She wanted to change the bed sheet for the man, but she couldn't hold him, and he had too many bedsores. Ah Chou didn't dare to move, so she didn't change the bed sheet for him. She just held the clean new quilt and covered the man. While looking at the greasy pillow, she went back and took her own scarlet pillow. She pulled out the pillow under the man's face and stuffed the soft pink pillow back in.
The soft pink pillow looked so out of place with the big and strong man. Ah Chou felt awkward and embarrassed, so he whispered to the man, "You use this pillow first. I'll wash it and replace it for you."
Ah Chou sat on the edge of the bed, thinking for a while, and then tore the sheet she had just brought in into eight pieces. She folded the eight pieces of cotton cloth, took out one piece, folded it diagonally, and laid it under the man, just as a diaper.
After putting it away, she stood up. She felt a little embarrassed when facing the man again. Even though he was still lying there without saying a word, Ah Chou felt that he must be feeling very uncomfortable. Ah Chou tucked the quilt in for him and whispered, "It's okay. Who can live a life without any illness or disaster? You are sick now. It's okay. When you recover, we won't have to do this anymore."
After talking to herself for a long time, Ah Chou didn't feel depressed. After being busy for such a long time, Ah Chou felt hungry and remembered that she had not eaten yet. She hurried to the kitchen and served two bowls of hot porridge. After leaving the kitchen, she turned back and rummaged around in the kitchen for a long time before she finally found a spoon. She washed the spoon and then took the porridge and pickled vegetables into the dormitory.
"For breakfast, we'll have porridge and pickled vegetables," Ah Chou put down the tray, took out a hair tie from his arms and tied Zhong Mingwei's messy hair to the back of his head, and said with some embarrassment, "There are only pickled vegetables in the kitchen. I'll go out to buy some vegetables later. What do you want to eat?"
Zhong Mingwei didn't say anything, but his Adam's apple moved. He smelled the fragrance of the porridge, and his stomach actually growled. How long had it been since he felt this hungry? He was forced to live in such humiliation under the mockery and ridicule of others, with all kinds of disgusting food forced into his mouth all day long, whether it was cold or hot, good or bad.
He thought about biting his tongue when he failed to keep fasting. But every time he put his tongue between his teeth, he couldn't make up his mind. He was not afraid of death. He was unwilling to die in such humiliation. He was unwilling to let those despicable and vicious people step on his corpse to rule the world...
Ah Chou had good hearing, so she heard the "gurgling" sound coming from his stomach. She was very happy and thought that Zhong Mingwei was interacting with her. She was busy holding the bowl and scooping a spoonful of porridge, blowing it to cool it down, and then brought it to Zhong Mingwei's mouth: "It's not hot anymore, eat it quickly!"
The warm and fragrant porridge was right in front of him. Zhong Mingwei slowly opened his eyes. He looked at the spoonful of thick porridge in front of him, and then opened his mouth impatiently. Achou was flattered and hurriedly fed the spoonful of porridge into the man's mouth. At the same time, he hurriedly scooped another spoonful and sent it to him. Zhong Mingwei opened his mouth wide, and his eyes stared at the spoon in Achou's hand, like a hungry baby bird.
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