Chapter 42: Small, Livestock (2)

In order to make a living, the stepmother put a sun umbrella and a rotten tailor in an inconspicuous corner of the street to make clothes for others, sew and mend, and the pair of slender jade hands that used to hold orchid fingers became rough and thick cocoons before they knew it.

Jiang Ziyu inherited my stepmother's artistic cells.

Not only does he have a good voice, but he also plays a good guitar. At dusk, Jiang Ziyu sat in a small narrow space converted from a balcony into his bedroom, holding a cigarette in his mouth and playing the guitar boredly.

I like to look at Jiang Ziyu's appearance, his head is slightly lowered, his slender and slightly evil eyes are slightly squinted, and the side half of his face looks very lonely, with a decadent beauty, and Jiang Ziyu's whole person also exudes a strong taste of decadence.

An evening breeze blew, blowing a few strands of hair hanging down from Jiang Ziyu's forehead.

It's as if you're in a painting, it's beautiful.

My father, Mi Lingfu, doesn't like Jiang Ziyu and never gives Jiang Ziyu a good face. Because he was an illegitimate child, Jiang Ziyu grew up in the humiliating, ridiculed, and disdainful eyes of others, so he was rebellious and unruly.

Jiang Ziyu's academic performance is not good, his homework is a mess, he didn't go to high school after graduating from junior high school, he dyed his colorful hair, he was with a bunch of gangsters all day long, he learned what he looked like in movies, he was angry, he swore brothers, he also smoked and drank heavily, got into fights, and went to the police station as often as if he was in and out of his own home.

I was the opposite of him. I am a good student with excellent character and learning, white clothes and white skirts, and a clean ponytail, like a stream in the sun, clear and clear.

When did I find out that I fell in love with Jiang Ziyu?

It was the fall of my sophomore year of high school.

When I came home from school and walked deep into the alley, I was caught off guard by three thugs in their teens and twenties. The thugs had drunk and walked staggeringly, drunk, and when they came up to me, they suddenly stopped.

"Hi Beauty, hello. ”

One of the thugs greeted me with squinted eyes and a hippie smile.

I pretended not to hear, but walked with my head down, trying to pass them. But the thugs didn't let me go, they looked at each other, and they laughed in unison, laughing as they approached me. Those little thugs are pushing me into the corner step by step.

The little thug who took the lead was still very rogue and put his hand on my chest. I turned pale with fright and screamed, grabbing the groping hand and biting it down hard.

The thugs were in pain and howled.

A few of the other thugs pounced on him viciously.

I struggled, and the buttons of my shirt were torn off a few times, revealing my white corset. This made the thugs even more excited, and they pushed me to the ground and covered my mouth as I resisted, kicking, beating, and screaming.

They even tore my skirt.

At this moment, Jiang Ziyu came out of nowhere, as if the heavenly soldiers were about to rush over, and he shouted:

"My sister Jiang Ziyu, do you want to bully too? Don't you want to live?"

Afterwards, Jiang Ziyu fought with those little gangsters. After a thrilling scuffle, several gangsters were beaten to the point of crying and fleeing.

(To be continued)