On the back side of 15th Avenue, there is an inconspicuous alley.

In Gotham City, there are alleys like this everywhere that you might see every day when you pass by, but if you don't live here, then you won't walk into them for the rest of your life.

Stinky gutters, garbage cans, dead rat corpses, these things have almost become the standard equipment of such alleys, although many people live in places that are not much better than here, but it is like, others pull it is always more stinky than their own. This alley is also a little dirtier than the others.

And I live in this alley.

At 5:30 p.m., I arrived at the entrance of the alley on time, and the smell of garbage cans told me that today, those who drove garbage trucks had forgotten about this place, but I didn't care, because even if there was no garbage smell, the smell would be replaced by something else.

The narrow alleys, the puddles that don't dry up for a week, the oppressive feeling that almost flattens people when you look up, and the only trace of the sky left, you may not believe it, just a street away, is the largest and most gorgeous opera house in Gotham, but those charming lights never shine here, only the annoying sound of musical instruments can come in.

Pushing open the door to the apartment, it smelled musty, and it took my nose about a second to get used to the smell.

Then I stepped on the woollen carpet, and rushed up to the third floor as fast as I could, with the least noise possible, for if Mrs. Fili had seen it, she would have asked me for rent again. I'm bored.

Unfortunately, when I walked to the second floor, I happened to bump into her head-on.

Okay, okay, rent, damn rent, she's going to hold on to me and nag me for another 20 minutes.

To my surprise, however, Mrs. Fili did not seem to have the heart to say anything to me, she only glanced at me faintly, and at the moment of eye contact, I saw a trace of decline and sadness, which made her already old look even more imminent.

What's wrong with her......?

I didn't know, and of course, it wasn't something I should be worried about, so I picked up my pace and walked up the stairs.

......

3rd Floor ...... My home.

Jenny and I have lived here for more than half a year, the area is not large, but there are all there should be, kettle, table and chairs, bed, mirror, and even a window, although through it you can only see the red wall opposite, but ...... At least it's a window, much better than the last time I rented it.

This new room was a gift from me to her on our wedding anniversary, and she couldn't be happier that day...... We bought a good steak and a bottle of red wine on a special.

It was the happiest night I can remember in the past six months.

And that night...... We have given birth to a new life.

......

"Hi dear." As usual, Jenny sat by the window, knitting her sweater, and smiled and said hello to me.

"Hey." I responded, my eyes fixed on her bulging belly.

That's our son...... Or my daughter, I don't have time to take her for a check-up, but, whatever it is, it must be the most beautiful angel in the world.

I walked over and lay on her belly, listening to the faint sound of my heart.

"Did she/he kick you again today?" I asked.

"yes, it's getting more and more often, and this kid must be a mischievous ghost."

A sense of happiness came out of my heart, temporarily covering my sorrow, and at the same time, I thought of the lipstick in my pocket...... I'd love to take her out and put her in Jenny's hands right now...... I want to see her smile so much.

But......

"I have to tell you something." Jenny said suddenly.

"What's the matter?" I didn't like her tone because it made me nervous for some reason.

"I gave this month's rent to Mrs. Fili in advance."

"What?" I was stunned for a moment: "Why, there are still more than ten days to go." ”

"Her son was in a car accident and she needed money." Jenny said.

"But we also need ...... We...... Well, maybe she needs a little more than we do. "I was about to defend something, but when the words came to my lips and I couldn't say it, I suddenly realized that the Madame Fili, who annoyed me every day, was in fact the same person as us.

The same person who is pressed by life and cannot breathe......

"You are a kind person, God will bless you, and the little one in your belly." I hugged Jenny gently.

"You too, may God bless you too."

She said......

In fact, God did not bless me, and today, he took away my job...... However, I didn't tell Jenny about it, I couldn't say anything, I could only try to squeeze out the most natural smile and say...... "Yes, he'll bless me. ”

......

......

But, as I expected, God didn't bless me, not even anyone in the city.

It all started on that congested morning.

That day, I was still in the newspaper on the corner of the street, looking for a suitable position for me, and a tanker truck seemed to be dead in the middle of the road, directly blocking the intersection.

Luckily, I don't have a car, otherwise I would have been one of those traffic jams.

Of course, the paralysis of the whole street was only the beginning of a terrible day, because sometime in the afternoon, a sudden explosion pushed the city down a crazy path.

The location of the explosion was the headquarters of the Gotham City Police Department, and when I learned the news, I was panicked at first, and then I secretly looked forward to something, of course, I didn't know where this expectation came from, probably because life was already so miserable, so if the city was going to face any changes, at least it wouldn't make it worse.

And in the hours that followed, the change came in vain...... The change came from a woman who appeared on all the video screens in the city, to put it mildly...... When I saw her, I was shocked because I had seen that woman. A few days ago, I was worried that she would steal Jenny's lipstick.

Well, it doesn't matter anymore, what matters is that a few words from her make the city really crazy.

She opened the bank door, trapped two-thirds of the police officers and gave guns to people like me...... It's crazy.

But think about it, if that's the case, everyone has weapons, everyone has money, everyone has the ability to fight for something they deserve, instead of watching their lives being squeezed without a drop of juice left, then that seems quite fair......

Crazy and fair...... Is there any necessary connection between the two?

I do not know...... I've never seen Gotham like this, it seems to be extremely chaotic, but full of hope, people seem to be crazy, but they are all laughing like crazy, as if the bitterness of the whole life has been suppressed, and at this moment it is released, and when night falls, an explosion resounding throughout the city, pushing this carnival to a huge climax.

The explosion came from the sky, on the top floor of the Wayne Tower, a place we would never be able to reach.

It's like a celebration for us......

Fireworks......

I looked at the fiery red sky and smiled...... A lot of people laughed, and then they went even crazier.

But I ...... After all, he didn't pick up the gun, didn't run into the street with those people to shout and smash things, and didn't rush into the bank to get the money.

I have a family and a baby who is not yet born.

I can't take any chances if at this time, something happens to me, or I get caught in jail.

Then my job will be even more unsecure, I won't be able to pay my rent next month, and most importantly, I will miss Jenny's birthday.

Look, the world has gone crazy like this, but I'm still thinking about these things.

No way...... That's life......

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