Chapter 17 It's Not Hot Anymore, Eat It Quickly

She wanted to change the man's bed sheet, but she couldn't hold him in her arms, and there were too many bedsores on his body, so Ah Chou didn't dare to move him, so she didn't change the bed sheet for him right now, just hugged the clean new bed sheet. The quilt was covered on the man, and while looking at the oily pillow, she went back and fetched her own crimson pillow, pulled out the pillow under the man's face, and stuffed the soft pink pillow again go in.

The soft pink pillow looks so out of place with the five big and three thick men, Ah Chou looked awkward and embarrassed, and then whispered to the man: "You sleep on the pillow first, and I will give you the pillow after I unpack and wash it for you." Put it on."

Ah Chou sat on the edge of the bed, thought for a while, and then tore the quilt she just brought in into eight pieces with her hands. She folded the eight pieces of cotton cloth, took out one, and folded it diagonally. Then spread it under the man's body, it's right to be a diaper.

After putting it away, she straightened up, and when she faced the man again, she felt a little embarrassed. Even though he was still lying on his stomach without saying a word, A Chou felt that he must be very uncomfortable, so A Chou hugged him Tucking in the quilt, she whispered: "It's okay, who can live without illness or disaster for the rest of their life? You are sick now, it's okay, and when you get better later, we don't have to do this."

Talking to himself for a long time, Ah Chou didn't feel very depressed. After working for such a long time, Ah Chou felt hungry. Then he remembered that he hadn't eaten yet, so he was so busy that he went to the kitchen and served two bowls of hot food. When the porridge came, she left the kitchen. She turned back and rummaged in the kitchen for a long time before finally finding a spoon. After cleaning the spoon, she carried the porridge and pickles into the dormitory.

"Let's have porridge and pickles for breakfast," Ah Chou put down the tray, took out a hair rope from his bosom and tied Zhong Mingwei's messy hair to the back of his head, and said with some embarrassment, "There are only pickles in the kitchen, I'll go out later." Shopping, what kind of food do you want to eat?"

Zhong Mingwei didn't speak, his Adam's apple moved, he smelled the aroma of porridge, and his stomach growled. How long has he not felt this hungry? He was forced to live humiliatingly while being teased and ridiculed by others all day long, no matter it was cold or hot, good or bad.

The hunger strike failed, he thought about biting his tongue, but every time he put his tongue between his teeth, he couldn't be cruel, he was not afraid of death, he was unwilling, unwilling to die in such a humiliating way, unwilling to die in such a despicable and vicious way. People stepping on his bones to rule the world...

Ah Chou has good hearing, so she was very happy when she heard the "cuckoo" sound coming from his stomach, as if Zhong Mingwei was interacting with her, she was so busy scooping a spoonful of porridge with a bowl , while blowing it cold and then sent it to Zhong Mingwei's mouth: "It's not hot anymore, eat it quickly!"

The warm and fragrant porridge was in front of him. Zhong Mingwei slowly opened his eyes. He looked at the spoonful of thick white porridge in front of him, and then opened his mouth impatiently. The white porridge was fed into the man's mouth, and at the same time he dug out a spoon to send it over. Zhong Mingwei's mouth was wide open, and his eyes were fixed on the spoon in Ah Chou's hand, like a chick waiting to be fed.