His condition deteriorated rapidly, and he began to experience frequent comas and memory loss. Something was always blocking his mind, and those beautiful memories gradually disappeared... He copied the address on his clothes to prevent himself from forgetting it. But he didn't dare to go because he knew his enemies were watching him.
Although they were already in the same city, Lu Shu did not dare to approach the young man.
——He is a "mold spot". One look at him will make you sick, but he cannot be transmitted to others.
Later, he found a way to barely survive - teaching people to practice swordsmanship. By collecting money from some rich second-generation children, he could barely exchange some medicine. If he could get more, he would not be able to do so. No swordsmanship school would accept someone like him without a certificate.
In September, on his way out to pick up scraps, he suddenly fell ill and collapsed on the side of the road.
Across the street, a group of high school students were crossing the road. A black-haired boy in school uniform saw him. Although everyone else was taking a detour, no one wanted to get close to a homeless person, but the boy ran towards him.
"Are you okay?" The black-haired boy leaned over. He was wearing a clean and tidy white school uniform, which was in stark contrast to the dirty homeless man.
Lu Shu lowered his head, not daring to let the boy see his appearance. But he was overthinking it. His dirty white hair covered his eyebrows and eyes. Anyone who saw the elegant young man four years ago would not think that he was the same person.
“Hello? Is this 120? Someone is sick over at the Hongqi Supermarket on Qingshan Road... Hey, where are you going?” The young man had just said a few words when Lu Shu barely stood up and limped away.
Under the gray sky, the rain fell endlessly. Lu Shu, wrapped in wet clothes, stumbled forward.
He didn't know where he was going or how long he could live, but he couldn't accept the boy's kindness and implicate him.
——He was like an ant struggling to survive under the watchful eyes of an eagle, with an invisible hand gripping his neck. Every time he tried to survive, he would be pushed back into the water.
Unexpectedly, the boy followed.
"Uncle, your illness needs treatment."
The boy couldn't see Lu Shu's face clearly, he only saw Lu Shu's hands which were full of pits and bruises - like the hands of an old man. So he called him uncle.
The pair of white and slender hands that were making tea and dancing with the sword had long disappeared in the slop.
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