Chapter 12: Can't, Sell (4)

By the time I got downstairs, I was out of breath and out of breath.

At this time, I don't know when the night sky will start to drizzle. As far as the eye can see, there is smoke and rain everywhere, and the four fields are dim. The wind blew through the trees on the side of the road, and the shaking branches made a "rustling" sound that did not stop.

The rain fell on my head, face, body.

I held my head high, and the rain swept across my face. I don't know if I'm crying, maybe I'm crying, maybe not, who knows if it's rain or tears dripping from my face?

I gritted my teeth, and suddenly I started hating.

In the rain, I ran wildly.

At this time, it was late at night, there were few pedestrians on the road, the air was cold, and the quiet streets were clean and empty. Because of the emptiness, the pale road surface looks a little dazzling.

I just ran in the rain. Walk through the square, through the commercial street, through the intersection, through traffic light after traffic light. I'm crazy like that, keep running, keep running. Running on the street with no end in sight, and the cement road with no end in sight, there are sharp brake sounds in my ears from time to time, as well as the angry scolding of the car owner.

Eventually, I was too exhausted to run, so I squatted on the road.

I was soaked in the rain.

But I don't feel cold, because what is colder than my body is my heart. I felt that at this moment, my heart seemed to be emptied, and there was an indescribable discomfort, as if it had been torn apart piece by piece. I even heard the sound, like ice cubes hitting a cup, and I felt like I couldn't cry, I couldn't scream, I couldn't breathe, and I was about to be suffocated.

I don't know how long I squatted on the road.

Until the body, it was almost numb.

Finally, I sighed, stood up, staggered, and walked back to the rental house. The rental house is in a dilapidated dormitory building, like a gray scene in a movie, with water-stained walls, white on one side and black on the other, and sand in some places, revealing the bricks inside.

The house is a single room matching, about ten square meters, with a small bathroom, the hall and the bedroom are connected together, barely able to put down a small bed, a desk, a chair, a cloth wardrobe.

The community environment is very messy, very dirty, like a small village.

There was flying dust everywhere, dirty pancake stalls, littered garbage, some of which still smelled foul, people walked by, and flies flew everywhere.

The community is inhabited by people from all over the world.

There are all kinds of migrant workers, girls who have aborted their lives, down-and-out painters, college students who live together, and hair salon girls who wear cheap perfume and dress in gaudy clothes, and the most vicious and unknown outlaws.

These are not terrible.

The scary thing is that the middle-aged uncle who lives downstairs who looks crooked and obscene, every time he sees me, he always uses his lustful eyes to sweep me up and down, as if I have no clothes on me.

Once, a middle-aged uncle actually asked:

"Little sister, are you lonely, if you are lonely, shall I accompany you?"

I was scared and scattered.

It's not that I'm not lonely, but no matter how lonely I am, I don't need this middle-aged uncle to accompany me. I think, it would be nice if Jiang Ziyu could wake up, with Jiang Ziyu by my side, I am not afraid of anything.

It's just that Jiang Ziyu - I sighed faintly, when will Jiang Ziyu wake up?

(To be continued)