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"Grandpa." Shan Yufei hurried forward, grabbed the old man's arm with one hand, and patted the old man's back with the other, "It's okay, I'm back. Don't sit here, I'll help you back to your room."

Shan Shanhai's hands were so dry that only a layer of wrinkled skin remained, "They, they are here again. Compassion is gone, why can't they let us go."

"I know, I know, Grandpa." Shan Yufei comforted Shan Shanhai while helping him into the bedroom, and heaved a sigh of relief after turning on the light—although the visitor smashed the living room, he didn't break into the bedroom after all.He didn't have time to get angry, let alone feel sorry for himself. It was already past one o'clock in the morning, and he had to quickly settle down the old man and tidy up the living room. If he moved slowly, he wouldn't be able to make it to the morning shift.

Shan Shanhai leaned against the head of the bed, sighing over and over again, as if tears were about to fall in his eyes, but Shan Yufei knew that the old man's tears had already dried up.

"What crime did we do..." Shan Shanhai was still trembling, his weather-beaten face was riddled with dimples, "They tortured us so much, they might as well just take my life!"

"Grandpa, don't be afraid." Shan Yufei's voice was very soft, and he pulled the quilt for Shan Shanhai, "Go to sleep, it's getting late, your body can't bear it."

Shan Shanhai held his hand and stared at him blankly with unfocused eyes. After a long time, a hoarse voice came out of his throat, "Xiao Fei, you shouldn't have been born in this family. It's me and your father who are sorry for you." ,us……"

"Grandpa." He interrupted softly, "It's time for you to sleep."

Shan Shanhai didn't speak anymore, and lay down between the bedding with his eyes closed, looking lonely and lifeless.

Shan Yufei stood by the bed for a while, then quietly walked to the door, turned off the light, and closed the door.

The living room and kitchen were full of rubbish, pots and pans were scattered all over the floor, water pipes were damaged, sewage flowed across, tables, chairs and benches were dismantled, and colorful paint was poured on the walls.

This scene was so familiar that Shan Yufei was no stranger to it, and even knew that those people were only ordered to come here to disgust him and Shan Shanhai, and all the damage was done to the end.

It rained today, and although I didn't catch a cold, I was still a little tired. I wanted to drink a bowl of Banlangen Granules and go to bed quickly, but now it seems impossible.

Fortunately, he has figured out the way to clean up the mess.

It was almost five o'clock in the morning, the water pipe was repaired, all the garbage and smashed bowls were put into sacks, the paint on the walls was covered by the white paint that is always in the house, the broken chairs were repaired, and those that could not be repaired in the sack.

After cleaning and throwing away the sacks, the living room and kitchen barely returned to their original appearance.

But the smell of paint is too strong, he thought, in the next few days, he will have to tell his grandfather to go to the neighbor's house or the yard to pass the time.

In autumn and winter, the sky dawns late, and the sky is still dark, but there is no time to catch up on sleep.

Shan Yufei stood on the balcony smoking a cigarette, trying to get rid of fatigue, but a certain part of his brain was painful, as if someone had repeatedly hit it with a hammer, his eyes were extremely uncomfortable, and his whole body was sore and weak - all from before the cold sign.

He extinguished the cigarette between his fingers and rubbed his eye sockets vigorously, knowing that the impact of the rain in the afternoon was finally stirred out by fatigue.

When boiling water for Banlangen granules and antiviral granules, he stared at the grunting kettle, briefly lost in thought.

It was just a light rain, and he had been exposed to countless light rains.If he didn't take off his work clothes with good thermal insulation and wind protection, he would not catch cold if he only wore a T-shirt.

But the trembling of the arm of the man in the back seat clearly landed on his waist and abdomen.

In the next second, he had stopped the car and pulled down the zipper of his overalls.

Luo Tanshen was not polite to him, presumably because he was used to this level of care, and he didn't care whether he would be cold if he only wore a T-shirt.

Perhaps the spoiled young master shouldn't have cared about these trivial matters.

He didn't regret borrowing clothes, if he hadn't been so busy in the middle of the night, he wouldn't have caught a cold.

The water boiled, and he frowned and drank the thick and bitter medicinal soup in one gulp, hoping that the medicine would quickly suppress the imminent cold virus.

He didn't want to take time off work because he was sick.

Luo Tanshen was not good at drinking, so he was so drunk at night that he didn't wake up until the sun was up.

The heavy curtains in the suite were drawn tightly, not a ray of sunlight leaked in.

He sat up, pulled back the quilt and took a look. He was wearing clean pajamas, and the one he wore when drinking was hung on a hanger not far away. There was no peculiar smell in the room, and there was no feeling of love around him.It seems that Xu Muchu listened to his instructions, but only asked someone to help him change his clothes, and did not stuff people on his bed.

He got out of bed, moved his body for a while, ordered a light meal to soothe his stomach and hangover, opened the curtains, and squinted his eyes under the rare sunshine in autumn.

It was cloudy yesterday, but today it was cloudless.

He twitched the corners of his lips, and was about to go to the bathroom to take a bath when he saw the ginger jujube tea delivered with the meal.

This thing brought back unpleasant memories in him.

What is Shan Yufei doing now?

Working like a robot in the workshop, or eating those greasy meals?

Or are you feeding stray dogs?

He rubbed his temples, couldn't help but think about Shan Yufei, and felt that Shan Yufei really didn't know good from bad.

He doesn't have that much patience, and what he has given to Shan Yufei has surpassed all the "prey" in the past.

"Ah-"

Shan Yufei was wearing a mask, and the roar of machines in the workshop minimized his occasional sneeze, but Gou Ming could still tell that he had a cold.

"It's easy to catch a cold when the season changes, have you taken your medicine?" The workshop director cares about every worker, which is already an obligation in the motorcycle factory.

"Eat." Shan Yufei's voice was a little buzzing, "It's okay, just a little cold, it will be fine in a few days."

"I don't advise you to ask for leave, anyway, you are 'injured and can't leave the line of fire'." Gou Ming brought a plastic bag containing several boxes of cold medicine, "I will ask the cafeteria to open a small stove for you at noon, and cook a bowl of green noodles. Big pot rice is too greasy, not suitable for sick patients."

"Thank you." Shan Yufei smiled, the tails of his long and narrow eyes were slightly curved, and his eyes were sincere, "I have caused you trouble."

"You, it's too hard." Gou Ming shook his head, "There's not much to do today, I'll go back early in the afternoon after finishing what I'm doing. You still have to work at night, I'm afraid you won't be able to hold on."

During the lunch break, Shan Yufei went to the cafeteria to wait for a meal.The noodle cooker recognized him, so he specially stuffed two fried eggs in the noodle.He didn't have much appetite, and he barely finished eating, feeling even more uncomfortable.

When there is discomfort in the body, the most uncomfortable thing is the eyes.He rubbed his eyes frequently and ordered eye drops several times, with little effect.

By the time I got off work at three o'clock, the whites of my eyes were already frighteningly red.

Jianshu's work is no different than a workshop, and has extremely high requirements on employees' personal hygiene and appearance.He has a cold, so he is not suitable for serving wine and food, and now his eyes are red, it seems that he can only ask for leave.

When receiving the call, Yang Chenlu was very polite and told him to take a good rest.He knew that the work in the restaurant was calculated on a daily basis, and every day he was absent from the job would result in one day less wages, so he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed after hanging up the phone.

But I finally managed to go to an ophthalmologist for a detailed examination before the doctor got off work.

Luo Tanshen went to his family's company for two hours in the afternoon, restless, and wanted to go to Jianshu as soon as five o'clock.

He wanted to ask Shan Yufei face to face why he didn't want to give ginger jujube tea last night.

When we arrived at the restaurant, we opened a box as usual, but there were two waiters whom we had never seen before.

Both of them are handsome men, with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes. It seems that the foreman and manager have chosen them according to his preferences.

But he only wanted Shan Yufei to serve him.

"Where's Shan Yufei?" he asked.

"Xiao Dan asked for leave today." Yang Chenlu said.

He suddenly lost interest, and he didn't want to ask a foreman why Shan Yufei asked for leave, so he left immediately, unable to relieve his boredom, and drove to Lingdu again.

When passing by the Fifth Municipal Hospital, a somewhat thin figure flashed past the rearview mirror.He frowned, but didn't notice.

But Shan Yufei saw the supercar leaving in the dust, stopped, turned around, and looked in the direction where the supercar disappeared.

I looked at it for a long time until I couldn't see it at all.