Sick and beautiful people are not allowed to be white moonlight

Chapter 121
The explosion this time wasn't big, but it wasn't small either.

The captain realized something, and blurted out: "That boy Shangdu is still inside!"

This sentence immediately froze the firefighters who were lying fanning the wind. Not long ago, they sacrificed a team member. This time...

Forget about being tired, they quickly stood up from the ground and rushed in.

"Fuck..."

"When will this fucking day end?"

It is inevitable that some people will complain.

Many of these factories caught fire and exploded because of not paying attention to fire prevention, or smoking and dropping cigarette butts inside.

There are many factories in Banhai Town, and on average, two factories have this kind of fire every month.

The firefighters rushed in and saw Shangdu coming out. The black firefighting uniform on his body had a noble and noble style. He took off the helmet with his left hand, his face was blackened by the flames, only those black eyes, It was as bright as the cold light on a dagger, sharp and dazzling.

He holds a fire extinguisher in his right hand.

Hot and sweaty.

"Shangdu, you scared everyone to death." The captain came over and gave him a slap on his chest.

Shangdu is very strong, he belongs to the type that looks thin when he wears clothes and takes off his clothes. Usually when they change clothes together, they will unexpectedly find that Shangdu has muscular muscles, not only chest muscles, but also hard abdominal muscles.

Only this time, with the captain's hammer, Shang Du immediately gasped in pain.

"Shangdu, what are you doing? Don't pretend, you can go back after preparing."

Shangdu put down the fire extinguisher, his lips turned white, the captain realized something was wrong, and hurriedly asked: "What's wrong?"

"fine."

Shang Du switched his left hand, picked up the fire extinguisher and left.

After extinguishing all the flames in the firecracker factory, the firefighters finally completed their task and returned to the fire station on the fire truck.

I can get off work on time at eight o'clock in the evening.

Shangdu changed into his regular clothes, got on the bus, and arrived at Banhai Town Station in about 10 minutes.

Passing by the clinic downstairs, he habitually glanced inside, saw Lingyan chatting with Grandma Cai, and Grandma Cai forced her to stuff a pack of snacks, Shangdu frowned.

She was a delight.

Shang Du leaned against the door and knocked hard on her door, successfully attracting Ling Yan's attention.

Grandma Cai also saw him, and smiled at Lingyan: "Lingyan, I won't bother you anymore, if you like to tell grandma, grandma will send it to you after she has done it."

After the death of Grandma Cai's son Fu Yong, the daughter-in-law who was eight months pregnant chose to give birth to the child. Grandma Cai, who originally wanted to commit suicide, suddenly had a spiritual support and began to focus on her daughter-in-law.

But the Cai family's daughter-in-law didn't recover all of a sudden, she fell while walking, and her lower body was bleeding.

In desperation, Ling Yan administered acupuncture to Cai's daughter-in-law and prescribed several Chinese medicines to stabilize her.

Therefore, Grandma Cai was very grateful to Lingyan, and sent over the glutinous rice cakes that she just made today.

Lingyan didn't refuse Grandma Cai's kindness.

She only charged 30 yuan for the medicine prescribed to Grandma Cai and her daughter-in-law.

I just settled my accounts a few days ago, and I have lost 3 yuan in the two months since I came to Banhai Town.

Grandma Cai left with a basket of vegetables.

Lingyan put her eyes on Shangdu: "What?"

Shang Du's complexion was not good, and a pair of deep and sharp black eyes stared straight at her. After looking at her for a few seconds, he snorted coldly, left without saying a word.

"Who cares about you."

Lingyan let out a half-baffled cry, and when she raised her eyelashes, she could only see the corner of Shangdu's clothes.

Her brows and eyes were raised, her eyes were neither cold nor indifferent, she pulled the corner of her lips, and laughed out loud.

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Shang Du took off his upper body clothes in the bathroom. There was a twisted and hideous scar from his chest muscle to his abdomen. His back was facing the mirror, and he was hit by a heavy object while fighting the fire today.

A large area of ​​bruising and swelling at the shoulder blades on the back is terrifying to look at.

Shangdu found the wanhua oil in a corner, poured it on his shoulder blades, lowered his deep and sharp eyebrows, and pushed and rubbed vigorously, trying to loosen the blood so that it would heal faster.

During the process, he didn't show any expression, he didn't seem to feel the pain, only the cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he vaguely knew that he was not as relaxed as he appeared on the surface.

About 10 minutes later, Shangdu threw the empty bottle of wanhua oil into the trash can, pulled down his pants and began to shower.

Putting on a white bathrobe, he walked to the living room while wiping his hair. When the phone rang, he glanced at it, and his thin lips were pursed into a line.

He took out a bottle of red wine from under the sofa, pressed it against the corner of the table and pried off the cap with a snap. Without taking the glass, he just looked up and drank most of the bottle in one go.

The red wine stained the corners of his lips, which was extremely distinct from the light-colored lips.

Shangdu wiped it casually and answered the phone.

The female voice from over there was lukewarm.

"Shangdu, today is the anniversary of your brother's death, won't you come back?"

Shangdu's dark eyes became darker, he took out another pack of cigarettes, took out another cigarette, lit it in his mouth, and took a deep breath.

The straight back seemed to be bent by some gravity, unable to straighten up.

He said, "No."

"Do you have a conscience? Don't forget how Shang Xiu died, Shang Du!"

"You don't even see us now, do you think we are sorry for you or what?"

"Shangdu, you are too ignorant and let us down too much. I knew you were like this..."

Shang Du took her words: "If I had known earlier, I would have strangled me to death."

There was silence for a while, as if unexpectedly he would answer, but it was only a few seconds, and the voice hinted at anger again.

"Shangdu, why didn't you die in the first place!"

With a snap, the phone was hung up by the woman.

Shangdu maintained the posture of answering the phone, and did not turn on the light, and by the moonlight, he could only see his figure a bit lonely and lonely.

He smoked one cigarette after another, drank many bottles of wine, and he forgot how many there were.

He didn't understand either,
Why wasn't he the one who died at that time.

In fact, many times, some people live just to atone for their sins.

For example, Aya smoke.

Between life and death, the surviving person seems to do everything wrong, no matter what he does, he must mention the dead person.

Holding on to the living person is not for any other reason, just because he is alive and the other person is dead.

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Ling Yan glanced at the time, the hour hand was just at ten o'clock, she tidied up and turned to turn off the lights, when there was a rustling sound behind her.

Lingyan turned around and saw Shangdu who was still wearing a white bathrobe and smelled of alcohol.

Shang Du drank a lot, his eyes were slack, his cheeks were a little red, he straightened his long legs, and sat on the stool.

A pair of sharp black eyes are not aggressive at this moment, looking at her eagerly, like a big dog.

Ling Yan was silent for a few seconds, then poured him a glass of water: "Have you drank a lot?"

Shang Du didn't speak, just took her water glass and drank it in one gulp, his hands resting on the counter, his long black eyelashes trembling.

His voice is hoarse.

"Ayayan, can you turn off the light?"

(End of this chapter)