Sick and beautiful people are not allowed to be white moonlight

Chapter 124
It was very quiet in the house.

There was only the sound of colliding with the floor when the wine bottle was put down, and Shangdu's voice.

Shang Du pulled his lips and smiled: "But I'm still not dead."

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That day, he thought he was finally free.

But when he woke up again, he returned to the ward, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Shanglu's indifferent face.

Shanglu said: "Shangdu, your brother is dead, what are you still making troubles about? You are too ignorant to get your parents' attention in this way!"

Shen Yi fainted from crying, and when she woke up and knew that Shangdu had committed suicide, she just sneered: "It's best to die, Xiuxiu was killed by him!"

"I knew that there were dirty things on him, so I shouldn't have left him in the store. If I had known this would happen, I should have strangled him!"

Shang Du lay in the hospital for a month before recovering.

After this incident, Shangdu never went back to the merchant again. In fact, whether or not he went back seemed to have little effect.

He has been working part-time since high school, he knows how to watch stocks, has business acumen, and has made a lot of money.

When he is in a bad mood, he likes to throw money in the slums for fun.

Interesting at first, then meaningless later on.

Some people are more than just poor. Being poor is a terminal illness.

Shangdu has a secret, which he doesn't tell anyone.

He wants to be a doctor.

But cutting his wrist hurt the nerves in his right hand, and he would tremble when holding the knife, and he couldn't hold it stably.

This life is destined to miss.

After graduating from university, Shang Lu and Shen Yi came to him and wanted him to inherit the family business, but Shang Du refused.

Came to Banhai Town and worked as a firefighter.

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Ling Yan just listened to the words he said lightly, and felt that her heart was pressed and she couldn't breathe.

Shang Du looked at her sideways, pursed his lips, and said with a smile: "You are the first person to ask me if it hurts."

"It doesn't actually hurt."

Lingyan hugged him and said, "Shangdu, you hurt."

How could it not hurt.

It's just that there is nothing greater than heartbreak, and when the heart is numb, the pain in the flesh seems insignificant.

"You want to be a doctor, don't you?"

Shangdu: "I used to think about it, but now I don't want to. I think being a firefighter is very good. It's all about saving lives."

Ayano felt even more uncomfortable.

He was saving people, but no one was saving him.

Everyone in the world suffers, and everyone is saving himself. If he does not save himself, he saves others.

"Shangdu." Lingyan kissed his eyes, the eyes of a dear one represent cherishment and protection: "I only love you."

Lingyan is not good at talking about love, but in her heart, the highest state of love is distressed.

like now.

She would feel bad that Shang Du didn't have a birthday cake, would feel bad that others bullied him, and would also feel bad that he was alone when he was a child and had no one to play with him.

True love will be in countless small things, and he will feel distressed when he is wronged.

Many times, in Lingyan's consciousness, Shangdu can only be hers, play with her, and talk with her, but now, she suddenly hopes that Shangdu can be loved by more people, not just hers.

Shangdu is very good and deserves the love of others.

"Shangdu, I can perform surgery on you and restore your nerves."

Shang Du's eyes were red, he shook his head and said: "I don't want to, I didn't get it when I thought about it before, and I don't want to think about it later."

"Yayan, why is it my fault no matter what I do, am I that bad?"

"Shangdu is the best." Lingyan is not very good at coaxing people, she only knows this one sentence, she thought for a while, and said solemnly: "Shangdu, don't cry."

"There is a western mountain in the sunset, and there is a morning and evening in the sunset. When you come to the world, you should look at the sun, walk on the street with your lover, and hang out."

"Do you want to go shopping with me?"

Shang Du's eyes were red, and his fingers were trembling when he raised his hand. He pulled the corner of his lower lip, smiled, and held her hand.

"Yayan, you don't need to comfort me. These are all in the past. In fact, I have been living well after leaving the capital for these years."

Lingyan twitched the corners of her lips, but she couldn't smile.

fraud.

If it was going well, how could the ending be suicide.

"Don't pity me, I don't need it."

"I said, it's because I feel bad."

She stroked Shangdu's face with her hand, leaned over and kissed him on the forehead.

"You are the best."

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After a long time, Shangdu fell asleep on her body.

Shangdu drank seven bottles of red wine and became drunk. Talking to Lingyan was to strengthen his spirits. It was because of the paralysis of alcohol that he was able to talk about the past lightly.

The real truth will be crueler than what he said.

For example, when Shangdu was a child, not only was he not liked by the merchants and the Shen family, but he was also not respected by the servants of the merchant.

When Shanglu and Shen Yi took Shangxiu to the amusement park, they would not cook for Shangdu and let him eat cold and bad food. They would cover Shangdu with a wet quilt in winter and call him the God of Plague... …

Why is he so unscrupulous, because even the servants know how much Shanglu Shenyi doesn't love Shangdu's son, and he doesn't even bother to pay attention to him. He also knows that Shangdu will not sue because he is afraid that his parents will dislike him and trouble him.

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Lingyan turned on the light with a snap, and the glaring light made her eyes narrow slightly. After a moment of relief, she noticed that there were tears on Shangdu's face.

She stared at it for a few seconds, then went into the bathroom to wet his face towel and wipe him clean.

She was very strong and could pick up the tall and burly Shangdu and put him on the bed.

Lingyan accidentally touched his shoulder blades, feeling something was wrong, she frowned, pulled down the bathrobe on Shang Du's body, and her eyes sank.

The two palm-sized areas were black and swollen, showing faint signs of bloodshot rupture.

Lingyan breathed heavily, and went downstairs to the clinic to get the medicine for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, and applied it on his shoulder blades.

He fell asleep, breathing continuously, but when Lingyan applied the medicine, he frowned, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

One can imagine how painful it is.

Lingyan's distressed tears fell out, she bit her lip, and after applying the medicine, she helped him tidy up the bathrobe and covered him with a quilt.

Suddenly, she trembled, turned her head to stare at his face, and said something softly.

"Shang Du, Shang Xiu's death has nothing to do with you."

"However, I really killed a lot of people."

Not daring to face the general, the hostility flashed in her dark eyes, trembling all over, she squeezed her fingers tightly, closed her eyes, and gritted her teeth.

A few minutes later, Lingyan opened her eyes and exhaled heavily.

After clearing away the wine bottles and cigarette butts in the living room, I turned off the lights and went downstairs.

Ayayan's withdrawnness is acquired.

She wasn't like this before.

In the long alley, the light of the street lamp is bright, carrying the lonely moonlight on the ground, illuminating the rough road.

Lingyan's walking posture is very beautiful, but the back view has an indescribable loneliness. This is a loneliness that no one can understand.

The wind was so relentless that it blew away the leaves on the tree, fluttering, and landed on a corner of the street.

(End of this chapter)