Kiss badly

Wen Hexi is stubborn by nature, he doesn't like to owe others, let alone accept others' charity, he is not pitiful.

Xu Ning and his son suffered from leukemia, and the high medical expenses made a top student who graduated from a prestigious university work for Lin Yuanzhi.

Auntie Fatty's husband and son had a car accident three years ago, her husband died on the spot, and her son's leg was amputated. She was willing to work for Lin Yuanzhi because she wanted to leave more money for her son.

There are many people who are struggling in this world, and he is no more than them.

What's more, he chose the path himself, and he doesn't need the kind of thing that the bystanders use to move him.

The police had asked him that day if he was going to give up everything in the past and start a new life.He could go to an orphanage, be adopted by a new family, have new parents, but he didn't want to.

He does not admit that he is an orphan.

He has a mother.

He chose the hardest path, and he deserved it, he believed.

It was also his own choice to embark on this road of no return, and he also recognized it.Lin Yuanzhi gave him money, and he let Lin Yuanzhi spoil his body, which is fair.

This is an era when the poor exchange their lives for money, and he is just one of them, nothing to be pitiful about.

Shuttle between the short and dilapidated old buildings, the cold wind easily penetrated through the half-dry clothes, and Wen Hexi was shivering. The house he rented was in a building far from the gate of the community. I feel like I'm going to freeze.

The house was pitch dark with no lights on.

The people cowering in the darkness seemed frightened by the sound of the door opening, screamed, grabbed the things at hand and threw them towards the door.

Wen Hexi raised her arm to block the flying debris, and comforted her, "Mom, it's me."

He flicked the switch at hand.

Turn on the lights.

The room was lit up instantly, Wen Hexi's mother Xia Qing heard the sound, looked at Wen Hexi at the door, and fell silent.After so many years, his mother's illness has improved a lot. At least when he was around, his mother never went crazy or talked nonsense. She just liked to be in a daze quietly and occasionally played temper with him.

Wen Hexi put on her slippers, went to the bathroom to take a shower, changed into her pajamas, then warmed up the braised lion's head she brought back from the package, and cooked some rice.

The house he rented was very small, and he could see everything at a glance when he entered the door. Except for the bathroom, which was separated separately, he couldn't tell the difference between the bedroom, the living room and the kitchen.

Wen Hexi put down the foldable low table, a plate of braised lion's head and a plate of pickles, and the mother and son had a simple bite on the small table. The braised lion's head went to Xia Qing, and the pickles went to Wen Hexi.

At home, Wen Hexi let go, unlike when he was eating with Lin Yuanzhi, he chewed slowly. His eating style had nothing to do with his exquisite appearance. , stuffed to the brim, his cheeks puffed up, as if someone was robbing him, a plate of pickles and a bowl of rice can make him feel like a gluttonous feast.

Wen Hexi is not picky eaters. He remembers that he seemed to be picky eaters when he was young. Later, he tasted the taste of starvation. He was so hungry that his chest stuck to his back, and he wanted to eat everything he saw. This kind of hypocrisy is gone. He eats like a starving ghost, eats everything, and only puts down his chopsticks when he is so full that he is about to throw up, for fear that there will be no next meal.

Wen Hexi ate quickly, and when he finished eating, Xia Qing was still eating the braised lion's head spoonful by spoonful.

Xia Qing ate slowly.

Wen Hexi had already got up to get the medicine box, quietly moved behind Xia Qing, took off his clothes and applied the medicine to himself, his body was bruised and purple, and there were various small wounds, the pain made him almost cry when he applied the medicine , hiding behind Xia Qing without saying a word, gritted his teeth and scolded Lin Yuanzhi eleven thousand times.

Wen Hexi finished treating her injuries, and Xia Qing just finished eating. Wen Hexi watched her finish taking the medicine, washed her up, and coaxed her to sleep.

He cleaned up the table by himself, turned off the lights, moved the small table to the balcony, turned on a small desk lamp to illuminate it, and closed the curtains to prevent the light from disturbing Xia Qing's sleep.

He sat down on the spot in front of the table, opened the history textbook, and began to memorize it.

Wen Hexi dropped out of junior high school without studying. In the second year with Lin Yuanzhi, he had the courage to ask Lin Yuanzhi to help him go to school. Only then did he have the opportunity to study. He jumped directly to high school and entered the first year of high school.

His grades are not particularly good, after all, he has fallen too far behind, his foundation is weak, and he has to accompany Lin Yuanzhi, often absent from class, almost counting as self-study.

There is no hope for a famous brand, but he worked hard. With his current grades, it is still possible to get the bottom of the 211 exam.

With her back on her back, Wen Hexi heard a slight noise in the room, and when she opened the curtains, she saw Xia Qing shaking something in her hand and trying to put it in her mouth.

The light is dim.

He didn't see what she was holding in her hand, so he walked over and saw that it was his bank card in her hand, and all his money was on that card.

He quickly snatched it over: "Mom, this is our hope for the future, so don't mess around."

Xia Qing stared blankly at the card: "He Xi's hope?"

"Yes, it is He Xi's hope."

After Xia Qing finished listening, she was in a daze again, not knowing what she was thinking.

Wen Hexi put the card back in the drawer and coaxed Xia Qing to sleep, but Xia Qing refused to sleep no matter what.He had no choice but to ignore it, and returned to the balcony to continue reciting history.

As soon as he sat down, Xia Qing also followed and sat beside him, holding his knees and staring blankly at him.

He recited it for less than 10 minutes, Xia Qing fell asleep sitting up, and he carried Xia Qing to the bed again.

At 09:30, Xia Qing woke up once and ran back to Wen Hexi again. Ten minutes later, Wen Hexi carried her back to the bed.At eleven o'clock, Xia Qing woke up again, crawled over in a daze, and fell asleep with her head resting on Wen Hexi's lap.

Wen Hexi wanted to carry her to the bed again, but Xia Qing didn't want to, and held onto Wen Hexi's waist without letting go: "Accompany He Xi, don't sleep."

Wen Hexi had no choice but to close the textbook and go to bed. Xia Qing slept on the bed, and he made the floor. The bed was too small for two people to sleep on.

That night, he had a dream. He dreamed that he paid off his debts and left this stinky city with his mother. He was admitted to a good university, got a stable job after graduation, made money, and bought a house. , two bedrooms and one living room, I finally have my own room with a big soft bed...

Waking up, he was lying on the hard floor, staring at the mottled ceiling.

He had to get up and struggle again.

Like maggots writhing and struggling in the smelly and rotting mud.

Wen Hexi got up a little late, stepped into the classroom, the teacher seemed to have gotten used to his lateness and early departure, and gave him a light look, without saying anything, opened the lesson plan and started to lecture.

Wen Hexi returned to her seat, glanced at the piles of books on the table, and touched the messy desk.

His pen should have been on the table, but it's gone now.

"Who the hell took my pen?"

Wen Hexi's roar startled the teacher and classmates.

The teacher took one of his own pens from the podium and gave it to Wen Hexi: "Use it first, and we'll talk about it after class if you have anything to do."

Wen Hexi grabbed the pen given by the teacher and stopped making trouble.

After class was over, Wen Hexi stood up suddenly, grabbed the hair of the classmate in the front seat and pulled it, holding the pen in his hand and stabbing it down fiercely. shocked.

The tip of the pen stopped only a few centimeters away from his eyeball.

"Who took my pen?" Wen Hexi asked.

The classmate tremblingly pointed to the last boy in the row against the wall: "He took it."

Wen Hexi let go of the classmate in the front seat, and threw the pen in his hand to him: "Help me return the pen to the teacher, thank you."

After speaking, he walked towards the boy.

Wen Hexi remembered him, he was handsome and easy to remember, especially this young man who was full of energy and full of sunshine, standing in the crowd like a little sun.

He transferred from another school about a month ago.

It's called Chen Zhao.

Chen Zhao looked at Wen Hexi and swallowed. Wen Hexi's ruthlessness just now really scared him. He was just an ordinary high school student, and he had never seen such a scene.

He simply thought Wen Hexi was pretty and wanted to tease him.

Wen Hexi doesn't look like a vicious person, and she is usually very gentle in class, sitting there quietly without talking, as beautiful as a painting, who knew Wen Hexi was so easy to get angry, getting angry Come so hard.

"I, I was just joking." He was so frightened that he stuttered.

Seeing his cowardly look, Wen Hexi smiled, took all the pens on his desk, kicked his desk down, put the pens in her desk and left.

Chen Zhao watched Wen Hexi's back disappear at the door of the classroom, and he was stunned for a while before he came back to his senses. His little heart was beating fast, and he covered his face and said in a low voice, "Damn, why does he look so good when he smiles!"