door. Qiao Le could only bite his lip, not Dare to look at the private parts again, trembling hands to speed up the cleaning action.

After doing these things, Qiao Le felt a little tired, there was no hot water in the bottle, and he got into bed without even washing his face.

The narrow room gave people a sense of suffocation, the white energy-saving lights were dim and cold, and Qiao Le was enveloped in a chill, unable to move. He wanted to cry, but couldn't cry, his throat felt like a knife-cut pain.

When will he escape this run-down place, he's had enough.