Wang Mingyi died, died in Qin Lang's arms, and like rouge, he watched him die.

Qin Lang howled and cried bitterly, why is God so cruel to take away such a good person.

Qin Lang's cry echoed in the empty valley, the spring water whimpered, and the mountains and rivers moved.

When the sun came out through the thick clouds from the eastern horizon, the tears on Qin Lang's face had already dried up.

He remembered the first time he met Wang Mingyi.

At that time, Qin Lang was a freshman.

The embarrassment of life made Qin Lang find a way to try to change through his own efforts.

He went out and looked for various jobs. The tutor met a black-hearted employer, and when he was almost half a month old, he said that he was talking bullshit, and the English that the child could have passed is now failing.

Qin Lang walked back to school from that animal's house that night, a distance of ten kilometers.

When he returned to school, it was almost dawn, Qin Lang grabbed the five yuan in his hand and cried loudly to keep a big tree next to Qingshui Creek.

He didn't understand why this was the case between people, why Darwin would make the natural law of survival of the fittest public, making the already cold and sophisticated world even worse.

Life has to go on, and Qin Lang started his journey with those who learned to scavenge for the first time.

Although he was like a thief, he was even scolded by an old man pointing at him with a cane, saying that Qin Lang had robbed him of his territory, but looking at the ten yuan in his hand, Qin Lang felt more down-to-earth than ever.

He realized that men really can't be poor.

The owner of the scrapyard was a man of fifty-six or seventeen.

is 1.8 meters tall, and his voice is like a Hong Zhong when he speaks, which makes people's ears and eyes itch vigorously.

Just as Qin Lang was about to leave, the man stopped him and said, "That kid, come with me." ”

Qin Lang didn't know what he was telling him to do, so he followed him through the mountain of garbage heaps and came to a house made of glass bottles.

The house had a back door, and through the back door, Qin Lang was stunned.

He didn't expect that there would be such an elegant environment in this garbage collection place.

The backyard is not too big, but it is not small, almost half an acre of land.

Surrounded by tall poplar trees, a path paved with blue bricks divides the square land into two parts, left and right.

On the left is a vegetable garden with eggplants, beans, tomatoes, bok choy, radishes, and even red strawberries.

On the right side are rows of flowers, although I can't name them, but the crowd is full of flowers, and my mood suddenly becomes better.

The man pointed to a maza placed next to the flower pond and said, "Sit down." ”

Qin Lang was inexplicable, and his heart was pounding with some uneasiness, and he said in his heart. This old guy isn't going to have any more trouble.

The man poured him a cup of tea, it was chrysanthemum tea, and the fragrance was faint.

"I am short of manpower here, can you come and help me, two hours a day, five hundred yuan a month." The man said.

Qin Lang grew his mouth, five hundred yuan, enough for his own living expenses, this is simply a pie in the sky, how could it fall on his head.

The man thought he was too little paid and said, "Six hundred is fine." ”

Qin Lang hurriedly shook his head and said, "I'm not...... I mean, why me. ”

The man smiled and said, "I can see that you are a scholar. ”

Qin Lang felt that his eyes were spicy, and his throat was a little choked.

Qin Lang really seemed to keep that person, kissed his bearded face full of stubble, and said thank you. But Qin Lang didn't move.

The man took out five hundred yuan, handed it to Qin Lang, and said, "You take this month's salary first." ”

Qin Lang's hand trembling a little when he took the money, and said, "Thank you." ”

The man took a sip of tea and asked, "What's your name?" ”

"My name is Qin Lang. What do you call it. Qin Lang asked by the way.

After the man heard his name, his body trembled very obviously, the teacup in his hand almost fell to the ground, and his eyes looked at Qin Lang deadly.

Qin Lang didn't know what he said wrong, his eyes flickered, and he didn't know what to do.

After a long time, the man came to his senses, put down the teacup, and said, "My name is Wang Mingyi, just call me Lao Wang in the future." ”

Qin Lang looked at the watch in his hand that was barely able to walk, and said, "Uncle Wang, it's not too early, I'm going back, otherwise the old man who guards the school won't let me in." ”

When Qin Lang walked to the door, Wang Mingyi suddenly stopped Qin Lang again and said, "Wait." ”

Qin Lang turned around and asked, "Is there something wrong?" ”

Wang Mingyi took out another five hundred yuan from his pocket, stuffed it into Qin Lang's pocket, and said, "Take it." ”

Qin Lang: "Haven't you already given me money, this is ......"

Wang Mingyi said: "There should be so much salary in the market, you take it, I just wanted to take advantage, but it is not easy to think that you are a student of the school, so I will give it to you according to the market price." ”

Qin Lang was skeptical and said, "Then thank you." ”

Qin Lang took a thousand yuan and walked on the street, he felt for the first time that the night in this city was so beautiful, and life might not be as bad as he imagined.

The past is vivid, and Qin Lang's heart is like a knife.

The master doesn't let himself take revenge, it seems that there must be some heavyweight behind the third master, is it better than Jiang Shaohua and them.

Qin Lang put Wang Mingyi on the ground and used the spring water next to him to scrub his body, as well as the dirt on his face.

When Qin Lang touched Wang Mingyi's outstretched fingers, his heart was not only cold, just now the master grabbed his dragon-shaped gold medal as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't do it if he didn't say it. Is there some kind of secret in this?

Qin Lang didn't speak for a long time, and he couldn't figure it out.

After experiencing the life and death of two beloved people in a few days, Qin Lang seemed to see things away for a while.

Life will come to an end after all, not only the master, rouge, everyone can't escape, maybe as people say, this is the fate of this life, but where is the next life, can you still know in the next life.

Qin Lang took off his shirt, washed it in the spring water, and then covered Wang Mingyi's face.

There were stones everywhere, and you couldn't dig a place to stay with your fingers.

Qin Lang looked at the small cave behind him, and said in his heart, don't let the master sleep here.

It was cold in the cave, like winter, and after Qin Lang buried his master with a stone, his face was already blue from freezing, and his body kept shivering.

On the third pole of the sun, Qin Lang sat under the sun, squinting his eyes and smoking silently. The gaze was as confused as the thin light mist in the woods.