Lu Tong, if we have never met each other, wouldn't there be so many broken and fragmented!

The music is deafening, some people are dancing wildly, some people are laughing and flirting, and some people are drinking alone in a cup.

A pot-bellied girl of about fifty entangled a little girl of about twenty years old with the smell of wine all over her body, and everyone turned a blind eye, as if that scene was like air.

Indeed, such scenes are commonplace in bars.

Chapter 1: Encounter (1)

I'm Xu Daosheng.

I came to the city to study and took my grandmother with me.

My grandmother was a very strong woman, she raised my aunt and father by herself, and let my father go to this nationally famous university in Shenshi.

My father was the first person in a dozen or so villages to enter a national famous university, and it was also a first-class university in the country, and the old village chief who sent my father to the train station said that when my father came out of college, he could at least become a county magistrate.

My grandfather died so early that even my father didn't remember what he looked like, and he left my grandmother with nothing but two children to be fed, and then a mess of debts.

Grandma didn't say a word about her grandfather in front of people, as if she had never had that person by her side, and she didn't allow others to mention that person.

My father is the pride of the village, and even more so the pride of my grandmother.

But because of a woman, my father broke my grandmother's heart.

That woman was my mother.

So, because my father and grandmother loved me very, very much, and because my mother and grandmother hated me very, very much.

I was eight years old when my father left.

The last time I saw him was in the county funeral home, and there was a big hole in his head, which was full of black blood scabs, and between his teeth and nostrils were full of black blood.

I took his hand, which in my memory was big and warm even when it was about to hit me, but it was cold and stiff that day.

I wanted to touch his face, there was so much black blood in his mouth and nostrils, he must be very uncomfortable, I wanted to wipe it off for him.

But a pair of big hands covered my eyes, and while saying not to scare the child, they tried to hold me away.

My father died in a car accident and was found lying on the cold road with a pool of blood, and the perpetrator had already fled.

Those who knew my father agreed that my father must have been in a car accident because he had drunk too much alcohol, because he often drank too much, and he had broken his nose and face, broken his arm, and injured his waist.

My father was a big drinker.

My father was a big drinker because of my mother.

When my grandmother found out that the university I was going to go to was actually the same university that my father had studied, she began to disagree.

She said that the school would read good people as neurotics, just like my father. She can't let me repeat my father's footsteps, she won't allow it!

But as my aunt said, in front of me and my father, the last compromise can always be grandma.

Eventually, I went with my grandmother to my father, where I stayed for four years, and where I met my mother's university.

In such a bustling and busy city, my grandmother and I are just two ants, and if we don't run around, we can't get a foothold.

Once, I thought that as long as we worked hard enough, we would never be disappointed by life.

But I really think too highly of myself, although I have a courage that does not know the sky, and the spirit of hardship, but I don't seem to be welcomed in the city.

The streets are full of traffic and lights, but they are so stingy with a part-time job that suits me. I used to think I could wash the dishes, wash the toilet, or even carry a big bag, but others didn't even want to try me.

There are many opportunities to work in the city, but you have to have reliable acquaintances to introduce you, and you have to have experience, or you can simply sell yourself to the boss 24 hours a day, don't work part-time, go to school or earn money, you can only choose one.

In Shen City, those who drink tea, eat, and squat on the toilet are all God, you are a local girl in a poor country, can you afford to offend casually? I also studied and worked part-time! It's hilarious!

It was a rainstorm and a windy afternoon, and I was handing out leaflets for the property at designated street corners.

I can only do this work on weekends. Send a single page a day, the basic salary is 20 yuan, but if someone calls the company to ask, a phone call is 5 yuan, and if the purchase is successful, I will have a commission of 500 yuan.

People came and went, everyone was in a hurry, almost no one took the leaflet I handed over, occasionally someone picked it up, looked at it casually, and then threw it on the road, I had to pick it up and hand it to the next person passing by.

A gust of wind passed, and the single pages that were thrown on the ground rolled over and over, and I hurriedly grabbed them, otherwise the chengguan would see them, and not only would all the single pages be confiscated, but also could be fined.

I don't know where Lu Tong came from, but when I found him, his bicycle had hit me in pain as I was bending down to pick up the leaflet, or I was bending down and crashing into the bicycle he was riding.

The single pages in his arms were scattered all over the ground, fluttering in the wind, and hot blood was slowly flowing down his arms.

I rubbed my sore arms and legs, grinning my teeth and slowly getting up from the ground.

"You don't have eyes!" I yelled angrily as I sorted out the remaining pages in my arms.