Ahh

The group of seven or eight-year-olds, screaming and running at the entrance of the community.

Several vehicles coming in and out stopped, for fear of encountering this group of unscrupulous divine beasts.

Bang!

A strong force came from behind him, causing He Chuan's body to shake.

He had just turned his head to look at it when he heard a screeching noise in his ears.

"Li Ruibo!"

The woman who was blowing spittle there hurriedly ran behind He Chuan and pulled the child on the ground up.

"What's the matter, you, how dirty this place is, how do you sit on it. She raised her hand and slapped it a few times, "popped" a few times, and patted the child with dust.

The child looked a little unhappy, pouting, wanting to run, but couldn't.

The rest of the children surrounded him, giggling, and grimacing at him: "Li Ruibo, why did you fall by yourself, it's really embarrassing." ”

"You said you, why are you running so fast, this big night, what if someone blind bumps into you. Look, your clothes are dirty again, go back and do your own laundry, you dead boy. The woman scolded.

After the shooting, the child was finally liberated.

When passing by He Chuan, he secretly glanced at He Chuan, and then raised his foot.

Kick him hard.

Bang dang.

The child didn't kick He Chuan, but kicked on the plastic bag in his hand.

Some bottles and cans of stuff fell out of their pockets and rolled to the ground.

The aunt at the courier point at the door can't stand it anymore.

"You, why don't you care about your children, look at the ...... of kicking people"

"Kick what, kick, which eye did you see my grandson kick?" the woman was upset.

She glared at the man who spoke, and she had to ask her to give an explanation.

"It's not kicked yet, you see on the ground, everything has fallen to the ground. The aunt was also a little unhappy, and went back directly.

"Where, I'll see. Hey, he's just a kid, what can he understand, you're all such a big person, why are you still like a child......"

"Aren't you bullying?"

He Chuan bent down, picked up the things that had fallen to the ground again, and then pulled the aunt who helped him speak.

"It's okay, I've packed it up. ”

The aunt quarreled with the woman, if He Chuan hadn't pulled her, she would have to go up and ask for an explanation.

"You, don't be so honest, you'll be bullied. Look at how many things have been broken. ”

Aunt said with some distress.

He Chuan had eggs and yogurt in this bag, and when he was kicked by a child, the eggs in it were broken, and the yogurt also exploded in a bag.

She is the person in charge of the express delivery downstairs, almost sixty years old, and is in charge of the delivery site downstairs with her daughter.

He Chuan doesn't like to go out, and if he has anything to buy, he generally chooses to shop online.

took a lot of things, and the two of them knew each other.

"It's all right, kid. He Chuan smiled.

"If you deal with this kind of person, you should scold her back. ”

"Someone will scold. He Chuan said softly.

The aunt glanced at him, a little inexplicable.

The middle-aged woman who had just quarreled went back to chatting with the others.

She seemed to feel that she had just won a battle, and now she seemed to be in high spirits, and even raised her voice twice, as if she was speaking specifically to the two of them.

The aunt sighed, took out two pieces of toilet paper, and asked He Chuan to wipe her pockets, while she herself picked up her mobile phone and continued to call.

The courier site is too small, just a small room, and there is nothing to put in. Every night, she had to call and inform those who had not yet come to the courier to come and take the courier.

He Chuan divided two trips and finally moved everything home.

The fridge wasn't big enough, only half a person tall to fit much.

When I was decorating, I didn't buy a big refrigerator because I thought that this home was too small, and I often went out to handle cases, so I was rarely at home.

Looking at it now, it's really not very convenient.

With the plan to change the refrigerator in mind, He Chuan packed up his things and cooked himself a bowl of tonkotsu ramen.

The noodles are bagged instant noodles with half of the ham I cut myself and an egg fried.

After eating, He Chuan took out a Pepsi and put the rest of the Coke into the refrigerator, and then returned to the sofa and sat down.

I opened Pepsi and took a sip.

The cold carbon dioxide soda ran down the throat and into the throat, turning into foam and spreading.

The brain, which was originally a little muddy, suddenly became a lot more sober under this stimulation.

He Chuan put the cola on the coffee table, took out a disposable tablecloth, laid it out on the sofa, and then pulled a book from the shelf on the side, leaned on the sofa and read it.

The book is a psychology book, and it's called "How to Manage Your Emotions."

The lights were turned off in the room, leaving only the fishing lights next to the couch.

The dim light cast inexplicable shadows on the ceiling.

Looks a little weird.

La Jiao found an opportunity, jumped on the sofa, and lay down next to He Chuan.

A pair of blue-green eyes stared at He Chuan, shining in the dim light.

Tick, tick.

The sound of a wall clock on the wall echoes in the room.

He Chuan rubbed his eyes, and his head began to feel sleepy a little, a little.

He didn't want to sleep, but his sleepiness couldn't stop surging up.

The eyelids kept pulling down, and halfway through, He Chuan's body trembled, and he barely opened his eyes a little more.

After repeating this several times, He Chuan finally closed his eyes slowly.

La Jiao has been lying beside He Chuan, wagging her tail and wagging her head, staring at him.

When it heard He Chuan's even breathing, it jumped off the sofa, "clicked", and turned off the light.

Room.

plunged into darkness.

……

Whew.

Whew.

Everything around him is flying in front of him.

He Chuan has experienced similar scenes many times.

Sometimes it's from a plane, sometimes it's from a tall building.

Only this time, he rolled down the mountain.

The rapid rolling of the body brings a strong feeling of vertigo.

It felt like being put in a drum washing machine, stirring violently, trying to make him vomit all the contents of his stomach.

But He Chuan did not faint, on the contrary, his five senses became extremely keen.

He smelled the bloody smell of the tip of his nose, the pain when his body pressed against the branches, the numbness when the stone cut through his skin.

And, when the head hits a stone, there is a "bang", the blood is splashed, and the brain is swaying in mid-air......

The picture is plunged into darkness.

He Chuan waited quietly, and it didn't take long for the familiar feeling of dizziness to strike again......

The spicy Jiao who was lying next to He Chuan suddenly raised her head.

In the dark, it seemed to be in the room, smelling blood.

La Jiao twitched her nose, twitching, and her eyes moved to He Chuan.

In its field of vision, He Chuan, lying on the sofa, his body was shaking.

Tiny wounds cracked open again on his skin......