The paranoid milk dog is actually me

The most dilapidated shantytown in Manbei City.

A little boy curled up on the ground, his bony arms tightly covering his head.

His dirty school uniform had frayed edges, and even had a few holes in it. The exposed skin was covered with new wounds and old wounds, full of bruises and scratches.

The punching and kicking on his body continued, he clenched his teeth so hard that his nails sank deep into his flesh, and he couldn't help letting out a muffled groan.

pain.

It was so painful.

But he knew he couldn't bark, couldn't shout.

Because no one will come to help him, making noises will only lead to more violent beatings.

"Hide! I told you to hide! Stand up for me!"

The violent man suddenly bent down, grabbed his arm and picked him up.

Before the boy could stand still, another slap hit his face, making his whole head buzzing, and it took three seconds for him to feel the burning pain.

"Unlucky thing, killing your mother is not enough, just staring at me to suck blood, see if I don't beat you to death today!"

The little boy's black eyes, which had always been emotionless, moved slightly when he heard this sentence, but it was only for a moment, and when the man looked over, he returned to indifference.

The beating and scolding continued until the end of dinner time.

The man spat fiercely on the ground, wiped his hands on his body, and turned his head into the room.

"The drunkard is beating his son again, and every time he loses money, he will vent his anger on the child..."

"It's so pitiful, it seems to be called Xie Anheng, right? Hey, a child without a mother is not as good as a grass."

"His mother is not a good thing, he just sells it."

"Keep your voice down, be careful that the drunkard will beat you if he hears it."

"Go, go, mind your own business."

Little Xie Anheng didn't seem to have heard these discussions at all.

He took a few breaths with difficulty, got up from the ground, lowered his head and slapped away the broken stone residue embedded in the flesh, and wiped the several broken skin wounds on the inside of the school uniform indiscriminately.

Little Xie Anheng let go of his clenched other hand, revealing the small paper knife in his palm.

He no longer expects someone to help him, and this knife is his last hole card.

Little Xie Anheng stared at the door where Xie's father disappeared with his thick black eyes, and there seemed to be an undercurrent in his eyes.

After a while, he covered his eyelashes and limped into the deep darkness.

It's approaching evening.

Room on the second floor of Fuxin Guest House.

"Cough...cough cough cough cough!!"

There was an earth-shattering coughing and wheezing in the bathroom, accompanied by the sound of gagging, as if wanting to cough up the entire lung.

The man in a suit and leather shoes propped his hands on the sink, seemingly in pain, and the hair on his forehead was trembling.

After a while, he managed to slow down, let out a long sigh of relief, and raised his eyelashes.

Xie Anheng's eyes suddenly widened.

The face in the mirror was not his.

Although there are seven or eight points of similarity, you can still find the difference when you look closely, especially the pair of eyes, which are light in color, like a pair of glazed beads.

And Xie Anheng's own pupils are very pure jet black.

He turned on the faucet and poured a handful of cold water on his face, trying to clear his mind, but when he looked up again, everything around him remained unchanged.

Strange body, strange environment.

Xie Anheng held back the screaming headache, and held on to the door frame to go out to see what was going on, but just as he stepped forward, his legs suddenly went limp, and he fell heavily on the floor again.

"Hiss..." He subconsciously pushed his hands forward to support himself, but his palms stabbed sharply.

It was scratched by the edge of the bed, and blood gushed out.

Xie Anheng wiped his body casually twice, staggered and stood up again, only to realize that what he stepped on just now was a small bottle.

A bottle of sleeping pills, and now all that's left is an empty shell.

Half of it was spilled on the ground, and the remaining half probably went into his stomach.

Painful and dizzy in his head, Xie Anheng fell back on the bed, and it took him a long time to recall what happened.

Just a few minutes earlier, he was visiting a building in a shantytown renovation project.

But the building suddenly collapsed for some unknown reason. He happened to be standing under a load-bearing column, and a cement brick hit his head head-on, causing him to lose consciousness instantly.

And when he opened his eyes again, he was here.

Xie Anheng squeezed the bottle of sleeping pills, and gently placed it on the table next to him.

Obviously, the owner of his current body swallowed medicine and committed suicide.

This kind of bizarre thing happened to him, but Xie Anheng didn't have time to think about it for the time being, he almost vomited his entire stomach just now before he vomited it all up, and now he was thirsty and uncomfortable, and urgently needed medicine and water.

He recovered a little strength, rummaged through his pockets, found the original owner's wallet, tidied up a bit, got up and left the room.

After leaving the room, facing the sunlight outside, Xie Anheng narrowed his eyes and raised his hand to block it, only then could he see the alley in front of him clearly.

He couldn't be more familiar with this place, it was the place where he had lived for more than ten years.

At this moment, his darkest and most painful childhood memories almost rushed to his face.

Xie Anheng frowned slightly, always feeling that something was wrong.

He walked to the pharmacy with ease, took the bandaged cotton cloth, iodine, and some drugs for emetic treatment, and prepared to pay the bill.

It happened to be close to the end of school in the afternoon, and there were many parents standing in front of them chatting with the pharmacy owner, as well as customers who came to buy things. They lined up in a small line, and Xie Anheng waited at the end of the line.

"The kid was beaten again last night."

The bald man in front whispered.

The middle-aged woman gathered next to him also sighed: "Is it? I heard it too, the old drunkard kept scolding him, the voice couldn't be stopped even with the windows closed."

"I passed by and took a look. It wasn't just a beating, it almost kicked the child to death. The attack was not serious at all. The most important thing is that the little guy is also a tough guy. He was beaten like that and didn't say a word. "

"Poor..."

The more Xie Anheng listened, the more weird he felt, he took a sudden look.

He was very familiar with the people standing in front of him, they were residents of this alley, but they all looked...too young.

Xie Anheng was startled, turned around and saw the calendar on the cash register.

The above is turning to today's date, and the printed font is neat: May 2011, 5.

Ten years ago!

"Aren't you paying?" The store owner knocked on the glass countertop, saw him standing still, and asked, "Is there anything else you want to buy? Tell me, and I'll find it for you."

"No, no need, that's all." Xie Anheng hid the surprise in his eyes, and put the medicines on the cash register as calmly as possible.

"Good."

After standing for a while, Xie Anheng's mind echoed the words just said by the person next to him, and he suddenly had an unbelievable thought.

He turned his head: "Hi, may I ask the kid you mentioned just now, is his name Xie Anheng?"

"Yes..." The middle-aged woman replied subconsciously. Seeing his face, she realized that he was not a resident of this street, and asked cautiously, "Why are you asking about this? Who are you from him?"

Xie Anheng quickly collected his thoughts, and smiled gently at the woman: "My younger brother goes to the school opposite, and he mentioned this name to me."

"Oh, that's it." The middle-aged woman looked him up and down, and her eyes fell on his abrupt high-end suit, and stayed on the mechanical watch on his wrist for a few seconds, "That child is poor."

Someone next to him suddenly said: "If you really feel sorry for him, why don't you just give the kid some medicine, anyway, you run a pharmacy."

"What are you talking about? The money for my purchases came from the strong wind? Why don't you buy some medicine and send it to him?" The woman turned her head and scolded him.

Another middle-aged man hurriedly smoothed things over: "Old Chen was just joking, don't take it seriously. You must never do this, it's pitiful, it's better not to touch that child, if he sticks to you as a life-saving straw, that's terrible." Trouble."

The proprietress was silent for a few seconds: "I know, I can still understand the importance of these things, and I also told my children not to get along with him too much, the influence is not good."

"That's it."

The school across the street suddenly rang the bell.

"Hey, school is over! Let's go and pick up the kids."

Parents rushed towards the school gate.

Only Xie Anheng and the boss who stayed to watch the door were left in the pharmacy.

The shop owner helped him pack the things and handed them to him. Seeing the blood stained on Xie Anheng's left hand, and seeing how handsome he was, he couldn't help but remind him: "Young man, it's best to go to the hospital for your injury. , you can’t live on this little iodine.”

"Thank you, I'll go when I'm done." Xie Anheng took the bag.

Those painful pictures hidden in the depths of his memory broke through with the conversation of the few people just now.

He glanced at the opposite side again, turned his head and said, "Please help me get another bottle of iodine, two packs of cotton swabs, and a bottle of painkiller spray."

A few minutes later, he picked up the newly packed medicine, turned around and went out, looking over the dark crowd, and finally found a thin figure in the corner.

Even the smallest school uniform looked too baggy on him.

The child buried his head deeply, with obvious scars on his neck and hands, and was pushed forward with difficulty and limped in the crowd.

Xie Anheng's fingertips trembled, and he strode into the crowd.

At the same time, Xiao Xie Anheng was at the end of the line, struggling with his swollen ankle.

The place where he was kicked hurt all night last night, and he didn't care about it. Today, a big lump swelled up, as painful as a needle prick, and he could barely walk.

"Tsk, stay away from him. His father often beats people. Be careful when standing with him and you will be beaten too." The little girl next to him was dragged away by another boy.

The girl looked back at him with sympathy: "My cousin's family runs a pharmacy, and I want to give him some band-aids."

"Are you crazy?!" The boy opened his eyes wide, "Don't tell your parents, you will definitely get beaten."

"why?"

"Don't ask, you don't understand, anyway, my mother said don't give him anything, don't get close to him, there will be dirty things to entangle you."

"Wow, what you said is scary."

Little Xie Anheng didn't look back at the two classmates who were talking about him, he lifted the strap of his schoolbag up, endured the pain and hurried forward into the line, trying to stay away from them.

You won't hear it any further.

The crowd surged, parents, children, and teachers crowded together, and little Xie Anheng was pushed to the front of the pharmacy.

He raised his head and looked inside, his eyes fell on the pack of band-aids in the showcase.

He passes by this store every day, and takes a look at it every day, just for a look.

He didn't dare to imagine the iodine next to him, but this pack of band-aids only cost one yuan...

He touched his pocket, and there was a five-cent coin left by Xie's father on the ground.

Just a little bit.

Forget it.

Xiao Xie Anheng licked his chapped lips, suppressed the longing in his heart, and buried his head to stop looking.

"Hey, what are you standing here looking at? Let's go!"

A grumpy parent pushed forward from behind.

Little Xie Anheng was wounded, he couldn't walk at all, but the wound hurt even more when he was squeezed around, and he was about to fall——

Suddenly, he bumped into a solid arm and caught him firmly.

The other party's clothes were soft, and Xiao Xie Anheng smelled a very faint smell of medicine.

Before he could think about it, the schoolbag on his back was grabbed by another strong force, and his zipper squeaked twice.

The bag was opened!

Got thief!

Now little Xie Anheng didn't care to raise his head to see who he bumped into, hurriedly squeezed out of the crowd and took off his schoolbag to look through it.

Hands with scars touched a jar of ice-cold cylinders.

He opened his schoolbag, lowered his head——

A bottle of pain relief spray, next to it is a can of iodine and two packs of cotton swabs.

His heart was beating fast, and he turned suddenly and looked around.

Yet nothing.

The crowd is bustling, only the smell of sweat blown by the hot wind and the turbid smell of street stalls.