[Comprehensive British and American] Acacia Ancestor Transformation System

12.

After searching the house, Strange only found a small amount of cash.Of course, it is more than enough to pay for the so-called wine that seems to be linked to his basic quality as a human being and represents the last line of difference between himself and the real waste.

With just such a search, he had to face a reality.His treatment expenses have emptied most of his accounts, and apart from this house, he probably has nothing left that is really valuable.

Sitting at the table, he looked at the pile of bills that he had sorted out in front of him with the boredom surging in his heart.My mind, which has always been muddled, is slow but slowly turned to some numerical problems that are neither simple nor complicated.Sell ​​the apartment that was just used as a face, the piano that I haven't touched for a long time, and the remaining three watches.He can barely pay off the bills of various credit cards, and the rest may be enough for him to rent an ordinary apartment for about two months and spend a few months.

If he wants to be more comfortable, all his clothes and shoes should live in a clothing rental store.

Closing his eyes, he leaned back on the chair, and laughed for a while, until his voice trembled at the end.Enough of laughing, he stretched out his hand to pinch the bill in front of him, and what was surging in his heart was the anger caused by his own powerlessness.Even though his emotions prompted him to tear everything in front of him, Yu Chunchang's indifferent eyes that watered him without hesitation kept dangling in his mind.The line that kept reminding myself that I became a complete waste is there. If I cross it, I really deserve to be thrown on the side of the road instead of being picked up.

The paper in my hand was crumpled, then flattened, and finally crumpled again.He got up and took his tablet, went online and listed the house on the intermediary network.Then I got up and took photos of the remaining 'faces', and put them up for online auction.

After doing all this, he lost his strength.Sitting at the table by the window, he stared blankly at everything outside.

Pulling back the chair, he grabbed the cash he found and headed out the door.

13.

"When is Yu Chunchang's working hours?" Strange, who had been lingering in the bar for a long time, couldn't help asking.

Before the bartender could answer, someone next to him answered for him.

"Brother is here because of her, right?" Some middle-aged men smiled and patted Strange on the shoulder, "It seems that you don't understand her rules."

"She only works four nights a week, six hours a night. Only the working hours are fixed, but she decides when to come." The man put his arms around Strange's in a mysterious way. The neck whispered.

Strange looked at his wrinkled face, turned his gaze to the wedding ring on his hand, twitched the corners of his mouth, and pushed him away.

"The purpose of boring." Strange hoarse voice, frowning, "I'm not for that."

The man patted the table and laughed loudly: "Although it's a bit boring, but it's just a hobby of drinking, so it's okay to wait a little longer."

Strange was taken aback, then turned to look at him: "Drink?"

The man turned to face the bar, smacked his mouth, and said with a look of aftertaste: "The little girl's wine is the most enjoyable I've ever drunk in my life, it's amazing!"

"Except for me, many people came here for this."

Strange blinked, turned his head, and remained silent.So I am the one with dirty thoughts——

After drinking a glass of wine, Strange glanced at his watch, his inexplicable embarrassment made him impatient to wait any longer.He took out his mobile phone and pulled out the number of the note cook.

[You don't go to work today? ]

Surprisingly, he was not dragged into the blacklist, and he returned unexpectedly quickly.

[hold head high. ]

Just seeing the content, Strange turned back angrily, his fingers trembling a little, but he still poked vigorously on the screen.

[Didn't you want me to pay back the money? ]

[hold head high. ]

The veins on Strange's forehead burst.

[I'm in this bar right now, could it be that you want me to deliver it to your house? ? ]

[You can hand it over to the person on duty in the store, is your brain marinated by wine? ]

"boom--"

The old man who was enjoying his time looked in surprise at Strange who suddenly lost his temper.

Enduring it, Strange drank the wine in his glass and called the bartender.

"This is the wine money I owed Yu Chunchang last time. Give it to him for me." Throwing down the money, Strange zipped up his own and walked out.

When he reached the door, he looked back at the man: "You won't be able to wait for him today, he won't come."

"……how do you know?"

Strange left in silence, ignoring the questioning behind him.Walking out of the dark and gloomy atmosphere of the bar, he was dazzled by the bright lights of an approaching car.Raising his hand to half cover his eyes, the back of his hand touched his forehead, and he lowered his hand, as if a cold had turned into a fever.

Not planning to do anything, he looked around, saw a small hotel nearby, and walked over.

He lost a house, not a home, he had no home.So, probably not too big of a deal.

Dizzy, he subconsciously thought about what Yu Chunchang said before that he had lost interest in himself.

Is it because of my downfall or something else...

14.

He Yi fell asleep for the whole night, but it didn't seem to alleviate his symptoms.Strange, who was awakened by the dry and burning sensation of his tongue, touched his forehead, and stood unsteadily in front of the mirror.There were two lumps of red on the cheekbones, and the eyes were red.

forget.

I am no longer the person who has a strong immune system because of long-term fitness, and is only a minor person when I get sick.Maybe the injury caused by the car accident, besides his hands, he also has a somewhat weak body.

After roughly estimating the extent of his fever, Strange listed the medicines he needed in his mind.In fact, it is best for him to go to the nearest clinic to receive infusion and rapid physical cooling.It's just that he hates hospitals, including clinics.

After receiving the cold water, he felt a little bloated after drinking it. His body would need that much water.His dry throat smelled of salty blood soaked in water. He pursed his lips, found the wallet thrown on the ground, and took his mobile phone to navigate to the nearest pharmacy.

Maybe driving myself to sleep out, or throwing up, or whatever, isn't a good option anyway.It wasn't because of a car accident, he took a look at his hands, and he put the mottled hands into his sleeves and hid them in his pockets.

The hotel is not far from the bar, even without passing the main entrance.He still saw Yu Chunchang walking in through the door in the back alley, and he looked away, and continued to walk towards the pharmacy.

15.

The hotel room was also ruined by him. On the coffee table were similar medicines, scattered there with other things.I don't know why the razor on the coffee table is still stained with dried white foam and dark blood spots.It can be seen from his image, obviously, that he tried to shave himself and failed.

But the place catered eerily to his sense of security.In that empty and big house, he was tortured by his former self every moment.And this place seems to be more suitable for me who is down and out now, how should I put it...

In line with my current atmosphere——

Kicking away the beer cans on the ground, he picked up the tablet and lay down on the bed, opened the mailbox, and stayed on the blank interface.

A cold gave me a sense of weakness as if I had just recovered from a serious illness.As soon as a person is weak, he begins to feel lonely and regretful.

Erasing the typed Christine's name, he covered the tablet.Then he opened it again, and failed to send an email, but he received an email.

An email similar to an invitation or a letter of appointment, pointing fingers.It was he who used to be a college classmate who started a company, focusing on the research and development of medical devices.Inviting myself to be a consultant is probably where I heard about myself.

Cheap, oh, look at the salary he offered.It's not as cheap as it used to be, but it's not cheap either.

Are you kind?

I stared at the email for a long time in a daze, as if it was a big dream, so calm and weird.He got into the bathroom and took a shower, tied up his hair, took out his coat and went out.

Unfortunately, Yu Chunchang is currently on duty at the nearest bar.

I hesitated between going out and looking for a new one, or not changing the place.He sat down at the bar and buckled the table.

Yu Chunchang raised his head and raised his eyebrows: "Oh, Mr. Doctor, you look really bad now."

"I got sick," Strange said with a smirk, "just lost some weight."

The cup wiper paused his hands for some unknown reason, Strange looked up at the list on it, he looked a little strange, he turned his head and looked at Yu Chunchang.

"Your eyes," Yu Chunchang sighed, "it's really a pity now."

Strange sneered: "It's just an iris disease, a defect."

"Yeah, I'm not talking about its color." Yu Chunchang shrugged, and then set up the cup, "Come on, guest. What do you want?"

"Vodka?"

"I don't want to get drunk, sleep on the tiles, and get sick again." Strange narrowed his eyes, "I need to go back sober and continue trying to shave myself well. And then dig out the last Dress neatly for an 'exciting' interview tomorrow."

"...you were sick because you slept on the tiles in my house overnight??" Yu Chunchang seemed a little surprised, "Are you guys so fragile?"

This is very strange.

"Yes, I'm just that fragile." Strange smiled, "I just had a car accident, I slept all night and the tiles were covered with water, and I stayed in the laundry room for an hour and a half while wearing a nightgown. Hours. I’m really sorry that I’m so weak that I’m still sick—”

Yu Chunchang...

With a snort, Strange took a deep breath and told himself to calm down.Returning his mood to a state of no sadness or joy, his eyes slid across the wine list unconsciously.Knowing that Yu Chunchang started to look at him with that strange look again, the look that he couldn't explain clearly.

"I heard that your wine is delicious, so just give me a glass." Not wanting to pursue it, Strange tapped on the table, with sunken eye sockets, sharper cheekbones, and a gloomy expression.

Yu Chunchang looked at him for a while, then pouted, turned around and went to prepare wine.

After being quiet for a while, Strange stared at Yu Chunchang, who was not as fancy as fancy bartending, but had a strange and elegant posture.

"I think I should apologize to Palmer." Strange said.

Yu Chunchang glanced at him.

"For a good friend who accompanied me through that period, my attitude—" Strange lowered his head halfway, folded his hands, "it's all for granted."

"Are you complaining to me?" Yu Chunchang stopped his movements, puzzled.

Strange looked up, and Yu Chunchang looked at each other for a while, deadlocked.

"I think another unspoken obligation of being a bartender is to listen to customers' complaints." Strange narrowed his eyes.

"When did this rule exist?"

"From the day the bar appeared."

"Tsk," Yu Chun's long hand stopped, and poured out a glass of light pink wine, "I can listen to your complaints as well."

"Tip, thanks."

Strange twitched the corners of his mouth: "I can't do without you!!"

"Okay—" Very reluctantly.

It would be embarrassing to restart the interrupted topic, but Yu Chunchang's face made me condescend to listen, and your performance of not talking makes people very, very powerless.

It was quiet for a long time, or it was just the two of them who fell silent unilaterally, and the rest of the people should still be lively.

"Tomorrow I'm going to a company for an interview, or to apply for a job." Strange reached for the cup, looked at his hand and then looked away, "I've woken up from an impossible miracle."

"Maybe it's time for a different lifestyle."

"Speaking of which, it's just a profession."

Yu Chunchang continued to wipe the cup with his hand, looked up at him: "Really?"

"..." Of course not, that is my lifelong ideal and support, "Yes, don't people have to accept the reality and adapt to it?"

"Really?" Yu Chunchang began to look at himself again, not like sympathy, but not like contempt.

Like a pity? ?

"I hate other people's sympathy, but my useless desperate struggle can only attract sympathy. This is my fault, and I can't blame others." Strange smiled wryly, "I really should apologize. "

"Maybe I should thank you for waking me up with a handful of cold water." Strange said with difficulty, "instead of showing sympathy."

Yu Chunchang's face became strange, he dropped the cup and looked at Strange.

"You made two mistakes in two words."

"Dr. Palmer you mentioned, I guess she has no sympathy for you."

"I'm sorry for what you said. I probably can't give you anything other than sympathy."

Yu Chunchang put his hands on the bar, looked at Strange's gradually distorted face, and smiled.

"So give me thanks, Mr. Doctor."

"Out of sympathy, as well as some undue guilt and regret, I decided to give you a miracle."

Strange's face became even more distorted.

Yu Chunchang crossed the bar, hooked Strange's chin with his hand, lifted his chin halfway, and touched his forehead lightly with his lips.

"Devil's deal."

"The time limit is one year, and the condition is to become my boyfriend."

"I'll heal your hand."

Strange froze in place, his eyes widened, his mind... blank.

"Think about it, answer me."

"I'm going to get off work." Yu Chunchang smiled strangely and touched his eyes.

"I've always liked these eyes," Yu Chunchang shrugged, "but now you've made them dusty."

"I don't like it very much."