The narrow alley is sheltered from the wind and quiet, and he likes this kind of place where no one is disturbed.
Because as long as there are people, he will be spurned by others, and he will often be beaten when he meets someone with a bad temper.
He found some discarded newspapers in the alley, covered himself with weeds, and planned to spend the night like this.
This is much better than his winter. In the winter, it was freezing and snowy, and he couldn't find a place to keep warm. He almost died of freezing and starving several times.
But his vitality is tenacious, and God will not accept him.
Every time, when he was on the verge of death, he would miraculously survive.
Afterwards, he himself was surprised.
Could it be that this is his little luck of being abandoned by the heavens, not even wanting him to die.
That night, he thought he could sleep well at night without begging for food.
God seemed to see him having a good time. In the middle of the night, a few drunk men walked through the alley and discovered his existence.
He wanted to shrink his presence to avoid them, but he was discovered.
They humiliated him, beat him, vented, and pissed him in the face.
The sound of drizzling water rang in his ears, and the stench hit his nostrils.
This is definitely the first time in his life that he feels sick and no longer wants to eat. After those people left, he vomited even though his stomach was empty.
Finally, he crawled to the edge of the river to wash off the dirt on his body.
He even nearly drowned in the water because of his inconvenient legs and feet.
At this moment, what An Mingji felt on his face made the memories he didn't want to think of reappear in his mind, and his stomach churns rapidly.
Wanting to give him alms from an aunt in the morning, he vomited out half of the steamed buns in his stomach.
Gu Jin didn't notice anything wrong with him, the tears in her eyes fell on An Mingji's face drop by drop, and she couldn't stop it no matter what.
"vomit!"
An Mingji finally lost control.
With a dry groan, he spit out all the food that was not much in his stomach.
The dirt stained Gu Jin's clothes, and most of them were still sprayed on the ground.
What An Mingji spit out was half-digested, slightly yellowed steamed buns soaked in stomach water.
Regardless of the dirt on her clothes, Gu Jin fixed her eyes on An Mingji, her face flustered.
She hugged An Mingji tightly in her arms: "Xiao An, what's wrong with you, Xiao An?"
The voice is worried and heartbroken.
An Mingji's stomach was still rumbling.
Hearing Gu Jin's call to him, he got better strangely.
Ann
It's been a long time, no one has called him that.
He turned his head slowly, staring at Gu Jin with his dark and paranoid wolf-like eyes: "You know me?"
His voice was dry and hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.
Gu Jin nodded vigorously.
Yes, how could she not know him.
This is the child she held in her hands, loved, pampered, and carefully raised.
Gu Jin had thousands of words to say, but more and more people were watching.
She hugged An Mingji who was emaciated and emaciated in her arms, and walked quickly in one direction.
Gu Jin didn't know why she appeared here, and didn't know if there was another her here.
Now she just wants to find a place to stay, heal An Mingji's leg, give him a bath, and ask him what happened to him.
Wanhai City is still so familiar to Gu Jin.
But some places are indeed strange.
The Jiang family is the richest man in Wanhai City. They once built a residential building opposite Wanhai Middle School.
But now, it is deserted, only some small restaurants.
This is very different from what Gu Jin remembered.