Dawn is coming

Jian Chengqi still didn't commit suicide in the end. After taking a shower, he fell into a drowsy sleep on the bed, and when he opened his eyes, it was already the early morning of the next day.

He sat up from the bed, with an empty stomach, and habitually went to the table to get wine.He clearly remembered that there was still a small half of the bottle of cheap spirits, but he raised his head to pour it into his mouth, but nothing came out.He stuck out his tongue and licked the edge of the bottle mouth, greedily sucking up the last bit of alcohol, then shook it to make sure the bottle was empty, before letting go and throwing it into the trash can.The trash can is also full of wine bottles. Many times he doesn’t even eat, but he must drink. The food he fills his belly is just dropped by when he buys wine. He will never go out until he has finished drinking.

So Jian Chengqi changed into clothes.This winter has been extraordinarily long, he is afraid of the cold, so he will wear another coat over his coat, but he is too thin, no matter how much he wears it, he will not be bloated, and he is still weak.He lived in a tube building, walked through a long corridor, walked down the stairs from the end of the eighth floor, and went to a small shop not far away to purchase.He has lived in this sixth-tier city for more than half a year, and the bus to the city stops at the next platform. Except for going to the bank to get cash, he has never been on it once.He didn't go to see the real slums either. The biggest range of activities on weekdays was to go to this canteen, then carry a large bag of alcohol and bread, and then return to his rented house in the basement with no windows open.

The wound on his hand still made it difficult for him to push hard, so he put his elbow against the door and pushed it open.The canteen was smaller than his room, and all kinds of alcoholic beverages were displayed on the three walls. Jian Chengqi pointed to one of them, and told the beta proprietress that there would be two bottles of different flavors with the same alcohol content.

"You also bought this kind last time. Why, have you finished drinking it?" The proprietress took the wine off the counter, took out a paper bag, and put one bottle in it, "I didn't say, you come to my place. The frequency of buying alcohol is really getting higher and higher, you are still so young, drinking is not a good habit. Proof of identity—”

Jian Chengqi took out his passport.It's ridiculous, he can't leave the country now, but he will never use an ID card with a detailed residential address when he presents his documents.After the war, a lot of things are waiting to be done. The only grading system restored in the United States is the purchase of tobacco and alcohol. Jian Chengqi has bought here no less than [-] times, and he still has to go through the process to prove that he is full.

"You're still so vigilant, and you don't show me your ID card," the proprietress smiled jokingly, and pushed the paper bag to Jian Chengqi.

"You are only 25 years old," she said, "Your life has just begun. Even if you are a beta without innate advantages, we can still live out our own style."

Jian Chengqi also smiled, pursed her pale lips slightly, and lowered her head to get the cheapest bread and a magazine from the counter as if avoiding it.The damage to the gland made him lose pheromone, and his current ghostly appearance is very different from those pampered omegas. The proprietress naturally thought he was also a beta,

"Why did your hand hurt? It was fine last time." The proprietress looked at it, and estimated that with Jian Chengqi's small body, it would be difficult to carry such a large bag back with her own strength.

"Do you need help? My son just came home today, and he can give you a ride." She said, without waiting for Jian Chengqi to agree or refuse, she yelled into the back room, and a tall beta came out. A pair of glasses is on the bridge of the nose, adding a bit of bookishness.

"Zhihua, do me a favor!" The proprietress spoke in dialect.The United States of America originally had seven major dialect regions, but after the war, the people were displaced, and only the ruined suburbs could still hear the dialect.The tone that the proprietress spoke was also very strange to Jian Chengqi, it had nothing to do with the trivial swearing in the same building.Before leaving, the proprietress also sent a small bag of oranges, she said that Jian Chengqi looked too haggard, adding some vitamins would make his face look better.

Until now, Jian Chengqi has never been able to say no to someone, besides, he can only use his left wrist now, so he really can't hold so many things.But that was a piece of cake for Zhu Zhihua, holding it with one hand, and chatting and laughing with Jian Chengqi.

It's more of him talking.Zhu Zhihua, who is seven years younger than Jian Chengqi, is studying in a key high school and will take the final exam this year.His grades are very good, every time Jian Chengqi goes shopping, if there are people around the same age as the proprietress in the house, he can listen to them chatting about the family.Everyone praised that Zhu Zhihua was promising, and felt sorry for the hard work of the proprietress, who raised her son so much by herself.Jian Chengqi had also met Zhu Zhihua before, sometimes he would help his mother look after the store, and quietly read legal-related professional books at the counter when there were no customers.

Zhu Zhihua wanted to be a lawyer and wanted to enter the capital's law school. He brought up several popular cases that had aroused public opinion recently, and wanted to ask Jian Chengxi what he thought, but Jian Chengxi didn't know about any of those cases. He had been disconnected from the Internet for too long. , the only way to get outside information is the magazine in hand.

"Do you also like to watch "Spark of the Times"?" Zhu Zhihua smiled, "No, you shouldn't say that, who doesn't like to watch "Spark of the Times", it's just that their editorial team changed a lot three years ago, and many old readers said that now The collected articles are not as attitude-oriented as before. But the attitude is still important, I remember that the author hadn’t released it back then, what was his pen name...Chenxi?"

Jian Chengxi shook his hand, the plastic bag containing the fruit fell off his wrist, and the orange rolled to the ground.He hurriedly bent over to pick it up, Zhu Zhihua also helped, and when they picked up the last one, their hands touched together, Jian Chengqi gasped obviously, stepped back, and almost fell to the ground.

"Why are you so nervous?" Zhu Zhihua could smell the sour smell of alcohol on his clothes because he was close, "You really...my mother is right, you are still so young, you are not old enough to drink, you should... "

"I'm here." Standing at the corner of the basement, Jian Chengqi said to Zhu Zhihua, "Thank you."

"Ah... good." Zhu Zhihua did not stop, but walked to the end of the short, dark and cold corridor, and then put down the paper bag containing wine and bread in his hand.He took out a business card from his pocket, Jian Chengqi looked at the words on it, and said stiffly for the first time, I don't need it.

"Then you take it first, in case you need it," Zhu Zhihua put the business card into Jian Chengqi's pocket, "Don't feel embarrassed, our school's consulting room is open to the whole society, and because of the government injection, the first One consultation is free, and subsequent charges will not be too expensive. If you need to talk or psychological counseling, please go here, they keep the information of visitors absolutely confidential.”

"Absolutely confidential?" Jian Chengqi asked, "Absolutely? Secretly?"

"Of course, this is the bottom line and principle of psychological counseling." Zhu Zhihua didn't hear the sarcasm or even disdain in Jian Chengqi's tone, and thought he was moved by his own words, "You are only 25, I don't know you have experienced it before. What, but I believe that as long as you are willing to move forward instead of being imprisoned in the past, you also have a beautiful and bright future like thousands of betas in this society. These past pains are regarded as the rewards of the growth path—”

"boom!"

Zhu Zhihua's persuasion was interrupted by Jian Chengxi's door closing.

Jian Chengqi slid against the door and sat on the ground. Regardless of Zhu Zhihua's knock on the door, he took out a bottle of wine from the paper bag, unscrewed the cap and began to drink.He doesn't remember when he started drinking, but his alcohol capacity still hasn't increased. After half a bottle, his body is too warm to move. He fell to the ground at an angle, took off his coat, shrunk his legs and feet, Lying in clothes like a baby returning to its mother's womb.Just as he was about to fall asleep, the sun came out, and the sunlight shone through the only window at the top of the basement, passed through the blurred frosted glass, and fell on the cold and damp concrete floor of the basement.

Strictly speaking, it's not a window. Why do you need a window in the basement? It's just a vent. The owner of the house installed a piece of glass in order to rent out the place as a house.Jian Chengqi doesn't like light and light, he is like a stinky mouse in the gutter, any warmth will reveal his true colors.After he moved in, he covered the window with newspaper to prevent the natural light from pouring into the room, but today, the light whiter than snow filled the window, causing the lifeless dust to dance.

Ah... Jian Chengqi remembered that those few newspapers had started to fall off some time ago, exposing the corners of the glass. He had been trying to glue them on again, but he hadn't taken any action.

Now they are gone, not like they fell off naturally, but artificially torn off.

It was the alpha that tore it off.

Jian Chengqi looked at the small piece of light without warmth, and blinked dully.His memory is very poor, and he watched the tiny dust dancing in the light for a long time before he remembered that person's surname was Gao and what his name was Ye.

What wildness, he couldn't remember, got up tremblingly, went to the table and picked up the note, and then Guangsha fell on the bed like a bang.The note only had a phone number but no name. The alpha said yesterday that if he wanted to find him next time, he could bypass the madam and call his private phone number. This way, there would be no middleman to collect commissions, and Jian Chengxi could spend less money.

Jian Chengxi wasn't interested, but he still dialed the number.Compared with Zhu Zhihua, who has infinite possibilities and a bright future, he prefers to listen to an mb, they are the same kind of people.

It was only after he picked up his phone that he realized that it was already three o'clock in the afternoon, and the beeping busy tone started to sound, and he realized that most of the sex workers were just catching up on sleep at this point. He was afraid of disturbing the young alpha, Just as he was about to hang up, he got connected, and he heard an inquiring "Hello", gentle and clear, just like his pheromone.

"Hello..." Jian Chengxi held the phone, inexplicably cautious, "I...is... are you Ono?"

There was silence at first, and then a chuckle that didn't make people nervous: "Yes, I'm Gao Xinye."

"Is it Cheng Kei?" he said, "I like it when you call me Ono, Cheng Kei."

"Okay, Xiao Ye," Jian Chengxi sniffed, held the bottle in the other hand, and continued to pour it into his mouth. Gao Xinye heard his whimpering, and asked him what was wrong and why he was crying.

"I'm not crying," Jian Chengqi wiped his face and wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes, "I'm drinking."

He laughed and danced awkwardly on the bed like a fool.

"I didn't cry," he stubbornly denied again, breathing more and more heavily, "I didn't cry."

"Okay, Cheng Qi didn't cry." Gao Xinye coaxed.

"I'm just a little unhappy," Jian Chengqi tugged at his collar, he was very hot, his body was so hot even though his heart was so cold.

"Are you free? Ono, do you have any business tonight?"

Gao Xinye was silent for a second or two: "Not yet."

"Then can I ask you out again?" He gave up on himself, "Can you come and fuck me?"

"Okay." His Ono agreed, "I'll accompany you."

"Really..." he said, "thank you, I'll wait for you..."

He was really drunk, his voice was soft, like a gossamer floating far away, and it would break without the wind blowing.