Picked up a crying bag

Shancheng Bus Terminal.

Some were carrying red and white plaid woven bags, while others were carrying a grayed black backpack.

People come and go, come and go in a hurry.

There was a sickening, sour smell of sweat, and everyone who passed by was either dusty or sweaty.

Only one person seemed out of place here.

This person is Jing Ji.

In this place where the felt temperature is 38 degrees and the surface temperature is as high as [-] degrees, everyone is wearing short-sleeved shorts, and some people simply bare their upper body. Only Jing Ji is still wearing a coat and trousers.

It doesn't even look like he intends to take off his coat

Jing Ji stood in front of the main gate of the bus station with his back turned, looking at this old city. This is where he will live for two years.

No, maybe a place for a lifetime.

He was wearing a white liner, a gray sweater jacket, sweatpants, and a pair of spotless white sneakers.

The whole person is clean and tidy, looking like a teenager in a big city who came to experience life.

The hat of Jing Ji's sweater coat was loosely worn on his head, and the exposed hair was a bit messy, but he didn't care about it.

There was a trace of impatience on his pale face, his brows were tightly knit together, and his figure shrank a little.

Seems like a difficult person to get along with.

Jing Ji held the suitcase with one hand, and firmly pressed on his abdomen with the other hand. He stood at the gate of the bus terminal for a long time, feeling that the desire to vomit was not so strong, and then he took the suitcase and walked towards the small shop nearby. .

In the small store, he bought a bottle of water and drank a few sips, which relieved the summer heat and cleared his mind a lot.

He stood on the side of the road and got into a taxi after a short wait.

The moment he saw the taxi, Jing Ji felt goosebumps all over his body. Even though the scorching sun was still high above his head, his hands and feet were cold and his whole body felt a chill.

After getting into the taxi, the air conditioner in the car made him tremble again.

Jing Ji curled up, closed her eyes, and leaned weakly on the glass window of the taxi, feeling drowsy, unable to even respond to the friendly greeting from the driver in the front seat.

5 minutes or maybe 10 minutes passed, Jing Ji didn't know very well, he seemed to hear the driver in the front row say something to him, and then the car stopped slowly.

arrive?

Jing Ji looked out the window in a daze, but apparently he didn't know if he had arrived or not.

At this moment, the co-pilot's door was pulled open, Jing Ji looked over, and saw a small and thin child getting into the car.

The child told the driver an address, the same address as Jing Ji.

The driver said happily: "This relationship is good, you all belong to the same place."

After that, the car moved again.

Only then did Jing Ji realize what the driver said before, and he said, "I'll take one more person."

Listening to the laughing and joking voices of the two people in front of them chatting, Jing Ji's brows frowned even tighter.

bother.

After arriving at the place, Jing Ji got off the car carelessly.

Perhaps because his face was too pale, the thin little boy took the initiative to say, "Are you feeling unwell? I'll help you."

The little boy stretched out his hand to help Jing Ji.

Jing Ji squinted at the little boy, the little boy was sweating profusely, maybe his hands were also sweating a lot.

Thinking of this, Jing Ji mobilized all her strength to avoid the little boy's hand, "No need." He said unhappily.

The little boy who was rejected raised his arms and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his clothes. "Okay, I'm sorry." The little boy nodded.

After all, the little boy walked towards the community.

After Jing Ji took out her suitcase from the trunk, she entered the community.

This community is the residential building of the Shancheng Procuratorate, and the name of the community is also called the Procuratorate.

Simple and clear, straight to the point.

Jing Ji took the suitcase and walked to the innermost building of the procuratorate. The place he was going to was on the third floor, where his father lived when he was a child.

Now it is the place to send him.

As soon as he entered the building, he heard the quarrel, and now Jing Ji only prayed that the quarrel did not come from the third floor.

"Where did you go? How dare you run out alone?"

"Don't you want to go home? Then get out and don't come back!"

"..."

The higher you go, the louder the sound.

Gee.

Unfortunately, the quarrel came from the third floor.

Perhaps it shouldn't be called a quarrel, but one of them unilaterally scolded the fight.

After walking to the third floor, Jing Ji saw that the person being scolded was the little boy just now.

The little boy kept his head down, letting the people in front of him scold him, and was beaten from time to time, but the little boy didn't hide or move, he just kept beating and scolding him.

The person who scolded him was a woman, who seemed to be the little boy's mother.

The door behind the little boy's mother was open, apparently they were Jing Ji's neighbors.

It's a coincidence.

Unfortunately, the little boy happened to stand in front of Jing Ji's door, blocking Jing Ji's way home.

Jing Ji glanced at the two, and the little boy's mother and Jing Ji looked at each other.

Just when Jing Ji was about to ask them to get out of the way, the little boy's mother raised her hand and slapped the little boy on the face.

"Snapped!"

The crisp and sudden slap made Jing Ji tremble in fright.

The little boy was shaken a few steps by the slap, and hit Jing Ji's chest, with such strength, he directly smashed Jing Ji against the wall.

Jing Ji: "..."

Jing Ji: "???"

What evil did he do?

"Grass!" Jing Ji coughed a few times and pushed the little boy away, "Go away."

The little boy's eyes were only red before, but now he looked at Jing Ji and burst into tears.

Like a switch.

Jing Ji: "..."

Jing Ji: "???"

"Damn it?" Jing Ji was shocked, the strength he used was not as strong as that slap, and he cried right away when he came to him?

The one who should cry is whether he is okay or not.

Jing Ji's irritable mood was almost laughed at by the mother and son.

He clutched his chest, opened the door and returned to his home, and closed the door with a bang.

The whole house was shaken.

After returning home, Jing Ji finally relaxed.

"Hiss." Jing Ji snorted in pain.

He walked to the mirror in the toilet, lifted his clothes, and there was a large piece of horrific blue-purple bruise on his chest.

Seeing the bruise, Jing Ji's expression instantly became gloomy, "Damn it." He cursed, then tore off his clothes and pants, and threw them into the sink.

His body was covered with large and small wounds.

There were bruises, scrapes, scrapes, and bruises that looked horrific and heart-wrenching on his white body.

Jing Ji turned on the cold water, and the cold liquid flowed across his body, which relieved his pain a lot.

He only rushed out of the bathroom for about 10 minutes.

After changing into a new three-piece bed suit, he lay down on it tiredly and fell into a deep sleep.

In the dream, Jing Ji shuttled in a dark place, he seemed to be forced to the side of the stairs by someone, that person kicked him on the chest, and he stepped on the air and rolled down the stairs.

"Hahaha, really like a dog."

"Are you worthy of fighting with me? Hahahaha."

The disgusting voice echoed in Jing Ji's ears, making me want to vomit.

Jing Ji sat up abruptly from the bed, pulled over the trash can next to her and threw her head into it.

"Uh, uh."

He vomited until there was nothing in his stomach, but he was still vomiting stomach acid.

I don't know how long it took for Jing Ji to recover.

He picked up the mineral water he bought outside the bus terminal, took a few sips, and suppressed the burning pain in his throat.

After recovering, Jing Ji packed up her vomit, together with the clothes she had taken off, and threw them outside the door.

Then Jing Ji started to tidy up the house.

Obviously, this house has not been lived in for a long time, and there is so much dust that Jing Ji can pick it up.

Sweep the floor, mop the floor, wipe the table, change the three-piece bed set...

After cleaning up the house of more than 100 square meters, it was already dark again.

Miraculously, Jing Ji, who hadn't eaten for almost two days, didn't feel very hungry.

After taking off his clothes again and throwing them out, he took another shower, drank some water, and continued to sleep on the bed.

In the next two days, he repeated the actions of taking a bath, drinking water, and sleeping.

Finally on the third day, he realized that if he didn't eat, he might starve to death.

Jing Ji struggled to put on a black hooded sweater and black trousers.

Going out, he walked along the street.

The streets were wide, just litter, old roadside fixtures and gray skies.

It all shows that this place is very old and like a pool of stagnant water.

"Heh, like a puddle of stagnant water and like a dead person are a perfect match." Jing Ji laughed at himself.

After walking for about ten minutes, Jing Ji met some students who were coming home from school, and Jing Ji remembered that she also had to go to school.

With a click of his tongue, he pulled up his sweater hat and put it on his head, and walked forward against the flow of people.

He saw a school, Qingyang No. [-] Middle School.These words are written majestic, chic and elegant.

But these few words make a little sense.

Behind it is a school that is completely unworthy of these good words.

There are only a few old dilapidated teaching buildings standing alone in the school.

The tallest building has six floors, the lowest has only three floors, and the three-story low building is covered with creepers.

"It's a dilapidated school from there, and there are people studying in this kind of place."

After Jing Ji finished speaking, she turned around and followed the students leaving the school into the snack street next to the school.

After a while, Jing Ji was holding fried potatoes in his left hand and egg waffles hanging from his wrist, and holding pancakes in his right hand while walking and eating fried skewers.

At the end of the meal, I felt a little choking, so I bought a cup of milk tea and drank it.

Jing Ji couldn't eat anymore after eating, but he still insisted on walking the snack street, just for the sake of finding food in the future.

At the end of the snack street there are a few dark alleys, no one comes here, Jing Ji also plans to turn around and go back.

But he seemed to vaguely hear noises coming from the alley.

Jing Ji stopped and looked towards the alley where the voice came from.

The dim street lights shone on the dark alley, and there were a few black figures on it.

As if punching and kicking something.

After a while, Jing Ji walked back along the snack street as if he didn't know anything.

He also brought a bottle of mineral water back to the gate of the procuratorate.

He doesn't like drinking boiled tap water very much, and there is no water dispenser at home, so he can only drink mineral water first.

Tsk, there are many typical things.

Jing Ji herself doesn't even look down on herself.

back home.

After remembering that she was still a student, Jing Ji found the phone and looked at the message from the person who had severed ties with him.

A total of two sentences, the first sentence:

-Qingyang No. [-] Middle School, Class Two and Three.

When seeing the words Qingyang No. [-] High School, Jing Ji actually felt that it was so.

His father... No, no one who is no longer his father will definitely not transfer him to a good school.

Look at the second sentence:

-Study hard, don't blame dad, you have to be responsible for your own life.

"..."

Jing Ji tightly pinched the phone, staring at the words on the screen for a moment.

Just these nineteen words easily aroused his anger.

Jing Ji didn't know why she was angry, was it the words don't blame, or the words responsible for her own life?

It's been so long, and he's already been kicked out, so what's there to be angry about?

"Grass."

Jing Ji smashed the phone on the bed.

Anyone who is thrown out like being thrown, chased away like a dog, can't not be angry, right?

He took a deep breath, tried to suppress the irritability in his heart, and told himself that he had left that stupid family and was free.

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