I can't live, I can't afford to die

There was a bang, which was especially harsh in this silent morning.

Xiao Chun was quick-witted, and hurriedly bent over to pick up the broken glass scattered all over the floor, apologizing incessantly: "I'm sorry."

Without the restraint of the bottle, the white milk overflowed without any scruples.Xiao Chun was in a hurry to wipe it off, wanting to clean up the mess of the place as soon as possible, accidentally cut the palm of his hand by the debris mixed in the milk, and immediately, the bright red blood was swimming in the milk like a small red earthworm. among.

Xiao Chun became even more uneasy. He didn't care to press the wound to stop the bleeding, but kept picking up the pieces.

There was a low voice of smoke above the head: "Don't do it."

The voice was cold, hiding disgust.

Xiao Chun was at a loss, looking at the red and white pool of liquid in front of him, he just subconsciously wanted to clean it up.

The man said again: "Don't do it, it's so ugly."

The disgust in his voice didn't even bother to hide it, and he showed it nakedly.

Xiao Chun's inner bewilderment was shattered by this sentence "how ugly".The grievance of being frozen early in the morning, and the sadness of thinking about being deducted money, flooded my eyes all at once.

But the man didn't speak any more, turned around and entered the house, and walked over after a while, and threw a piece of bandage at Xiao Chun's feet: "Don't do it anymore, the cleaning lady will come to clean it later, you Put on a Band-Aid and leave quickly."

After finishing speaking, the door was closed with a "bang".

Xiao Chun squatted down and raised his head, the tears in his eyes couldn't be held back, and fell down.

This was the first time Xiao Chun cried in front of outsiders.

Fortunately, no one saw it.

Xiao Chun never thought that he would see Liang Shiwei again, and never thought that when he saw Liang Shiwei again, he would still be in such an embarrassing situation.

The winter in the north is not like that in a small town in the south. Although he has been here for four years, Xiao Chun always feels uncomfortable.

The winter in Beijing is so cold that it is carved into the bones, and the winter in Beijing will snow from time to time.

When it snows and freezes at night, the road will be icy and slippery the next day.Xiao Chun always rides carefully and carefully, but still falls.

Before a bottle of milk could be delivered, Qiqi fell to the ground.This time, Xiao Chun didn't even know how to clean up.

He hugged his knees and squatted next to a pile of broken milk bottles, at a loss as to what to do next.Call back to the company and get a few cartons of milk again?Or go door to door to say hello?

When Xiao Chun was in trouble, there was a man's voice above his head, a familiar dull smokey voice, which he only heard half a month ago: "Did you fall again?"

Xiao Chun looked up, it was the man on the ninth floor.He seemed to have just come back, wearing a black sheepskin overcoat in a suit and leather shoes, with his hands slanted in his trouser pockets, with a faint tiredness on his still impatient face.

Xiao Chun didn't answer, just stared at him.

The man withdrew his hands from his trouser pockets, wearing a pair of black leather gloves.He took off his gloves and threw them on Xiao Chun's knee: "Your hands are covered with sores from the cold, put them on."

Xiao Chun lowered his eyes in astonishment and looked at the glove, the mouth of the glove was facing his face, maybe he had just taken it off, and it was still warm to his face.

He loosened one of the hands holding his knee, and slowly touched the glove.The soft lambskin, the delicate texture, the real warmth you can feel because of the touch, it looks like the palm of your long-lost mother in my memory, although Xiao Chun and her mother rarely hold hands.

"Put it on." The man said, in a commanding tone, so cold that people didn't know how to refuse.

Xiao Chun put his hands into the gloves obediently, one, two.

Xiao Chun's hand was a little smaller than a man's hand, and the glove covered his hand loosely, so it couldn't be tightly wrapped, so the warmth in the glove overflowed very precariously, leaving one's life empty. A kind of unreality.

Even so, Xiao Chun's mood, which had been hazy all morning, suddenly became brighter. Rubbing his fingers in the glove, he raised his head and smiled at the man.

The man looked at him: "I thought you were going to cry again."

Are you going to cry again?Xiao Chun's fingers tightened suddenly, digging at the palm.

Was he the one who saw it last time?

Xiao Chun suddenly felt that the smile on his face could no longer be held. He quickly lowered his head, pretending to be afraid of the cold, half buried his face in his knees, and breathed into his palms through his gloves.

Out of the corner of his eye, the man was still staring at him.

Xiao Chun felt hot air rushing upwards, first from his neck, then his cheeks, and after a while, even his ears felt hot.He buried his head deeper.

"Do you want to be a star?" a man's voice asked.