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In a daze, Allen felt a splitting headache.

He put his head between his arms, turned sideways reluctantly, and then pressed his fingertips against his temples—probably because he had been ill for a long time. When hangovers became a habit, Allen knew that he could use this method to relieve the pain.But unexpectedly, when he touched his head at this moment, what Allen felt was not the touch of skin or hair, but the texture of gauze...

He opened his eyes abruptly, as if waking up.

With his vision blurred, he noticed that he was in a small bedroom.There was no light in the room, and the surroundings were dim, with light peeking out from the lower edge of the tightly closed floor-to-ceiling curtains.

In the room shrouded in darkness, there were only simple furniture, and the furnishings were unfamiliar.A white plastic wardrobe stood alone in the corner, a small old wooden bedside table next to the bed, and the last piece of furniture: the old spring bed he was sitting on, which had a strong musty smell .

Overall, the room is not big.Judging by the peeling green wallpaper on the walls, the house is no longer young.Under the weak light, every piece of furniture is mottled like ancient relics.So obviously, it wasn't his teachers' quarters.

Allen sat up with his body supported, and sat on the edge of the bed.He looked around, and although the room was clean, there was always an indelible smell of dust in the air.He sneezes.It seems that no one has lived here for a long time.

But why is he sleeping here?Allen covered his head, thinking hard.His brain has been bandaged, but the trauma may be healed, but it can't heal his paste-like brain.Allen's mood is a little disturbed now, thinking of his recent behavior, it's so outrageous that even he can't accept it.This made him, who has always been restrained, a little depressed.The out-of-order script was unpleasant, but the dull pain in his head kept reminding him of his stupidity.

Fortunately, the cold touch of the tiled floor under his feet made him sober up a lot. As soon as his mind became active, he gradually remembered what happened yesterday—and pieced together the fragments of memories. Alan thought that he should be walking out of the bar and preparing to go back On the way to the school, there was an unlucky robbery with a knife, and luckily, he was rescued by a passerby.

In my impression, it was a man with a slight smell of alcohol and tobacco—Alan guessed: that should be the only customer other than himself in the bar yesterday.After all, that bar is located in a remote place, so it shouldn't be a place where people pass by in the middle of the night.Therefore, according to the direction of the plot, this place should be the home of the kind-hearted person.

Thinking of this, Allen couldn't help but feel a little lucky. After all, for any person in country E, self-sweeping has become a national condition, and being brave is only a beautiful word in fairy tale books.And the other party not only let a stranger live in his home temporarily, but even took the initiative to clean up the injury on Alan's head. Such a great sentiment can almost win an honorary citizen's trophy!

And just when Allen thought so, the door just opened in response.

There stood a man, as tall as a hill, almost bumping into the two-meter-high door frame.This forced him to bend slightly to pass through the door.Even the light in the corridor can only slightly penetrate through the gaps.

Dimly, Allen could see that the other party had black hair and a strong figure.He had one hand empty, and the other held a paper bag that he didn't know what to hold.The arms wrapped in the dark green woolen sweater seem to have strong muscles and are extremely explosive.Coupled with the flickering corridor lights outside, the man looks like a black shadow trimmed with gold threads, or a giant beast that is good at dormant——Alan is convinced that this guy can definitely easily move the fragile body with one hand. The human cervical spine was crushed.

But of course, all this is just Allen's own imagination.The man didn't destroy anything, he just gently flipped the switch by the door with his free hand.

With a snap, the old lamp flickered.Instantly lights up.

"Oh, you're awake," the man said, in a flat tone without emotion. "Your recovery ability is much better than I imagined. Otherwise, with your bird's body, I wouldn't be surprised if you have to sleep for three days and two nights." He said out of tune, his voice half a smile.He walked up to Allen with his long legs, bent down to check his injuries.

The distance between the two suddenly shrank extremely close, which made Allen a little embarrassed.But due to the momentary glare, he was a little dazed, and then he forgot to dodge.So I had to squint my eyes belatedly, and smelled the tangy smell of tobacco.The strange atmosphere enveloped him, making him feel tense.

But out of politeness, he still resisted his emotions and did not flinch.

As the vision regained clarity, Allen also began to observe the other party.

Surprisingly, the man's age is not very old, he is only in his early twenties, with a rather immature face, younger than Allen.From the angle of Allen looking up, he could clearly see the other party's tight lips and the light beard trimmed on his chin.The muscular lines of the jaw and neck are quite beautiful.Especially the slightly upturned mouth makes him look like he is always smiling, with a bit of an innocent yet cynical boyish temperament.

"Uh, hello." Alan greeted unnaturally, "Thank you for your help. Excuse me... are you a doctor?" He asked, after all, the way the other party bandaged seemed professional—at least, he didn't think a university Children who have just graduated can have such good housework skills.In Allen's eyes, the troublesome thing of bandaging is inseparable from the evil needlework.

Hearing Allen's question, the man frowned and slowly focused his gaze on Allen's eyes—they were a pair of sea blue eyes, the color of which was soft and pure like tanzanite, symbolizing calmness and elegance.But at this time, those eyes were only filled with emotions such as surprise and astonishment.

"You said, I'm a doctor?" The man looked at Allen and repeated in disbelief.After a while, he smiled under Allen's strange eyes: "Oh, sweetheart. If I were a doctor, I would choose to go to a big city to steal a kidney and sell it for money, instead of staying in this poor place and answering a fool Injuries are equally stupid questions."

Before Allen could answer, he took out another can of beer from the bag in his hand and threw it to Allen. "So stop talking nonsense. You should be thirsty. It happens that alcohol can kill bacteria. Drinking two more cans will cure all diseases." He said seriously.But with that handsome smiling face, it is not convincing.Now Allen finally believed that someone who could say such things was definitely not a serious doctor.

But he thanked him politely. "Thank you, sir. I must give you my highest thanks. Whether it's your care at this moment, or what happened last night..." Allen said.The cold beer was held in his hand.Since he didn't want to touch alcohol for the time being, he didn't open the tab.

Seeing the man half-buried in the closet looking for something, he didn't have the slightest intention to reply, so Alan had to continue to find the topic: "By the way, I'm Alan Walton, what's your name, sir?" He asked politely.

"Brandon," the man replied impatiently.But just in time, the man took out a black bottle-a bottle of whiskey from the cluttered wardrobe.So he smiled happily, and kissed the bottle vigorously, as if winning a trophy for the school in the college league.

"Oh, you can call me Bran if you want." He turned his head and grinned, saying graciously to Alan.Then he squeezed the cork with one hand, and without looking for a cup, he drank directly from the mouth of the bottle.

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Alan didn't stay long at the alcoholic Brandon's house.

There are three reasons.First, he really couldn't stand the smell of cigarettes and alcohol in the room; second, he was a working teacher after all, and he had to return to work as soon as possible if he didn't want to be fired.And finally, the most important point: the owner Brandon didn't intend to let him stay for a long time... Yes, although Brandon didn't explain the eviction order from the beginning to the end, but Alan, who understands human nature, You can clearly perceive the other person's body language.

"—Of course, if you want, you can of course continue to lie down." I remember Brandon said so generously while holding the wine bottle.But Allen believes that the premise of this statement may have to be based on: if Brandon didn't take off his upper body clothes, and then jumped onto the bed with a thump.

After all, there is another bearer on the same bed: Allen.

Sure enough, Brandon continued, "But you know, I just drank whiskey. If the person who drank did something irreparable, there must be nothing wrong with it." He turned sideways, Looking at Alan affectionately with his head on his hand, he said.There was a hidden smile on his flushed face, and his voice was so soft that it was almost a whisper.

So under the gaze of these dark blue eyes, Alan, who had no intention of staying longer, naturally chose to go as the best policy decisively.

The first time after returning to school, Allen first came to the school infirmary.

It's past one o'clock now, and there is still some time before the two o'clock class.And in this small town that lacks resources, even if Nicole doesn't look like a competent doctor, at least she has a license.Allen wanted her to do a basic checkup for herself, or prescribe some medicine, to confirm that there were no sequelae from yesterday's new injury.

When unpacking the gauze, Nicole also praised Brandon's dressing technique.

"It's a smart way to disinfect with alcohol-oh, I can smell it's Extra brandy! What a waste!" Nicole said regretfully as she unwrapped the gauze.I don't know if it has something to do with the alcohol disinfection. Allen always felt that Nicole's subsequent bandaging technique was a bit insignificant.

After taking the medicine again, Nicole did a simple check for him.Fortunately, the injury itself was not serious, and the dislocation of the arm had been corrected, probably by Brandon while Allen was asleep.So now all that's left is a slight concussion.This is not a big problem, so Nicole arranged for Allen to observe in two days.

In addition, Nicole also asked Allen to have dinner together later, or have a cup of tea.According to her statement, she was extremely worried about the safety of her friend because of yesterday's robbery incident.But Allen thinks the gossipy pair just wanted to hear clips of him spending nights with strangers.Especially, it was a handsome and young stranger.

Fortunately, Alan only had one class in the afternoon that day, which was basic mathematics in the first grade.And because of yesterday's incident, he is still mentally exhausted, so he doesn't like and has no energy to deal with troublesome situations such as prying on his privacy or causing unnecessary rumors, so he chooses to wear an oversized black fur hat to Covering the frightening gauze on the head.

He's never been one to wear these accessories, though.So he knew very well that such a trick might be able to fool other careless students, but it could not deal with the delicate Jill alone.

But to his surprise, Jill did not come to school that day.

"She went home early yesterday afternoon." After class, in the seat.Sandra frowned.Since Joanna's death, she has lived a life of self-discipline and no longer has prejudice and hostility towards Jill.Facing Allen's question, he naturally knew everything. "I heard that something happened at home, I think. However, I don't think she's in a good condition. Yesterday I vaguely saw some fresh injuries on her face, such as bruises or cuts around her mouth... "

Seeing Alan's gloomy expression, Sandra quickly clarified: "But I can assure you, I definitely did not do it this time. Dear Mr. Walton." She opened her round eyes and looked at Alan sincerely and flatteringly. .

"Well, I know that." Allen also returned a forced smile: "Okay, it doesn't matter, I will visit her later. Thank you so much this time, Cindy." He said, trying hard Act like "Dear Mr. Walton".Then he hurried away with his briefcase.

But Sandra, who was still in place, immediately lowered her face and said: "Tsk, I have said it several times, I am Sandra! This old man with no memory..." She looked at Alan's back as he left , whispered softly.

The author has something to say:

Is drunkard attack very fresh~ The journey of the mind will be revealed later~~>w