Chapter 816 Born for you (5)
From the forehead to the eyes, to the bridge of the nose, to the jaw, large areas of skin are all covered with burn marks, which spread all the way down to the neck.
His ears are also slightly distorted, like plastic bottoms that have been burned by fire, curling and deforming.
The plot on the computer was frozen again, his deep eyes were quietly watching it, and his fingers were slowly retracted.
The room was very quiet, so quiet that even the sound of passing vehicles outside could be heard clearly.
On the 1.2 meter single bed, the quilt was neatly folded and placed at the head of the bed.
The wardrobe on the side is also old, with a faint yellow color.
The man sat in front of the computer for a while, then lowered his eyes and stood up.
He didn't eat for a day, which made his mind dizzy, as if he was about to fall down in the next second.
He is tall, but thin, with long and white arms, clean fingers, and a refreshing soap locust fragrance on his body.
He clutched his stomach, hunger made his stomach throbbing again, like a bundle of ropes, tightly twisted together.
The pain first surged slowly like fine water, and then broke out like a violent storm.
When his stomach throbbed violently, the man bent his waist slightly physiologically, and his fingers curled into fists.
He lowered his head, pursed his lips tightly, and did not make a sound. In the dim room, he could only see his beautifully curved jawline, which was as perfect as a work of art made by God himself.
He wore slippers and walked out slowly.
I took a glass of cold water in the dark living room and finished it.
This seems to be a behavior he has become accustomed to. Even if the lights in the living room are not turned on, he can still find the water dispenser calmly.
After drinking a glass of cold water, there was finally something in my stomach.
Stomach pain is only slightly relieved, but it doesn't help.
Because of drinking the cold drink, after a while, the stomach pain will come back again, oppressing his already muddy nerves again.
Open the refrigerator, the refrigerator is cold, but there are no ingredients left in it.
There are only a handful of wilted green onions, a tomato with a rotten surface, and the last bit of dried noodles.
This is far from enough for a grown man.
He took a look, then took out the rest, opened the pot, and cooked the noodles.
When the lights were turned on, the entire small apartment was fully visible.
The man lives alone. Although the apartment is small, everything is tidy and simple.
He was wearing slippers, boiling water and putting ingredients in the kitchen in an orderly manner.
Even though his stomach hurts badly, his face still has no expression, as if he has been numb.
The water was boiling in the small pot, and the water was gurgling, and it was boiled quickly.
Hot steam came out of the pot, covering the man's fair face, as if he couldn't see everything clearly, only felt that he was like an angel descended from the sky, so pure and unbelievably pure.
His eyelashes are long, thick and slender, and his eyes are as deep as black gemstones, extremely calm.
The noodles in the pot softened quickly, floating on the surface of the water, frothing with foam.
He stared at the surface of the water, as if looking at whether it was familiar, but in fact he seemed to be in a daze.
Stand still, like a wooden man.
In the living room, the hour hand stopped at the seven mark.
(end of this chapter)