Chunsheng

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People always run away from home, maybe?

At least Lin Zixi had tried.On winter nights, the street has only a few street lamps to illuminate the short wet ground.

Looking back, there was a long figure of himself, dragging on the ground like a weird tail.

He was a bit hungry, wanted something to eat, and was cold.All the objective conditions add up to create the subjective factor of loneliness.

With a fair face, delicate facial features distorted into weird expressions.

There were still scars from the beating on his face, and his back seemed to be bruised from being hit by a baseball bat.But Lin Zixi couldn't see it.He just wanted to find a warm place to rest, even for a while.

Of course if you can find your way.It's a pity that Lin Zixi doesn't have a home, and his home didn't exist from the moment he was born.

Although he can choose to return to the place called the house.But I don't know why he didn't want to at this time.For so many years, I have been in the house of Dianpei and so-called acquaintances.It's like being unwanted by the whole world.

The heart is very empty, the empty space floats in the air, and it will never fall down.Always worry about losing support and falling to the ground in the next moment, and people will die just like that.

So tired, so sleepy.

Why did he feel that he was going to be over soon?It should be... an illusion.

Lin Zixi raised his heavy eyelids.

The light in front of his eyes was blocked by the figure, and the blurred movement was reflected by the eyelids that could hardly be opened, and the consciousness was withdrawn bit by bit.

Then something came in a little bit.

"Tell you to be gentle, but luckily you ran fast just now."

"Who knew that kid called the police!"

Like transparent beads, reflecting the bright warm yellow street light.

He tried his best to raise his hand, but his fingertips touched something, he couldn't tell whether it was the hem of his clothes or his ankle.

Just before losing consciousness, Lin Zixi saw a picture.

Those were the eyes of a person, and the eyes fell on him without any impurities.

Warm and clean beyond compare.

2,

Saved a person.

He fell on the side of the road, wet like a dog.Why did you bring someone home.Lu Boyan said that he had what he called the "Fucking Mom Syndrome".Why did not refute.

It was freezing cold, first of all, he didn't intend to let a person die in front of his house, and second, he didn't bother to carry the person across two streets and throw them into the trash can.

Besides, the necklace on the other party's neck seemed to be quite valuable, and he didn't plan to share it equally with Lu Boyan.

"If you want to save him, quickly change his clothes. I'll go back and not wait on you."

The wires above the head dangled left and right twice through the incandescent lamp.A shadow flickered across He Gu's cheek.He Gu felt that besides being lazy, Lu Boyan rushed home because his paraplegic father was about to starve to death.

He lifted his foot and kicked the man over.

It can be seen from the shirt soaked in water that the other party has scattered wounds, many of which are not fatal, even though the bruise covering the butterfly bone on the back is the most serious, it is not serious enough to hurt the lungs and skeleton.

Can't die.

After reaching this conclusion, He Gu threw him in the corner and took a quick shower.

The old house didn't have many things except shelter from the wind and rain, just some low-level basics of life, not even a working water heater.So when He Gu finished washing and noticed that there was someone else at home, Lin Zixi's lips were already purple from the cold.

In fact, in essence, why is he unwilling to let the other party enter the house.Let alone put him in his own bed.The cramped room, the small bed, he himself is not the type to take care of others.Wash people like clothes, tie them up and throw them at the foot of the bed, why does the whole person feel a little sleepy.The "looted" necklace in his hand shone a little bit of light, and he closed his eyes sleepily.

"Mother……"

His high-temperature forehead was pressed against his back, and sweat slid down his pale profile.

Half asleep and half awake, He Gu turned his head in a daze.

He looked at the sleeping man, for a moment, kicked him to the ground.

"My God, who wants to be your mother."

The rain was pouring down outside the window, and the people on the ground bumped their heads and groaned.The freezing temperature piled up little by little in the dark night.

It is the climate of spring.