This attack is poisonous

Chapter 4

The author has something to say: For some reasons, the overhaul started from this chapter, and the content is all brand new. Friends who have read it can come back and read it again.

Xiaoqian didn't sleep well that night, and woke up earlier than usual in the morning.

His alarm clock was set at 07:30, but today he woke up and lay in bed waiting for a long time before the alarm clock went off, so long that he wondered if the alarm clock was broken.

Because he couldn't see, he couldn't determine the time, so he could only get out of bed gropingly, planning to go out and find someone to ask what time it is, or go directly to the store, anyway, he has nothing else to do except the massage job easy to do.

It's autumn now, and in this place where the four seasons are particularly distinct, Xiaoqian's favorite seasons are spring and autumn, neither hot nor cold, and the temperature is just right, so you can just wear a single coat.

He touched the neatly folded clothes at the end of the bed, took a random set and put it on, then went out to wash his face and brush his teeth.

Most of his clothes are darker in color, and he specifically confirmed it with others when he bought it.

Light-colored clothes get dirty easily, and he can't see them, so it's hard to wash them off.

He is wearing a pair of dark blue straight-leg jeans and a gray round-neck sweater today, the most common style, with a row of black English letters printed on the chest of the sweater, which is not aesthetically pleasing.

The workmanship of the clothes is very rough, the seams of the jeans are crooked, the sleeves of the sweater are a bit asymmetrical, and there are many exposed thread ends, and the fabric is also relatively poor. It cost less than 100 yuan.

But this is much better than when he was homeless. He had no source of income for more than half a year, and his clothes were found in the trash can and thrown away by others.

The winter in the north was too cold. In order to keep himself warm, he put on everything on his body, and he was not willing to throw anything away. Even so, he still got a lot of chilblains from the cold, and it was hard to survive that winter.

While washing his face, he touched his stubble and thought with some annoyance that it was time to shave again.

He couldn't afford an electric razor, so he used the cheapest razor that cost a few dollars each, the kind with a broken blade that could be replaced.

He entered the room with a mouthwash cup and a toothbrush, found a razor from the old wooden table, held the handle in his right hand, touched the stubble on his chin with his left hand, and began to shave carefully.

Although he was much more proficient than when he was shaving like this at the beginning, he still accidentally injured himself again, and this time the wound was bigger, probably because he just lost his mind.

Blood flowed from the fresh cut, quickly staining his chin red.

He was afraid that blood dripping onto his clothes would make them dirty, so he quickly used his left hand to touch it under his chin, and at the same time put the razor in a familiar place on the table, so that he could not find it when he needed to use it next time, and then went out to wash it again face once.

When the water touched the wound, it hurt so much that he couldn't help frowning and hissing.

After he came back, he touched the rolled paper on the table, pulled two pieces off to wipe off the water on his chin and the blood that just came out again, and then pressed a new paper towel on the wound for a while to stop the bleeding.

Because he was not sure if he had wiped off the blood, he wiped it a few more times.

There was a trash can under the table, and feeling that the wound was no longer bleeding, he bent down to touch the edge of the trash can, and threw the paper ball in his palm into it.

At this time, his alarm clock finally rang, which meant that it was not broken, and he didn't have to think about how to fix it, so he was relieved and felt a little better.

After tidying himself up, he touched the bamboo pole behind the door last night and leaned on it to go out.

He walked the way from the rental house to the massage shop many times, so it didn't take much effort. After exiting the alley, turn right and there is a breakfast shop. The price is not expensive. He usually eats breakfast here, and today is the same as usual. It's just that he came a little early.

"Xiaoqian got up early today." The proprietress of the breakfast shop greeted him loudly when she saw him.

"Well, I woke up early and got up, good morning, Aunt Zhang." Xiaoqian replied gently.

"Be careful, don't fall, what are you going to eat today?" Aunt Zhang asked as she was busy. The business in the shop was very good. There were a lot of people buying breakfast at this time, and she was too busy to get away.

"A vegetable bag, a vermicelli bag, and a bowl of porridge." Xiaoqian was walking up the steps carefully when he spoke. The storefront was higher than the street, and there were five or six steps at the door.

"Okay, you go in and sit for a while, and I'll bring it in for you." Aunt Zhang yelled cheerfully.

Xiaoqian thanked her, but when she reached the last step, she suddenly slipped, her body lost her balance, and she was about to fall backwards.

He was already mentally prepared for a fall, but unexpectedly, instead of hitting the ground, he fell into someone's arms.

He could feel the man's chest was broad and firm, as if his chest muscles were well developed, and for a moment it reminded him of the man he dreamed of at night.

"Are you all right?" He heard someone behind him ask.

"No, it's okay, thank you." Xiaoqian thanked him quickly, and then tried to stand firm while holding the bamboo pole in his hand, when the person behind him helped his arm again.

He felt the hand was big and powerful.

Really like that guy.

"You're welcome, be careful next time." The person supporting him said softly.

"Are you... the guest from yesterday?" Xiaoqian finally remembered his voice and asked in surprise.

"Well, it's me. I came to have breakfast, and I happened to see you." Chen Rong let go of his hand when he saw that he was standing still.

"Thank you just now, let me treat you to breakfast." Xiaoqian said with a smile.

It's fine if it's not that person.

Dazed by his smile, Chen Rong was stunned for a while before recovering and said, "Then I won't be polite."

But Weng Jie rarely smiled when he was with Chen Rong, so Chen Rong was not familiar with his smile.

Although I saw him smile yesterday, it was Xiaoqian's smile when facing the guests, which was different from the present one, which belonged to him alone.

Xiaoqian is no longer young, and his life has not been good in the past few years, so when he smiles, there are some fine lines at the end of his eyes.

In the past, a playboy like Chen Rong would never have looked at such a person more than once, but now he can't get enough of it. No matter how you look at it, how do you feel about the neglected face of a man in his thirties? Good-looking, even the fine lines around his eyes fascinated him.

"Do you live near here?" Xiaoqian asked as he walked inside.

"Well, it's not far from here." Chen Rong followed behind him, looked at his back, and replied.

Xiaoqian walked for a while, then turned around suddenly, and said to Chen Rong, "I can't see, I need to trouble you to find an empty seat."

"This way." Chen Rong put his hands on his shoulders and led him to an empty table.

The tables and chairs in the store are all very simple and not clean, with the greasy feeling common in small places.

Xiaoqian groped and sat down on the stool. Chen Rong sat opposite him, not caring about the sanitary problems here, and his eyes never left Xiaoqian for a moment.