275. Sweet life
She fumbled wildly, grabbed the plastic bag in her arms, and inside was the waterproof clip she had tightly wrapped, and the double insurance made Xia Beiluo almost cry.
Her chin was dripping with blood, washed clean by rain or tears, and the droplets of water blatantly poked at her wounds, tearing away the rubbed flesh, and the hot sting was nothing to Xia Beiluo.
Lost money is the best anesthetic in the world.
She gritted her teeth, under the cold rain, her body seemed to gradually grow, stepped forward, turned out the second-hand bicycle from the mud, the chain was broken, she had to push the handrail, pull up the trouser legs, take off the shoes, hang around the neck, and walk all the way back.
I can't remember how long it was.
Slowly, though, she soon saw where she livedβa four-story apartment building, barely lit in the dark, and creepers on the walls like demonic minions, swaying in the darkness and torrential rain.
A disgusting stench rose from the stinking gutter next to the apartment, the smell of a household's waste, garbage, excrement, the remains of evil spirits and the corpses of gang fights.
In simple terms, that's the smell of poverty.
Xia Beiluo carefully pushed the cart into the apartment building, ignoring the corpse of the security guard on the wall of the corridor, the church people promised to clean up tomorrow, and the property knew that there was a fire here yesterday, and ran away.
She paid a year's worth of property fees.
Xia Beiluo is not afraid of death, death is the cheapest sleeping pill, she is more afraid of poverty, because there is no targeted drug to solve poverty.
She locked her car, climbed up to the third floor, and washed her wounds and stains in the public toilet before daring to return to the rental house.
It rained and darkness shrouded the world.
Xia Beiluo took off his clothes, hung them on the wire between the beds to dry, dried his hair and body with a towel, and then lit the gas lamp.
Afraid of getting the bed wet, she had to squat on the ground naked, take out today's income from the plastic bag, and count them one by one:
"1 ring, 15 rings...... That's a total of 76 rings. β
She was a little more uplifted.
Now, I have saved 526 rings on hand!
"If you make some more money and pay some protection money to the Black Snake Gang, you will be able to go to nightclubs as a handyman, and then you will be able to earn 120 rings a month, and 2400 rings in 20 months a year. In just ten years, you can make up enough for tuition. β
Xia Beiluo was suspended from school on April 5 last year, and now he has been wandering in society for one year and three months.
My mother and father were undoubtedly fortunate not to see themselves forced to suspend their studies, as they died three months early in the wake of gang fighting.
According to the church, her belief in the [Ghost Master] is not devout enough, and her spirituality is too poor to tame the weakest geist until her sophomore year of high school, and she is a great distance from becoming a [Psychic Medium].
Rather than letting her stay in a church school and influence other students, it is better to take a year off and find her own way.
"The implication is to find some odd jobs by yourself, so as not to disturb other students entering the seminary and affect the school's admission rate."
Under the rule of the Ziluo Unified Government, ordinary people who want to improve their status can only rely on the path of the [Weird] system, by joining the sects of the [Ghost Lord], [Void Emperor] and [Origin Heavenly Venerable], and serving the main god, in order to live a good life.
When her parents were alive, they spent their life savings to send her to the church, hoping to change the fate of their family and become a decent person.
However, Xia Beiluo realized early on that there is no equality between human beings.
Also from a poor family, a beautiful girl will be more favored, even if she doesn't study much, she can get a letter of recommendation by sleeping with the priest.
And Xia Beiluo, not only is his appearance mediocre, but his grades are not top-notch, and his psionic qualifications are extremely poor.
The forced suspension of the church school was actually to dissuade her and expel her from school.
However, even so, Xia Beiluo still has her own path: as long as she works hard and saves enough tuition, she can go to seminary at her own expense, and when the time comes, as long as she studies diligently, she can at least mix up clerical work.
At that point, you'll be able to mix it up.
"Current deposits: 526, ...... short of the target"
She squatted on the concrete floor of the apartment, held the ledger, and carefully calculated:
"-yes, only 25,474 rings!"
Soon, soon it will be possible to become a decent person.
She carefully put the deposit into the bottom suitcase and put it in the safest corner, this is her most precious treasure, even if you lose your fate, you can't lose the money.
Then, she turned on the gas lamp, lay down on the mattress that the landlord didn't want, and pulled up the blanket, and the exhaustion and happiness hit her, and she soon fell asleep.
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Bang!
"What's going on? What a move! β
"The sewers are broken!"
"The toilet is blocked, I'm damn it, the water is out."
In a daze, a strong stench hit, Xia Beiluo woke up suddenly, and then almost vomited.
Her bed was soaked with filthy sewage, her suitcase and folded clothes were floating on the water, and the tenants of the apartment were cursing and swearing at the sewers as the rainstorm poured back up the drains and flooded the entire hallway with a mixture of filth.
Xia Beiluo was attacked by the stench, and her brain shut down for a moment, and then suddenly reacted, and an indescribable fear instantly enveloped her body.
She screamed:
"Money!"
She threw herself at the suitcase and dragged it onto the bed, but it was too late, the water had already soaked the entire suitcase, and her eyes immediately turned red.
The water was still spreading, and she didn't care so much, she held her suitcase high above her head, and just stood on the bed, letting her feet be flooded with dirty water, and then the printed pillow she had picked up, soaked and sunk, and she stood on her tiptoes, and there was a piece of dirt on her calf.
Xia Beiluo was as if she was dead, she was nailed to the spot, standing in the sewage, like a giant standing up to the sky, holding the luggage in her hand above her head.
Syllable!
The windows were swept open by the water, and the waves rolled outward like a waterfall
The heavy rain was still falling, but with the brave and hard-working residents scolding and saving themselves, the rise of sewage was gradually curbed.
In the second half of the night, the sound of the rain had faded, and the birds stood on the telephone poles, chirping with the geistines next to them.
The purple sun rose on the distant skyline, the cold was dispelled, the streets were washed away by floods, and the Church of the Ghost Lord visited in time, rowing a beautiful dinghy, singing the gospel and good name of the Lord everywhere.
"He causes us to walk side by side with the dead in fear of the night."
"He is willing to bear all the tragedies in our place, and that is why we are more thrifty."
"He washes away your original sins and gives a home to the wandering souls of heaven and earth."
"Praise be to my Lord, Godein Terman, Thou art Lord of the wandering souls, Lord of heaven and earth, great Lord, who loves all things in the world equally, and who will return to His abyss in life and death......"
The monotonous choir sang loudly in the drizzle, and the sound of blessings reached everyone's ears.
Smack.
The suitcase fell, Xia Beiluo knelt on the ground, holding the savings in his hand that were soaked in sewage and clumped together, and opened his mouth.
Then, she put aside the mud, opened the notebook that had survived, and wrote cheerfully:
"August 6: Heavy rain, loss of 526."
"Number of deposits β 0"
"Distance Target: 26,000 rings."
"Notes: Light rain turned sunny, flooding, roads are impassable, but the sun is shining."
(End of chapter)