He has been following behind them, he was outside the tent when they besieged Lin Yang, and even through the fist-sized hole on the left and right of the tent, he could clearly see the situation inside, and in the face of the weak Lin Yang being bullied by them, he also thought about jumping out, but he didn't, just watched with an expressionless face as Lin Yang was wrapped in a quilt by them, punched and kicked and then carried and thrown into the garbage heap at the foot of the rockery.

It's no different from watching other beggars get beaten, just a little guilt. Maybe he should have walked away without caring about himself, the person who should have been beaten was him, not Lin Yang, and his conscience made him a bystander who was difficult to choose.

Secretly following them, this is the only thing he can do now, he hunched over and hid behind a hole next to him, behind a hive-like rockery, carrying a white plastic bag in his hand, there are a few buns in it that I don't know where to get them, maybe they were left over by others and thrown into the trash! Getting food like this is his best skill, isn't it!

He took out a broken bun from the bag and took a bite, just biting off all the patterns on the top of the bun, revealing the dark red meat filling inside. Habitually sniffed, the taste of the meat filling was probably bearable to him, but it was definitely not very fresh, he wrinkled his eyebrows strongly a few times, and he didn't even make a chewing movement, stretched his neck and swallowed it directly. He may have been accustomed to this kind of life, and his body has already produced antibodies against mold. It's like a wild dog that eats poop and never has a tummy.

Although he saw that those people had already gone away and got into the tent one by one, he didn't dare to go over immediately to rescue Lin Yang.

Still hiding, relishing, no! It was a last resort, and after a while, someone threw a few bags of garbage into the garbage heap, and in just a few minutes, several people did it one after another. There are sloppy women who talk and laugh, and there are middle-aged men who support each other.

This was originally a garbage pit, although the sign not far away was written in bold red letters, "Garbage is prohibited here, violators will be fined" is now just a card, and it has no binding force. Turning a blind eye, seeing and not hearing, there is no fuss about them doing so. It's just that there is such an incongruous garbage pit in a beautiful park, which is really scorching. Thankfully, among the people who threw out the garbage, there were no well-dressed and sanctimonious Sven guys.

They are all migrant workers whose identities can be seen at a glance, in short, they can be seen at a glance that they are little demons who crawled out of those old streets and hellish dilapidated houses, with yellow faces and thin muscles, or dark skin. But their garbage is very different from their profession, it is all needles and infusion tubes and stuff. Trance is the norm he's seen every day, and there's nothing fuss about.

But he was hiding on the side, which made those who secretly saw him feel weird, and they all fled in a hurry.

A large bed of broken quilts, rolled up in a ball, though the contents occasionally squirmed, like a huge body that had just broken away from its mother, and the placenta of the cub was still hidden inside. But no one noticed the difference. Probably just think of it as a bed of old cotton wool bitten by insects and rats.

He turned his head to look, Lin Yang in the quilt didn't seem to move anymore, he turned around and hid it again, reached into the plastic bag he was carrying, took out the last bun inside, hesitated, but he still put it to his mouth, opened his mouth, and hesitantly stopped biting, I really don't know why a bun should be made with such a delicate pattern. Why did such a good-looking bun fall into the trash can.

turned his head and looked at Lin Yang who was wrapped in the quilt, he was about to be covered by the garbage that came later.

Reluctantly, he put the bun back into the plastic bag, rolled it up and put it in the pocket of his jacket. Hunched over with his head bowed, he didn't know what he was thinking, this small rockery seemed to be about to hide him, and his arched back seemed to have crossed the stone.

If you don't pay attention, you think he's a stone turtle that has been lurking for a long time, so bear with it! 10,000 years is not a long time.

He finally dared to approach the garbage heap, looking at his uncareful and sneaky appearance, he really looked like a thief who came to the cemetery in the middle of the night to steal tribute wine!

……

When Lin Yang opened his eyes, the sun was above his head, as if his head had been stuffed into the red stove, and it was roasted like a roasted sweet potato. Every drop of water in his body had evaporated, his dry skin wrapped around his crisp flesh, and the grease dripped down the tip of his nose onto the fiery red coals, rising flames to burn his skin and become an accomplice to the charcoal fire.

In the blink of an eye, you can feel the eyelids full of cracks like broken tempered glass.

Moving his mouth is like someone holding a knife on his lips, slowly carving deep relief patterns, and the scalp is itchy, as if there is an ant lying on every hair root. It's so itchy that I really want to hit my head to death, or just plunge into the charcoal fire and turn into ashes with the coke.

The wound on the stomach seemed to be cupping a cup, and it was like boiling on boiling water, it was hot and hot, and all the internal organs were boiled.

"Ahh - Water! ”

I don't know where the sound comes from, as if every cell in the body is screaming! He originally wanted to endure it, and when he saw the situation in front of him and shouted out, who knows, this has become instinct, and it is completely out of his control.

There was a weak voice, trembling from his chapped lips, like a dying cicada, using all its remaining strength to finally flutter its wings a few times, making a faint sound.

Hou San took out the plastic bag containing the bag from the pocket of his clothes, and Lin Yang could hear him flipping the plastic bag. It was like the sound of chains coming from hell. When I looked back, I saw a vague figure, like a ghost rushing out of hell to ask for my life. It was like a big hand, reaching out to the roasted sweet potatoes on the fire.

Lin Yang blinked vigorously, Hou San's appearance gradually became clear, and he lowered his head. Half of his face was red and covered with black sweat. It's very different from what I've seen him before. The lean face seemed to be covered with a skeleton, and it was even less humanoid than the white miserable skeleton. In addition to the cervical spine and esophagus, there are two blue-green protruding arteries that are about to separate from the neck. It's hard to imagine how they fit together. It looked like a half-finished robot, and there was no sign of life on his face.

"Here, you eat this bun first! I'm going to look for water".

The thin lips were like a hole in the ball, and the black teeth and lips were detached, like the inferior regenerated liner of the ball, layered, and stained with white crumbs, probably from the bun that had just been eaten.

His appearance made Lin Yang even more frightened, there was no doubt that he had already reached hell.

Lin Yang opened his mouth, he wanted to shout, but when he saw Hou San who was sending buns to his mouth, he didn't do that. The numb hand could still feel the broken quilt under him. Probably wet from his sweat!

Even if he really thought he was going to die just now, he didn't want to admit that these smelly liquids were his urine, and even if his weak body was out of control in the fear just now, he couldn't accept these facts that made him feel ashamed.

He couldn't see what the delicate bun that was brought to his mouth looked like, and he couldn't smell whether it tasted like him, and hunger had completely broken his sense of smell.

Endure the severe pain and open his mouth and take a bite slowly, he felt that he needed water to lubricate him even more, and the bun seemed to become a water-absorbing sponge when it entered his mouth, sucking the only water molecules in his mouth dry. Dryly pressed against the roof of his mouth. The roof of his jaw was itching, and he wanted to sneeze happily, but with a slight force, the pain began to ache from the wound on his stomach, spreading like a spider's web to other places, and his whole body, like a pile of soft mud, did not provide him with the motivation to do so.

Hou San's hand was still holding the bun next to his mouth, and it could be seen from his eyes that he didn't really want Lin Yang to eat all the buns.

Lin Yang turned his head sideways, and his arms began to slowly regain some consciousness, followed by his legs and body. It was as if he had jumped out of the deep quagmire, and although he was sore all over, he could finally feel that all the organs were still on his body.

At this time, he seemed to be a patchwork QQ that turned many hands. None of the parts are original and original.

After wheezing for a while, he finally put the contents in his mouth into the esophagus, and the crumbs of the bun flew up in his mouth like catkins, and flew into his trachea by mistake, and a strong cough caused Lin Yang's dry eyes to crack, how dry eyes wished for the lubrication of tears, but there was only blood oozing from the corners of his eyes.

Tears trickled down his dry cheeks and reached the corners of his mouth, and he wanted to suck them in his mouth, he needed water or any liquid to moisten his throat.

But the pitiful tears evaporated on his face in an instant, leaving only a trace of blood red. Pity him, even this hope of comforting the withered soul was dashed.

He gave up the struggle, lay quietly, and when his dry eyes were closed, the whole world was silent, and something buzzed in his ears, like the wind, like a thunderstorm, like the wail of a disaster.

Hou San seemed to have found an excellent way, he didn't go too far, and found water, a liquid like water. With the bag of steamed buns, there were so many large cups, he made a small hole in the plastic bag, and used his hand to pick Lin Yang's lips and tick them into his mouth.

The bun that Lin Yang had bitten down on, when Lin Yang was unconscious, he still greedily ate it.

Maybe it was because he ate those buns that he had the strength to carry Lin Yang to the northwest corner of the park, in the most hidden pavilion, which seemed to be very hidden, so that many people who didn't have time to go to the public toilet took it for granted.

The floor is devastated and smells pungent, and the long stone bench must be the cleanest place here! Putting Lin Yang on it with great difficulty, he could only do this, he didn't dare to go anywhere except here.

The prosperity of the city, but there is not a trace of glory that can be given to him, even if he is begging, he has to survive in the cracks of the edge.