The night was dark and the wind was cold. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The dirty streets are full of rancid water and garbage, the air is filled with a strong smell of stinky gutters, and the roads are littered with debris.

The sky is desolate, and there is no moon.

It's a long, sparsely populated street lined with shops, but most of them are liquor shops.

At this time, the night is not deep, and there are bursts of noise from time to time in the wine shop, which can be regarded as lively.

Most of the liquor shops here buy only the cheapest soju, and the people who come here to drink are naturally not those elegant rich people, but all the miserable ghosts at the bottom of the living society.

It seems that there are always more poor people than rich people in this world, so in the entire Jinling City, there are at least 1,800 restaurants like this.

If you only talk about the poor, I'm afraid it is still a bit too vague, but when it comes to the poorest people in the world, someone must immediately think of beggars.

And on this street, naturally, there are also many beggars.

Suddenly, the peaceful atmosphere was shattered by an abrupt noise. I only heard someone shouting viciously: "Hit ...... Beat him to death, and dare to run to drink ...... without money".

Immediately a good man ran out of the house and looked out, only to see a young man who looked like a beggar running out of a liquor store in a hurry, and behind him, he chased out several people dressed as shop men.

Those people looked quite vicious, one by one, with teeth and claws, and their arrogance was extremely arrogant. Someone shouted and scolded the beggar in front of him while chasing: "That little bastard in front, stop me immediately, if you stand at this time, the master will only break one of your legs at most, but if we catch up, hehe......."

The person who spoke sneered, and listening to his tone, it must be that this beggar was the one they said was going to eat the overlord's wine. But for the sake of a drink, they want to break a man's leg, and their hearts are inevitably too vicious.

Fortunately, however, the beggar was quite sharp on his legs, and after a trot, he was able to distance himself from the group that was chasing him from behind.

However, at this moment, the soles of his feet tripped over something, and under a stumble, his man fell straight to the ground with a dog gnawing mud.

At this time, Coke broke the people who were chasing him behind him, and they immediately surrounded him one by one.

One person sneered with a vicious face and said, "Boy, run, I said, aren't you very good at running, why don't you run?"

The other person also smiled grimly: "Seriously, this little Hanako is really fast, you see he almost got rid of us just now."

At this time, someone was already very impatient and shouted: "What are you doing so much, let's beat him up first."

Between the words, several people used their hands and feet together, and all the raindrops fell on the beggar on the ground.

The beggar seemed to be completely frightened, but he did not resist, and let all the fists and kicks of the men hit him. He just curled up in a ball, holding his head in his hands.

Several people kicked the beggar on the ground so hard that their hands and feet were weak, and they were exhausted, and then they stopped panting.

One person was so tired that his face was covered with sweat, and he said breathlessly: "I can't imagine it, this kid is quite forbidden to fight."

Only then did they notice that under their kicks, the beggar had not even snorted the whole time. At this time, he was lying motionless on the ground, breathing weakly, as if he was about to die.

Could it be that because of a meal, these shop guys actually killed someone?

Now, it's a little scared of these people, although it's just a beggar, but it's a human life.

In this way, they beat a person to death on the street, and if the government knew about it, I am afraid it would be difficult to do good.

"Hey, you call Hanako, don't pretend to be dead......", one person was a little frightened, and shouted in a trembling voice: "Get up, don't lie here."

The other person was even more direct, and kicked the beggar lying on the ground again, and yelled viciously: "You shit, get up and get out of the way, believe it or not, Lao Tzu really broke your dog's legs."

However, the beggar lay still on the ground, without even moving a finger.

Seeing that the beggar did not react, the second man was also a little anxious, he was so anxious and angry that he raised his foot and kicked the beggar on the ground a few more times.

A person next to him quickly pulled him back a few steps and signaled him to stop. Then the man glanced at the others, and they immediately avoided the beggar at a distance, turned and hurried back.

Of course, when these people fled, they did not forget to shout: "This man cheated to death...... This man cheated to death, and we will not bother with him for the time being."

At that moment, these people walked away with one step on their legs after beating someone, and they didn't care at all whether the beggar had been killed or not.

As for those who were doing good things in the distance, seeing that there was no more excitement to see, they felt bored for a while, and most of them also went into the house. Whether the beggar lives or dies really has nothing to do with them.

Poor beggar, kicked by a few people, lying on the ground without moving, looking like he was about to die.

The long street, which was already sparsely populated, was not seen by anyone at some point. At this point, only the beggar was left alone.

Was he really killed?

The night was cold, and it was the middle of winter, and the beggar was lying on his side on the cold ground, as if he had lost his breath.

After a while, there was a noisy sound of guessing in the shops on both sides, and it seemed that people had long forgotten the scene just now.

A beggar is just a beggar, who cares if he is dead or alive.

As the night gets deeper and the temperature outside gets cooler, the cold ground is unbearable.

What's even more unbearable is that at this time, there was another gust of wind outside.

The raging night wind, mixed with a chill that was deep to the bone, blew violently on the beggar's robe.

His thin clothes could not withstand the cold of this midwinter.

As the cold wind ravaged him, the blue robe of plain cloth on his body, which had long been worn out, began to flutter slowly in the night sky.

At that moment, the beggar's fingers suddenly moved, and then, his feet seemed to twitch slightly.

Could it be that he is still alive?

He was still alive, and after lying for about half an hour, the beggar struggled to his feet.

What makes people laugh and cry is that at this time, he is still holding a jar of wine in his arms, which he thinks was taken out of the wine shop where he just beat him.

At this time, he was covered with footprints, and even his face was full of dust, but the jar of wine in his arms was still intact, presumably when he was kicked by those shopkeepers just now, he protected the jar in his arms, so it was not broken.

This is a strange person who should value a jar of wine more than his own life. Could it be that in his heart, his life is not even comparable to a jar of the worst quality soju?

What kind of person is he?

Where did he come from?

Behind his abnormal style of acting, what is the sad past?

First, he reached out and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then, he picked up the wine jar in his hand, raised his head, and suddenly poured half a jar of soju into his stomach.

The wine was sad, and I only felt that my throat and eyes felt like they had been burned by charcoal fire, and there was a burning sensation like tearing. It was not so much the soju that he poured into his stomach as the hot oil that had just boiled.

He just felt that it was already a little difficult to breathe.

It seemed that even the stomach could not stand such a strong irritation, and immediately there was a spasm, followed by a hot and sharp pain. Immediately afterward, he bent down and coughed incessantly.

He coughed incessantly, sweating profusely, almost coughing out his lungs, and after a while, he stopped panting, but immediately he began to gasp again.

He gasped for breath and coughed several times in between, and it was only after a while that his breath eased slightly.

It was just a little better, and he immediately put the jar up again. What a person who wants to drink and die!

It's just that the wine jar is already empty at this time.

There was a slight hint of disappointment on his face, and he shook it vigorously, but he didn't shake out even a drop of wine.

Feeling frustrated, he stood in place for a long time before throwing the empty jar in his hand to the ground. Then, he didn't look ahead, just lifted his foot with difficulty, and took a slow step forward.

He walked slowly, and he didn't know where he was going. He just stumbled forward like this.

He hung his head very low the whole time. His legs didn't seem to be fully straightened, and he walked aimlessly aimlessly.

Then he slammed into a man.

The man was standing in the middle of the road, and she didn't dodge as he approached.

In this way, he and her just collided.

The beggar was so frightened that he took several steps back and apologized in a low voice, "I'm sorry...... Sorry ......".

His body trembled, and he actually said sorry a dozen times in a row.

However, the person in front of him who was hit by him did not react. She didn't say anything, and she didn't seem to blame him at all.

So the beggar lifted his head slightly and looked forward suspiciously. Then he saw the figure of a young woman.

At the same time, the woman could see her face clearly. It was an elegant scholar-like face, and it was still handsome, but it was a downturn, and his eyes were lifeless.

The person in front of him seemed to be very tired, but his face, behind the lifeless depression, revealed a heavy vicissitudes and confusion, as well as a calm aura that did not match his age.

At this moment, her heart suddenly hurt like a pinprick.

At this time, the beggar finally saw the woman who had just been bumped into by him.

I saw her dressed in purple like jade, tall and tall, with waist-length hair combed casually and scattered behind her.

The main thing is her face, which exudes a strong aura of charm, and I have to say that this is a face that is so beautiful that it is almost a little bewitching.

This face is not supposed to belong to the human world, it is simply a fairy face.

The owner of this face is a demon girl who is stunning in the world.

With such a bewitching aura and this beautiful face, who else would it be in this world besides Lin Yuhan?

Seeing this, a few gleams suddenly flashed in his godless eyes. He didn't say anything at the moment, just turned around tremblingly, and stumbled back in the direction he was walking from.

At this moment, Lin Yuhan suddenly shouted affectionately: "Brother Yang, is it you"?