Chapter 254 Thank You for Your Hospitality

Zhao Yi shook his head, and his figure passed through the lantern-lit shop door and plunged into the biting cold wind.

He walked alone on the street for a long time, from the bustling street with endless shouting to the increasingly desolate suburbs of the west city. When he returned to the dilapidated small building, only the light of the kerosene lamp in the building remained in the darkness.

Zhao Yi stepped up the steps step by step, and after entering the house, he found that Ling'er had fallen asleep peacefully on the sofa at the door... One of her hands was still holding a small blanket, as if she couldn't help falling asleep while waiting for Zhao Yi to come back.

There was no electric light in the house. Zhao Yi stood at the dim door, looking at Ling'er who was still snoring slightly, and a faint smile appeared on his face frozen by the cold wind.

He walked into the house softly, picked up Ling'er from the sofa, and walked to the bedroom... But during this process, even though Ling'er was very light, Zhao Yi still felt a tearing pain in his back, which almost made him lose his balance and fell to the ground with Ling'er.

Fortunately, Zhao Yi held the wall with one hand to stabilize his body. When he put Ling'er back on the crib, his forehead was already covered with sweat.

"Damn it..."

Zhao Yi gritted his teeth, tremblingly took out a pill from his pocket and swallowed it. He squatted at the door for a long time, and the pain that pierced his soul was slightly relieved.

Dr. Chu's diagnosis was correct. Zhao Yi had already clearly felt that his physical fitness in all aspects was declining... At this rate, in a few days, he would have to lie paralyzed in bed and wait for death.

The hazy moonlight sprinkled on the bed, reflecting Ling'er's sleeping face. Zhao Yi's fists clenched unconsciously, like a sculpture in the dark.

After an unknown amount of time, he took out a wrinkled form from his pocket, and his gray eyes gradually turned into determination.

He gently covered Ling'er with the quilt, touched her head, then closed the door, and disappeared in the dark room...

Zhao Yi just walked downstairs and saw Xu Chongguo sitting at the door smoking.

"Xiao Yi, when did you come back?" Xu Chongguo asked in surprise when he saw Zhao Yi walking out of the house.

"Just came back..."

"Oh, I didn't know when you would come back, so I took Ling'er to our house for dinner... She should be asleep at this time, right?"

"Yeah."

"Have you eaten?"

"... No."

Xu Chongguo looked at Zhao Yi's pale face and asked in confusion, "What's wrong with you? Are you worried?"

"..." Zhao Yi was silent for a moment, and a smile squeezed out of the corner of his mouth, "Uncle Xu, Ling'er, I may have to trouble you to take care of her in the future..."

"What do you mean?"

"I found a good job, but the requirements there are stricter, it is a confidential unit, and I may not be able to come back often in the future."

"Confidential job?" Xu Chongguo looked at Zhao Yi in surprise, "Where did you find it?"

" I found it from the official side." Zhao Yi changed the subject, "Although it's a bit tiring, the salary is very good. I can't spend it in that unit, so I asked them to send it out... Ling'er is too young, so I will use your name to collect the money."

"Ah? Oh... no problem."

Xu Chongguo seemed to remember something, "Have you finished your medical examination?"

"After the examination, the doctor said it was just an external injury, and the problem is not serious. It will heal quickly after some medicine."

"As long as you are healthy, you can make money anyway." Xu Chongguo nodded, "But you go to work, no matter how difficult it is to come back, you have to come back occasionally... Ling'er is growing up, if you don't come back more often, you won't recognize her by then."

Zhao Yi was stunned for a moment, looked in the direction of his own door, and smiled slightly.

"Then I'm leaving, Uncle Xu."

"Have a good trip."

Zhao Yi walked down the stairs and was about to continue moving forward when Xu Chongguo's voice rang again.

"Xiao Yi."

"Hmm?"

Zhao Yi turned around and saw Xu Chongguo holding a cigarette in one hand, saying to him with emotion, "Do you know? You are now like a man who stands tall and proud... If your father sees you now, he will be very happy."

Zhao Yi was stunned, pulled the corner of his mouth, not knowing whether to cry or laugh... He did not respond, but turned his head silently and walked to the end of the dark street.

The cold wind at night cut his cheeks like a knife, loneliness and sorrow tore him into pieces in the corner where no one paid attention. Zhao Yi was like a sick wolf leaving the group step by step. As he gradually sank into the darkness, a fire ignited deep in his heart.

That was the fire of unwillingness, that was the fire of anger, that was the final echo of a dead person falling before dawn. Zhao Yi held the form in his hand, and suddenly had an uncontrollable impulse!

He quickened his pace, quickened! Quicker!

He almost ran in the cold night, passing by a few pedestrians returning home. He didn't know what he was going to do or where he was going. He only knew that the suppressed young heart needed a channel to vent the last emotion.

After an unknown amount of time, he panted, supported his knees with his hands and stood in front of the noodle shop.

"Little brother, why are you back again?" The middle-aged man who was about to close the stall saw Zhao Yi and asked in surprise.

Zhao Yi looked up at the shop illuminated by the lanterns. In a trance, it seemed to overlap with the breakfast shop in his memory... He stood at the door in a daze, and it took a long time for him to come back to his senses, and walked in with a big smile.

"Boss! Give me a bowl of noodles!"

The boss who was halfway through closing the stall was stunned, "Ah? Oh... OK, if you want to eat, I'll make you another portion. What kind of noodles do you want?"

"Here comes a big bowl of noodles!" Zhao Yi slapped all the last change in his pocket on the table, like a rich man with a huge fortune.

"Choose the biggest steak for me! No... I want two pieces!!"

The boss looked at Zhao Yi with a strange expression, but he still started cooking the noodles skillfully. Not long after, a steaming bowl of noodles was handed to Zhao Yi, covered with two large pieces of steak, both as big as the mouth of a bowl. , I can barely turn the noodles with my chopsticks.

Zhao Yi didn't care whether it was hot or not, he picked up the chopsticks and rolled them into his mouth, making a fragrant slurping sound.

"Slow down... Hey, slow down, no one will compete with you." The boss couldn't help but advise.

Zhao Yi did not stop, he greedily sucked every drop of soup in the bowl. This was the last meal he prepared for himself, and it was also the last end he drew for his young and vivid life...

A bowl of noodles, two large steaks;

Zhao Yi felt that enough was enough.

When he slapped a clean noodle bowl back on the table, he let out a long burp, and then spoke loudly:

"Boss, bring me a pen!"

Although the boss was suspicious, he still handed Zhao Yi the pen he used to keep accounts. The latter took out a tattered form from his arms and wrote two big characters in the final name column:

——Zhao Yi.

He put the pen back on the table, took the form and strode out of the store.

He stood outside the door in the cold wind, on the edge of the lantern light and the dark street, and turned slightly... He looked at this store, or the breakfast restaurant in his memory, or the place where he had been for nineteen years. Life, murmured:

"……thanks for treatment."

He disappeared into the darkness.