Zhang Zhuyan rubbed her head and looked up, only to realize that she had bumpered into someone by her distraction. The one she hit was a big boy, who looked young, probably around twenty years old, or probably less than twenty. The boy looked dirty, his face was black, and he didn't know how long it had been since he had washed it. Even his hair was knotted into pieces, and his body was wrapped in a white coat that did not fit well. This white coat is quite clean, and it is estimated that it has just been picked up. A pair of bare legs were exposed under the white coat, and there were no shoes on the feet. It turned out that this was a little beggar, and this beggar was looking at her blankly at the moment.

"I'm sorry I didn't see you just now." Zhang Zhuyan hurriedly apologized, and bent down to pick up the steamed buns that fell to the ground. When she got up, she noticed that the boy's eyes were staring straight at the steamed bun in her hand. However, his eyes were a little strange, and when he stared at the steamed buns, he did not show a look of longing, but a blank and curious gaze, as if what he saw in his eyes was not a steamed bun, but a novel toy.

Zhang Zhuyan followed his line of sight and looked down at the half steamed bun in his hand, hesitated for a moment, handed out another steamed bun that he hadn't eaten before along with the bag containing the steamed bun, and said, "Give." ”

The boy was stunned for a moment, as if he was hesitating about something, and after a while, he slowly stretched out his hand to take the steamed buns wrapped in the bag from Zhang Zhuyan's hand, put them under his nose and smelled them, and then showed a look of joy in his eyes, and put the steamed buns into his mouth along with the bag wrapped in the steamed buns.

"Hey, I can't eat the bag." Zhang Zhuyan hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop him from eating the plastic bag, but the boy quickly hugged the bag containing the steamed buns in his arms, and then looked at Zhang Zhuyan with a wary face.

Zhang Zhuyan smiled bitterly, she understood that this boy was still a fool. No wonder the young have been reduced to the point of being beggars, and it is indeed miserable enough.

Zhang Zhuyan sighed, pointed to the bag that was held tightly in the boy's arms, made a gesture to open the bag, and explained: "You have to open the bag, the bag can't be eaten." ”

The boy didn't know if he understood, so he stared at Zhang Zhuyan vigilantly for a moment, and finally hesitated to slowly take out the bag, and then handed it back to her with a reluctant face.

Zhang Zhuyan laughed, took the steamed bun out of the bag and handed it to the boy again, and said, "Here you go." ”

The boy was stunned, took the steamed bun from Zhang Zhuyan's hand, looked at the empty bag in her hand in some confusion, and then looked at the fragrant steamed bun in his hand, as if he couldn't understand why he wanted to take the red Dongdong. However, when the tempting aroma of the steamed bun reached his nose, he gave up thinking, devoured the steamed bun in his stomach, and then licked his lips and looked at the other half of the steamed bun in Zhang Zhuyan's hand with some unfinished thoughts.

But how could Zhang Zhuyan give him this half of the steamed bun? After all, it's something that has been stained with her own saliva, and if she puts it in someone else's mouth, she will feel very awkward.

Sighing, Zhang Zhuyan waved the steamed bun in her hand and said slightly apologetically: "I really can't give this to you." ”

After saying that, regardless of whether the boy understood or not, he bypassed him and continued to walk forward. But after walking a few steps, she found that the boy was actually following closely behind, Zhang Zhuyan turned around, raised the half of the steamed bun and said, "This steamed bun is really inedible, it fell on the ground and got dirty." ”

The boy didn't answer, just looked at her blankly and slightly curiously.

Zhang Zhuyan turned around and walked a few more steps, and the boy followed her for a few steps, until Zhang Zhuyan stopped, and he also stopped, and the two always maintained a distance of more than one meter.

Zhang Zhuyan was a little angry, what is this? Is there any end to it? She stopped, looked at the boy with a slight slant, frowned, and said, "Really don't follow me anymore!" ”

The boy blinked wide, still looking at her without speaking.

Zhang Zhuyan turned around again and took a few steps, and the boy immediately followed. Zhang Zhuyan stopped, and he also stopped, just like playing "One, Two, Three Wooden People", but for Zhang Zhuyan at this moment, it was not fun at all.

She's really a little angry, have you ever seen such a dead-faced beggar? Isn't it just half a steamed bun, as for it?

Zhang Zhuyan angrily threw out half of the steamed buns that were ready to be thrown into the trash, and said angrily: "Here you go!" Don't follow me anymore! ”

After saying that, he didn't care about the boy anymore and continued walking. But before she had taken a few steps, she stopped again, and slowly turned around with a look of annoyance on her face.

Sure enough, the boy was still following her, and the half of the steamed bun that had just been thrown to him was gone. Looking at the bulging appearance of his mouth, you don't have to guess where the steamed buns went. Seeing Zhang Zhuyan turn around, the boy chewed a few mouthfuls of the steamed buns in his mouth, and then grinned at her.

If Zhang Zhuyan still had some sympathy for this boy at the beginning, she is really angry now. Everything is eaten for you, and you are still following, what do you want to do?

Zhang Zhuyan spread out her hands, signaled that she was empty-handed, glared at him, and said angrily: "I really don't have any steamed buns, I'll eat them all for you." Don't follow me anymore. ”

With that, she walked on. The moment she turned around, she had already prayed silently in her heart countless times: Don't follow me anymore, don't follow me anymore......

Maybe God is still sleeping at this time, but I just didn't hear her prayers anyway. At the same time as she took the step, the boy took the same step—and continued to follow.

Zhang Zhuyan is really angry, she has seen a dead face, but she has never seen a dead face to this extent. It's said that there are no steamed buns anymore, what are you doing with it?

Wait a minute!

No steamed buns?

Zhang Zhuyan suddenly came to her senses and secretly thought: he won't ...... Do you want to do something bad?

The more I think about it, the more I feel that it is very possible, knowing that I have nothing to eat and continue to follow like this, nine times out of ten it is purposeful.

He's not trying to rob money, is he? The more Zhang Zhuyan thought about it, the more frightened she became, and even her heart became flustered. She glanced at the boy warily, and suddenly she sped up and ran wildly. But what frightened her was that the boy saw her suddenly run away, and hurriedly ran after her.

Zhang Zhuyan turned her head and saw that the boy was still following her, her frightened face was pale, at this moment she had affirmed her thoughts, and hurriedly accelerated her pace and took the boy around in the alley, but the boy followed her tightly like a maggot with a bone, no matter how she ran, she couldn't get rid of it. However, the boy's running posture was a little weird, and sometimes he stumbled, like his body coordination was not good. Fortunately, this is the case, otherwise Zhang Zhuyan is afraid that he has already caught up.

At the end, the helpless Zhang Zhuyan gritted her teeth and changed direction and ran home.

When she arrived at the door, Zhang Zhuyan hurriedly took out the key from her bag and opened the door lock in a panic. The boy who was chasing after her also stopped, watching curiously as she scrambled with the key to the door lock.

"Click." The door lock was finally opened, Zhang Zhuyan flashed into the house, and the boy also took a step to enter, but the door was slammed shut at this time, and the boy stood outside the door in a daze and opened his eyes stupidly.

Zhang Zhuyan, who rushed into the house, leaned her back against the door, covered her violently beating heart with her hands, and gasped for breath. After gasping for a while, she slowly turned around and put her eyes on the cat's eye to look out, and saw that the boy was still standing at the door looking at the door in a daze, she was so frightened that she hurriedly closed her eyes and turned around and pressed her back against the door.

After a long while, there was no movement outside the door, and Zhang Zhuyan slowly opened her eyes and put on the cat's eyes again to look. The boy was still standing in the doorway, looking curiously left and right.

Zhang Zhuyan leaned her back against the door, aggrieved and wanted to cry. I just kindly gave away a steamed bun, as for it? In these days, is it really impossible to be a good person?

After thinking about it, Zhang Zhuyan took out the phone and dialed the police number.

The phone was quickly connected, and a female voice came out of it and said in unison: "Hello, this is the 110 alarm center." ”

Zhang Zhuyan whispered with a hint of panicked crying: "I have a stalker here, and he is guarding my door." Come on. ”

The operator said, "Okay, don't panic. Please tell me your address first. ”

After writing down the address Zhang Zhuyan reported, the operator said, "We will send a police officer over soon, please stay at home and don't open the door." ”

Hanging up the phone, Zhang Zhuyan let out a long sigh of relief, pressing the heart that was still beating wildly at the mouth of her heart, begging for the police to come soon.