In a trance, there was a thin white hand in front of him, with slender five fingers and delicate white skin, he looked at this hand and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Do you need me to help you up?"

Her voice was heavenly, he thought.

He hurriedly shook his head, glanced at the hand in front of him reluctantly, supported the ground with one hand, and got up slowly.

She withdrew her hand a little embarrassed, her little face under heavy makeup was slightly embarrassed, "You...... How's it going? ”

He opened his mouth, as if remembering something, and stretched out his thin, dirty hand and waved.

She was slightly surprised, "You can't speak?" ”

The shaking hand stopped, and she saw his dim eyes, and she couldn't help but feel annoyed at her momentary pleasure, and she reached out to grab his wrist, and was about to speak, but he suddenly pulled back.

"You ......"

She stood there with her hands stirred, looking at his back as he left in a hurry with pity.

The car door behind him opened, and a man in a Mao suit walked out, with a little smile on his elegant and thin face, but the impatience in his eyes was well hidden in the bulging eyes.

The man stepped forward to hug her and whispered a few words in her ear, only to see her cover her mouth and smile, and then follow the man into the car.

As the car started, he poked his head out from behind the wall and watched the car disappear from sight.

He stretched out his trembling hands, feeling so dirty for the first time.

He had been living on the streets for several days. Every day, I live a life of eating and sleeping in the open and not having enough to eat, and enjoy the freedom to switch to the end, but I feel that my life has entered another from one purgatory, except for the euphoria at the beginning, and now there is only confusion and despair.

He was only fifteen years old, but he could not see the future.

He looked numbly at the crowd on the street, like a bird without legs.

At the Lihuang Bar, every day at one o'clock in the afternoon, he would appear on time in the alley next to the bar. After his observation these days, the Lihuang Bar is open at two o'clock in the afternoon every day and lasts until six o'clock in the morning, and she will appear at the door of the Lihuang Bar on time at half past one in the afternoon every day.

He just wanted to come and see her.

On this day, he went to the park as usual to wash his face and hands, straightened the clothes he had been wearing for more than two months, scratched his greasy hair a few times, and thought that he should wash his hair again in two days.

His emaciated face was reflected in the water, he ripped open his collar, his chest was covered with criss-crossed scars, and there was a strangely shaped tattoo on his chest, which had been tattooed on the day he met her, and he had stolen the purse of a fat old woman, who was cursing at her son, and he thought she resembled the woman surnamed Ye.

The tattoo was originally an ugly birthmark, and he felt that it was a brand of his first fifteen years of life, a witness to his ugly life.

But now it's gone, covered under the tattoo.

Thinking of this, he showed a satisfied expression.

He walked through the park, walked a few streets, squatted in the alley, the cold wind of late autumn made him shiver, he rubbed his arms, stretched out his head, and happened to see her stepping on high heels and getting out of the car, and she was wearing a long fiery red skirt, but today she was wearing a thick coat, and he thought that winter was coming.

Suddenly, she turned her head, and his focused gaze happened to be caught by her, and he was shocked and immediately turned away.

He squatted in the alley shivering, praying in his heart not to be discovered by her, but there was a crisp sound of footsteps in his ears.

He immediately got up and was about to run forward, when he heard a surprised voice behind him as soon as he took a step-"It's you." ”

He froze, his eyes flashing with mixed emotions, and the footsteps behind him drew closer, and she walked up to him—"Are you here for me?" ”

He hung his head, not daring to look at her directly, happy and afraid in his heart, what if she thought of him as a pervert or a strange person? He clenched his hands, his body trembling slightly--"Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person, how old are you, why are you here alone, are you cold, hungry or not, I'll take you to eat something......"

He was tempted to tell her that he just wanted to leave.

But she seemed to be very happy, and kept asking him questions.

At last, she fell silent, as if remembering something—"I'm sorry, I forgot about you......"

He looked up just in time to see her apologetic look.

She said, "I also have a brother who is about your age, but he got lost when he was five years old......

Later she took him home and found him a lot of clothes, which she said belonged to her brother, but he hadn't had a chance to put it on yet, but she would find him as soon as possible.

He pushed and refused, and her clean little face immediately collapsed after removing her makeup.

There was no way, he obediently took a shower, walked out in brand new clothes, and pulled his clothes a little unnaturally, feeling that he had entered a world that did not belong to him.

But she was very happy, and the joy in her eyes was undisguised, "You look so cute!" ”

He grinned a little awkwardly, but said in his heart that he didn't want to look cute.

She walked over and touched his head, "This is a handsome little guy, how can your family be willing to give up on you......"

In fact, he wanted to tell her that he had escaped.

She said let him stay, he was about to refuse, when he saw her happily planning a beautiful blueprint for his future, she said that he could live here, she could send him to school, she said that she had no relatives now, and the two of them were dependent on each other.

In this strange city, in a strange winter, he lived in this strange and warm little room, and since then he has a strange sister.

He was fifteen years old, and she was twenty-five.

She wanted to send him to school, but he shook his head and refused because he no longer belonged to that place.

Every day she gets up at eleven o'clock, eats the lunch he makes, puts on makeup and goes to work, and in the early hours of the morning, he makes supper and waits for her to come back.

There wasn't much communication between them, and it was always her talking, and he nodded, until the next year the wicker pulled out the sprouts.

She was at home on vacation that day, and when he came back from shopping for groceries, he opened the door and saw empty wine bottles lying crookedly on the floor.

With a pang in his heart, he hurriedly put down the things in his hand, searched a few rooms and didn't see her, and he immediately rushed forward.

Finally, she was found drunk on the top floor.

She sat on the rooftop and dangled her legs, looking at him sweating profusely and grinning, "You're here?" ”

He took her weak, boneless hand, "Come down." ”

She laughed and shook her head, "...... You only talk when you're angry, I don't like you like that! ”

"I'll just say it to you."

As if she hadn't heard, she squinted, "I'm happy today...... Ha ha...... He's dead, finally dead......"

He looked at her without saying a word, laughing and crying. (To be continued.) )