humble as dust

"Tsk" he clicked his tongue softly, but in the noisy and boiling environment, it was like an extremely cold wind, blowing into Qian Chen's ears clearly.Before he had time to distinguish, there was a strange noise coming from behind. He subconsciously turned his head, only to see that the ventilation window was open.The consciousness of survival filled every part of his body, and he could not use his limbs at the same time. He crawled out of the life door, before being reached by jackals.

The rain outside the house was still pattering, and the muddy sewage in the back alley was flowing.A goral leaped vigorously to embrace freedom, and Qian Chen felt unprecedented joy. His depressed and oppressive life seemed to be relieved at this moment, like a fish jumping out of a ditch and jumping into the sea.He fell heavily to the ground, excruciating pain in his body, but incomparably happy in his heart. "Hahahaha!" He laughed out loud.

With a bang, there was severe pain, and Qian Chen was like a duck that had been strangled by the neck, unable to make any more sound.The face was kicked, Qian Chen thought, it should be the leather shoes, it all came from the habit of being beaten.

"Hey, what are you laughing at, you feel like you've run away?" The laughing sound immediately sounded.In an instant, uncontrollable wild laughter erupted from all around, resounding through the sky. "Brother Biao is very predictable, I knew this brat was going to escape from here." The series of compliments from the younger brother at the side made a smile appear on the corner of Brother Biao's mouth. "Amin, I'll leave it to you." As he spoke, he pressed the exhausted cigarette on Qian Chen's chest. This was the most painful place, and he knew it.

The fall from heaven to hell was so fast that before Qian Chen even had time to catch his breath, the severe pain in his chest had spread to every inch of his skin.His brain was pale, and he couldn't express any emotions. The last picture in his mind was the death row prisoner who was pressed on the stake before execution.He couldn't remember everything after that.

The mud rolled and printed on every inch of his face and body from the soles of his shoes.The overwhelming abuse swept over him, and he was picked up and thrown to the ground again and again, kissing the bricks and the wall with his head back and forth.I don't know where the wound was soaked red and muddy every inch of the body, tears and rain merged together.Qian Chen didn't say a word. Crying and begging for mercy will only make these people more excited. It will be fine when they are tired from fighting, it will be fine...

The kicking gradually stopped, and a person began to grope his whole body.Hitting people first, then touching money, Qian Chen didn't know how many times he had experienced it. "Brother Biao, only fifty!" A Ming yelled, and Qian Chen buried his head tightly, knowing that the most difficult time was coming.

The leather shoes kicked on his face, lifted, fell, lifted, and fell.The movements were repeated, and Qian Chen felt that his dignity was crushed, and he was trampled deeply into the soil.Tired of stepping on it, Brother Biao stopped his feet, gasped heavily, and spat on Qian Chen's swollen face.

"Hey, I told you to pay to hide from me, right? It's only fifty, you fucking listen, if it's all you have next time, you'll just wait to die." Brother Biao finished speaking, as if he didn't As if to relieve his anger, he grabbed Qian Chen's hair and slapped Qian Chen hard on the face several times, and kicked Qian Chen's stomach twice.

He couldn't help it anymore, he vomited violently retching together with dark yellow bile, and fell into the quagmire below him.

The laughter came again, but he didn't experience the beating again. Today is over, and Qian Chen knows that they are tired.