The city is full of traffic, there are Mercedes-Benz cars and lively crowds everywhere.
I want to find a job, I want to survive, I don't read much, and I don't know what recruitment is. I go to one store after another to ask, but no one wants me.
I'm only 16 years old, I'm dry and shriveled, I look like I'm 14 years old, I don't have an ID card, and they dare not use me because child labor is against the law.
I walked on the street all day, and the shoes that didn't fit my feet caused a lot of blisters on my feet. Some of the blisters burst, and the skin and flesh stuck to the hard shoes, which was painful.
At night, I finally couldn't bear the hunger, so I bought two big white steamed buns. I was so hungry that I almost devoured the two big white steamed buns.
After I finished eating, I still felt hungry. I looked at the steaming buns in the bun shop and had my first dream in my life.
I want to be a bun seller.
It was getting dark soon, but the neon lights in the city were still colorful and beautiful, illuminating the night as brightly as the day.
I picked up some old newspapers that others didn't want on the side of the road, and found a bridge hole to spend the night.
There are many homeless people living under the bridge hole, and the cold wind is blowing. I wrapped up the old clothes on my body tightly. After spreading the newspapers, I wrapped the remaining old clothes around my body and shrank into a ball. Maybe I was too tired. Yes, I fell asleep in a daze.
Sleeping in the middle of the night, I suddenly woke up from the cold. I looked down and saw that the old clothes on my body were gone, and a homeless man not far away was wrapped in my old clothes.
The homeless man found that I was looking at him, looked at me vigilantly and viciously, and punched me viciously a few times. I remembered those homeless men at the bus station, their injuries were still aching, and I hurried I touched the money hidden next to my body, but luckily they were still there.
The cold wind was blowing on my forehead, and I felt light-headed for a while. I didn't have any old clothes to shield me from the wind and rain. I was so cold that I was shivering all over, and my teeth were chattering.
I can't sleep here, or I will die here. I got up, and my feet were so sore that I almost fell to my knees. The blisters stuck to the shoes, and I could hardly walk.
I gritted my teeth, and tears flowed down unconsciously.
The world outside is too dangerous. As soon as I entered the city, I was cheated out of my money and almost lost my virginity. Now I can’t even afford a full meal, and I don’t even have a tile to shelter from the wind and rain. Sleep under this bridge hole.
I just want to live, but why is it so difficult
At this time, a pair of dirty and dark hands held a pair of old red cotton slippers and handed them to me. The cotton slippers were dirty and covered with greasy black stains, but I felt that they belonged to the world. Best looking slippers ever.
I followed these hands and looked over. She was unkempt, with a dirty smirk on her face, stinky saliva still dripping from the corner of her mouth, and she was wrapped in a few old and torn clothes, with her shoulders and back exposed. A large piece of black cotton came.
Her name is Cuilan, she is a crazy woman, her speech is slurred, and she heard from other homeless people that she was married before, but unfortunately her husband died early, her father-in-law wanted to rape her, but she was beaten by her mother-in-law, who led someone to arrest her She was injured and thrown out, and since then she has been living on the streets, calling everyone "Jian Hai Jian Hai".
Jianhai is her dead husband.
She gave me old cotton slippers and repeated in her mouth: "Wear... wear..."
She was barefoot, I didn't want her old cotton slippers, I took out 10 yuan from my close-fitting pocket and stuffed it into her hand, she hurriedly pushed me away, shook her head vigorously, and shouted something eagerly, I Can't understand what she's saying.
At this time, several homeless men surrounded me, one of them took the 10 yuan from my hand fiercely, and then roughly pulled my hair, and the other two homeless men searched me violently. with.
I suddenly realized that they were stealing my money!
I later learned that what they did was called robbery.
Cuilan tightly hugged the homeless man, yelling something, and the homeless man impatiently kicked Cuilan's heart, yelling fiercely: "Damn it! Get away from me! Believe it or not, I will kill you!"
A homeless man next to him grinned, went over and dragged Cuilan to the ground, and began to tear Cuilan's clothes roughly.
Cuilan is stupid, but some memories will never be erased. She resisted desperately, but the homeless man slapped her fiercely, grabbed her head and hit the ground hard.
I saw blood flowing from Cuilan's black and knotted hair, the homeless man laughed crazily, turned Cuilan over, then pulled off Cuilan's pants, and then took off his own pants, Lie on Cuilan's body and shake.
I felt the bones of my body rattling inch by inch, and the great despair completely overwhelmed me.
I suddenly remembered a sentence that Sister Feng said to me, and I deeply understood it in an instant.
"If you want not to be bullied, then you have to become a master. If you want to become more powerful than them, no one will dare to bully you. Crying is useless."
Several homeless men not only robbed me of all my money, but also punched and kicked me, threatening me not to call the police, or they would beat me to death.
I gritted my teeth, and in this long cold night, I dragged my wounded body, hunched over and staggered forward step by step.
I don't want to die, I want to live, I want to become a master, no matter what method I use!