readx;? It was at the moment when Qiao Xiaojing's mind was full of doubts that the life of the intoxicating home full of bitterness began. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Although she hasn't been in the drunken heart house for a long time, she feels like half a lifetime has passed, the inhuman torture and ravage are like nightmares, if she hadn't gritted her teeth and persevered, she might have died in the drunken heart house or the small wooden building.

Fortunately, a fire not only prevented them from going to the desolate Western Regions with the barbarians, but also allowed them to successfully escape from the demon cave of the drunken residence.

However, what kind of fate will Qiao Xiaojing and Cuiyu face this time?

Qiao Xiaojing and Cuiyu limped to the mouth of the alley where they slept last night, standing against the wall, and their tiredness made them sit on the ground.

Although it was still early, several beggars were lying on the ground near the wall, covering their faces with something and falling asleep.

Soon, Qiao Xiaojing and Cuiyu were in trouble, like robbers who took advantage of the situation, ignoring their cruel experience, ignoring their penniless and helpless situation, and unscrupulously disturbing their nerves.

"Sugar gourd," shouted a middle-aged man carrying a stick full of sugar gourds as he walked, and walked past them unhurriedly, "authentic sugar gourds, crisp and sweet sugar gourds!"

Qiao Xiaojing and Cuiyu looked at the strings of crimson sugar gourds, their eyes glowing with golden light, and the shouts of "crispy and sweet sugar gourds" kept echoing in their ears, and they felt even more hungry, and their saliva almost flowed down.

"Uncle is good, can you give us two strings of sugar gourds? We are hungry and thirsty. Cuiyu hurriedly got up and stood in front of the man who bought the sugar gourd, nodding and waving.

"Fuck off, stinking Hanako. The middle-aged man's face was gloomy in an instant, his eyes glared angrily, and he reprimanded mercilessly, "Don't say two strings, neither of them will be given to you, hurry up and get out of my way!"

"If you don't give it, you won't give it, how can you scold people? Seeing that you are also a glorious person, I didn't expect your mouth to be so stinky......" Cuiyu couldn't stand it anymore, blocking in front of Qiao Xiaojing, like a cannon that was lit, the humble appearance just now disappeared in an instant, and then there was a look of a village girl scolding the street, scolding and rubbing her hands.

"It's really ---," said the vendor, shaking his head disdainfully, "the world has changed, and those who stinky and ask for food are so grumpy." ”

"Alright, alright, stop yelling. Qiao Xiaojing, who blushed with shame, hurriedly dragged the jade away and said to the man selling the sugar gourd, "I'm sorry, you can go, we won't want your sugar gourd." ”

The man selling sugar gourds coldly left the word "neuropathy" and walked into the crowd angrily.

The jade still had an unrelenting posture, as if she was going to duel with the man.

Qiao Xiaojing persuaded for a long time, and Cui Yucai returned to the root of the wall unwillingly, covered her stomach, and complained: "The world has really changed, there is no sympathy at all, two strings of sugar gourds can be worth a few dollars, it's really stingy and selfish!"

"Forget it," Qiao Xiaojing sighed, "Save your effort, there are not many kind-hearted people these days." ”

Cuiyu looked Qiao Xiaojing up and down, her face was gray, her clothes were torn in many places, and then she looked at herself, covered in dust and bloodstains, and her pants and blouse were torn in many places.

Qiao Xiaojing and Cuiyu let out a long sigh, and after that, the two leaned on each other and closed their eyes.

In the evening, when there were far fewer pedestrians on the streets, every house lit up its lamps, which swayed slightly in the wind, and the shadows scattered through the branches of the trees, mottled like mercury.

They looked weakly at the vast sky in the distance, their eyes scattered.

Cuiyu kept rubbing her belly, her tongue kept licking her lips, and suddenly, she got up and walked towards a wonton shop with the lights on, Qiao Xiaojing got up with the wall and hurriedly followed. Although the wind was not strong, their messy hair fluttered in the air.

A father and son were eating on the table at the entrance of the wonton shop, the father saw the clothes swaying in the wind and his eyes staring at the jade of the wonton in his son's mouth, and saw her swallowing saliva, the father made a sideways posture to protect his son, and reminded his son: "Eat quickly, eat quickly, don't waste it." ”

"Dad, I'm full, I'm really full. The son touched his bulging belly and said in embarrassment.

"You have to eat when you're full, you know? If you don't finish eating, maybe who's going to steal these wontons?"

"That can't kill me, can ......you?"

"Why don't you keep it for the dog?" the father scolded his son angrily before he could finish speaking.

"Oops, I can't swallow it anymore, I'm going to throw up if I eat it again. ”

"Then you have to finish eating, after eating, vomit and vomit, hurry up!" the father glanced at Cuiyu and Qiao Xiaojing, and stroked the head of his son, who had been holding the wonton and sending it to his mouth for a long time.

Qiao Xiaojing tugged on the back of the jade, and the two turned around, reluctantly leaving the steaming and fragrant wonton shop, and once again returned to the place where the beggars lived.

This time, neither of them spoke again, curled up with their legs, their hands covering their faces, their heads drooping, and disappeared into the night.

The sky was slightly bright, Qiao Xiaojing and Cuiyu were woken up by the sound of hurried and chaotic footsteps and the honking of the car, the two of them stood up in a daze, rubbed their eyes, and saw a large group of people not far away rushing forward, all stopped at the place where the drunken residence was, where there were policemen everywhere, and the car that was slowly passing by was the car of the police chief yesterday.

Many people who joined in the excitement followed the police team and walked forward in a mighty manner.

Qiao Xiaojing dragged the jade who was in a daze, and the two staggered in the middle of the team, and came to the ruins that were still emitting black smoke, emitting a fishy smell, and the ashes were circling--- yesterday's drunken home had become a pile of ashes.

A cordon has been set up throughout the ruins, with dozens of medical personnel in white uniforms tossing over the ruins, as if looking for something, and onlookers look outside the cordon, expecting to see what is thrown out of the rubble.

The police chief got out of the car surrounded by a large group of policemen and walked in front of the rubble, with a cold face.

The black-faced and short-haired man standing on the ruins ran over, wiped the foam from the corners of his mouth with his hand, and said respectfully: "Why did the director come here, there is a miasma of smoke here, there are many viruses and bacteria, and it is easy to be contaminated, you better leave quickly, if you find anything, we will notify you as soon as possible." ”

"Where is the duty," the director glanced at the man, and said lightly, "There is no way, such a big case has already alarmed Shangfeng, and Shangfeng strictly ordered that the murderer must be found, how can I hide from it?"

"But," the man looked embarrassed, "we haven't dealt with the epidemic yet, so you can't enter it for the time being." ”

"Damn, what nonsense?" the deputy chief of the police department was annoyed, walked quickly to the chief, and glared at the man, "We came to handle the case, but you obstructed it, do you want to resist the law? If you don't want to taste the stick in my hand, hurry up and take your people out of here, if you don't obey, you will definitely regret meeting us." ”

There's no way, there are no guys in your hands these days, no one dares to bully you, not to mention the people's police who are still loaded with guns, they all have things in their hands, and they have to pay three passes, and these things may fall on whose head.

The man shook his head helplessly, and left with a group of dejected medical staff, Qiao Xiaojing saw that they didn't go out of the crowd and took off their work clothes, maybe at this moment they felt that the clothes brought them a great shame!

The tough police kept shouting, and everyone had a straight face, a black face, and a fierce look.

The audience was afraid of the batons and pistols in the hands of the police, and slowly retreated a dozen or so steps according to the police's wishes, and the policemen pulled up the cordon along the ruins again, and five or six policemen stood on the ruins, holding guns to face the crowd of onlookers.

Around the cordon, the policemen stood every three or five steps, also holding guns in their hands, and the muzzles of the guns were facing the crowd of onlookers, and in an instant, the atmosphere here became much more tense, the noise disappeared, the sound of private discussions also disappeared, and no one squeezed forward.

The other policemen were summoned by the chief and deputy chief, and after a few seconds of head-to-head exchange, they all dispersed.

Some of them took out shovels and bags from the car, some took out shovels and hoes, and one policeman took out a small stool, came to the director of the bureau with a servile face, wiped the surface of the stool with his sleeve, and invited the chief to sit down.

The chief sat on a small stool, put on a pair of sunglasses, and whistled with his legs crossed, if he didn't look at the uniform on his body, no one would believe that he was the police chief, the absolute gang boss.

The ruins were crowded with police officers looking for "evidence", and the scene was spectacular but not scattered.

Qiao Xiaojing and Cuiyu watched intently at the movements of the police on the ruins, with both anticipation and fear in their minds.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!" just as everyone's minds were focused on the rubble and the police officers working on the rubble, a hurried shout rang out from behind the crowd of onlookers.

The crowd split into two parts, and a zigzag passage appeared in the middle, and all the people tiptoed to look at the back of the crowd, and soon a procession in the uniform of the transportation department ran towards the ruins, the team was lined up with three people, and they were shouting slogans, and the shouts were uniform.

When the busy policemen heard the voice, they all gathered in front of the cordon, everyone holding their pistols in their hands, even those with batons were replaced with pistols, their eyes all radiating a cold light, staring at the team running towards them.

Seeing this scene, the staff of the transportation department invariably slowed down their progress, and their faces showed timidity. A fat man at the back of the team ran to the front of the team and came straight to the police chief, looking servile and kneeling, and said timidly: "I don't know if the director is at the scene in person, I'm disturbing!"

"What are you doing here?" the chief glanced at the man, still acting like a gang boss.

"Receiving the order," said the man, "there is a traffic jam here, and I have come to relieve it, and there is nothing else to do." ”

"Okay, let's groom!"

"But, but, your people need to be removed!"

"What?"

"The reason for the traffic jam is because of the rubble, we have to clean it up, so it's ......"

The director suddenly stood up and pointed at this person: "We are handling the case, we don't have time to listen to your nonsense, get out!"

In desperation, the gang had to squeeze out of the crowd and leave in frustration, just like the medical staff.

When the police returned to work, the onlookers were either happy, melancholy, sad, or lamenting, only Qiao Xiaojing and Cuiyu stared at the black smoke and smelly ruins.