"Bang bang bang!"

The bean-sized raindrops hit the bus shelter at the bus stop, making a crisp sound.

Wen Yiqian under the pavilion looked at the rain with blank eyes, and kept thinking of ways in his mind.

The male protagonist in the book is a high-IQ pervert with no bottom line, once he is short of money, he just needs to go to someone else or go to the store bank to "get a little".

But Wen Yiqian In reality, when he sees someone else's wallet dropped, he will definitely pick it up and return it as soon as possible, a proper three-good citizen.

He really can't do it if he goes to someone else to get money.

Glancing around, due to the rain, the people waiting for the train walked and scattered, except for him, there was an old man holding a little girl on the platform.

The little girl is still carrying a schoolbag and two ponytails, white and tender, small and cute.

The old man's expression was blank, his face was old and haggard, as if he had just received some kind of huge blow, and there was no anger in his eyes.

"Grandma, why did the police uncle lock up my mother? Is mom a bad person? The little girl looked up at the old man beside her, "Also, where has Dad gone?" ”

The old man's eyes were red, and he touched the girl's head, but did not speak.

Wen Yiqian, who was not far away, couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

These two people can't be Xu Xuanmei's mother and daughter, right?

Most of them, like Wen Yiqian, have just come out of the police station and come to this bus stop to wait for the bus.

In the book, it is indeed mentioned that Xu Xuanmei has a daughter, and after she killed her husband, she called her mother to take care of her daughter, who was still in kindergarten.

These two people are just tricks in the book that they don't even deserve their names.

Now, it is so real in front of Wen Yiqian.

He looked at this old man in his last years, and couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion in his heart.

"My own daughter killed my son-in-law with her own hands, and when this kind of thing happens, anyone will collapse, right?"

"There's still time to sympathize with others, so it's better to sympathize with yourself first, right?"

Wen Yiqian shook his head self-deprecatingly.

He was no better now, tired and hungry, with his right hand bandaged, not a penny on him, and he didn't even know where to get the fare home.

Since the protagonist is set to be an orphan, he has no relatives in this world, and he doesn't know how to live tomorrow.

Thinking of this, Wen Yiqian couldn't help but have a sour nose and red eyes.

On the first day of his crossing, not only did he almost die, but he was also depressed to the current situation.

And the days ahead are likely to be even worse.

The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he became, and he couldn't hold back his tears when he looked up at the sky, and couldn't help crying.

"Grandma, this big brother is crying!" When the little girl saw this scene, she tugged on the old man's sleeve, "It's so big and crying, shame on your face!" ”

"You have to take care of it!" Wen Yiqian was completely rotten, howling and crying.

"Slightly." The little girl grimaced at him.

"Xiangxiang, don't make trouble."

The miserable appearance of this handful of snot and tears, even the old man couldn't stand it anymore, and couldn't help asking, "Young man, what's wrong with you?" Did you encounter any difficulties? Tell me, maybe I can help you? ”

Hearing this concerned tone, Wen Yiqian cried even more miserably, and directly squatted on the ground and cried.

When people cry aggrievedly, they can't stand the care of others the most, just like their emotions have found an outlet, and they will only cry more miserably.

"You are young, there is nothing that you can't pass, where is like me, an old bone, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive this time......" The old man said that his heart hurt, and his nose was sour, as if he was infected, and the old tears were rampant.

So, under the bus shelter at night, there was such a strange scene.

An old man and a young man wept one after another, as if they were crying worse than anyone else.

Only the little girl next to her was left alone in the wind.

Who am I? Where am I? What's going on now?

……

In the fast food restaurant, Wen Yiqian gnawed the last chicken leg cleanly, wiped his mouth with paper, and burped.

"Have you eaten enough? Lad? Would you like to order some more? The old man sitting opposite him asked with a gentle expression.

"No, thank you for inviting me to eat." Wen Yiqian shook his head and said sincerely.

Xiangxiang, the little girl sitting next to the old man, quietly made a gesture of scraping her eyes and crying her nose at him at this time.

Wen Yiqian couldn't help but think of the miserable appearance he had just cried, and his face was slightly hot.

As a protagonist, it is also a skill to be embarrassed to such a point.

"It's okay, I have to thank you." The old man smiled and said, "If I hadn't cried with you and vented a little, I'm afraid my old bones wouldn't be able to hold on." ”

She glanced outside, "It's getting late, the rain has stopped, it's time for us to go home." ”

A few people walked out of the fast food restaurant, and Wen Yiqian was slightly relieved to see that the rain had completely stopped.

It seems that even in his book, there is not always a murderer on every rainy day.

"Young man, I don't know what setbacks you've encountered, but you're still so young, be optimistic." The old man patted Wen Yiqian's shoulder, took out another hundred yuan and stuffed it into his hand, "I know you don't have any money on you, you take this money and go home in the car." ”

Wen Yiqian's heart warmed, and he wanted to thank him, but he didn't know how to speak, so he could only say with a serious face: "Even if I borrow this money, you leave a phone number, and I will pay it back to you another day."

"No need." The old man smiled and waved his hand, stopped a taxi, and grabbed Xiangxiang, who opened the door and was about to drill into the car, "Xiangxiang, I haven't said goodbye to my brother yet." ”

"Got it." Xiangxiang looked helpless, "Goodbye, big brother who loves to cry." ”

After speaking, she stuck out her tongue at Wen Yiqian and quickly slipped into the back seat of the taxi.

"It's rude." The old man shook his head, said goodbye to Wen Yiqian, and got into the taxi.

The vehicle was moving, and Wen Yiqian turned around.

Suddenly, his body froze in place, and he turned his head to look at the taxi that was moving away.

"That was ......," he said, his face full of shock and disbelief.

Fang Cai Wen Yiqian just habitually glanced at the taxi driver.

A red mask, a neck tattoo, and a cartoon smiley face on the right hand holding the steering wheel.

These characteristics inexplicably made him feel a little familiar, and he remembered them all at once.

If these characteristics were written in words, he would instantly remember what it meant.

What you can see is a real person, and you need to turn a corner in your head.

Now that I'm relieved, these traits gradually coincide with one of the characters in the book.

That's a murderer!

A total perverted murderer!

Looking at the taxi that was gradually moving away, Wen Yiqian's expression was sluggish, and his whole body was chilling.

"Wow~"

It started to rain again.