After picking up the young master lost by the wealthy

When washing her face in the morning, Jiang Yao touched her lower lip.

His face was reflected in the water, and there was a piece of broken skin on his mouth. He muttered, "Why are there so many wounds on my body recently?"

Standing beside him, Xiaoci brushed his teeth, spat out foam, washed his face, and said calmly, "Maybe I bit my mouth while eating yesterday."

Jiang Yao felt pain while touching: "It's all bitten, why can't I remember anything?"

Xiaoci moved the vegetables in the pot to the plate: "You were drunk yesterday, brother."

Jiang Yao pushed him in: "Hurry up, it's raining outside, and the water is flooding into the house."

The sewer on the roof is not well done, the stagnant water has already overflowed the insteps outside, and some of it has overflowed into the house.

After eating, Jiang Yao mopped the floor, fixed the schoolbag for Xiaoci, sent him to school first, and then went to school by himself.

Liming Primary School and Community Middle School are two opposite directions. Jiang Yao has to walk twice as far every day to get to the class.

He was always the last to come and the wettest.

Fortunately, the rain boots are more reliable, and the shoes are not wet.

The doors and windows of the classroom were tightly closed, and there was an unpleasant smell of water, dry hair, dry clothes, and some people secretly took off their shoes, and there was a smell of feet in the shoes.

Jiang Yao frowned: "Nuclear weapons, this is it."

Si Mao had two balls of napkins stuffed in his nostrils: "It's a biochemical weapon."

Jiang Yao walked to the back door, kicked the door open, and then opened all the six windows at the back, ignoring everyone's eyes.

The water mist from outside came in, dispelling the stench in the rear row.

The study committee member who led the reading in the morning joked, "Jiang Yao, what are you doing?"

Jiang Yao got angry and threw her schoolbag on the table: "Didn't you smell the stink?"

A gentle boy in the front row muttered: "It's cold with the window open...the rain is coming in..."

Jiang Yao kicked his desk violently, the man trembled all over, and quickly shut up.

The study committee members didn't dare to speak anymore, their class was afraid of Jiang Yao.

Si Mao chuckled: "Brother, it's really you."

Although Jiang Yao has good grades, he also has a bad temper. He has been in the same class for three years, and everyone knows that he is not easy to mess with.

No one in the school dared to confront him.

The classmates in the class have objections, and it is unreasonable to ask the head teacher, Teacher Su.

Jiang Yao is the first in the exam, and the school expects him to be admitted to Tsinghua University and Peking University. If you have the same high score as him, you are justified.

In the morning self-study, Jiang Yao made such a fuss, and the atmosphere in the class was a bit depressed.

Coupled with two consecutive math classes and two ideological and political classes, everyone fell asleep.

After the fourth class, when the bell rang, everyone's heads hit the table together. They didn't eat, so they wanted to save time for eating, and took a nap for an hour and a half.

Jiang Yao got drunk last night and went to bed early, and now that he is not sleepy, he took out the test paper and made two.

The rain outside is getting heavier and heavier, which means that it is continuous into rain and fog. The gray sky and the gray world are like Jiang Yao's gray life.

In the afternoon, as soon as the get out of class bell was played at 05:30, the students who did not live on campus began to pack their schoolbags one after another.

Jiang Yao glanced at the rain outside, took out an umbrella from the drawer, and prepared to go to Liming Primary School.

At the back door, Du Xiaoduo's broom was snatched away by Fan Tian, ​​Fan Tian grabbed her hair, and the bow tied on her head was violently torn off, Du Xiaoduo's neatly combed hair instantly became a mess.

She kept her voice silent, Fan Tian winked at Yao Mei, her follower, and Yao Mei and another woman put Du Xiaoduo in the middle.

"Bitch, who told you to wear a bow tie? Didn't I say last time that you're ugly with this? Who will you show it to?"

Du Xiaoduo lowered her head.

"Say!"

Snapped!

A slap hit her face.

Du Xiaoduo's face was tilted to one side, her hair was disheveled, red and swollen.

Suddenly, someone lifted her chin again, and Fan Tian's devilishly beautiful face fell into her sight.

She wore delicate makeup, and her facial features were twisted together by disgust and jealousy.

"Did I ask you to give Jiang Yao the love letter?"

"Give it to..."

Yao Mei took out a love letter that had been torn into four pieces from her schoolbag, Du Xiaoduo's face was pale, and the blood disappeared from her lips in an instant.

Fan Tian patted her face with a piece of paper: "Yes? Bitch, is it fun to lie?"

Du Xiaoduo: "I...I dare not..."

The love letter was written by Yao Mei.

But not in the name of Fan Tian, ​​but in the name of Du Xiaoduo.

Of course, the content is not the poems of a young girl Huaichun, but all kinds of obscene words and vulgar words describing adult sex and love.

"What are you doing, my sweet sister." Lao Hu suddenly appeared, hooked Fan Tian's shoulders, and squinted at Du Xiaoduo: "Who is making you unhappy?"

Fan Tian rolled her eyes: "Can you move your hand?"

Lao Hu looked at Du Xiaoduo, she shrank herself into a ball, hid in the corner and didn't look at anyone.

The face is swollen and the hair is messy.

Old Hu: "Calm down, Fan Tian, ​​Jiang Yao will come out in a while."

Fan Tian: "I'm not in the mood to see him."

Lao Hu quickly looked out of the window: "The sun is coming out from the west."

Fan Tian glared at him fiercely, Lao Hu took out a cigarette, lit one and bit into it: "I just saw Brother Hui waiting for you at the school gate, why don't you go?"

Fan Tian straightened her hair: "Bring me a glass of milk tomorrow."

Lao Hu patted her butt, "Then you should give me money."

Fan Tian glared at him, with a hint of shyness in this look.

Du Xiaoduo hugged her schoolbag: "Thank you..."

Old Hu sighed: "You said you were unlucky, why are you always blocked by her?"

Du Xiaoduo burst into tears, picked up the broom on the ground, and explained in a low voice: "Today I am on duty..."

Old Hu: "Fan Tian will definitely not let you go, you might as well go to the class and let Jiang Yao accompany you, lest she kill you back."

Du Xiaoduo shook her head: "She is because..."

Old Hu: "I know."

Du Xiaoduo combed her hair again and stood at the back of the classroom to wipe the blackboard.

Lao Hu brought Jiang Yao's umbrella over: "That's it, I think you should stay with your goddess, otherwise your sister Fan Tianhao will finish making out with her brother Hui in a while, and she will inevitably come back to trouble Du Xiaoduo."

Jiang Yao said with a cold face, "Is she finished?"

Old Hu Le said: "What is this called? This is called your love debt. You have to know it yourself. Look at the little girl, she was slapped on a small face."

He stuffed the torn love letter from his pocket into Jiang Yao's hand: "Here, look at this, it's so pornographic and so hot."

Jiang Yao crumpled it up impatiently: "I still have to go to accept Xiaoci."

Old Hu: "It won't matter if you don't pick it up for a day, I'll pick it up for you. Now is your chance to behave, a hero to save the beauty, Du Xiaoduo won't fall into your arms and let you handle it?"

Jiang Yao kicked him: "Get lost!"

At 05:30, the students at the school gate had almost left.

Simao's bicycle creaked to a stop in front of Xiaoci, dragging off his poncho. It was not Jiang Yao, but Lao Hu.

Lao Hu lay on the front of the bicycle: "Go, I will pick you up today."

Xiaoci looked at him coldly: "Where's brother?"

Old Hu: "Your brother is now serving as a knight for the princess. If he can't come, I will take you home. He will be back later."

Xiaoci took out the umbrella from her schoolbag and opened it: "I'll go back by myself."

Lao Hu: Hey, this kid, didn't Jiang Yao say that he has no umbrella, where did this umbrella come from?

"Stop making trouble, Xiaoci, I'll take you back, how can you go in such heavy rain?"

Xiaoci shook off him: "I'll go by myself."

He walked into the rain curtain, didn't even pick up the old beard, and made the old beard angry: "Damn it, little bastard, if it wasn't for your brother's sake, who the hell would come to pick you up! The dog bit Lu Dongbin, You don't know good people. Go alone!"

Lao Hu straddled his long legs, got on his bicycle and left.

At 06:30, the sky was getting darker and darker. When Jiang Yao returned home, he didn't see Xiaoci, so he slowed down putting down his schoolbag for a moment.

"A small speech?"

No one at home responded.

"Hold!"

Jiang Yao grabbed the umbrella and ran out.

Lao Hu was doing his homework at the front desk of the health center when someone slammed the window loudly. He opened the window, and Jiang Yao, who was drenched all over, appeared in front of him: "Where is my brother!"

Lao Hu's heart skipped a beat: "Xiao Ci didn't come home?"

Jiang Yao stared at him fiercely: "Didn't you pick him up!"

Old Hu: "Ah... He, your brother won't let me pick him up. I let him get in the car but he won't get in. He said he wants to walk back by himself. Didn't he go home?"

Jiang Yao kicked the wall violently, and the dust fell off the wall. He turned his head and walked into the rain curtain. Old Hu panicked: "Jiang Yao! Jiang Yao, where are you going!"

On the way to Liming Primary School, there is a bridge and a river.

At the end of this river is the Qiantang River. In previous summers, children who went down to bathe in the river were directly washed into the river, and their bones could not be retrieved.

Jiang Yao's heart beat like a drum, and his eardrums ached from the sound of the rain. Lao Hu followed behind without saying a word. Both of them rushed to the gate of Liming Elementary School before they had time to open their umbrellas.

nobody.

Jiang Yao turned to go to the class, it was empty, all the chairs were overturned on the table, and there were no students on duty.

The teachers in the office also left, and the security guard reminded the two of them that the school was about to close, so come out quickly.

Old Hu said: "Jiang Yao, maybe your brother went to play at a classmate's house, don't worry."

Old Hu said again: "He is so old, can't he take care of himself? Besides, it's raining so hard, he must have found a place to hide from the rain."

Lao Hu also said: "Jiang..."

Jiang Yao turned around and punched him hard.

Caught off guard, Lao Hu fell to the ground.

He looked up at Jiang Yao, Jiang Yao's beautiful eyes were red, and the cold hatred penetrated his bone marrow.

The rain kept hitting the two of them, and Lao Hu suddenly felt that his heart was colder than his body.

"Jiang Yao...I..."

Jiang Yao said coldly: "What did you tell him?"

Lao Hu got up from the ground and apologized: "I said you and Du Xiaoduo are students on duty at school..."

Jiang Yao grabbed his collar and yelled, "What the hell did you tell him!"

Old Hu: "I... I just said that you want to accompany the girl, you can't pick him up..."

Jiang Yao pushed Lao Hu away fiercely, and Lao Hu grabbed his hand: "Jiang Yao..."

His voice trembled: "I'm sorry..."

Cars came and went on the road, and splashes of muddy water sprinkled between them, drawing a boundary line.

Passers-by holding umbrellas hurried past, occasionally looking up, staring at them in surprise.

Suddenly, umbrellas in the rain rushed towards one direction, and Jiang Yao heard a sharp scream in his empty mind.

"Overboard! Someone overboard!"

Blossoming umbrellas are still crowded in one direction, crowded at the head of the bridge, crowded at the side of the bridge.

Jiang Yao snapped back to his senses, pushed aside the rain curtain and the crowd, and ran towards the river.

There are many onlookers, pointing to a bright red in the gray river: the school uniform of Liming Primary School.

A heated discussion erupted under the crowded umbrella: "It's a child!"

"Help! Is there anyone to save him!"

"I can not swim!"

"It's raining so much, how can I save it! You'll die as soon as you go!"

"I see we are holding hands and tied with a rope, I will pull him!"

Proposals were put forward one by one and rejected one by one.

The heavy rain, the flood-like river water, and the ghost-like aquatic plants under the water, everything is exhausting everyone's hopes.

Jiang Yao took off his jacket and rushed directly into the water. Old Hu was one step faster than him, and hugged Jiang Yao tightly: "You are fucking crazy! Jiang Yao! Jiang Yao!! He is not Xiao Ci!!"

Jiang Yao let out a scream, and bit Lao Hu's shoulder with one bite, blood was dripping immediately.

Lao Hu clenched his teeth in pain, but he didn't let go, holding Jiang Yao like an iron wall.

"Someone jumped into the water to save someone!"

Old Hu was stunned, and quickly said: "Jiang Yao, someone has gone down!"

The person who jumped into the river was a middle-aged man. Jiang Yao stared at him blankly. From the plastic bottle on his body, he could tell that he was a homeless man who had been wandering in these streets.

He remembered that he seemed to like children very much, and he always took the candies he didn't know where to pick up, and handed them to the students returning home with a smile.

His parents were afraid of him, so they called the police to arrest him.

The child laughed at him, so he often beat him with a stick.

The river was rushing, the tramp caught the child, and the bridge burst into amazing cheers.

Everyone stared at him with bated breath, cheered for him, and encouraged him.

The child was sent to the shore by his hands, and there were already people waiting on the shore to carry the child up.

They stretched out their hands to pull him, but he didn't have the strength to grab it, and another wave of river water hit the bank, taking away a small piece of moss from the city.

Lao Hu dragged Jiang Yao and ran wildly: "Let's go! The child has been rescued, go and see!"

Sneaking into the crowd, Lao Hu could clearly see the child's face, it was not Xiaoci.

He breathed a sigh of relief, for himself, he was really afraid that Jiang Yao would never talk to him again.

There was blood in Jiang Yao's throat, like a knife cut.

Lao Hu saw that the child looked familiar, and looked at Jiang Yao: "Isn't this the child?"

the kid—

At first when everyone bullied the homeless, the children helped the homeless and were beaten by other children several times.

When I saw him again later, he had already turned his back and beat the homeless with everyone.

Jiang Yao also met this homeless man and this child two months ago.

The other children called him "Old Beast", "Beggar", "Raper", "Toad".

The child who fell into the water took him a candy that day, and said embarrassedly: "Thank you uncle."

The child who fell into the water kicked and scolded him later, imitating his peers and calling him a "rapist".

The child woke up and saw the plastic bottles on the shore, sitting there dripping wet, and looked at the body that had been washed away by the water in the distance.

He suddenly stood up and ran wildly along the river bank like crazy, the salty tears and cries were twisted together, revealing a desperate voice: "Uncle! Uncle!"

This city is full of such moss, no one will know when it is born, and even if it is peeled off, it will not hurt.

They comfort each other, hoping to find the meaning of their lives, and find some warmth for themselves in this mediocre life.

Maybe it's a sugar, maybe it's just boiled like this, but the moss will never disappear.

Jiang Yao turned around and left slowly, the heavy rain that had been raining for half a month gradually stopped, the blue sky revealed a little light from the dark clouds, and the rainbow fell from the sky to the ground.

In this insignificant light, in his long life, he saw Xiaoci.

The author has something to say: Xiao Ci: hide and sulk