inexhaustible

To me there is no difference between defecating in front of one person and defecating in front of a group of people.

Emotionally I want him to let go of me and get out right now.But rationality told me to be patient and let go. I can't do this alone.

Emotion and rationality entangled and tore each other, messing up my brain.

Those days when I was lying on the hospital bed and couldn't move were the memories I didn't want to recall the most in my life.Now, I seem to be back again.Back to the time when we were not "people", but "living meat".

Self-esteem and shame are things that "living meat" does not need, and only "living" is his full value.

I was stiff for a while, and said to Shang Muxiao in a very weak voice: "Don't look..."

Don't look at me in such distress.

Shang Muxiao may also think that I am a bit hypocritical, so he sneered and turned his head to the side.

"Oh, if you don't watch it, don't watch it."

This is really a tormenting thing, but short-term pain is worse than long-term pain. Before he gets more impatient, I need to solve my physical needs as soon as possible.

The injured hand was not very flexible, and it took a few tries to open the zipper with difficulty.

When the sound of running water resounded throughout the bathroom and my body felt relaxed, I began to tremble uncontrollably.

I tried to block, but to no avail.Like a stressed cat, I have no control over my body.

The hand on the waist tightened, Shang Muxiao didn't look back, but asked me suspiciously: "Why are you shaking?"

As soon as he spoke, I trembled even more, and a few drops of light yellow liquid were accidentally stained on the toilet seat.

This is really, what to be afraid of.

I stared blankly at the few drops of liquid, feeling as if my body was disintegrating inch by inch, and my pale soul rose into the air, watching all this dumbly.Looking at the ridiculous man in front of him who was struggling to keep the last trace of dignity, but it backfired.

I bit my lower lip tightly, trying to distract my attention with the pain, so as to save my precariously fragile nerves.

Because of the trembling, after stuffing back the organs that had completed the excretion task, zipping it up became a big project.It has never been able to close smoothly, as if sincerely wanting to be right with me.

I gradually lost my patience and began to pull the unruly zipper violently, wishing to tear it off and hammer it into the mud immediately.

There was a dull pain in the palm, as if the wound had opened again.

"Aren't you alright?" Shang Muxiao couldn't get a response from me, and couldn't help turning his head, just in time to see the scene where I was fighting with the zipper.

"I..." I stopped, lowered my eyes, and my eyes fell on the few drops of urine on the toilet seat, and I said calmly, "I can't zip up."

Shang Muxiao was silent for a moment, then sighed very lightly and shortly, and my eyelids trembled accordingly.

I am familiar with this sigh, which is usually the case when one's patience runs out.

A bitter taste spread in my mouth, I was waiting to try again, Shang Muxiao suddenly picked me up, walked out of the bathroom and put me on the bed outside.

After putting me down, he went back to the bathroom.

I curled up on the bed, relying on both hands to finally close the zipper that I couldn't close just now.

The overhead lights were a bit dazzling.I don't know what Shang Muxiao will do when he goes back, and if he has seen my remaining "criminal evidence", I just want to hide myself.

I regretted it, I shouldn't have let Shang Muxiao get close, and I shouldn't have thought that this was just a harmless gamble for children to kill boredom.

I should stay away from him, and from everyone.

I wrapped myself in the quilt, forming a giant cocoon.The dark and closed environment is a bit stifling, but it can calm me down a little.

Can't hide, can't escape.I can only paralyze myself like this, deceiving myself that this fortress is safe and no one can get in.

Footsteps approached, and Shang Muxiao came out of the bathroom.

"Aren't you bored?" Seeing me like this, he smiled and pulled my quilt.I held on tight, not letting him succeed.

"Remove the bet, I admit defeat." I said to him through the quilt.

There was a silence outside, and after a while, Shang Muxiao's funny voice sounded: "Just because you peed outside in front of me?"

I closed my eyes and wrapped myself tighter.

"Are you going to never come out for the rest of your life?"

I didn't answer, I felt safe hiding in the fort.

"No one else will know, what do you care about? I thought you wouldn't mind what others think of you." He tore off the quilt above my head with brute force, and let me show my face.

I glared at him and said hoarsely, "Go away."

I don't care what other people think, but I have my own feelings, and I feel bad right now.

He froze for a moment, as if he didn't expect me to be like this.

"Are you crying?"

I'm sure I'm not crying, but I do tend to get red eyes when I get emotional, and it looks like I'm about to cry, which often leads to misunderstandings.

"No." I turned my face away, and I didn't look at him.

Shang Muxiao sat down by the bed and didn't speak for 2 minutes. After 2 minutes, he suddenly compromised.

"Okay, okay, don't gamble. Is it okay to not gamble? We draw, there is no win or loss." The tone was dragging, not very willing.

I looked back at him and asked, "Where are the car keys?"

He reached into his pocket and threw the car keys on the bedside table.

"Wipe your hands yourself." He threw me the wet towel he had been clutching in his hand, and then entered the bathroom for the third time. Hearing the sound, he probably went to wash up.

After breakfast, Shang Muxiao and I set off for Qingwan.I didn't want to talk on the way, and he wisely didn't come to provoke me.

The wound on the hand was bandaged again, the wound and the gauze stuck together, and a lot of blood came out when it was torn off.

When putting the second piece of gauze on me, Shang Muxiao suddenly said sorry to me.

If I hadn't watched his mouth move, I would have wondered if I was hallucinating.

"Forgive me." He looked up at me, and blew on my wound, "Blow on it, it won't hurt so much."

Gauze was pasted there, so I couldn't feel his breath, but when he blew, my muscles spasmed unconsciously as if I felt pain.

I withdrew my hand, a little afraid of hurting my nerves, but this situation never happened again.

Shang Muxiao over there is still asking: "Forgive me? Professor Bei."

Children's world always likes to get to the bottom of things and ask questions clearly, but the world of adults has too many scruples to act recklessly.

Although he is really hateful, but with the generosity of an adult, I finally accepted his apology.Even when I said "um", I was very reluctant.

Back downstairs at my house, it was almost noon.Shang Muxiao's blue and white heavy machine is still parked in place, like a quiet and handsome man, passers-by can't help but take a second look at it.

"Then I'm leaving, let's play together next time." Putting on the helmet and turning the accelerator, Shang Muxiao spoke to me for the first time since the return trip.

He still wants to have a next time?

"Let's go." Saying goodbye to him hypocritically, I got into the elevator without looking back.

When I returned to my familiar home, although I had only left for one night, I felt like a lifetime away.

After staying quietly in the living room for a while, I went into the bathroom and took a shower. I didn't take special care of the wound on my leg, relying on it not being felt, I let it be washed white by the water.

After taking a shower, I lay comfortably on the bed and was about to catch up on sleep, when I suddenly remembered that there was still a psychological mutual aid group activity to attend in the evening.

Taking out my mobile phone, I called Sister Liao and told her that I was a little unwell and could not go to the event this week.

Sister Liao expressed her understanding and cared for me a lot.After finally hanging up the phone, I felt even more tired.

I slept through the night and woke up at five o'clock in the afternoon.

It was too late to cook, so I opened the software and wanted to order a takeaway for myself.

It was at this time that Beiyan's phone was plugged in.

With a crying voice, he asked me to pick him up, saying that he had quarreled with his parents and never wanted to go home.

He had been placed with high expectations since he was a child, and he has always been under strict control. He has three meals a day, study and supplementary lessons, and even his spare time is clearly arranged, and he even has to go through the trial to make friends.

Looking at him is like looking at me as a child.

When one son failed, they raised another in the same way.It seems that we are not real people, but dolls coming off the factory assembly line.

I told him to stay where he was, told him I would go to him right away, and after making sure he would do what I said, I lifted the covers and got out of bed.Then he was taken aback by his injured leg hanging outside.

In just a few hours, it started to become inflamed and purulent.

In a hurry, I didn't care too much. I hurriedly wiped off the pus and blood with a paper towel, put gauze on it, and drove to Beiyan's location.

When I got there, I realized that it was a pet hospital.

As soon as I walked in, everyone looked at me, only Bei Yan got up from his chair and ran towards me.

"Brother, you're finally here." Bei Yan grew up in the past two years and ate a lot, but his growth didn't keep up, and he developed a little horizontally.

A stocky one with very full cheeks.

"What are you doing in a place like this?" I asked.

He hesitated for a while, not daring to look at me.

"Beiyan." I lowered my face.

He got scared, flinched, and finally told the truth.

It turned out that he saw a stray dog ​​hit by a car on the road and felt sorry for it. He took the dog to the hospital by himself, but he didn't dare to tell his parents because he didn't have money, so he had to call me for help.The so-called quarrel with my parents is all lying to me.

As soon as he finished speaking, a young veterinarian wearing a green surgical gown and a mask happened to come out of the room, and asked which family the little dirt dog that was in the car accident belonged to.

"I, me, it's mine." Bei Yan leaned forward excitedly.

I also followed, seeing the name on the other party's badge was "He Weizhou", so I called him "Doctor He".

"How is the dog?"

He Weizhou took off his mask, revealing a sparse but attractive facial features.

"Both hind limbs were fractured, and plaster casts had been put on both legs, but a fluid infusion was needed." As he spoke, he took us to see the puppy, which had not yet passed anesthesia and was still in a coma.

The puppy is an authentic native dog, about three months old, lying there pitifully, with its tongue lolling, as if dead.

I can't take this dog home anymore, there is no place for it in my place or in my parents' place.

For the current plan, I have to temporarily foster it in a pet hospital, and then find another owner for it after it recovers.

Yu Xixi seems to have always wanted to keep a dog for self-defense, so ask her when the time comes.

For the convenience of contact, before leaving, He Weizhou left my mobile phone number and said that he would send me pictures of puppies regularly.

After dealing with one cub, there is another.

I got Bei Yan into the car and sent him home.

"If you have something to say in the future, don't lie to me. Go up. Just say that the cram school is late today and there is traffic jam on the road."

Bei Yan dawdled out of the car and asked, "Brother, aren't you going up?"

I glanced at the familiar yet unfamiliar green iron gate, and shook my head: "No, I have something to do later."

"Oh." He looked a little disappointed, "Then I'll go up."

I took out the key and opened the iron door, he went upstairs with a few bangs and disappeared from my sight.

Every family in this spot is cooking, and the food in the neighborhood is full of food, and his parents should be waiting for him to go back to eat.

Pressing my deflated stomach, I clicked on the takeaway software, and then ordered a rice bowl with the previous operation.When I got home, it was placed at the door.The rice has already risen, it is cold, and it is still unpalatable.

It is a pity that it is tasteless.

After taking a few bites, I couldn't eat it anymore, so I finally gave it to the trash can.