MTL - Old Injury-Chapter 17

【Never owned is more miserable, or is it more miserable to have it and lose it? 】

I saw that he could not walk, so I went up to help him. As soon as he walked up to him, he didn't touch his hand, and his eyes were fixed on the spot.

"Don't touch me."

The moonlight shines through the glass window on the other side of the corridor, and it falls on his eyes as if frost. I curled my fingers like I was scorched by the flames, and I took a step back involuntarily.

He staggered against the wall and continued to walk forward, stopping after a few steps. Breathing cautiously and laboriously, even a beta with poor hearing, I can hear it clearly now.

Looking at Song Bailao's stubborn back, I gritted my teeth, quickly caught up with him without looking at his face, put him up and walked to the bedroom.

"You let go..." He wanted to break free, but suffering from the pain, he could only be unwilling to be supported by me.

Into the bedroom, he finally gathered a little strength and struggled to push me away.

With a "bang", my back slammed into the door, no matter how good my temper was, it would be worn away by his ignorance.

"Can you stop being angry with me at this time?" I said in a low voice, "How old are you, can you not tell when and what to do?"

Song Bailao slowly moved his body little by little, his joints were like rusted gears, and every time his arm lifted a little, there would be a moment of stagnation. After some effort, he took off his coat with difficulty and threw it on the carpet.

He turned wearily: "Go out, I don't want to see anyone."

Red always looks amazing on a white background. I stared at his back in shock. I don't know if he moved too much or just like this on the road. There were bloodstains on the newly changed white shirt.

"Can't you understand human language?" He unbuttoned his buttons, and seeing that I didn't move, he ordered the eviction again.

"You...the wound is bleeding again." Just now, I was still a little angry. When I saw Song Bailao's injury so badly, I was a little frightened again, and I didn't speak smoothly.

He turned his head and glanced at his back, and said nonchalantly, "I'm not dead, isn't bleeding normal." He took off his shirt, revealing the bandages all over his body. Sure enough, the blood smeared on it even more, dyeing a large piece of bandage red.

He didn't even look at the blood-stained shirt, he fell down on the bed, and didn't move.

I was afraid that he would faint, so I looked closely for a while, and after confirming that he was all right, I folded the quilt on the other end and covered it below his waist.

A closer look reveals that there are many old scars on Song Bailau's back that are not wrapped by bandages, and the shapes are also different.

I remember that he used to get hurt a lot, but most of them were minor injuries from fights, and a Band-Aid was enough. There was only one particularly bad injury. The entire back was blue and purple, and the shoulder was swollen, as if he was beaten with a stick or something.

He couldn't reach it himself, so he forced me to rub the medicated oil for him. At that time, I wondered what kind of expert could beat him like that, but now it seems that this expert is likely to be called "Luo Qinghe".

Song Bailao owes a bit of beating, but he has been rebellious for so many years, will it be too late to educate him with sticks?

No matter how much Ning Shi hates me, she has never labeled me like this. The most painful time was when she was drunk and scalded my arm with a cigarette butt. At that time, there was a big bubble, which left a faint mark after holding back. After so many years, it is almost invisible.

If it weren't for the inappropriate time now, I just wanted to ask Song Bailao if he was adopted.

"You..."

I was so close and my eyes were open, it was easy for Song Bailao to notice.

He raised his head, very impatient, as if he was going to curse again. But the pair met my face, and I swallowed the words that came to my mouth for some reason, and replaced them with a nonchalant sentence: "You go out quickly."

I thought about what I could do, and asked him, "Are you thirsty? Would you like me to bring you a glass of water?"

Song Bailao has probably never met such a difficult opponent as me. He lay back on the pillow again, with the back of his head facing me, accentuating every word.

"No, you leave me alone for a while."

If you go further, you will be really crazy.

I accept it as soon as I see it: "Okay, I'll sleep next door tonight, just call me if you have anything."

He didn't answer me again, lying there motionless.

I picked up the clothes on the floor and walked out of the room lightly.

"Yo, this... do you want to be called Miss Luo?" Sister Jiu took the dirty clothes from my hands and saw the blood stains on them, her face changed suddenly.

"Don't bark now." Song Bailao is now like a beast who only licks his wounds alone, with a big temper and high vigilance. Bleeding. "It's late today, so it's not convenient to pick her up the mountain. Let's ask her to change the medicine tomorrow."

I asked sister-in-law nine for some antipyretics and anti-inflammatory drugs, and then went upstairs with warm water.

When he put the water glass on the head of the bed, Song Bailao had already fallen asleep. I reached out to probe his forehead, the temperature of that piece of skin was okay, not burning, and there should be no fever.

Looking at his sleeping face for a while, I found that he didn't even loosen his brows when he fell asleep, but still frowned.

Pointing my index finger on the crease between his eyebrows, I said in a voice that only I could hear: "Does it hurt? This is the end of the mess."

Song Bailao frowned suddenly and rubbed his face against the pillow. I was so frightened that I quickly retracted my hand. Seeing that he hadn't woken up for a long time, I breathed a long sigh of relief against the beating heart.

I couldn't sleep for a while, so I decided to go to the library to find a book to read. I also remembered that I accidentally dropped the photo album that contained Song Bailao's "secret" last time, and I haven't had time to return to its original place. He doesn't even allow others to see his weak side. If he finds out that I was peeking at his privacy, he might kill me.

I shivered involuntarily, and I was determined to find it and put it in its place.

According to my memory, my index finger crossed the spine of the book one by one. After searching for about five minutes, I finally found it.

It was only now that I found out that the author of the photo album was also named Song. With some hunch, I turned the pages of the book, took out the yellowed envelope, and placed the recipient's name against the two words on the cover.

Song Xiao.

The same person. No wonder Song Bailao chose this photobook to collect letters.

Looking at the publication information, the book was published fifteen years ago, and the postmark on the envelope was sixteen years ago.

The mother, who had no news at first, suddenly learned of the other party's news one day, and found that he was still living his life well, and also published a photo album called "The Meaning of Life". When Song Bailao discovered this book, he must have been so happy and saddened.

"The Meaning of Life"... I flipped through it and found that this is a collection of bird observation photos, falcons and falcons, all dazzling and beautiful, as if the next It will jump out of the screen in seconds.

To collect so many birds, he must have traveled a lot.

Being alone, do you understand the meaning of life? Ironic.

Pinching the slightly thick envelope, my heart was at war.

For a while, the angel said on the right: "It's not good to look at people's privacy, so let's put it back."

After a while, the devil said from the left: "You watched Song Bailao but you don't know, look, you watched a little bit last time anyway."

The angel retorted: "Last time was an accident, not intentional."

Devil: "Then take this as an accident too."

The angel wanted to say something, but was stabbed to death by the devil.

Forget it, I've seen it for a while, and it's not bad to see more.

I sat on the sofa, turned on the floor reading lamp beside, and started to read Song Bailao's letters one by one. There are five letters in total, adding up to about three or four thousand words, and it is not difficult to look at. And although Song Bailao's words are immature, they are quite upright.

The theme of every letter can't be escaped - I want Song Xiao to pick him up.

Luo Qinghe's attitude towards Song Bolao seems to have changed a lot after his remarriage. Such differential treatment made Song Bailao confused and felt that he was not needed and was a superfluous person.

Luo Qinghe not only threw the bird he rescued out of the house without regard to Song Bailao's feelings, but also punished him without asking the reason when he quarreled with his stepson.

Xia Qiao was a cowardly and incompetent in his opinion, he would only cry when he was in trouble, a useless omega with no opinion, and could not be compared with Song Xiao at all.

Generally speaking, he awarded his "new home" as worthless.

The last letter was shorter than any of the previous ones.

[Dad said you don't want me anymore. It's you who left me, it's not that he wants to keep me, is it true?

I thought you didn't let me go with you because the Locke family prevented me from following you.

No one needs me at all...]

Finally finished, I let go of the letter in my hand and let it fall freely onto my lap.

Luo Qinghe, if he posted his deeds on social networking sites, he would definitely be popular. Thinking that Song Bailao was no older than Youyou at that time, would Youyou also have this idea, thinking that no one needs him at all?

Wiping my face, I folded the letter and stuffed it back in the envelope, then got up from the sofa and put the photobook and Song Bailau's "secret" back on the top shelf of the bookshelf.

I took this magazine and went back. When I passed by Song Bailau's bedroom, I happened to hear the sound of a glass breaking.

I pushed open the door and rushed in, fearing that something might happen to the other party.

Song Bailao leaned out of the bed with a small body, looking at his posture, he should have wanted to drink water, but accidentally knocked over the glass.

He seemed to be startled by me, his arms were hanging in the air, and he was frozen there. When I saw that it was me coming in, I suddenly relaxed my muscles and lowered my arms.

"You came very fast..."

"Just happened to pass by."

I squatted down to pick up the glass shards, and Song Bailao's voice sounded again in my ear: "Go pour the water, what garbage are you picking up."

I had to stand up again: "You wait."

Go downstairs to pour a glass of warm water, and also found Song Bailao a straw for Song Mo to drink yogurt. He drank a large glass of water through a straw. I saw that his face was a little flushed, and something was wrong in his heart. When I reached out to touch it, he really had a fever.

"Give me the medicine, I'll take it and sleep well." Song Bailao shook off my hand and went to look for the medicine on the cabinet.

I stopped him and pressed him back to the bed: "Don't move, I'll take it for you."

After taking the antipyretic, he lay back and soon became quiet again. I covered the quilt for him, sat down on the single sofa by the window with a magazine in hand, and read it.

Song Bailao had a fever and sweating, and even talked nonsense in the middle of the night. I went to wipe him, but he didn't know who I was, grabbed my hand and asked me why I did such a despicable thing, and then asked me why I left him.

"I'm sorry." I coaxed him to let go, "I'm sorry, head office, please forgive me?"

Song Bailao stared at me with red eyes for a while, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and finally let go.

"How is it possible, dreaming..." He lowered his voice a little, and fell asleep again after a while.

In the early morning of the next day, I kept my face awake all night and asked Sister-in-law Nine to call Luo Mengbai.

Luo Mengbai came quickly and appeared in front of Song Bailao in less than an hour.

"Why did uncle put such a heavy hand suddenly? What did you do to make him angry?"

Song Bailao sat cross-legged on the bed with his back to Luo Mengbai. Luo Mengbai carefully cleaned his wound with tweezers and cotton wool. I stood by and held the medical tray as an assistant, handing over various tools and instruments in time.

"A half-sized star swallowed a few sleeping pills for me, and forced me to see him after washing his stomach. As a result, he was dug up by someone with a heart and almost became the headline of today." He has already The fever has subsided, but the voice is still hoarse and the spirit is not good.

Luo Mengbai laughed when she heard this: "This little star is so noisy, cousin, you are really in trouble. Then, uncle will beat you?"

"You also know what he is preparing for recently." Song Bailao dragged every syllable for a long time, looking weak, "He said that if he lost his vote for this matter, he was one vote away. Just hit me with a whip until the votes are filled. I told him to stop waiting and fight directly without making so many excuses."

I frowned. This father and son are really... too hard. The mouth is tough, the bones are tough, and the temper is tougher. Things that can be explained simply with the mouth have to be troubled.

Luo Mengbai began to stand up and wrap a bandage on him: "There should be a lot of fans, too many stars, so they all gave up voting for my uncle, how could he have to lose thousands of votes, right? This matter is indeed dangerous. It's dangerous, cousin, no wonder uncle is angry."

"You really are family..."

Song Bailao didn't say anything, but this was not a good thing to hear, Luo Meng paused, sighed softly, and continued to move.

"You are also part of this family, cousin."

Song Bailao sat there, his back slightly arched, and he was silent and did not reply.