Some people use the phrase 'once you enter the Houmen Gate is as deep as the sea' to describe the rules and involuntary nature of the rich family, but in fact, Galen feels that the killer organization is more suitable for this sentence. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Soon after Galen left his post privately, the organization sent a large number of people to besiege him, and the reason was something like 'fleeing with privacy'.

He killed a group, crippled a group, and then some powerful people came. Galen was wounded by him and fled vomiting blood.

Death or something, Galen feels okay, he has killed people himself, although he has never done it deliberately, but it has accumulated intermittently over the years, probably in the hundreds.

But the ants were still greedy, so he fled from the good stream.

In the days that followed, Galen did not become a beggar, for he had been raised for pleasure all these years, and he ate fine clothes and food, and slept in silk and satin, but he was not used to sleeping on the cold and hard benches in the park.

Fortunately, in the huge reinforced concrete city, there are countless places to stay.

The owner's empty room when he was away on business, the uninhabited bedroom, and the new house that has not yet been sold out are all places for Galen.

He walked and stopped, living under the same roof with the owner of the house, and he listened to the laughter, the warmth of the veins under the little lights.

Sometimes, Chakra will hide in the dark in the corner of the house, watching the husband sitting on the sofa with his wife in his arms after work, watching a laughing TV show or a child who has been raised by a nurse, and making up excuses in every possible way to take a break from the busy work.

Then, he felt happy.

Walk along the river and stop as you go, crossing the glittering lights of the city, accompanied by the honking of the train, leaving the lights behind. Galen travels from city to city, between desolation and prosperity, and then meets the woman.

At that time, there was rain in the small town, and strange travelers carried grass-green backpacks and went up the river in the hurried flow of people.

Perennial floating grass swayed shallowly on the embankment, and a few herring fishes pressed against the water, breathing with their mouths open.

Then Galen looked up at the small grid and beige window above his head, and he picked one and walked in.

It was a rather spacious apartment, and the owner of the house was a woman in her thirties, who was nearly middle-aged, and her face was beginning to climb with thin crow's feet.

The woman sells clothes for a living, and the room is piled up like a mountain of clothes wrapped in transparent dust bags. She lived alone in this big house, and her thin body made the room appear even more empty.

Lonely, thin, silent, lifeless, this is the first impression that a woman gives to Galen. And on the first night, Galen and the woman slept with each other across the wall.

At about four o'clock the next day, the woman walked away with a pile of clothes, she was a clothing seller, and she had to travel more than ten miles to sell things at the market stalls.

Galen opened the curtains with his hand, and under the attic, the woman had already driven the car and was far away in the light rain.

'It's another rainy day,' thought Galen, so he decided to stay another night.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the woman came back with her clothes.

Galen sat in the side room and heard the sound of a woman closing the door with her heels, then undressing, and then the sound of a woman unscrewing the water heater and running water washing over her skin.

After about fifteen minutes, Galen saw the woman come out of the bathroom, undressed, sitting naked on the couch, her thin body like a puppet.

The woman didn't turn on the light, but just sat still, and in the darkness, Galen looked sideways, and then heard the woman's small cry in a suppressed voice.

Along the way, Galen heard many cries, cries in times of despair, cries in times of pain, cries in times of joy, cries when he begged for mercy, cries when he was helpless, cries when he was dying, all of them different and distinctive. But not once, as gripping as the woman in front of her.

So, Galen thought, the woman must have been very sad.

……

That night, the woman slept very lightly. Galen listened to those thin cries, remembered the familiar sound of frogs and rain hitting the water surface of lotus leaves by the pond under the willow trees in his hometown when he was a child, and gradually fell asleep.

On the third day, it was still raining lightly, so Galen still didn't leave.

On this day, the woman, as usual, went out at four o'clock. The traveler leaned sideways and heard her click on the lock with a key.

Galen got out of bed, washed, ate, and moved around the room for a while.

The woman didn't have many things, and Galen didn't deliberately rummage through them, so he knew everything about them. He took a few steps along the edge of the wooden table, picked up a black-edged journal, and read it with his head down:

The woman's name is Chen Jing, and she is from a distant mountain. As for how far away that home was, she didn't know, or maybe she knew it when she was a child, but now it was completely obscure.

She was a man from the mountains, and her father was an alcoholic, or rather an alcoholic. He didn't have a job, and his income was all the produce from his mother's sales field and some female celebrities in his spare time.

But wine in the mountains is a luxury, and the woman's family of three lives are tight, but they can't satisfy the wine worm in the stomach of the delicious and lazy father, and the man who is not very good-tempered often gets angry.

Doesn't want to make progress, doesn't want to be an alcoholic, the weak mother has never complained about anything, that's her man, the temper is worse, after all, it's still her man.

But in addition to this, my father's wine was also very poor. He always beat his mother and Xiao Chen Jing when he was drunk, and when he woke up, he was silent, and then he continued to drink heavily. And under the candlelight, the mother cleaned up the wounds, leaned against the corner, and the stubborn back of the needle became the unspeakable sadness in those dark nights.

This kind of day lasted until Xiao Chen Jing was ten years old, and then the man was drunk in the middle of the night in a cold and snowy winter, and died of cold.

I don't know if it's because of too young and lack of cognition, or because of natural cold-bloodedness or resentment in my father's heart, Chen Jing is not sad about her father's death, but her mother was sad for a long time, so much so that she cried and hurt her eyes.

Later, the two were separated and reversed for some years, and then the woman who cried and hurt her eyes also died. At that time, Chen Jing was already sixteen years old and quite delicate, so a man close to thirty coveted her beauty, gave her some money, buried her mother, and then followed the man as a matter of course.

However, no one can say the truth cycle in the world, and the man who married her is almost another copy of her father. It's just that this man is richer than his father, so he is more unscrupulous.

There is no misconduct that corrupts a man's virtue more than drunkenness and gambling, so that the man is of very bad character, and he is beaten to death before he is forty years old. And that year, Chen Jing gave birth to a baby girl......

A bad man will leave a bad legacy, and that man is not exempt from vulgarity.

Gambling debts, arrears, bad inheritance disputes, and thankfully, the woman was assigned a house.

The woman stood in front of the man's tombstone, recalling those days that were not happy in any way, and gradually realized the heartbreaking feelings of her mother when her father died.

But for a woman, life is still colorful, and she looks at the sleeping baby lying in her arms, and her eyes are overflowing with yearning for happiness.

In order to pay off the debts owed by men, Chen Jing worked hard, worked as a waiter, salesman, cleaner, and now, a clothing seller.

The man owes a lot of debts, and Chen Jing has a hard time repaying it, but for the sake of the child, everything is still worth it......

Galen rubbed his eyes, looked out the window at the sky that was gradually showing rhyme, and was a little distracted.

Lowly people will always have a lowly life, their life is a straight line downward, and there will never be hope.

As Galen thought, later, Chen Jing's daughter fell ill, and due to lack of money, the child was sent to the hospital, but he was neglected all the time and could not be treated in time.

Finally, the disease progressed and deteriorated, and it became something like a tumor, and the woman was helpless to borrow money from others, but she ran into walls everywhere. She wanted to sell her body to make some money, but when she was middle-aged, Zhu Yan was no longer there, and she couldn't make too much.

It was during this time that Galen traveled to the city and lived in the woman's room.

Sometimes, people don't have to use words to interact with each other, such as Galen, who may not know the woman, or maybe he doesn't know much about her daughter, but the helpless and suppressed cry of the woman that night finally makes the man unable to let go.

As the Hidden King among the killers, even if Galen did not deliberately accumulate it, he still has a lot of money after all.

He looked out the window at the drizzling rain and was stunned for a moment, thinking that once upon a time, there was a gentle man who liked to hold himself and hide under the eaves in such weather, that was a long time ago, but it was still clear and quiet as it is now.

Galen took an umbrella from the side room, put on his shoes, and closed the door softly. He rounded three streets and withdrew some money from the bank around the corner.

Because he was the Hidden King, Galen's card was the type with relatively high authority in that bank, and he was invited into the small living room by a fat supervisor, drank hot tea for a while, and then withdrew the money.

The rain was dripping down the black umbrella, splashing into a patch, and Galen was carrying a backpack full of banknotes on one arm through the rain alley. He went back to the woman's room, poured the money on the old table in the living room, wiped off the water on his body, sat on the couch in a daze for a while, and finally packed up his things and prepared to leave the city.

Rainy cities are always soaked in rainy episodes, and the man turned around and closed the door, walked up two floors of stairs, and saw the soaking wet woman coming up from the staircase below.

He glanced at the woman, who turned his head to look at him and passed by.