delicious life

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"There is something stuck on my face..." The food stall owner pointed to his left cheek, "kindly" reminded Mo Ci, realized that he had frightened the customers, grinned again, and watched Mo Ci eat without moving.

Forget it, he looks like he's very hungry, so let's be a good person.

The young boss cast his eyes on a few scattered pedestrians on the street, and sighed slightly: "Drinking more boiled water after eating spicy food can prevent dry throat, less fluid in mouth and tongue, it is better to replenish water."

"Oh." Mo Ci followed him and nodded, realizing that it was normal for the boss to lose his temper when he disturbed others to close the stall, he understood it, smiled thankfully at the boss, and without the slightest hesitation, picked up the disposable Water glass to drink water.

"I'm the one who interrupted you to close the stall..." Before Mo Ci could finish his sentence, he saw that the owner of the snack bar changed his face, so he must have said something wrong.

"You go!" The boss said a word, quickly cleaned up the dishes on the table, and moved a few plastic chairs onto the mobile booth trolley.

In the distance, a group of people slowly approached the food stall. Five or six of them were wearing loose clothes, and they were holding seven-inch sticks in their hands. Gloves have not had time to take off.

12. chapter12

"Duan Feng! Don't try to slip away from our brother's nose today..." The group of people came aggressively. Although the owner of the snack bar reacted quickly, it was not as fast as a few people chasing and intercepting him.

Several people gathered together, the owner of the snack bar took a few steps back, his face became ugly, he lost the thing in his hand, and he fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The scattered passers-by on the street saw this battle, they all wrapped their clothes tightly, quickened their pace, and pretended not to see them, fearing that they would get into trouble, they slipped away without a trace.

The dim light couldn't reach this street corner with a blind spot, and the shadows of a few little guys holding guys in their hands covered the Yingying light. Mo Ci looked at the young man who was five meters away from him, pushing a mobile car. The boss pursed his lips, slightly worried.

Bully?debt collection?Collect protection fees?

Mo Ci sneered in his heart, probably having both.

In his previous life, he went from being unwell to adapting to such things, and experienced worry, fear, despair, and pain.Mo Ci was extremely contemptuous of such people who took advantage of the crowd to make trouble.

They were the ones who forced him to hide everywhere in his previous life and dared not show his face.

Making a living by lending usury, holding steel pipe knives, threatening civilians who have no resistance.A slight disobedience will lead to a beating, or destroy the hard-working stalls...

Mo Ci was angry and worried.

The owner of the food stall was pushed and shoved by them, and was roughly pushed down on the mobile cart. The metal cutlery and plates were knocked over on the ground and rolled into the ditch on the street one by one.

"Duan Feng, counting today, you have been procrastinating for five days. Don't you want to pay back the money!" The group of gangsters who looked like those little robo-heads put a steel pipe on the head of the snack bar owner, threatening .

The owner of the snack bar did not give in weakly, he tried his best to raise his neck, and angrily yelled at them, unable to understand what he said.

He wanted to stay and help the owner of the snack bar. After all, he had eaten other people's food and hadn't had time to pay.

The boss suddenly broke away from the gangsters vigorously, took out a bottle of beer from the mobile car, and threw it at them.

The thugs waved the guys in their hands and intercepted the beer bottle, but the glass of the beer bottle shattered and cut their arms.

The gangsters yelled and cursed, pinched the boss's arm, and threw their fists at the boss fiercely, but the boss who reacted suddenly grabbed him, and fell over his shoulder and fell to the ground.The second gangster's eyes were red, and he fought with him. The boss dodged the steel pipe in his hand, and pressed the gangster to the ground when he was not prepared.While the boss was still beating their accomplice, the gangsters who were beating wildly picked up the wine bottle angrily and threw it on his head...

Seeing this scene, Mo Ci ran over quickly, picked up an object and threw it at the gangster holding the wine bottle, but the beer bottle was smashed by the gangster due to the impact of the thing.The beer sprayed out, and Mo Ci spilled all over his body unpreparedly, even his face was stained with beer.

The gangster who missed the target stared at Mo Ci who appeared out of nowhere, his heart was full of anger, and he was about to beat up the kid who disturbed his good deeds, but his fist was cut off in mid-air, and he twisted it hard, causing immediate pain Howling on the ground.

"Let's go!" The owner of the snack bar panted heavily, quit Mo, and then went to deal with another gangster.

Mo Ci was frightened and wanted to help him.

However, his feet were dominated by the soul and moved in completely different directions.

Yes, he was afraid, he was hiding.Although he is domineering in the bar, there is still a weakness in his bones that will not be easily removed.

He remembered the old days when he bent over to prevent the debt collectors from seeing his face.

Sitting at a street stall, covering your face with a wine bottle.Or drop swallowed food and slip away from blind corners they can't see as early as they are close to the noise.

The feeling of being pressed against the wall and being hit hard on the tail; the feeling of bruised limbs and weakness all over the body; the itching and throbbing pain from the skin... He will never forget it.

Hiding in the cold basement, holding a few yuan of ointment, gently wiped the wound.I put the medicine on my fingertips and tried my best to reach the affected area on my back, but I couldn't reach it anyway.

I buried my face in the cold and damp quilt, and endured the occasional pain in my chest and the back of my head one by one.The contrast between domineering and downtrodden has become the best target for their ridicule.

Mingming covered his chest with both hands when he was beaten, curled up tightly when they kicked his stomach fiercely, and hugged his head before them.

Why, why is my head still dizzy, my chest hurts, my stomach twitches?

Such a dark time.Countless beatings like that... His sharpness, his temper, and his bravery were all lost.

Yes, he was timid.

Even if his head is filled with justice, even if he wants to stay and help the young snack bar owner get out of trouble.

However, he couldn't do it.

Mo Ci's fate for helping him can be expected.The beer poured just now reminded him...

Being covered in bruises was an experience he never wanted to experience again.

He is afraid of pain, always has been.From the young master to the tramp, the number of times he was beaten increased sharply. Gradually, he gradually got used to being beaten.

But he never got used to it, didn't get used to the pain.Mentally numb to accept, physically uncomfortable, this kind of contradiction made Mo Ci retreat...

What happens to others has nothing to do with you. You are an ordinary person and cannot help others.

In this sophisticated world, there are always people who are unfortunately beaten, so what can you do to help others?I escaped this time, so next time, next time?

Helping others has no good fruit for yourself...

The young master of a wealthy family is not a policeman... It's ridiculous for justice to come out.

So, that's the reality.

Seeing that the owner of the snack bar was unprepared, Mo Ci groaned in pain after being punched by a gangster.

Having an explanation for his retreating behavior, he took out his mobile phone and made a call.

The gangster who had been watching the wind noticed Mo Ci's small movements, and ran over to snatch Mo Ci's phone.

Mo Ci looked at the gangster with a fierce expression, gritted his teeth, and finally turned around and ran away.

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It was already one o'clock in the morning when Mo Ci went home by taxi.

There were no lights in the house, it was pitch black, and everyone seemed to have fallen asleep.

The security guard at the gate opened the door for Mo Ci.Mo Ci walked gently to the edge of the house and opened the living room door of the house.

It's not that there are no lights... it's just very dim.

Mo Ci saw his eldest brother sitting on the sofa opposite, holding a mobile phone.The cold mobile phone light shone on the stern face of the eldest brother, which also made his expression cold.

Seeing him coming in, Mo Yan slowly raised his head, put down the mobile phone that was used as a lighting lamp, and turned on the small desk lamp next to the sofa.

The soft light illuminated the whole room, and clearly illuminated Mo Ci's figure.

However, the light did not weaken the cold expression on Mo Yan's face. His cold eyes swept across Mo Ci and the stains on Mo Ci's body.

Mo Ci's legs were already stiff, and even though the beer on his body was dried under the air conditioner of TAXI, the sight of his elder brother made him feel the sticky feeling on his skin that had not been eliminated, and his whole body felt uncomfortable.

Mo Yan hasn't said a word since Mo Ci entered the door, but he hasn't left Mo Ci for a moment.

His silent gaze left Mo Ci at a loss.

"Brother..." Mo Ci clenched his fists and called hesitantly.

Seeing the slightly sunken sofa, Mo Ci realized that the elder brother seemed to have been sitting here for a long time.

Inexplicably flustered, he dodged, not daring to meet his elder brother's gaze.

"Where have you been?" It was clearly a question, but Mo Yan used declarative sentences.

The tone of the statement that cannot be ignored made Mo Ci feel uncomfortable.

"I..." I went to... the bar.Mo Ci didn't dare to speak out, his eyes became more and more flustered, and the elder brother's serious eyes seemed to see through all the struggles in his heart.

Mo Yan stood up from the sofa, walked slowly to Mo Ci's side, and stopped five steps away from him.

The strong smell of beer and light perfume didn't go away.

Mo Yan could hear it, but his expression remained unchanged.As calm as water waves in a deep pool, Mo Yan saw the ambiguous marks left on the skin of Mo Ci's slightly opened collar.

"You went to the bar with me in the morning and just came back now. From eight in the morning to the