I'm poor

It was already past five o'clock in the afternoon when Yan Qinsheng got off the train. He took a taxi to the gate of the Public Security Bureau and rushed in without thinking. The guard at the gate stopped him: "What are you doing?"

Yan Qinsheng himself didn't know what happened, but he was terrified in his heart, and he stammered a little: "I, I don't know, someone asked me to come to the police station, so I came here."

The guard looked him up and down: "ID card."

Yan Qinsheng quickly took out his ID card and handed it to him. The guard took a look and said, "Go in, the second office is on the left in the hall."

Yan Qinsheng followed the guard's instructions to find the office and open the door to enter. The policeman on duty raised his head and put down the pen in his hand: "Who are you looking for?"

"Uh, well, I got a call saying that something happened to my dad..."

"Are you Yan Xu's son?"

Yan Qinsheng nodded: "Yes..."

"Does your family live in Room 202 in the old building at the corner of Linhua Dongyuan?"

"Yes..." Yan Qinsheng's voice trembled.

"Sit down, let me tell you about the situation." The policeman lowered his tone, because he knew that the next words might break the teenager.

"It's like this. This morning, people reported that someone died in the old building next to Linhua Dongyuan. We also called the police as soon as possible. We are waiting for the autopsy report, but judging from the situation at the scene, the possibility of suicide is very high. "

Yan Qinsheng was dizzy and almost fell off the stool. He grabbed the policeman's arm emotionally and shook his head and said, "Impossible, you must have made a mistake, policeman. Why did my dad commit suicide? He has no reason to commit suicide." of……"

The middle-aged man who was sitting on a chair by the wall and smoking silently looked up at Yan Qinsheng, and pressed the half-smoked cigarette in his hand into the ashtray on the small table: "Your father played online gambling and owed nearly 80 yuan." You even mortgaged your house to make a loan and continued to gamble. The debt collection calls came to the factory. Later, the usury came to ask for debts and broke your house. Yan Xu was stuck at home for several days. I went to work and checked the situation."

"You're talking nonsense! I don't know you!" Yan Qinsheng stood up from the stool like crazy and shouted at the man: "My dad can't even play mahjong, how could he play online gambling!"

"Hey, little student, don't get excited," the policeman got up and pushed him back on the stool: "He is the first witness to the case, and he is also the leader of your father's factory. The thing about Yan Xu's gambling is true. Verified."

As he said that, the police took out two house mortgage contracts from a pile of paper bags and handed them to Yan Qinsheng: "Your father did mortgage the house for a loan, and even made a second mortgage. The procedures are all formal, and we can't intervene in this." , the repayment date on the contract is the day after tomorrow, we speculate that it is very likely that Yan Xu was unable to repay the loan and committed suicide due to unbearable pressure."

Dad died?Dad is really dead...

Things happened too fast, beyond the scope of the original expectation, even if Yan Qinsheng didn't want to believe it, at this moment, all thoughts were lost.Holding the loan contract with trembling hands, he felt that his chest was congested and he couldn't even breathe. He grabbed his chest in pain and gasped for a few times with his mouth open, then he leaned over from the chair. fall down.

It was already the afternoon of the second day when Yan Qinsheng opened his eyes again. He was lying on the hospital bed looking at the pale top of the hospital wall. Tears slid down the corners of his eyes and wet his temple hair like broken threads.

Seeing that the water bottle was empty, the nurse came over and grabbed Yan Qinsheng's hand and pulled out the needle: "Press it."

Yan Qinsheng didn't seem to hear, he opened his eyes and shed tears without blinking. The nurse dropped his hand and left with the empty bottle.

In the evening, the middle-aged man from yesterday appeared in the ward with a box of lunch.

Tang Xiande was very tired after being interrogated at the Public Security Bureau for a whole day, and after going home for a night's rest, he returned to his usual demeanor, looking at the little pity with his neatly combed boss hair and his purse between his pockets.

Tang Xiande has a wife and children, and at the age of nearly forty, he still pays attention to his appearance, because he is a closet. Gays generally pay attention to their appearance and packaging. He likes to dress himself up as an intellectual and mature uncle, and he prefers cute and pitiful boys.

Tang Xiande stared at Yan Qinsheng for a long time yesterday when he was lying on the hospital bed for infusion, and wondered in his heart that it was such a big joke that Yan Xu, a humble man, could give birth to such a handsome child.

"Eat something when you wake up."

Yan Qinsheng turned his face and looked at him with red eyes: "Uncle, where is my father..."

"The autopsy results have come out. He committed suicide by overdose. He took all the medicine for heart disease at once."

The man put the lunch box in his hand on the bedside cabinet, and sat down beside the bed: "I had someone drag your father's body back to your house this morning, and we have to hurry up and dispose of the cremation. The house has been destroyed by two families." The loan company is suing property preservation to pay off the debts owed, and it is estimated that you will not live long."

Yan Qinsheng stretched his arms and wanted to sit up from the hospital bed, moved and then collapsed. A series of mental blows had exhausted all his strength, and he was in pain inside and out.

Tang Xiande stared at Yan Qinsheng's pale and bloodless face with deep eyes, stretched out his hand to support the upper body of the man and sat him up, and squeezed Yan Qinsheng's thin shoulders maliciously.

"You are still young, and you probably don't know how to deal with this kind of thing alone. I am the leader of your father's factory. You can call me Uncle Tang. If you need anything, you can tell me."

Yan Qinsheng's face moved with a half-smile, and he said in a hoarse voice, "There is nothing I need to help. Dad is gone, home is gone, everything is gone, how can I help..."

Tang Xiande pondered for a moment, and took out a dozen IOUs from his purse: "Although I don't want to hurt you, I still have to tell you something. Your father not only owes money to two loan companies, but since last year, he has followed him back and forth. More than a dozen workers in the factory have borrowed money to buy a computer for their son. None of them are well-off people. Just like your father, they only take so much salary to support their family. Look at how honest your father borrowed the money. Now you see ..."

Others will not pity how difficult this child is. Those factory workers who lent money to Yan Xu were panicked when they heard the news of Yan Xu's suicide, and hurriedly urged the factory manager to ask Yan Qinsheng for money, fearing that they would lose the thousands of dollars Money wasted.

Yan Qinsheng's throat choked up, he silently swallowed the bitterness in his mouth, and slowly reached out to take over a pile of IOUs, biting his lip and tears pattering down on the paper.

"Pay, pay, father's debt, I will pay..."

Those IOUs were light in the hand, but they were like heavy boulders hitting Yan Qinsheng's broken heart.

The amount of each IOU is not much, a few thousand, but it can't stand up to the large amount. It costs a total of 5 yuan if the bill is full.

Tang Xiande comforted in a relaxed tone: "Fortunately, it's only 5 yuan, not a lot."

Yan Qinsheng smiled sarcastically. Rich people really don't feel back pain when they stand and talk. They don't know that the numerical unit of "ten thousand" is already an astronomical figure for a poor student like him. "

Although the doctor forced Yan Qinsheng to stay in the hospital for at least five days, he didn't listen at all, and ran out of the hospital alone while the nurses were changing shifts at night.

He didn't want to stay in the hospital. Staying in the hospital for an extra day would cost hundreds of dollars. He was already in debt, so he could save as much as he could.

The corridor of the old building was pitch black, only the door of his house was ajar.

The door lock was pried open by debt collectors, and shocking characters such as "repay the money" and "not repay the debt" were written in red paint on the door and the walls on both sides of the door.

Yan Qinsheng pushed open the door and walked in, turned on the light in the bedroom and looked at the corpse lying alone on the bed.His father's face was pale and lifeless, but Yan Qinsheng didn't feel scared, only chilled.

He even had the idea of ​​self-blame. Knowing that his father was depressed after divorce, he still left his father at home alone. If only he hadn't gone out to study in college, even if he was a small factory worker, he could at least take care of his father's three meals a day. My father pushed open the door and saw that there were still people in the house, so maybe he wouldn't be so angry and want to make a windfall and spread these shitty things.

Yan Qinsheng really had nowhere to go, he hesitated to call his mother's mobile phone number, and wanted to ask her if she could advance the money for him and return it to the worker, and then slowly return it to his mother after he worked.

After a long wait, the mother's tired voice sounded on the other end of the phone: "Qin Sheng, what's the matter?"

"Mom, I want to borrow from you..."

Before she finished speaking, there was a loud cry of a baby on the other end of the phone. Qin Wanmei held the phone between her neck and held the baby in her arms, coaxing the baby softly: "Be good, baby, mommy is talking to brother .”

The child cried even harder at the top of his voice, as if he was trying to deny that he didn't have such a big brother.

Qin Wanmei hugged the baby in her arms, shaking and coaxing her, and said to Yan Qinsheng: "What's the matter, tell me quickly, Xiao Bao still needs to breastfeed."

"No, it's okay," Yan Qinsheng opened his mouth, but he didn't have the courage to say it. Now that his mother has her own family and children, how can she care about him? It caused family discord and ruined the mother's happiness again.

"Mom, you are busy with your work. I just want to ask you how you are doing." Yan Qinsheng swallowed his pleading, pretending to be relaxed.

"Okay, everything is fine, mom, just take care of yourself, don't let mom worry."

Qin Wanmei hung up the phone in a hurry, while Yan Qinsheng felt lonely while holding the phone.

He sat by the bedside with his father's stiff corpse for a while, staring aimlessly at the phone book of the few people, his fingers resting on Fang Yi's name and he hesitated to press it.

At this time, there was a slight sound from outside, and the pried open door was pushed open again.

Tang Xiande broke into the house without saying hello, and questioned him as soon as he entered the door: "Why did you run away from the hospital? The nurse called me to find someone."

"I don't want to be hospitalized." Yan Qinsheng sat on the edge of the bed with his head down and didn't look at him. He just felt that this uncle was really meddling, and it was none of his business when he was discharged from the hospital.

But after thinking about it, Tang Xiande still wanted to pay for the debts of his workers, so he really wouldn't let him go easily.

Tang Xiande glanced at the corpse on the bed with some distaste, walked up to Yan Qinsheng and stretched out his hand to test his forehead: "It seems that he still has a low fever."

Yan Qinsheng tilted his head to avoid the man's palm. For some reason, he always felt that Tang Xiande's touch was deliberate and disgusting. Although he was not familiar with him, his speech and behavior seemed to be very close to him.

Tang Xiande took out a cup of hot coffee from his bag and handed it to him: "I bought it for you."

"I don't want to drink, thank you." Yan Qinsheng didn't want to accept Tang Xiande's unreasonable care, nor did he feel that this man really wanted to treat him kindly.

"Why are you so obstinate, kid? I'll just buy you something to drink." Tang Xiande frowned displeased, and forced the paper cup containing hot coffee into the boy's hand.

"I said no." Yan Qinsheng didn't intend to catch it, the paper cup leaked from his hand, and the warm coffee spilled all over his leg.

He quickly got up and took the mop to clean up the coffee on the ground, dragging and dragging felt ridiculous, no matter how much he took care of this palm-sized place, it was useless, it would not be his home soon.

The feeling of being wet on the jeans was not comfortable, Yan Qinsheng put down the mop, went straight to his own small room, intending to find clean clothes to change into.

Just as he took off his trousers and opened the cupboard door to take out his clothes, there was a light "click" sound from the door lock of the small room. Yan Qinsheng turned his head in astonishment, and saw Tang Xiande standing at the door and gently locked the door with his hands behind his back.

The man's eyes seemed to be on Yan Qinsheng's face, and the leather shoes made a pattering sound as they stepped on the concrete floor. Yan Qinsheng met his eyes with wide eyes, and suddenly felt a panic for no reason, and stepped back against the wall. , That was the beginning of Yan Qinsheng's nightmare, and also the beginning of bad luck, like the footsteps of a devil approaching gradually, and Yan Qinsheng would not let him go just because he was pitiful.

But in Tang Xiande's view, the poorer the boy, the way he cries and begs for mercy can arouse the most primitive excitement in his heart.

What happened later, Yan Qinsheng didn't remember very clearly, because he resisted too much, and was hit by Tang Xiande's head against the wall a few times. Lie face down on the narrow bed, with the whole face buried in the quilt, and it was very difficult to breathe.

The man was panting/breathing heavily like a beast, the small room was filled with the creaking and shaking of the small bed, lingering in Yan Qinsheng's ears in keeping with the beat, the dull pain behind him was like a hammer hitting hard He ruthlessly dug open his internal organs, and the tearing pain instantly spread from his back to his limbs.

let me die!let me die!Yan Qinsheng grabbed the quilt with both hands and cried out in a hoarse voice, but what he received was only a bit more pressure on the back of his head, and he couldn't even utter a sound.

The dizziness caused by lack of oxygen brought Yan Qinsheng instant numbness, and he even had time to sniff the strong coffee smell on his pants, but not long after, the pain in his body hit again overwhelmingly, headache, body pain, My heart ached, that man like a ghost was about to tear him to pieces, Yan Qinsheng passed out crying in this tide of pain.

When Yan Qinsheng woke up from the pain, it was already dawn, and he found himself lying in a strange room. He subconsciously moved his legs to try to sit up, and the tingling pain quickly spread along the tailbone.

Although his mind was still dazed, he knew clearly what had happened to him. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry anymore. His tears dried up when he was violated.

Yan Qinsheng raised his hands to cover his eyes, comforting himself in his heart, he is not a woman, so if there is anything to be sad about, it is as if he has fallen a big somersault.

But the next second he was thinking, why not just throw him to death...

When Tang Xiande came back, he threw an anti-inflammatory ointment to him, pushed the quilt and sat down beside the bed: "Your father owes the factory worker the 5 yuan, I will pay you back, you don't have to worry."

As soon as Yan Qinsheng saw him approaching, he immediately shrank into the bed and covered his head, his body curled up into a ball and trembling.

Tang Xiande looked at the quilt that was raised like a hill and continued: "I bought a cemetery for your father in the outskirts of the city, and it was buried in the morning. I will take you to see it some time."

The man tried to keep his tone as light as possible, trying to use these advantages to make Yan Qinsheng compromise, so that he could whitewash his crime into a deal of your own accord.

At Tang Xiande's age, he had never seen such a person in society. For a college student like Yan Qinsheng, who had no plans and was timid, there were many ways to make him shut up and submit. Offer him something sweet to appease.

After all, rabbits will bite when they are in a hurry. If they can bite, it will be boring to play.

Yan Qinsheng covered himself in the quilt to protect himself, Tang Xiande lost his patience, took out his mobile phone and clicked on the photo album, pulled off the quilt without saying a word, turned Yan Qinsheng's already pale face, pasted the screen so that he could see clearly, with a slightly playful Ask him in a tone of voice: "My photography skills are not bad, cutie? If these photos are posted online, maybe you will become famous."

Yan Qinsheng's pupils constricted instantly, and he stared angrily at the screen of the phone. Tang Xiande pinched his chin with his thumb a little harder, and then warned him in a cold tone: "As long as you are obedient, I will treat you well." Like your own child, you'd better be quiet, let others know about this, and you will be the only one who is unlucky."

I don't know if it was because of fear or too much resentment, Yan Qinsheng couldn't help but chattered his upper and lower teeth and made a clashing sound, and stared at him with a pair of red eyes.

Tang Xiande smiled lightly, he looked like a rabbit.

Although he was afraid of being alone with Tang Xiande, Yan Qinsheng was worried about what he would do to his father, so he followed him to the cemetery in the suburbs.

The cemetery there is not cheap in this small city. It costs 3 yuan to buy a square meter to erect a monument. After seeing that his father was indeed buried well, Yan Qinsheng calmed down a little.

Tang Xiande stood proudly in front of Yan Xu's tombstone, with a mocking smile in his vicissitudes of life, it was useless for him to laugh at this man, no wonder women refused to live with him, even his final resting place depended on The son got it by selling himself.

Yan Qinsheng knelt in front of the tombstone and burned paper money silently. He didn't shed a tear from the beginning to the end. He just questioned his father over and over in his heart, since he made such a big mess, why didn't he take him with him when he was leaving.

Standing beside him, Tang Xiande raised his arms to look at his watch, and impatiently kicked over the iron basin where the paper was burnt. Sparks and ashes splashed and were blown away by the wind.

"Let's go." He thought the cemetery was bad luck, so he didn't want to stay for long, so he dragged Yan Qinsheng back to the car by his arm.

Yan Qinsheng leaned on the passenger seat with his eyes open in a daze with no expression on his face. He found that he could no longer think about things too deeply. Whenever he thought about it, he would get a splitting headache, and then he would be immersed in despair and couldn't extricate himself.

Tang Xiande didn't care about Yan Qinsheng's mood, he had been oppressed by his own tigress for a long time, he only needed an obedient and warm boy to satisfy his long suppressed heart, as long as Yan Qinsheng didn't resist or make a fuss was enough.

Like other bosses, of course lovers have to be kept outside. Tang Xiande also rented a room to hide his beauty.

In a seventeen-story building, there is no mobile phone to communicate with the outside world, and the windows are welded to death by anti-theft nets.

When he was alone in the house, Yan Qinsheng opened the window countless times and lay on the anti-theft net to look down. There was a strong wind in the sky, and he fantasized that he could jump from here, his eyes were full of numbness and determination.

He tried to escape quietly with the key during the night, but was discovered by Tang Xiande, who pressed him to the ground and beat him up.

The rough palm of the man pinched Yan Qinsheng's neck with such force that it was about to break him. Yan Qinsheng grasped the air with both hands indiscriminately, gasped for a few breaths with his mouth open in pain, and let out a hoarse cry from his throat.

Tang Xiande lowered his eyes, staring at the prey below him with strange eyes in the dark night, Yan Qinsheng's dying struggle made him inexplicably refreshed, but soon he restrained the terrifying thought in his head, and relaxed slightly. The clamped hands cannot kill people.

Yan Qinsheng took a big gulp of air, and the short-term lack of oxygen made him dizzy again.

"To tell you the truth, I'm not afraid of you going out to ask for help," Tang Xiande said in a cold tone, grabbed Yan Qinsheng's collar and lifted his already limp upper body, then leaned into his ear and whispered, "You can tell everyone what happened to you. It's better to describe in detail how you were tied up and fucked by a man until you cried."

Tang Xiande grinned: "If you can say it, those photos can also be appreciated by a few more people."

Yan Qinsheng bit his lip and whimpered, his body trembling with anger and fear, his red eyes stared at this perverted man with hatred.

Any living thing has an instinctive ability to adapt to the current environment. For example, those cats and dogs that are suddenly taken away by others will bite and howl vigorously at first, but after a few days of resistance, they become obedient.

By the fifth day of being imprisoned, Yan Qinsheng was no longer so repulsed by Tang Xiande's appearance, more precisely, he accepted his fate, he couldn't escape, and if he didn't resist, he could get punched less so that it wouldn't hurt so much.

Tang Xiande was not free to come 24 hours a day, more often Yan Qinsheng sat alone in the room, enough alone time for him to think about many things clearly.

At first, he would be annoyed, if he had taken the coffee at that time, it would not have spilled on his pants, and Tang Xiande would have had a chance when changing clothes.But later he thought about one more thing, perhaps the cup of coffee was drugged, and Tang Xiande tried to persuade him to take a sip, but in fact, he couldn't escape whether he drank it or not.

There should always be this calamity in life.

He thought about a lot of things in those days, replaying various sporadic clips from childhood to adulthood in his head, and Fang Yi was the one who thought the most.

In fact, Yan Qinsheng is a person with very slow emotional intelligence. He doesn't know why he misses Fang Yi more and more when he is in pain. Maybe Fang Yi has reached out to him more than once, giving him hope and pushing him forward, or maybe it is the one called "" Like" emotions are at work.

It's too late to realize what's the use of my feelings now.Yan Qin was born with a slow temper and timidity. He knew everything later, and he had missed it for the rest of his life. He missed forgiving his mother, missed his father's companionship, and missed his budding love.

For the next month or so, Yan Qinsheng's softness made Tang Xiande relax his vigilance. He knew that Yan Qinsheng's will had been worn down and he had completely given up on saving himself, so he agreed to send Yan Qinsheng to Huaiyuan to continue his studies after the winter vacation.

Of course, there is also a little selfishness of Tang Xiande, after drinking, he can brag with his old friends, my little lover is a college student in Huaiyuan, what a beauty.

Bosses like to support college students, especially those from prestigious universities. This is a kind of social ethos, arty, so as to give their inkless beer belly a little bookishness.

At the same time, Tang Xiande also felt that it would be safer to hide him away. The tigress at home had a good sixth sense and stared at him every day. If he hid his lover by his side, he would be caught by his tough wife sooner or later.

Before leaving for Huaiyuan, Tang Xiande paid a lot of money to Yan Qinsheng's account and left a record of the transfer on purpose before going to the bank with extra care.

The man's actions are undoubtedly hinting at Yan Qinsheng, and there is no use calling the police. With the transfer records, he can also insist that he and Yan Qinsheng are just a sex/erotic transaction. , falsely claiming that he was sexually assaulted and asked for help, it was perfectly reasonable and flawless, Yan Qinsheng would only be ashamed, and the man was just an innocent victim.