inherent gravity

inherent gravity

Author: more than thirteen

Introduction:

??Hey, I support you! ??

?Tag: Urban Love??Modern Overhead

?Protagonists: Kou Xiao, Mu Qing

? Perspective: main attack

? Rating: 10.0 points

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◎Concept: Good people are rewarded.

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This is the story of two poor teenagers.

Kou Xiao will always remember that the vegetable buns that cost one yuan for two on the streets of Changxi later became two yuan each. The soy milk has not changed for so many years, but the taste is lighter than before, with less sugar.

But fortunately, the person who accompanied him through so much suffering is still by his side.

HE.main attack.

Daily or every other day.

Content tags: urban love modern overhead

Search keywords: Protagonist: Kou Xiao, Mu Qing┃Supporting role: ┃Others:

One sentence introduction: Hey, I support you!

Conception: Good people are rewarded with good rewards.

??Volume [-]: Release the Ice??

Chapter 1

◎Before he could react, a figure rushed towards him from behind and hit him on the back. He was caught off guard and rushed forward. The tip of his nose was pointing at a black footprint on the ground◎

"Hungry? Go home."

With his forehead against the cold ground, he saw a figure getting closer and closer to him in a trance, putting his hand on his head and touching it.The warm touch came from the palm, so solid that he felt a little unreal.

Lying on the ground, his eyesight was poor, and through the wet and sticky forehead hair, he hesitantly raised his head and stretched out his hand to the man.

"I......"

Kou Xiao opened his eyes suddenly, the muffled thunder outside the window continued to sound, and through the misty glass, he could vaguely see the gloomy sky outside, which was a depressing gray-white.

It's a return to the South.

He sat up and rubbed the top of his hair irritably. Although the warm touch in the dream had disappeared long ago, he was not happy to be dragged back to the bleak reality before the dream was finished. A faint musty smell.

Kou Xiao sniffled and turned over to get out of bed. A moldy spot in the corner of the wall had grown a lot after a night, and it seemed to be arrogant to grow from the corner to the ceiling.

He glanced impatiently at the alarm clock on the table and planned to come back to clean it up. When he was about to open the door, he heard an intermittent and desperately suppressed coughing sound.

He frowned, quickly pushed open the door, and ran to the next door in three or two steps, kicked away a pile of bits and pieces piled up under his feet, and walked in.

A middle-aged man was choking and coughing with his back facing him, his back trembling with the frequency of coughing, as if he was going to cough up people in the next second.

"Why are you coughing like this again?"

Kou Xiao frowned and looked at the trembling back. Although he has been used to this almost uninterrupted ear-wrenching sound from morning to night for several years, it may be that he managed to make a good one today. The dream was awakened, and the irritability all over his body was almost dripping out of his pores: "If you can't do it, just take some medicine, didn't you take it last night?"

"...I'm fine." The middle-aged man took a hard breath before he recovered, turned around and looked at him apologetically: "Did it bother you?"

"Nonsense, I'm almost coughing into a spinning top." Kou Xiao walked to the bedside, opened the drawer roughly, took out a board of pills, mixed a glass of warm water and put it on the table, and said in a cold voice, "Take it."

Under his gaze, the man obediently swallowed the medicine, before hesitating for a while before saying, "Kole..."

"I got up late, you can order whatever you want later." Kou Xiao sighed, bent down to help up the crutches that fell on the ground: "It's raining outside and the ground is slippery, so stay at home and don't run around. No one dares to help you when you fall on the road.”

"Okay." The middle-aged man muttered, looking at Kou Xiao's impatient expression, he couldn't help pinching his palm: "Sister Fang called just now to say that the rent has increased by [-], and it will be paid on the fifth."

"Why is it going up again? Didn't it just go up last month?" Kou Xiao was about to explode when he heard it, and he would force him to swear at people early in the morning: "Damn it, I don't care about living in her in this broken house, and it's still going up a year Three times, what a fucking embarrassment!"

After scolding for a while, he still felt panicked, kicked the head of the bed, turned around and was about to leave, the trembling voice of the middle-aged man sounded behind him: "Is there enough money at home? If not, I can go out to set up a show at night." What's the deal..."

"Can you stop messing with me?"

Kou Xiao squeezed the space between his eyebrows: "Just your body, your legs, just stay at home honestly, what serious illness will happen later, I will pick up money all over the street to treat you?"

"That's good," the man lowered his head silently, and after a pause, he added stubbornly, "If you run out of money, tell me to stop punching, okay? That's fatal!"

"If I didn't go, you would have died a few years ago!" Kou Xiao roared, and slammed the door loudly.

"Hold."

He stood in the living room and took a few deep breaths before suppressing the unknown fire in his heart. It is said that people will become irritable after staying in a depressing environment for a long time. Kou Xiao looked around the dilapidated house and felt that this conclusion was simply impossible. too correct.

The wall separating the two rooms is made of thin wood, not to mention coughing, he can even hear the sound of slippers rubbing against the ground clearly from the next door, especially in recent months the old man has been urinating frequently at night , can be woken up several times a night, and the quality of sleep has deteriorated so badly that he has a bit of neurasthenia when he sleeps, the kind that can wake up even if a needle is dropped on the ground.

irritable.

Kou Xiao took the umbrella and was about to go out, but found that the aisle outside the door was crowded with a group of people shrinking their heads and discussing something. As soon as he opened the door, they all surrounded him.

Before Kou Xiao could open his mouth to ask what was going on, the aunt who collected the trash from the opposite door yelled at him: "Hey! Someone died next door!"

"Who's dead?" Kou Xiao frowned.

"That's it, the old man in 302 that my daughter didn't care about!" The aunt continued to shout loudly, but she couldn't tell whether the tone was fear or excitement, and the buzzing made Kou Xiao's scalp tingle: "Yesterday I went out and fell down." I ran into it when I was trashing it! What a crime! Today there are no people! What are you talking about this early in the morning..."

"That's right, if someone hadn't come to repair the gas today, no one would have known about it for a long time!" The person next to him echoed.

"How did he die?" someone asked.

"How else can I die, I am poor!"

Kou Xiao didn't speak, and stared blankly at the distorted faces in the crowd who were chattering endlessly, paused for a while, and planned to squeeze out of the crowd to go downstairs.

This old building probably lived in this kind of people: those who came from other places to work, those who sell the waste paper downstairs earlier, or those who retired and their children didn’t want to take care of them. Fend for itself.All in all, they are a group of urban lower-class people with little money. Every day they open and close their eyes, they think about money and what to eat next.

But these people have one thing in common, the less money they have, the more they care about everything.

Kou Xiao has lived in this building for three years and has already witnessed countless fights that he thinks are caused by idle farts. Sometimes, two boxes are placed at the door of his house to block the road, and the sky is dark, or There was a family who occasionally made braised pork, and the children next door who couldn’t afford the meat smelled it and wanted to eat it. In the end, they came to the house with a bear that was crying so hard that they couldn’t breathe. When it was blown up, he looked hysterical that he couldn't see others better than himself.

Very irritable.

Kou Xiao patted a person on the shoulder to signal him to get out of the way. The person just turned his head in dissatisfaction. After meeting Kou Xiao's gloomy face, he shrank silently to the side and cursed in a low voice.

"He Lide! He Lide! Come out and have a look! Dead man!"

Someone suddenly knocked hard on the door of his house, and the door opened almost immediately, revealing a dark yellow and somewhat swollen face, who probably had been listening silently inside the door for a long time.

Lao He held the door with one hand and supported the crutches with the other to ask the person outside the door the specific situation, and after getting a vague reply, he froze in place, and he sighed for a long time: "It's a pity... .”

"The police will come after a while. If you want to ask, just say that he died himself! It's none of our business."

It was still the aunt who was chattering just now, when she saw that Kou Xiao was about to leave, she grabbed his arm with one hand: "Hey boy, where are you going?"

"Go to school." Kou Xiao pulled her hand away with a cold face.

"He's dead! Don't you go and see?" the aunt yelled at him, only inexplicable excitement and curiosity remained on her face, which made it hard for Kou Xiao not to wonder if her father would have the same look on her face after her death : "If you die, you die. It's none of my business."

Maybe it was because his voice was too cold, there was a moment of silence in the chaotic corridor, and several pairs of eyes focused on his face and turned back and forth, probably because of shock or ridicule, "If he is so ruthless, he will probably be a murderer in the future."

However, Kou Xiao didn't care about these opinions, and finally squeezed his way through a group of spectators, passing by 302 where the accident happened, and just glanced at him lightly.

Although nothing can be seen through the open door, but if it is not dealt with in time, the smell of corruption will not be long in this humid weather, easily announcing a person's death.

"If you die, you will die... what are you talking about..." the aunt looked at his back and muttered, just about to turn around