Sick and beautiful people are not allowed to be white moonlight

Chapter 112
In the dense night, Ling Yan held a black umbrella, stepped on the floor with silver high heels, and walked into the depths of the alley.

The place I live in is rented, and the landlord is Zheng Shuixiu, a kind-hearted woman who pushes an oven and sells roasted sweet potatoes on the street on weekdays.

There are a total of four rooms in the courtyard, and she rents the easternmost one.

Next door to Lingyan was a young man named Qu Jin, who dropped out of school last month. His mother got tuberculosis and couldn't work. Because there was no money for medical treatment, he could only lie at home waiting to die.

Qu Jin refused to accept his fate, dropped out of school to work, and delivered couriers, picked up bottles, moved bricks, etc. in the small town, as long as he was paid, he would do anything.

At the age of seventeen or eighteen, he was an angry horse in fresh clothes, but he looked like an old man in the twilight. His dark eyes were full of vicissitudes and fatigue, and his whole body was lifeless.

The other two tenants are girls, one named Yu Zhilian and the other named Tao Wenya.

Lingyan opened the door, and heard the sound of smashing bowls from the next door, the sharp female voice was roaring, Qu Jin smashed the door and came out.

A piercing cough resounded, and she was crying.

Lingyan's long black eyelashes drooped slightly, and she raised her footsteps to enter the next door.

On the wooden bed against the wall, the quilt was scarlet-colored. A haggard woman coughed while clutching her chest. There was a smashed bowl on the floor.

Seeing someone coming, she yelled fiercely: "Who let you in, get out!"

Lingyan ignored her roar, picked up the broken bowl, glanced at the dead woman, closed the door, and returned to her house.

The world is impermanent, people are used to birth, old age, sickness and death, some people accept their fate, some people struggle, it's just an established fact.

…………

The emerald green mountains are layered on top of each other, shrouded in a cloud of mist, the ancient town is full of emerald smoke, the rooster clucking to wake up the dawn, thousands of fireworks in the world, vulgar and elegant.

"Dong dong dong."

The wooden door was knocked.

Shangdu lay on the sofa and was awakened by the knock on the door. After a night's rest, the fever subsided and most of his body recovered.

He didn't have many friends in Banhai Town. At this moment, he couldn't think of who was knocking on the door outside.

However, without thinking, he opened the door rudely with his slippers on.

Seeing the person coming, Shang Du lowered his eyelashes: "What's the matter?"

Aya smoke standing outside the door.

Holding a black silk umbrella, wearing a moon-white cheongsam that reaches ankle length, and silver diamond-encrusted high-heeled shoes.

Elegant posture, elegant face.

Lingyan looked at him and stretched out her hand: "Sir, my hand is stuck."

Shang Du was startled, and looked at her hand.

The hands are slender, white and slender, but the index finger is caught by a jade ring.

Fingers are congested, red and swollen.

"Can you help me?" she said again.

Shang Du's Adam's apple rolled, and his dark lips pursed: "Look for someone else."

"Ah..." Lingyan hesitated for a moment: "But I am in so much pain, I only know you."

"I'm resting today." Shang Du just looked at her calmly, his eyes were cold, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like he wasn't easy to get close to.

The implication: Find another firefighter.

He gestured to close the door.

Ling Yan stretched out her hand to block it, her eyes seemed to be full of autumn water: "Sir."

Shang Du was silent for a few seconds, his pure black pupils swept towards her waist, her legs, and at the end, he gave a tsk laugh.

"The voice is nice, the waist is slim, and the legs are long. Are you interested in me?"

"Yeah." She answered.

Shang Du pulled his lower lip: "Seduce me?"

Aya smoke: ...

She was good-looking, Shang Du had seen all kinds of beautiful women, but this was the first time he had seen one as beautiful as her.

It's amazing at first glance, and the more you look at it, the better it looks.

Shangdu remembered her.

"hiss……"

The finger was caught by the ring, and the blood did not circulate for a long time, and it was painful and numb. She just moved a little, and her face turned pale from the pain, and she gasped.

Shangdu glanced at her faintly, then turned and went to the living room to get the toolbox.

Glancing at the other's white and tender hands, he said, "Don't cry."

"Does it hurt?" Ling Yan frowned.

Shang Du didn't answer, but snorted coldly, his hands were calloused, and he grabbed her wrist.

The rough fingertips rubbed her skin red, and the lubricating oil was poured down, but it didn't come out.

"Is the ring expensive?" He took out the scissors and asked.

"It's expensive."

Shang Du clicked his tongue, opened the scissors, and put it on her index finger: "That's a pity."

Lingyan didn't react, her index finger was relaxed, and the ring was crushed by him.

He is unreasonable and wants to close the door again.

"Can I wash my hands?" she whispered.

Shang Du frowned, his eyes showed disgust, as if he thought she was busy, he ignored her, and slammed the door.

Ling Yan looked at the red and swollen hands expressionlessly, raised her eyes, and pulled the corner of her lower lip.

…………

in the afternoon.

Shangdu was still sleeping back into the cage, when he heard knocks on the door again, three knocks rhythmically, he covered himself with the quilt, thinking to ignore it and wait for a while.

It lasted for 10 minutes, and it was still ringing.

Shang Du pulled the door handle, opened the door, saw Ling Yan standing outside the door, and said in an unhappy tone, "What are you doing?"

Lingyan folded her hands on her abdomen, with a low eyebrow and a pleasing look: "The light in the shop is broken, can you change it for me?"

Shangdu: "Look for someone else."

"But I only know you."

This is the sentence again.

Shangdu's eyes were cold and indifferent, and his tone was faint: "I will charge."

"I gave the money." Lingyan smiled softly at him.

Being disturbed in his dream, Shang Du couldn't fall asleep, so he simply carried the ladder and followed her downstairs, and changed all three lights in the clinic.

Lingyan took out one hundred and gave it to him: "This is the fee."

Shangdu didn't answer, and saw him sweeping her waist with dark eyes, speaking very badly, like a hooligan: "Look at the waist, it's really thin."

"You can still touch it." Lingyan took his words.

Shang Du looked at her with a pair of dark and cold eyes, and said coldly with his thin lips: "What are you flirting with?"

"Fire?" Lingyan chuckled, brushed her cheongsam, and approached him, her brows were like water, her red lips curled up, and she grabbed his sleeves: "Sir, do you want to see my legs?"

This sentence was really fatal, as if Shang Du had been poisoned, he really glanced at her legs faintly.

Suddenly he came back to his senses, and after realizing what he was doing, a flash of anger flashed across his ferocious face, he sneered, and quickly left with the ladder on his back.

Lingyan brushed her hair, threw the light bulb she had just replaced into the garbage bag, and continued to open the unfinished book slowly.

Nothing but three.

She didn't go to Shangdu again to show her presence.

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The weather was cloudy and cold, and it started to rain. Lingyan went back to the capital today to treat an old man. In the afternoon, she took a bus back to Banhai Town, and there was a fire at a station passing by.

She got off the station and went over with the medicine box on her back.

The firefighters had just finished fighting the fire and took off their helmets. Their exposed faces were blackened by the smoke, their eyes were red, and they hit their bodies with water guns to cool down.

Lingyan easily saw Shangdu standing in the crowd dripping with sweat, she pursed her lips, and walked over to ask.

"Sir, are you hurt?"

　ask for a ticket~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)