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Zhao Liao vented for a while, then gradually came back to his senses, and said after a while, "You're not dead, are you? Say something if you're not dead."

After a while, Jiang Mingchen said in a low voice, "Just kill me."

"Fuck! You messed with me first!" Zhao Liao scolded.

He scolded and scolded, somewhat guilty, bent over to pull Jiang Mingchen: "Get up! Go to the hospital to see—"

Jiang Mingchen was dragged up by him, grabbed something and threw it at Zhao Liao's head.

However, Zhao Liao hid him.After all, Zhao Liao's identity is there. He has learned self-defense from a world champion since he was a child, not to mention Jiang Mingchen, even ordinary social thugs may not be able to beat him.

After hiding away, Zhao Liao laughed instead, grabbed Jiang Mingchen's hand, and said coaxingly, "It's alright, alright, stop making trouble, it's almost over."

Jiang Mingchen suddenly went crazy, struggling hysterically, cursing and kicking Zhao Liao.

Zhao Liao had no choice but to push him to the ground and beat him again.

When Jiang Mingchen was struggling, he accidentally touched the scissors used to cut meat, pulled it away and scratched his face.

Zhao Liao completely calmed down now: "Stop!"

Jiang Mingchen licked his lips and swallowed a mouthful of blood with difficulty, feeling that his mouth was full of rust.

He raised his wrist, gestured upwards with scissors, and panted, "Didn't you cut your wrist just for me? Zhao Liao, that's why your family said they wanted to kill my whole family. Okay, I'll give it back to you now, and I'll give you one." Pay back your life, okay? Is that enough?"

"Are you crazy?!" Zhao Liao took a small step back, trying to slow down his voice, "I won't beat you anymore, put down the scissors, don't be impulsive, it hurts, really."

Jiang Mingchen laughed instead: "You think I won't hurt when you hit me, do you?"

"OK, it's my fault, I won't hit you, I apologize." Zhao Liao smiled apologetically, "It's not that you provoke me first—OK! I was wrong! It was my fault. You put it down first, and I promise not to hit you again , let's go to the hospital to bandage first."

Seeing that Zhao Liao had reached this point, Jiang Mingchen hesitated, and put the scissors back on the table.

Jiang Mingchen didn't really want to die, he would have committed suicide long ago, but he didn't want to.

He wants to live, even if this life is dark, even if he lingers on, even if the years are meaningless.

He wants to live.

Zhao Liao relaxed a bit, smiled flatteringly at Jiang Mingchen, and stretched out his hand tentatively to pull him: "Chenchen, go to the hospital—"

"Don't touch me!" Jiang Mingchen yelled in a low voice.

Zhao Liao withdrew his hand embarrassingly, and stood there dryly, watching Jiang Mingchen slowly squat down against the wall, holding his head and weeping suppressedly.

He really didn't know the meaning of his life.

A waste who is afraid of death, has no courage to resist, but is unwilling to accept.

Every time Jiang Mingchen faced such a fact, he felt pain and despair.

A few minutes later, Zhao Liao was embarrassed and irritable, and asked, "Are you still motivated? Almost done. Still not up yet, are you? Okay, then you can cry yourself, and go to the hospital by yourself when you're done crying."

After speaking, he fled the scene in a panic.

Jiang Mingchen squatted on the ground for a while, and finally stopped crying. He slowly stood up on the chair, and walked out slowly. There was no color in his eyes, it was a pool of stagnant water.

Just like his life.

……

The side of the road in the middle of the night is not very quiet, there are distant and close noises that come from unknown sources, maybe passing vehicles, maybe the chirping of cicadas on the branches, or maybe the noise of crowds frolicking in the distant city.

Jiang Mingchen was sitting in the bus station with his head resting on the billboard, still aching.

My face hurts, my head hurts, my mouth hurts, my arms and legs hurt too.

He leaned on it like this, quietly watching the buses come and go one after another, passengers getting on and off, until there were no more buses and passengers, and after the voice-activated street lights went dark It takes longer and longer to light up again.

Jiang Mingchen finally came to his senses, took out his phone, thought about it, and sent a video call request to Zhao Liao.

After more than ten seconds passed, Zhao Liao refused the video call.

Half a minute later, Zhao Liao called back: "Hello? Where are you?"

Jiang Mingchen asked back, "Where are you?"

Zhao Liao said, "Outside. Where are you? I'll pick you up."

Jiang Mingchen asked: "Why don't you start the video? What are you doing?"

Zhao Liao: "Crazy? Where are you?"

Jiang Mingchen said in a low voice: "Zhao Liao, this is boring. You have so many sex friends, can you let me go?"

Zhao Liao scolded: "Are you sick? Where are you? I'll pick you up."

Jiang Mingchen said, "Zhao Liao, I really don't want to continue."

Zhao Liao said speechlessly: "When it's almost time, you can come back to me by yourself, otherwise it would be boring for me to catch you and come back Jiang Mingchen."

"I'm going to relax. I'll come back in a few days and calm down." Jiang Mingchen hung up the phone after finishing speaking, and booked a ticket for the last flight.

But his luck was good and bad. After booking the ticket, he got up to hail a taxi, but his foot slipped, and his phone fell into a puddle of water, and he sat down on his buttocks, and the screen cracked instantly.

Jiang Mingchen picked up his phone and wiped it casually, then got into a taxi and went to the airport.

His hometown is in province G, but he has long forgotten how to speak the dialect of his hometown. He went abroad with his mother since he was a child. Now he can only speak Mandarin and English, and he is always treated as a foreigner when he returns home.When he thought about it occasionally, he didn't know what he was in this world, where he came from, and where he was going.

Jiang Mingchen didn't like to bring too much cash with him when he went out. Now when the plane landed, he found that his phone couldn't be turned on, and he found a ten-yuan bill in his pocket.

Although he could discuss with the driver to go upstairs to get the money when he got home, Jiang Mingchen always felt embarrassed. He was afraid of being rejected by the driver, and also afraid that the driver would say him. Tomorrow, I will take the subway to the city during the day, and then take the bus home.

But people often say that when one is unlucky to the extreme, it is time for a change of luck.

Jiang Mingchen didn't take a few steps in the airport hall, when he suddenly heard someone calling himself: "Jiang Mingchen?"

He was startled, turned around, and saw a few people standing under the green plant not far away, all wearing the uniforms of the Cangshui team, each playing with their mobile phones, and the one who greeted him was Zheng Xuan, the captain of Cangshui.

Originally, Zheng Xuan just habitually met people in the same circle he knew to say hello, but when he approached Jiang Mingchen, he found that something was wrong, and the smile on his face turned into doubt and concern: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Mingchen shook his head: "My phone is broken."

Zheng Xuan took out his mobile phone and handed it to him: "Do you want to make a call?"

Jiang Mingchen shook his head again: "Can you lend me some money? Cash."

Zheng Xuan took out his wallet without saying a word, and asked while taking the money: "Alone? Why did you come here suddenly?"

"I want to go home." Jiang Mingchen whispered, "My home is here."

Zheng Xuan smiled, handed him the money, and said something in dialect, but Jiang Mingchen couldn't understand it, so he said directly: "I don't know how to speak, and I don't understand."

Zheng Xuan: "..." The agreed fellow?

Jiang Mingchen borrowed money and explained: "I grew up abroad. What are you?"

Zheng Xuan looked back at his teammates and said, "There is an exhibition match, please let us go."

The reason why I chose the midnight flight was because of the discounted air tickets, and second, because these people’s daily routines are like this.

Jiang Mingchen habitually smiled politely at the Cangshui team members who were looking over, but the wound on the corner of his mouth was touched, and it turned into a frowning smile.He had no choice but to make a quick decision: "Thank you Team Zheng, I wish you a smooth game. I'll go first."

Zheng Xuan said: "Oh, okay, then you should pay attention to your own safety."

After Zheng Xuan returned to his teammates, he couldn't help but look back at Jiang Mingchen's leaving back.

Jiang Mingchen also seemed to have some problems with his legs. When he walked, he was very slow and unsteady, as if he was holding on.

"That seems to belong to Team Jinshi, right? What's it called?" A voice suddenly came from beside him.

Zheng Xuan came back to his senses, took the ticket that was photographed on his arm by the visitor, hesitated, and said, "Xiang Nan, you and them go there first, I won't go today."

Xiang Nan raised his eyebrows in surprise: "What's wrong?"

"It won't start until after the game. I have plenty of time. I'll be there in time tomorrow." Zheng Xuan said, "Jiang Mingchen seems to have something to do, and it's midnight again. I feel relieved to send him back."

Xiang Nan said with a smile: "Okay, the central air conditioner is working again. Are you familiar with him?"

Jiang Mingchen dragged his legs out of the airport hall with all his strength, looked left and right to see that there was no one outside, then relaxed a bit, and tried his best to shift his weight to the less injured leg, it didn't matter if his walking posture was a bit ugly.

He walked towards the taxi, and just two steps away, someone chased him from behind: "Jiang Mingchen!"

Jiang Mingchen was startled again, stopped, and looked back at Zheng Xuan who was chasing him: "Team Zheng?"

"I'll take you back." Zheng Xuan said earnestly, "I'm a little worried about you being like this in the middle of the night."

Jiang Mingchen froze for a moment, then suddenly remembered that Zheng Xuan was worried about Zhao Liao when he was abroad.

Are you so worried?

Even if it's just for someone you don't know well?

Jiang Mingchen smiled a little embarrassedly: "I'm fine. Aren't you going to play an exhibition game?"

"I'll take a call the day after tomorrow. I'm going to sleep tonight. The original arrangement for tomorrow is just to go shopping and rest together. It's the same when I go there tomorrow." Zheng Xuan walked over and opened the door of the taxi in front, clutching the top of the door. ,"boarding."

Jiang Mingchen hesitated, but did not insist, and went to get into the car.