It was the darkest time before dawn, and Yan Xian walked a few steps down the street, but his steps staggered. Empty taxis passed by her, and the drivers poked their heads out: "Miss, do you want to take a taxi?" ”

She walked for a long time in a daze before finally getting into a taxi. Sitting in the back seat, she leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes tightly.

The phone finally rang, and it was Xu Xiaoya's crackling voice, "Fine, what happened?" Why did you leave all of a sudden? I'm going to be killed by you this time! ”

"I'm sorry, Xiaoya......"

"Don't say it, the foreman scolded me to death."

Yan Xixian was so tired that she didn't want to say a word, and hung up the phone silently for a while.

Along the way, the taxi drivers are chattering, one moment saying that they are tired of driving overtime and have prostatitis, and another time saying that the taxi company is black-hearted, charging very high fees, and they have to pay four or five hundred yuan to the company every day when they open their eyes......

Yan Xian suddenly asked, "Master, if you are wronged, but no one helps you to speak out, what will you do?" Will it be effective to go to petition? ”

"What, miss, your house was demolished?"

Yan was noncommittal.

The driver laughed: "Miss, don't be naïve, go to Beijing to petition?" Are you crazy? Haven't you seen what the Internet says every day about 'An Yuanding' security company? Those who specifically intercept and detain petitioners from all over the country will either put you in a black jail or a psychiatric hospital. Come on, there is a ghost for petitioning, and I think that the common people should be happy and happy, and swallow their anger. Endure small grievances, there are really big grievances, revenge can only rely on yourself, and the idea of killing the person concerned is ......"

Yan Xi was shocked carefully: We can only live as humble and reluctant as dogs?

She opened her lips slightly, but did not make any sound.

It was a very remote corner, surrounded by old houses waiting to be demolished, and the nail households used all their folk wisdom to resist in order to obtain a higher compensation, so that these old houses were temporarily preserved.

In order to prevent the house from being stolen and demolished, Lao Zhangtou and his wife "guarded the house full-time" for three years, 24 hours a day, and each of them was responsible for 12 hours.

After the third floor, there is a row of more old attics, which is the home of Yan Xixi's mother and daughter. At the beginning, the demolition department assessed that the small broken attic only compensated tens of thousands of yuan, and even the mother's medical expenses were not enough.

During the day, she's a white rich beauty dressed in a fake brand name brand - but at night, no one knows that she lives in such a shabby place.

In the distance, the lights were still on in the attic, Yan Xian stopped carefully, looked at the figure reflected in the window, and felt a slight warmth in his heart. That's the mother, she's still waiting for herself, maybe there's a bowl of hot mash dumplings in the rice cooker.

She rubbed her cold hands, and trotted faster, when she suddenly noticed a strange sound, which she thought was windy, but soon she noticed that something was wrong, it was the sound of a rapid march, like the beginning of a dark battle.

She stopped in astonishment and hid behind a huge yellow cypress tree, not daring to move.

In front of it was the main house of the neighbor's Lao Zhang's family, in the middle of the night, the dim lights suddenly turned on, and at this moment, Yan carefully saw a scene that could only be witnessed in film and television dramas: I saw a team of black-clothed people almost falling from the sky, they hung under pressure, carried thick backpacks, and airdropped into the courtyard with the gate closed.