Northwest, the city of exile.
After nightfall, the city was full of brilliant lights and it was very noisy.
This noise has nothing to do with the New Year atmosphere.
No one celebrates New Year in the city of exile.
The more lively the festival, the more chaotic the city of exile.
Because there are many people coming out to hang around, there will be more conflicts when there are more people.
People here fight if they don't agree with each other.
If you don’t hear that someone is dead again someday, then it’s not normal.
There was a faint noise in a dark and run-down roadway, a dirt house with a half-collapsed wall.
There is no light in the room, and I can't see what's going on inside, but occasionally people passing by the door of the room hear the sound inside, and they know what the people inside are doing.
After a while, a man in the room came out cursing and tidying up his clothes as he walked, "It's a bone, really fucking hands. It's only worth the price of two steamed buns!"
When he turned his head, the man glanced across another dark room, his eyes faintly flashed with fear, he spit on the ground fiercely, and walked away.
"Bring the steamed buns." In the dark room, a woman's hoarse voice came out, "Hurry up! Do you want to disobey me?"
On the opposite side of the broken house, a thin and thin figure staggered out, holding two steamed buns that had become cold in his hands, and walked numbly toward the next room.
The black hole room is like a monster's mouth, which can swallow people at any time. With the dim moonlight coming in through the window, one could vaguely see a person sitting on the innermost wooden bed. His figure was also thin and thin, and his eyes shone in the dim light. It was a frightening glance.
The whole room was filled with an unpleasant stench. The staggering woman seemed to be unable to smell it, dragging her dilapidated body, moving stiffly.
"Go hurry! Do you want to starve me to death? I tell you, if you dare to think about something, I will make you better than dead!" When the woman approached, the man on the bed grabbed the bun in her hand. Gobbled it, stuffing it in his mouth desperately.
Even if the steamed buns are cold and hard or even have a faintly rotten taste, they are also delicious to people who are hungry.
"Why is half missing? Do you dare to hide it?!" The steamed bun was too hard and dry, and choking her throat quickly. Shan Lai lifted her face and stared at the maid in front of her.
Half of his face was exposed to the dim moonlight, covered with abscesses, ugly and ferocious.
"The servant girl is hungry, and I ate half of it." The maid replied nonchalantly.
Snapped.
The slap fell on his face, the expected pain, the corners of the mouth overflowed with blood, and the maid lowered her head without saying a word.
As long as you don't speak, the beating and scolding will end soon.
"Eat it, you can't let you starve to death." Shan Lai laughed, her laughter was sharp and weird, making the hearts of the listeners frizzy.
A year of torture can crush anyone's arrogance and make people unrecognizable.
The two people in the room, whether it was Shanli or the maid, had changed.
One is as if the shell of hypocrisy has been stripped off, completely revealing the ugliness of its true appearance.
One has been smoothed out the edges and corners, and the last bit of kindness in his heart has also been erased.
In the corner, a pair of eyes quietly watched the scene before him, like a lifeless puppet, so quiet as if it didn't exist.
"Come here." The woman on the bed suddenly looked over here and said coldly.
With a slight noise, the person shrinking in the corner climbed up, and walked to the bed unsteadily, a small ball, surprisingly a child.
Very small and extremely thin.
Because of his skinny, almost skinny face, those empty eyes seemed too big to seep.
He was wrapped in a jacket that I didn't know where he picked it up. It grew to the calf, and underneath were bare feet.
"Want to eat?" Spread out the palm of her hand, in Shanlai's palm, there was a small piece of steamed buns, half a mouthful of the adult.
The baby's eyes fell on the woman's palm, and slowly stretched out her thin and dirty hand.
Shanlai's palm turned over and the steamed bun fell to the ground.
The baby's reaction was a little slow. After half a beat, he squatted down, picked up the bun and stuffed it into his mouth.
Chilled buns, put them in your mouth like biting a stone. Even if it is only a little bit, the little baby will have to bite for a long time before he can finish the bite.
"Oh!" The baby was choked, but did not spit out the food in his mouth.
His eyes were rounded, his small face turned purple, and his half-open mouth couldn't breathe, one by one.
The two adults didn't move, and stared coldly.
It's like watching an interesting drama.
It was not until the end that the little baby started rolling her eyes, and Shan Lai patted the little baby's back vigorously and followed his breath.
"Useless little beast. Take him away!"
The maid bent over and took the little baby's hand, half-dragging and half-dragging the little baby who was still panting, and dragged out of the wing.
Back to the broken house opposite, the maid shook her hand, and the little baby almost flew out, hitting the earth wall hard.
There is not much movement, even if the person on the other side hears it, he won't say anything.
The maid looked at the little baby with a cold eye, and was suffocated. It took a long time to relax, and then slowly climbed up and stood upright.
Don't cry or make trouble, don't beg for mercy.
There was nothing in those empty eyes, as if they knew everything, but also as if they didn't understand anything.
The maid walked over, took the torn clothes next to her, rolled it up in her hand, and slapped her on the baby's face.
This way there will be no sound, and the people in the opposite room will not be noisy.
The two-year-old baby couldn't bear the strength of an adult. He was beaten to the ground again and again, and got up again and again to stand back to his original position.
Letting the woman beat and pinch, drag and pull, even lift him up and throw him to the ground, he still climbed up again and again.
It's just that the movements are getting harder and harder and the reaction slower and slower.
In the end, the maid was tired, and she sat down on the ground, staring at the little baby who had always been standing in front of her, tears rushing out of her eyes and sliding down.
This is the little baby that she has sincerely distressed, and she has been carrying it since she was born.
Sometimes she even felt that she was more like the child's mother than the saint.
She was just a maid. She didn't miss anything, let alone hurt anyone. Why did she end up with such a result in the end
If there was no little baby in front of her back then, would she have been with the saint woman, would she not fall into the field like this
Betrayed oneself just to exchange two steamed buns.
It’s not my stomach that is full.
"Why... don't you die? Why don't you die?" She murmured in tears.
The little baby's eyes were too big and looked back at her quietly. After a long time, the thin black hands slowly lifted up and touched the woman's face, gently and awkwardly, wiping away her tears.
The maid was startled, trembling all over.
Finally, he took the little baby into his arms and sobbed sadly.
She didn't dare to cry even when she cried.
She hates it!
"Little bitch, it's time to go out for the New Year this year!"
"Firecrackers are set off outside on New Year's Day, and I have prepared something for you. I will let you taste it!"
"Hahaha! Quickly, drag people out!"
Outside the broken house, the footsteps were getting closer and closer together with unscrupulous laughter.
The maid's face paled instantly.