When I was 16, I left the village for the first time.
That year, my grandmother died.
I was raised by my grandmother. My mother died of illness when I was 1.5 years old. As for my father, I have never seen him, and I don’t even know who he is.
After my grandma died, it meant that I had no relatives in this world.
That day, a kind elder sister in the village said that she would take me into the city to earn money. I thought about it, the farmland at home was too barren, and I was struggling to make ends meet throughout the year. I heard that gold was everywhere in the city, and it was easy to make money. Besides, I'm the only one left now, without any worries, so I agreed.
I packed up all my belongings, stuffed them into a rag bag, wrapped them in the ragged padded jacket my grandmother sewed for me stitch by thread, went to the town with my eldest sister, and got on the bus out of the city.
But when I got off the bus, the eldest sister disappeared, and the cloth bag, which contained a few worn clothes and 243 yuan and 80 cents, was all my savings.
It was raining lightly that day, and the world was foggy. When I came out of the station, my eyes were blank.
Penniless and unaccompanied, I didn't know what to do in the face of this impenetrable city made of steel and concrete.
There were people coming and going at the station, all of them were unfamiliar faces, and I didn’t know any of them. I wrapped up the smelly old cotton jacket I picked up, and I began to miss home.
However, I can't go back.
I huddled beside a dark trash can outside the bus station, and rummaged through the trash can like a thief. I was eager to find something to eat. After wandering around the station for a few days, I was already dizzy with hunger.
The contents of the trash can are not clean, but I just want to have a bite to eat now, so I don't care if it is clean or not.
Soon, I rummaged through and found a white plastic bag, in which were a few steamed steamed buns.
I held the Xiaolongbao I picked up like a treasure, and started to gobble it up, and the tears couldn't help but flow down at this time.
Because my family had no money, I only went to the 5th grade of primary school, but I know that only beggars will eat things in the trash can, and I am no different from a beggar now, but I don’t want to be a beggar, and I cry when I think of it Even worse, the tears were like strings of broken beads.
At this time, a few homeless men who came from somewhere beside me suddenly rushed up, and viciously knocked the xiaolongbao in my hand to the ground. With a grim face, they trampled the remaining xiaolongbao to pieces. I surrounded myself.
My hands were numb from their beatings. Standing in the small circle surrounded by them, I looked at the trampled buns on the ground in astonishment, my stomach growled, and I didn't know why they beat me.
It was already dark at this time, there were not many people coming and going at the station, and the passers-by were in a hurry, and no one noticed what happened to me. Or even if someone encounters it, they won't meddle in this nosy matter.
Although these homeless men were ragged and unkempt, they were all physically strong. I wanted to reason with them why they took away my steamed buns, but I stammered without saying a word.
I didn't dare to look at them, because of fear, I was trembling all over, and I clenched the corners of my clothes tightly with my oily and dark hands.
At this time, a few homeless men dragged me aside forcefully. Two of them grabbed my arms and kicked me hard without saying a word. I curled up in pain, sweating continuously. All the bones in my body hurt like they were about to fall apart.
I wanted to ask why they did this to me. I just picked up a few unwanted dumplings in the trash. I didn't steal or snatch them, but why did they beat me
But I dare not ask, I am cowardly and cowardly by nature, and there are so many of them, I am afraid that if I ask them, they will beat me more fiercely. I think they will stop beating me when they have had enough.
Thinking of this, I gritted my teeth tightly and dared not make a sound, but my whole body was in pain like being run over by a car and the bones were falling apart.
At this time, a disheveled homeless man was still angry, his eyes were burning with fire, and his body was filled with a foul smell. He grabbed my hair and slammed it against the wall fiercely, cursing viciously: "You stinky bitch, don't even look at whose territory this is! How dare you snatch food under my nose! I'm impatient to live! Let's see if I don't beat you to death today!"
Only then did I realize that in the city, even if it is a trash can, it is not easy to rummage through it.
This is the rule in the city, and at that time, I was as weak as a dog's tail, and I didn't know anything about this city full of money and desire.
The blood from the impact on my head flowed out, the pain was piercing, and the warm blood fell crazily from my forehead. I was hungry and in pain, and I felt that the world was spinning and the world was upside down.
And the homeless man kept hitting my head, and I couldn't hear what he was cursing.
I feel like I'm going to die.
Sister Feng appeared at this time.
She was dressed very coquettishly, with bright lipstick and fashionable big waves on her hair. In such a cold day, she was dressed very thinly, with a pair of proud breasts standing tall and straight. There is naked desire in people's eyes.
"Third brother, sell me some face and give her to me." When Sister Feng said this, her tone was as if she was buying a piece of meat.
In fact, she did mean that.
And when I fell into hell at that time, I was very grateful to her for saving me from the sea of suffering, but I didn't expect that she pushed me into another fire pit.