Since going to Wugong Mountain, he has been walking on the morning road, in just a few days, a lot of things have really happened, coming out of Liuli's residence, Zhou Zixuan dragged his tired body towards his dormitory, ready to go back and have a good rest.

Tonight was especially dark, probably in late autumn, and the wind was a little strong. There are not many food stalls and open-air barbecues left, only a few people sitting there sporadically, a little lonely.

It's this street again, Zhou Zixuan has been here, and he and Meng Chenxi have met in a bar near here. In the past, he would rarely go back this way, too lazy to enjoy the night view and self-absorption, and he could sleep peacefully after crossing this street and walking through a small garden.

In the small garden, secluded and secluded, it was called a dating mecca in the summer, but now it is so scarce, only the autumn breeze and the blowing leaves.

Zhou Zixuan stopped and stopped in the garden.

There was a girl on the swing, dressed in white, who seemed to be a world away in a no-man's land.

She was swinging there, like Nie Xiaoqian of Lanruo Temple, without the breath of a living person.

Let Zhou Zixuan beat a spirit, he shouldn't be walking at night and meeting a ghost.

At the same time, I also wondered how the girls nowadays are more daring than the other, and they all like to play alone at night, and the red-haired woman in Dongling Mountain last time was also drinking like a psychopath to the moon.

Now there's another one in white.

He looked at the woman, feeling something familiar, and when he looked closely, he recognized it. On the day Lu Chaoyu committed suicide, he saw her.

The woman didn't see Zhou Zixuan, just quietly swinging alone until she slowly stopped.

These days, she dropped out of school, did all kinds of jobs every day, experienced everything her sister had experienced, and she understood the reason why her sister committed suicide, because death is sometimes a relief, a kind of happiness, and a kind of courage.

She slowly stood up, looked at the backpack she carried with her, and only got such a small amount of pay for a day's work, which was completely less than one-ten-thousandth of the debt, and the debt was still increasing.

The swing was still swinging, but the people on it were gone, and she walked with her head down, when suddenly she felt a figure in front of her.

She looked up, and in the moonlight, she saw the man's face, which she recognized at a glance, the man who had helped her.

"Are you rich?" the woman said numbly as she looked at Zhou Zixuan.

"Ah, what are you doing all of a sudden?" Zhou Zixuan was confused, did she want to borrow money from him, didn't she, it was too much to withdraw money when they met for the first time.

Could it be that she saw that she was weak, and there was no one nearby who wanted to rob the road? Zhou Zixuan had heard that there were social people around the school who robbed the road, but he still didn't believe it.

"I need money, and if you have money I can sell myself to you. The girl stared at Zhou Zixuan's eyes and said, if she wasn't desperate, she wouldn't have said such a thing, a few years ago, why would she bother about this.

Zhou Zixuan didn't know her, so naturally he didn't know what kind of past she had.

"Ahh "I don't have any money, and even if I did, I wouldn't spend it here. ”

The woman nodded, not minding what he said, and walked past him, while saying lightly, "Then, forget it." ”

Zhou Zixuan looked at her distant back, that kind of weak appearance, and she didn't have any desire for money, not like an ordinary money worshipper.

"Wait a minute, you're short of money?" Zhou Zixuan shouted at her back.

"I'm not short of money. The girl did not look back, but stopped, and continued towards the night, until the figure disappeared completely into the night, as if swallowed up.

Zhou Zixuan scratched his head, but this encounter was not beautiful at all, he wanted to go back to lie under the quilt and have a good dream, but at this time the sleepiness was gone, and he was even more hesitant, "I'm always a little worried, just follow and take a look." ”

Nosy is his style, he used to want to be incapable, but now it's different, climbing over the wall, tracking, sprinting, perceiving the surroundings, and avoiding surveillance to be a flower thief are more than enough.

Zhou Zixuan felt that he was very close to this girl, and he was the one who ended up twice.

The girl's night walk was quite long, and Zhou Zixuan followed for almost half an hour, if it wasn't for following up on this slum, he would have wanted to give up.

The slum is a small corner in the west of Shonan City, and the so-called slum is a nickname given by outsiders, because there are some poor people here, and more than half of them live by begging or doing heavy work.

Similarly, this is also a place that outsiders do not want to approach, because most of them are outsiders, either do not have a hukou, or fake hukou, and many desperate criminals take advantage of this and hide here. It is difficult to improve law and order, and the crime rate is quite high.

Zhou Zixuan sighed with emotion, it is really bold for a girl like this girl to walk alone in this secluded slum. Actually, if it hadn't happened to her today, she would have come back very early every day, and there were still people patrolling around here before it was getting late.

Her firm steps stepped into the depths of the slum step by step, and she did not have the slightest timidity, because more fearful things had already been experienced.

At night when the night was dark and windy, Zhou Zixuan sneakily followed behind, if someone really saw this scene, they would definitely think that he was a professional gentleman.

Zhou Zixuan was not dressed in black, but he felt like an assassin who walked on the wall in ancient times, staring at a target, like looking at his prey, constantly swimming, he was not professionally trained, he just tried to reduce the sound of his actions, fortunately, today's night wind was very strong, and he buried the sound for him.

At last, the girl stopped, took the key from her bag, opened a door, and stepped into the place where she was full of pain.

Zhou Zixuan jumped and patted on the eaves of the small bungalow that the girl entered, still fantasizing about learning from the ancients who wanted to poke a hole with their fingers, but they touched the cement slate, and the poke hurt, so he shook his fingers, knowing that he had failed to pretend to be X.

Slowly moving his body, the eaves are not strong, there are many holes, the wind is blowing, if it is the rainy season, I am afraid that you can swim in the house, and finally found a place where you can see the situation in the house.

Looking through the small hole, the house is still using cheap oil lamps, and even though the room is small, it looks very dim. There was a single bed in the room that was about to fall apart, and a twine hammock, but other than that, there was no furniture to be found, and household items were piled up in the corners of the room in an orderly manner. It's really messy.

"It's back, and I didn't make any money. A slightly hoarse voice came from inside the house.

"Nope. ”

Is this the voice of a girl, or is it the kind of voice that has no emotion, thinking of a robot.

"Then what are you going to do when you come back, go out and make money for me, next time I wait for Lao Tzu to turn over the book, our family will be able to get up, and it will be as glorious as before." The man, as if dissatisfied with her words, propped himself up and got up from the bed.

Zhou Zixuan could only look at the man's back, very thin, holding a simple cane made of steel bars, one leg had been cut off, and he looked a little cautious at night.

"You still want to gamble?" the girl did not retreat, still looking at the man, and her tone was no longer mechanical, but a little sad.

"It must be okay this time, they cheated last time, and now I've seen through it. The man's voice roared, venting a kind of dissatisfaction.

The girl lowered her head and said softly: "You said that last time, now that the excellent sister is dead, so the perfect sister has collapsed and committed suicide because you are in debt, and you still don't know how to repent." ”

The girl's words made the man in front of her stunned, and Zhou Zixuan, who was lying on the roof, almost made a sound.

"Don't mention her to me. The man's voice weakened a little, and he waved his other hand, which was not holding a cane, before turning away.

"It looks like you're going to feel guilty too. The girl sneered, looking at the back that was once tall and straight, able to shield them from the wind and rain, but now it is so thin and distressed, but it is more of a hatred.

Hate his gambling addiction, hate his weakness, hate him for ruining the house, and hate his own incompetence.

"I'm here to make our family the same as before, to let you eat and drink without worry, to make you look up to you like those big ladies, what's wrong with me. The man's tone was a little vicissitudes, the business failed, he was on this road in order to return to his roots, he himself understood that this may be a road of no return, but he held the psychology of luck, hoping to turn the crisis into safety, to make the family happy, to be able to let himself walk on the street as in the past.

Now it seems that there is no such thing, the big house is gone, and the father and daughter can only live in a small room of less than 20 square meters. The beloved and relatives are gone, and I can only look at the broken candles in the house alone every day, my sturdy body is gone, and even my legs have been cut off because of gambling debts.

Maybe it was really miserable that the business failed in the past, but now life can only be described as miserable.

"You're not wrong, it's me who is wrong" The woman put down her satchel, put her hair down, shook her hair, threw herself on her shoulders like a waterfall, and took off her eyes, so that she looked a little mature, and the haggard and pale still could not hide her beauty and grace. Standing there, she was as delicate as a weak willow in the wind, and as beautiful as a white lotus out of the water.