It's exciting to run away [Quick Transmigration]

When Song Heming fell down, he deliberately adjusted his direction. There was a strong neighbor in that direction, who directly embraced Song Heming.

"Stop arguing for now! The child is dizzy!"

"What's going on, what's going on?"

"What could be the matter? The child was beaten just now! Look at the marks on his body..."

"God, it's not your own child, so why did you hit so hard?"

The people around were chirping, and a neighbor pinched Song Heming, but Song Heming didn't wake up.

"It's not going to be a problem, is it?"

"What are you afraid of? With so many of us here, even if something goes wrong, it's the child's aunt's fault."

This sentence is like a reassurance pin, making people around you more determined in their own minds.

"What nonsense are you talking about! It's none of my business that he fainted because of his weak health! What are you doing around here! Go back to your own homes quickly! It's not too much to watch..." Auntie rolled her eyes, she had already forgotten She was the one who called the neighbors over to watch the play with a loud voice.

Enthusiastic neighbors called the police and 120 one after another in the chaos.

As for Song Heming's aunt, when she saw someone calling the police, the expression on her face suddenly became tense.

Although she has done a lot of bad things, she is an ordinary person after all, and she still fears the police a bit.

A group of people quarreled once again.

The policemen from the surrounding police stations were the first to come over. After seeing the surrounding situation, they immediately calmed down the crowd loudly, and then began to ask questions.

While several neighbors were scrambling to talk, Song Heming, who was lying down, suddenly began to struggle.

He still had his eyes closed, and he didn't seem to wake up. He frowned and whispered, "Auntie, auntie, don't hit me...I'm afraid..."

These words were uttered from the mouth of a child who looked like an angel. Anyone could clearly see the horror on his face. Anyone who saw this appearance would feel pity in his heart.

Some of the neighbors present even cried.

Song Heming's aunt saw the cannibalistic eyes around her, took a step back, and stammered: "This, this sentence is all a child's nonsense! I didn't hit him at all!"

"Nonsense! I often hear the cry of this child!"

"By the way, isn't there a video of her son beating Song Heming in the room? Let's go in and take a look!"

When the policeman heard this, he immediately looked at his aunt.

This time, my aunt finally had no choice but to show the video to everyone.

In the video, when Song Heming was bullied by Xiao Zhuang, he didn't fight back, like a weak doll. After being hit, the wound on his forehead was shocking!

"Oh my god, the kids these days are really too much!"

"Yes, although it was unintentional, he must have not apologized after hurting someone, right? Look here, he just ran away."

"What kind of person is really what kind of son is taught."

Song Heming's aunt's face became more and more ugly when she heard the comments of the people around her.

She finally couldn't help but retorted: "That's not it! My Xiao Zhuang is being good, it must be because of what Song Heming said, Xiao Zhuang beat him like this!"

"It's also unreasonable!"

"I think people like you are inhuman!"

The neighbor's words overwhelmed the aunt.

After the police recorded everything in the case, facing the expectant eyes of a group of people, they sighed and said that it was not enough to file a case.

"There is nothing we can do about this kind of family conflict. The law is not very sound now... But next time you encounter such a thing, you must call us earlier."

"Okay, okay, next time we will call you first."

"Then this child..."

"Send it to the hospital first."

As he said that, the policeman looked at Song Heming's aunt with sharp eyes: "The child is the angel of this world, why do you abuse him?"

"I'm not abusing you either. I don't do this on weekdays. Today it's because... this kid stole money! Yes, if it wasn't for him stealing money, of course I wouldn't be so angry!"

"He stole the money because your son beat him. The blood on his forehead was so big in the video just now! The child might be disfigured!"

Several people chatted in a hurry, and 120 also arrived.

Song Heming was carried into the car, and his aunt took the wallet. Under the persuasion of the police, she also got into the car reluctantly...

Her face was gloomy, and she held Xiao Zhuang with one hand. As soon as she arrived at the hospital, she had a plan. She couldn't wait to go through the admission procedures for Song Heming, and paid the hospitalization fee for ten days in a row.

Xiao Zhuang was dissatisfied and said: "Mom, you are too kind to him, aren't you?"

The aunt snorted: "This is the last time I see him, of course it's better."

In the ward, Song Heming slowly opened his eyes.

The system hummed: "Host, how are you doing now? Did the beating before hurt? Woohoo, I feel so painful just looking at it... You've even passed out!"

Song Heming felt helpless and said, "I just pretended."

System: "...huh?"

Before the system had time to be shocked, Song Heming frowned slightly, showing a weak look, and said, "Video."

As soon as the words were finished, my aunt walked in holding Xiao Zhuang's hand.

Song Heming turned his head to look.

As soon as my aunt saw Song Heming woke up, she went straight to the point.

She sneered and said, "Don't say I'm not kind to you. We agreed at the beginning that you would stay at home until now. Now that you are eighteen, you have caused me so much trouble. I didn't look for you." It’s good enough. I paid you ten days’ hospitalization fee in this hospital, here is 300 yuan, you take the money, go live by yourself, don’t come back again.”

After finishing speaking, she threw the money on Song Heming.

Song Heming's face was pale, and he said in a panic, "Auntie... I... I didn't do it on purpose... I won't dare again..."

He wanted to sit up, but his body didn't allow it. The pain from the wound made him frown slightly.

But my aunt is obviously not a soft-hearted person. She took Xiao Zhuang's hand and sneered: "You know you are afraid now? When you glared at me before, who gave you courage?"

"I didn't..." Song Heming's voice was weak.

My aunt was too lazy to talk so much with Song Heming, she pulled Xiao Zhuang, turned and left without hesitation.

Before leaving, Xiao Zhuang snorted coldly: "Bitch! You can finally leave my house la la la la. Let's see how you live in the future!"

Song Heming's eyes were out of focus, and he sat on the hospital bed blankly.

The little nurse who came in to give Song Heming the injection said softly, "Is it your relative who left just now? Did they go to buy food? Is there someone to accompany you to bed at night? It only costs 25 to add an extra bed outside."

Song Heming regained his composure, smiled when the little nurse was giving the needle, and said softly, "No one will come to accompany the bed."

After he finished speaking, his eyelids drooped, and his thick eyelashes cast a small shadow on his cheeks, making his whole person look much more fragile.

The nurse who was giving the needle was stunned for a moment, and she didn't realize her gaffe until the nurse next to her reminded her, she blushed slightly: "Well, that... If you need anything, press the button on the wall The bell will do."

Song Heming said, "Thank you."

After the ward became quiet again, the system said, "Host, what should we do now?"

"What else can I do?" Song Heming sighed slightly, and took out the business card in his pocket, "Isn't there still a backing?"

System: "Ah! Host, do you want to ask the male lead for help? This is indeed a way! The current male lead is fully capable of helping you!"

"I don't need his help. I have already figured out how to deal with that family of vampires in the future."

"Then why are you looking for the male lead?"

Song Heming smiled and said, "I've figured it out, I still want to try the wheelchair position."

system:"???"

I didn't expect you to be such a host!

Song Heming didn't look for the hero of this world.

After the injury on his body got better, he started acting again, and wandered around his aunt's house for several days, until he was bumped into by his aunt...

My aunt didn't hit Song Heming again.

She just looked at Song Heming with a triumphant smile.

"Look at your current appearance. It's an extreme of your mother back then. Like a dog, she wagged her tail at me and begged for my mercy. It's a pity... oh yes, the things in your room before, I threw it all away, after all, you don't have anywhere to put that junk."

"If you still want it, go to the garbage dump and look for it, maybe those things haven't been collected yet."

Song Heming looked at his aunt, his face was pale, his lips moved, but in the end he couldn't say anything.

He lowered his head slightly, and waited until his aunt disappeared, then slowly turned around and returned to the hospital.

This incident seemed to drain all his strength, he never spoke again, and remained silent all day long, even when the little nurse came to tease him, he never smiled again.

Ten days later, the hospitalization fee ran out, and he couldn't even stay in the hospital.

At this time, Song Heming didn't have much money in his hands, so he had to save money.

That night, he slept in the park.

- Accompanied by the noise of the system.

The next day, Song Heming went out to distribute leaflets.

His good looks attracted a lot of passers-by, several girls even took the initiative to take the leaflets in his hand, and then ran away laughing.

He stood at the intersection and handed the last leaflet for perming and dyeing hair to a girl. Just as he was about to turn around, a luxury car stopped in front of Song Heming.

Song Heming was slightly taken aback.

The car window fell, revealing the face that he had seen once in the hospital.

Li Lin looked at Song Heming calmly: "Do you need help?"