joe big

There is a constant flow of people coming and going on the street.No one seemed to notice the shady, dark place next door.

This is an alley that people can't avoid, and there are many uneasy factors living in the "road".

For example, Fu Sanye, who became famous with the word 'ruthless'.

There are only two kinds of people who will come here, one is the people who live in the alley, and the other is the outsider.

So it's quiet here most of the time.

Now there are two people sitting in the alley.

One is a young man of about 20 years old.He was bare-chested and wearing a pair of black shorts, sitting on a small army green stool, holding a half-smoked cigarette in his hand.The young man squinted and took a breath, then straightened his legs, letting the sun shine on the joints of his legs.

Another person was sitting on the opposite street to the right of the young man. He was skinny, his clothes were rotten and smelly, and he couldn't tell how old he was.The child bent his knees and hugged his own leg, looking at the young man from the corner of his eye from time to time.

The young man exhaled heavily the stale air in his lungs. Without looking at the child in front of him, he closed his eyes and asked, "...Do you know where this is?"

The child was motionless, with a pair of almond eyes wide open, black to black and white to white.

The young man flicked the cigarette ash in his hand and said, "Go away. Don't come here again next time."

It is summer, and there is a cool breeze blowing in the alley.

The next day, the young man moved the bench and was about to go out to bask in the sun, when he saw the child was still there.

Just lying down.The child seemed to be sleeping, with dust sticking to his pitch-black hair, and he didn't know how long he hadn't cleaned his body.

Hearing the movement, the child opened his eyes vigilantly. After seeing the young man, his eyes were a little flustered.

The young man lit a cigarette, sat in front of the house, closed his eyes and took a slow and hard puff.

The young man has slender fingers, and his posture of holding the cigarette is sophisticated and elegant.

The child sat up, looking at the young man's legs exposed to the sun from time to time.

The young man sat in the sun for two hours, and the child sat for two hours.

When the young man was about to move the stool back, he left a sentence without emotion: "I let you go, tomorrow, I don't want to see you."

Even though it was a scorching summer, these words were more piercing than the cold wind.

On the third day, the child was still sitting there.

The child is holding a ball of something that appears to be food.

The child had figured out the time when the young man came out to bask in the sun. He was not sleeping at this time, and sat there barely calmly, leaning forward slightly, as if he was ready to stand up and run.Strangely, the child kept swallowing in his throat, but there was no fear in his eyes.

Not fear, but firmness and determination.

The young man has seen too much, and he understands what it means in the eyes of a child.

The young man didn't do anything, he still sat in the same place, showing the joints of his legs, and then lit a cigarette.

Fourth day, fifth day...

A month has passed.

The child is still skinny.The young man could see that he couldn't last much longer.The child was in desperate need of food, and his hair was becoming dry from hunger.

That day, when the young man took back the bench and was about to go home, the child suddenly opened his mouth and said the first sentence to him.

He said, "... hello."

The young man didn't look back and didn't stop.

He found that the child's voice was extremely hoarse, and he didn't seem to be a child of seven or eight years old.

The young man lowered his eyes, with a pair of calm eyes hidden under his eyelids.

The child came, his footsteps were heavy, because of fear.People who are afraid will unconsciously increase their footsteps.

The kid then reached out and grabbed the young man's elbow and pulled him to a stop.

The young man found that he had a lot of strength.It may be the power that erupts due to emotional agitation.

The child trembled and said:

"Give me something to eat."

The young man looked at the lower right corner with his long and narrow eyes, paused, and asked casually: "——what if not?"

"That, that, that..." The child stammered, pulling the young man to turn him around, and showing the young man the dagger in his hand.

It was a dirty, battered paring knife, so blunt that it wouldn't necessarily kill someone a hundred times.

The young man looked down at the child, and found that there was still firmness in the child's eyes, but this time there was despair and appointment.

"Then, I'm going to hurt you."

After speaking, the child trembled himself, because he was frightened by his own words.

The young man smiled.His smile was not warm, but a bit gloomy.

Then, the young man held out his right hand.No one could see how he shot, but when the ground issued a 'ding! 'After the sound, the fruit knife fell to the ground, and the tip was smashed into a depression by the ground.

The young man twisted the child's wrist, pushed and pulled, and locked the child with his back facing him.The wrist that was cut behind the child's back was slender and fragile, and the child burst into tears.

The young man was unmoved at all, and he asked again:

"What if not?"

The child is desperate.He didn't expect this young man with inflexible legs to be so much stronger than himself. With tears all over his face, he said, "Send me to the police station. You have to remember, my name is Qiao Qiu. If my mother comes to find me , don't forget to tell her where I am..."

The child was choked with crying, like the last leaf hanging on the branch in the autumn wind.

The young man controlled the child with one hand, and took a cigarette from his pocket with the other and put it in his mouth.

He doesn't light it, just holds it between his lips.

The young man asked the child:

"What does your mother look like?"

"……I have no idea."

"..." The young man's eyes were dark.

The tears on Qiao Qiu's face flowed down his cheeks to his chin, and then dripped to the scorching ground, where they evaporated quickly.His right hand was so painful that it was about to break, and he said, sobbing: "I've never seen my mother."

Since he became conscious, he has lived in an orphanage.

The young man let go of his hand.

Short and clear introduction:

"I'm Jiang Zhanxin. You come in, and I'll give you something to eat."

Qiao Qiu hesitated for a moment, and wiped away the tears on his face.He was so hungry that he couldn't help but follow Jiang Zhanxin into the alley.It was a not too spacious house.

Jiang Zhan held a cigarette in his mouth, lit the gas, and found a tomato and two eggs from the refrigerator.

Qiao Qiu stood at the door helplessly.

Jiang Zhan asked absently:

"How old is this year?"

"...More than ten years old."

"Teenage?"

"No, I don't know." Qiao Qiu panicked for a while, and said with certainty, "12 years old."

"..." Jiang Zhan listened quietly to his nonsense, and after a while, asked, "You said you don't know what your mother looks like, what's going on?"

Joe begged to speak.

Jiang Zhanxin asked again: "Never seen it before?"

"never seen it."

"Where's your dad?"

"nor."

Jiang Zhan turned off the fire, put the soup in the water to freeze it, and asked Qiao Qiu a few more questions.

He saw the child standing at the door, afraid to come in timidly, but kept looking into the bowl.

Jiang Zhanxin felt that the temperature was about the same, and handed it to Qiao Qiu.

Qiao Qiu drank quickly, his throat convulsed, he choked a few mouthfuls, and trembled.

Jiang Zhanxin didn't dare to give him anything else.If the child has been hungry for too long, it is better to drink soup first.

After Qiao Qiu finished drinking, Jiang Zhanxin filled another bowl for him.Still in the pool.

While waiting, Jiang Zhanxin casually mentioned: "You live with me, be my son."

"what?"

"When I die," Jiang Zhanxin narrowed his eyes and said, "Hug me for a photo."

"..."

Jiang Zhan turned his head and looked at Qiao Qiu calmly.