She wanted to change the man's bed sheets, but she couldn't hug him, and there were too many bedsores on his body. Ah Chou didn't dare to move much, so he didn't change the sheets for him immediately, but just covered the man with a clean new quilt. While looking at the oily pillow, she went back and fetched her own crimson pillow. Pulled out the pillow under the man's face. The soft pink pillow was stuffed in again.
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. 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 that was brought in just now into eight pieces. She folded the eight pieces of cotton cloth. Then he took out a piece, folded it diagonally, and spread it under the man. Think of it as a diaper.
After putting it away. She straightened up. When facing a man again, I feel a little embarrassed. Even though he was still lying on his stomach without saying a word, Ah Chou felt that he must be very uncomfortable. At that moment, Ah Chou tucked the quilt for him, and said in a low voice: "It's okay, who can be free from illness and disaster in this life? You are sick now. It's nothing to do. When you get better in the future, we don't need it." That's it."
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.