Autumn nights, it turned out to be so cold.

Young Han Yunfei opened his empty eyes and looked numbly at the raindrops falling on the car window, the rain was small at first, and slowly began to get bigger, in addition to the cold, his other feeling was sleepiness, but he desperately cheered up, biting the tip of his tongue to prevent himself from falling asleep, he was afraid that once he fell asleep, he would never wake up again.

After the cold, he began to feel hot and uncomfortable.

In a trance, he heard someone scolding, "The children of rich families are so squeamish!"

He knew that he was probably sick, because the last time he was sick, he was also so hot and his head was swollen.

When the sky is bright, the rain stops, and the scenery outside the car window changes from the high-rise buildings of the city to a wheat field with no end in sight.

The autumn wheat field was buttery, and the sun shone down like gold, and he was dizzy to see.

He didn't know where he was, he didn't know the time, he hadn't slept or eaten since yesterday, he had been punched and kicked, and he had caught a cold at night. None of that matters, though.

Nothing matters, the most important thing is to be alive.

He desperately wanted to live, but little by little his consciousness was withdrawn.

Yes, he was indeed squeamish, and the last time he was sick, he was lying on the comfortable big bed at home, and his mother fed him spoonful by spoonful of the potion, and softly coaxed him to sleep.

Thinking of his mother's gentle voice, he felt sleepiness sweeping over him once again.

No, you can't sleep, if you fall asleep, everything is over!

"It's good-looking, but it's a little sickly, and it's so old, I must remember my parents, no, no. ”

The driver withdrew his fingers from the two, "Eldest sister, this number, this kid is educated by the nobility." ”

"Hmph, what's the use of aristocratic education. ”

The driver withdrew another finger, "This number, this number, right?"

Han Yunfei didn't hear the following words, but soon, he knew the answer.

It was an uninhabited rural thatched hut, covered with dust and cobwebs, into which he was thrown like a piece of paper.

The driver's last chance to make a fortune is gone, all illusions are shattered, the ordinary life of poverty can not go back, the end of the road is probably nothing more than this, waiting for him, either a life of hiding and hiding, or decades of imprisonment, nothing, or nothing, no scruples, the driver took out a fruit knife, with a lifetime of resentment towards fate, stabbed into the young man's body.

Why is it that some people are born without food and clothing, while others are born with nothing? Some people enjoy all the glory and wealth, while others have to suffer and torture?

It's that the world is too unfair, so you can't blame him for being too cruel.

The blood that had just flowed was warm and with a thick fishy smell, and the driver vented his resentment until his hands were covered with blood, and he laughed maniacally and ran away madly.

Han Yunfei fell on the dirty ground, in a pool of his own blood, he turned off his hearing, closed his sense of smell, and turned off his sense of pain.

The world is dark.

Only a faint breath remained.

Is it just dead?

Is that the end of it?

So be it......

I don't know how long it took, maybe it was a long time, maybe it was only a few minutes, Han Yunfei was confused, and he couldn't judge anymore, but his numb body suddenly felt it again.

He felt that the rope that had been tied to his hand was gone.

"Child, it's okay, uncle will take you home. ”

In a trance, he heard this.

It was a stranger's voice, strange but kind.

Someone came to his rescue?

Or is it just a dying hallucination?

After the rope was untied, the other party lifted his shirt and examined his wound, and although he was careful, when he stopped the bleeding, there was a piercing pain.

It turned out that it was not a hallucination, and someone had really come to save him.

The other party first bandaged his wound, and then carefully picked him up, feeling that he was still conscious, the man encouraged: "Child, be brave." ”

If you can go home, then Han Yunfei, you must be brave!

In this way, the dying Han Yunfei was saved, he was held in the arms of a stranger, and the other party's arm was strong and powerful, giving him a sense of security that he had never felt before.

Han Yunfei exerted all his strength, tried to raise his eyelids, and what caught his eye was an amiable face, if there was a god in the world, he thought, it would probably look like this.

"Don't be afraid. The other party smiled lightly at him, "Uncle is a policeman." ”

His strength was soon exhausted, his eyelids drooped, and he fell into a deep sleep, or a coma.