After picking up the young master lost by the wealthy

Jiang Meili stayed in the hospital for a week, and spent 500 yuan in hospital expenses. Jiangyao, who lived in Jiangyao, ran out of ammunition and food, and had no money in her pocket.

He and Si Mao made up their minds and decided to take Jiang Meili home to raise him.

Later, Jiang Yao asked for a few more days off to solve Jiang Meili's problem of eating, drinking and drinking.

After Jiang Meili suffered a stroke and was paralyzed, she could not speak, and her brain was not working well, she always looked at Jiang Yao sideways.

The relationship between Jiang Yao and Jiang Meili is not good, and he reasonably suspects that Jiang Meili is guarding against killing her mother and stealing money.

Jiang Meili didn't have any clues about her financial situation - she didn't think about their poor and poor family, did they have a basis for killing their mother?

Jiang Meili was placed at home by him to rest for a day, Jiang Yao fed her younger brother, packed her schoolbag, and walked to the district health center two streets away.

When he walked downstairs, he saw Xiaoci again beside the garbage dump.

The clothes were dirtier than the previous few days, with rain and mud on them, like a map.

Xiaoci was thrown downstairs by him that day and has never left. He wandered downstairs, picked up some leftovers dumped by the landlord when he was hungry, and slept in the cement hole piled up in the opposite house when he was sleepy.

When he saw Jiang Yao, he bared his teeth and stared at him like a dog seeing a person.

Jiang Yao sneered, picked up a small stone from the ground, and threw it towards Xiao Ci vigorously.

He didn't hit Xiaoci, but he still screamed, hugged his head, and ran away with short legs.

"Fuck. Damn, am I still afraid of you?" He warned towards the place where Xiaoci was running away: "Don't fucking let me see you! Otherwise, I'll call the police and arrest you."

Jiang Yao looked away, and the two children from the landlord's family in front of him looked at him shyly.

"Look at that, I even beat you together."

The two children turned pale with fright, and slammed the door shut.

The son of the director of the health center is his buddy Lao Hu. The two grew up wearing the same pair of crotch pants and became bullies in the alleys.

Jiang Yao was the worst, and Lao Hu was the second worst. He became the most feared bastard for the children in Santiao Street near his home.

After hearing about Jiang Meili's incident, Lao Hu shed a man's tears. As soon as Jiang Yao stepped into the health center, Lao Hu grabbed his hand and cried, "Comrade, heaven has given us great responsibility..."

Jiang Yao shook off his hand: "Get lost."

Old Hu laughed happily: "Are you in a bad mood?"

Jiang Yao found the disposable water cup with ease, pulled out the water stopper and poured himself a glass of water.

"Get out if you see it. Where's the medicine I asked you to prepare for me?"

The health center is a "Huaixing" building that combines Chinese and Western styles. The roof tiles of old Hangzhou are used on the top, and the white tile wall is used on the bottom. The green and white crossed tiles are very cheap.

The door is the window, and the corner is the infusion room.

Lao Hu sat in the window and helped his father look after the house. By the way, he dug out two packs of traditional Chinese medicine from the drawer and threw them into Jiang Yao's hands: "Decoct in the clinic. I won't charge you for decoction."

After Jiang Yao finished drinking the water, he didn't bother to talk to him: "Let's go."

Lao Hu was lying in front of the counter: "Didn't your mother have a child in her arms, what about others?"

Jiang Yao paused.

Old Hu said: "The last time Aunt Jiang brought him to our place for vaccination."

Jiang Yao looked back at him: "Simao asked you to be a lobbyist?"

Lao Hu threw a fruit candy to him, grape-flavored: "No, he looks so pitiful, why don't you send him to the police station?"

Jiang Yao: "You have a lot of love, you can go and give it away, I don't have time. By the way, this son of a bitch is a gummy candy, be careful that he sticks to you, and you won't be able to tear it off."

Jiang Yao has a deep understanding, this Xiaoci is a ruthless character, he is not afraid that he is a piece of dog skin plaster, he is afraid that he is a good-looking dog skin plaster who can flatter.

Yibi, who was very scheming at a young age, seized Jiang Yao's position as the head of Jiang Yao's family as soon as he arrived at their home, and became the second-best treated person in the family after Jiang Meili.

Jiang Meili sleeps on the bed, and Xiaoci sleeps next to her. This kind of treatment is not even available to Jiang Yan.

Put it in Gongdouju, a proper Niu Hulu Zhen Huan.

In terms of fighting, Jiang Yao has never been afraid of anyone. He was beaten from under someone else's stick. The only difference from the little hooligans on the street is that he is beautiful, and he is still in junior high school. He has a higher education level and a relatively higher political status. Gao is the only member of the Communist Youth League.

But compared with Xiaoci, who is playing tricks and playing tricks, Jiang Yao's methods are slightly insufficient.

Fortunately, Xiaoci didn't have such a good life. Jiang Meili, who loved him, had a stroke in less than half a month. Jiang Yao, who didn't love him, is now the boss of the family.

Back downstairs, Jiang Yao looked around, but didn't see Xiaoci.

Xiao Ci is like the wild cats and dogs nearby, he can't find anyone in broad daylight, and only appears in the middle of the road at night to pick up some leftovers.

Along with Xiaoci, there is a homeless man who sleeps near the boiled water room all the year round. He is a madman in his 50s and [-]s. He has all his belongings dangling on his body, including empty plastic bottles and broken pieces he picked up. Cotton wool, that's what he used to sleep at night.

This lunatic likes children, and he is always bullied by the nearby children with a smile. They throw small stones or a kind of thorny seed at him, the kind that can't be removed when it sticks to people.

Jiang Yao went home and took four empty kettles, and dug out a few dimes from the sugar bowl.

The big kettle costs [-] cents a pot, and the small one costs [-] cents.

Glancing at Jiang Yan who was sleeping beside the bed, he took out another 30 yuan to buy a can of milk powder.

Jiang Yan has just turned one year old and has been weaned for a month. He still eats milk powder and eats it all day long.

A person like him can't even be called a dog's tail grass, at best it can be called a moss of society.

Compared with the homeless people on the road, there is only one more household registration book, one more ID card, and one more house to live in. Other than that, there is not much difference.

Jiang Yao screwed the sugar jar on, and when it was put down, there was a "click", which sounded like the sugar jar and the sound from the window.

He turned around and opened the window, and the lock embroidered on it fell off completely.

With a violent tug, Jiang Yao tore off all the rest.

He suddenly felt very annoyed.

This kind of trouble started a few days ago when he found out that Jiang Meili was paralyzed. The inexplicable anger was in his heart, leaving him nowhere to vent.

Who did he vent to?

The younger brother who just turned one year old, the paralyzed mother, or the problem child who is dying?

Jiang Yao hammered the wall, took a deep breath, and coughed overwhelmingly.

He has a bit of bronchitis, so he can't be too angry, he will cough when he gets angry, and he will cough until he retches.

The venting of the poor is actually very limited, and Jiang Yao doesn't even dare to throw a kettle.

The gene of poverty is almost carved into his bones, no matter how angry he is now, things at home cannot be dropped, and if they break, he has to spend money to buy them.

"money……"

Jiang Yao had had enough of coughing, sat on the edge of the bed, and sighed dejectedly.

"Where can I get the money?"

Jiang Meili, who is paralyzed, needs to take medicine every day. The monthly cost of traditional Chinese medicine is 300 yuan.Jiang Yan wants to eat milk powder, and it costs more than 100 a month.

My tuition and miscellaneous fees for the next semester will be 600 yuan, and I also need living expenses for meals. After he goes to school, who will take care of Jiang Meili and Jiang Yan?

He is 14 years old now, he can't do anything, he can only stare blankly at the chicken feathers.

Jiang Yao sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, thinking: Otherwise, I might just inherit my mother's business and sell my ass just like Jiang Meili.

Thinking of this, his boring life finally ushered in a laughing point, Jiang Yao amused himself and laughed.

He was charming, with slender eyebrows, a straight nose, a white face and hands, almost glowing white, whiter than the female stars hanging in Lao Hu's bedroom, like a finely carved porcelain figure.His eyes are very long, like a fox, and he looks cold when he looks at people. Because of his family, he exudes a precocious smell of corruption all over his body. To use the old Hu's rebellious words to describe him, he looks so good that he wants to be hugged and fucked. Fuck, have fun.

If it weren't for him being too fierce and cold, with a straight face all day long, as if someone owed him 200 million, selling his ass would definitely make a lot of money, and people who wanted to sleep with him lined up from the street to the end of the street.

After Jiang Yao finished playing, he bent down to pick up the kettle on the ground, and went downstairs to turn on the water.

I met that homeless man on the road, he was smiling, and when he saw Jiang Yao, he posted it to say hello to him.

Jiang Yao didn't bother to talk to this lunatic, so he closed his eyes and pretended he didn't see it. When he got home, he mixed the milk powder first.He tested the temperature on his hand, and after confirming that it was not hot, he stuffed the pacifier into Jiang Yan's mouth.He was still too young, and he was not very good at holding the bottle. Jiang Yao hugged him and patiently finished feeding him.The kid didn't have enough milk bottle after eating, so he grabbed Jiang Yao's coat with both hands, trying to tear his coat off.

Jiang Yao pulled his hand off: "There is no milk for you, sleep, don't cry."

After Jiang Yan was settled, he turned to look at Jiang Meili.

Jiang Meili fell asleep peacefully. Judging from her face, it was not obvious that she was paralyzed.

What Jiang Yao has to do every day is to wipe her face and hands. Jiang Meili is a beautiful woman, and she will never allow herself to not take a bath for a day.

He poured hot water into the white porcelain washbasin with a red background, reached for the towel hanging on the railing, stared blankly, and put the basin down.

Someone had touched the towels on the railing.

Jiang Yao is very concerned about such trivial matters. To put it bluntly, he just loves to care.Whoever moved his things, or whoever moved the things he had arranged, he could find out in minutes.

When I went out, the towels on the railing were still stacked twice, and when I came back, it was three layers.

There is no door in their house, and you can come in by opening the curtain. Jiang Yao put the washbasin on the ground, and searched around the house lightly, but found no thief.

Jiang Yao opened the door to the north. This door is facing the water heater outside. Push the door and go out to a rooftop, which is quite large and connected with the farmer's house next door.

This is the fifth floor, a little distance from the first floor. Jiang Yao found Xiaoci running towards the back of the rooftop on the empty rooftop.

He scolded his mother, and grabbed Xiaoci from the rooftop in two or three steps.

Xiaoci's strength was much weaker, his face was abnormally red, Jiang Yao pulled him up and threw him on the ground.

"I told you not to fucking come back, didn't you hear me?"

Xiaoci got up from the ground, his face was covered with dust, his eyes were vacillating: "What's wrong with Mom?"

Jiang Yao said coldly: "Who is your mother? I have never seen you so shameless, calling other women mother. Come to my house to be a snail girl, right? Who asked you to wipe her face?"

Xiaoci didn't show his teeth and claws as before, swallowed his saliva, and stood pitifully on the edge of the roof.

He was barefoot, and his skinny and tender feet were covered with bloodstains. He had lost one of his shoes, and the other was left with a layer of rags.

Jiang Yao stared at him, and said, "Children are trouble. Get out of here. If you come again, I will go to the police station and sue you for trespassing. Do you know what trespassing is? The police will arrest you and go to jail."

Xiaoci fell to the ground and remained silent.

He was very dizzy, his eyes were blurry, and the high fever took away the last bit of his sanity.

Xiaoci soon couldn't support his body, fell on his back, smashed his nose, and two nosebleeds crawled from his nose to the ground.

He thought to himself: am I going to die?

The author has something to say: I can’t die, I can still eat my brother’s milk when I grow up [bu

"Huaixing" is the English homophony of fashion