Flight of the Bumblebee

Why He Qi didn't call the police, he couldn't explain it himself.

Perhaps in a soft corner of his heart, he has a wonderful feeling for this man, somewhere between sympathy and responsibility.

After recklessly saving the man on the bridge, he felt that he had a temporary ambiguous relationship with this man.There is an old saying: Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Should he "send the Buddha to the west" and simply help solve the man's current predicament?Contact the media, go home with love, and end a poor man's homeless life?

He recalled the man's face, the appearance under the big beard was very young, he judged that the man was no more than 35 years old.This explains the problem very well. At a time when he was at a good age and was supposed to start a family and start a business, he lived a life of being displaced and underfed.He Qi couldn't help imagining dozens of tragic life scenarios for him, such as family ruin, enemy framing conspiracy and conspiracy, how miserable and how to set it on him.

Thinking about it this way, the man seemed to him to be getting closer to the mist, and even the light flowing in his eyes in his memory was confusing and confusing.

He Qi opened it and talked about it with Lin You, a good friend from college.On the contrary, Lin You advised him not to worry about it anymore, this person was obviously blackmailing him.A big man with hands and feet does not go to work, commits suicide in public, has he not considered the social impact?Next time you see him, you don't need to call the police, just find an iron rod and greet him in the face!Kill me!

How can you say that you are so fucking cruel, and you are the one who beat you to death. You are [-] miles away from me. If you want to blame you, you have to contact SF Express, and wait for a pig iron cauldron to be delivered to your home. Five feet tall, brother!

Lin You said impatiently, anyway, don't worry about it, this tramp has something wrong with his mind.In all likelihood, he has AIDS. If he appears again, you should call the police and let the police drive him out of the residential area.

He Qi thought about it, and felt that Lin You's words made sense.He is unwilling to speculate on others with malice and prejudice, but unbelievable things happen every day on the social news.It's not that if you live conscientiously, the years will be quiet, and the night is pervasive. It's better for him to have multiple minds.

Today Sunday, no man was seen underneath.It would be noticeable to be there in broad daylight, and more likely, he's gone, away from here, to the next place, maybe the man just wanted to see him last night.He Qi thought that his nerves were a little too sensitive, but he still didn't go downstairs to buy food, and decided to cook something casually in his small kitchen.

He Qi paralyzed on the bed and played games all day, and the two weekends passed in a daze.He has to go to work tomorrow, so he goes to bed early.Get up the next day, get dressed to catch the early bus, and seem to have left everything that happened this weekend behind.

If he hadn't heard the tenant living downstairs complaining to the landlord by accident, He Qi would hardly remember that he once rescued a homeless man who was standing on the Baishui Bridge trying to commit suicide one night.

"That beggar stands downstairs all night, don't be too scary!" Ms. Wu, in her 50s, was wearing a thin vest for the elderly, and complained as she pulled the middle-aged bald landlord in front of the anti-theft door.There is a seven or eight-year-old girl in her family. Her parents just bought an electronic piano, and she played it randomly every night, making the magic sound piercing her ears, so why would she want to complain to them?

He stood aside, pretending to be looking for keys in his bag, listening to what they were saying.

"Sneaky, in the middle of the night, our little girl ran out to go to the bathroom and cried in fright!"

Niuniu in your family ran to the balcony to go to the toilet in the middle of the night?Stop sleepwalking.He Qi complained in his heart.The landlord didn't say anything, but Ms. Wu said again: "Is the public security not very good recently? I haven't seen the police patrolling for a long time. You are the landlord, you have to tell Officer Wu for us, what kind of lunatic Beggars are coming, no one dares to live here..."

He Qi didn't finish listening to their conversation, took out the key from the bag, opened the door and went up.

It was Friday, and it had been a whole week since he saw a man on the rooftop last time.

During the whole week of co-authoring, he waited downstairs lingeringly.He Qi's chest burst into flames, and he went into the house and rummaged around for the murder weapon.Broom, too weird, doesn't fit his identity as a young man.The table that was broken and not put back had broken legs, made of iron.He Qi weighed it in his hand, it was a bit heavy, and it also had the meaning of the underworld, which was not harmonious.He put it down. After all, he couldn't grab the iron rod as Lin You said, and it would be easy to beat him up. If the attack was not serious, it would be him or someone else who would suffer.

He rummaged through boxes and cabinets at home for a while, and finally fished out a tennis racket from under the bed that had been idle for a long time.He swung the racket a few times in vain, and felt that the hand felt okay.I turned upside down and grabbed the part of the net, and made a beating gesture, which was much easier than the original one, and the beating would not be very heavy.

How can I think that in Japan, whenever bad boys fight, whether it is a movie, comics or novels, everyone must carry a huge bat and come on the stage arrogantly.That's an iron club that can hit a baseball at a speed of 130 kilometers per hour. Isn't it afraid of killing people?While waving the racket in his hand, he felt incredible.

He came back early today, before the sunset had time to set.After He Qi had dinner and took a shower, he pulled out a small stool and sat on the balcony in ambush.After sitting outside for a while, he was defeated by the ferocious female mosquitoes. He was defeated and had to leave in a hurry. He went back to his hut to light mosquito coils, and lay on the bed and took out his mobile phone to watch videos.He fell asleep halfway, and when he woke up from the dream, it happened to be one o'clock in the morning when he opened his eyes.

He Qi jumped up from the bed, ran to the balcony and looked down.

Sure enough, the man was really there!He squatted on the ground and held his head, not knowing what he was doing.

"Damn it!" He Qi gritted his teeth and scolded, "What the hell is this guy trying to do?"

He turned around angrily and returned to the house, grabbed the tennis racket he had prepared earlier from the table, and ran downstairs with a clatter.Pushing open the anti-theft door and rushing all the way to the man, the man opened his eyes wide when he saw him, and then saw the racket in his hand. Bushes behind.

He Qi yelled at him to stop, and grabbed the racket and got into the bushes.The criss-crossing branches blocked his progress, and He Qi angrily used his racket to open the way for himself. Seeing the back of the man in front of him panicking and going further away, he was anxious and angry, and yelled at the back: "Hey!" For some reason Yes, the man fell for no reason, and threw himself into the embrace of the earth like a dog eating shit.He took the opportunity to catch up, threw away the racket, grabbed Xing Yan's collar and turned him over, shook his body vigorously, and asked him angrily: "What are you following me for? Say it!"

Xing Yan struggled vigorously, and there was a "wow" sound from his throat like a small animal.However, he just wanted to break free from He Qi's hand, and didn't want to hurt him.Otherwise, with his strength, he would have knocked it to the ground and ran away.

He subconsciously covered his face with his hands.

He Qi originally planned to catch him and solve it with his fist, but just raised his iron fist in anger, he noticed Xing Yan's face that was desperately trying to hide.There were obvious scars on that face, dark red.He roughly pulled Xing Yan's hand away, his cheekbones were blackened a lot, his mouth was swollen, and his face was miserable.

What surprised him even more was that there was red blood in Xing Yan's left eyeball.

He Qi paused, and couldn't help asking him: "What's wrong with your face?" However, he didn't have time to clean up his previous emotions, and he still spoke in a vicious tone.

Xing Yan turned his head away, broke free from his hand even harder, and crawled on the ground trying to escape.

He Qi grabbed the clothes behind him and tugged at him to prevent him from leaving.The two competed visibly, and in the end He Qi had dinner, was slightly better, and dragged him back.

Xing Yan still didn't dare to look at him directly, covering his face, shrinking into a snail in the mud.He Qi looked at him, and the previous anger suddenly disappeared.He let go of his hand, remained silent for a while, and asked the snail, "What's wrong with your face? Did you get hit?"

The option of calling the police subconsciously appeared in his head, but He Qi realized that the police would not care about this matter.This man was like a rat in the gutter, roaming the streets, beaten and bullied, even if he called the police, he was just thrown into the shelter and left to fend for himself.He looked at him, disgusted and pitiful.

Xing Yan pressed his injured face into the soil, slowly moving his limbs on the ground, making sounds from his throat from time to time, looking like an arthropod with a broken leg, frantically trying to escape but unable.

He Qi frowned, turned him over, and asked him with a serious expression: "What's going on with me? If you make it clear, I won't blame you. Otherwise, call the police now, do you believe it?" It was just to scare him, He Qi didn't take his mobile phone at all when he came down.

This sentence really made him panic.Xing Yan turned his head and begged He Qi: "Don't call the police! Don't call the police! I'm leaving now!"

Then he stood up from the ground, without turning his head, he just walked away, not sloppy at all, which surprised He Qi a bit.

He pushed aside the thorny branches of the bushes, and He Qi noticed that his leg was limping when he walked, and he might have just fallen.

He stopped him.

Xing Yan turned around, and the street lamps on the street just shone on his scarred face, his eyes were confused and innocent.

"Come up and apply some medicine." He Qi said.

He took the key and opened the anti-theft door.Xing Yan was still standing under the streetlight, hesitating whether to step forward.

He Qi turned around and said to him: "I just want you to come up and apply some medicine, don't think too much, I'm afraid of luring wolves into the house."

Xing Yan said something in a low voice, but he didn't hear it too far away, but it made him feel impatient, and shouted at Xing Yan: "Can't you make it through? Get out if you don't come!"

It's still useful to be angry, as soon as the yelling is over, people come running over.

He Qi let him in first, once the anti-theft door was closed, the two of them were in the small locked space at the stairway, the lack of air circulation made Xing Yan's smell even stronger, and He Qi almost fainted from the smoke.He wrinkled his nose, told Xing Yan to walk in front, and walked behind himself, waving his hands constantly, trying to disperse the stench.

It seems that he has to take a bath, otherwise he will not be allowed in the house.He Qi looked at his back and thought angrily in his heart.