Eighty-seventh bowl of soup (3)
Qing Huan actually wanted to go with a middle-aged man, but she was worried about the boy. Her gaze flicked back and forth between the two of them for a while, and she asked the middle-aged man, "Uncle, can you wait for me?"
"certainly."
She da da da ran to the boy, and took down the small bag containing money that he wanted to give him earlier but he didn't want it. It happened that the boy was sitting on the ground. This time she could reach it, and hung it around the boy's neck. "Brother, wait for me here, uncle and I will go get things and be back soon~"
She didn't think it was strange at all, because it had happened many times before. The children would meet some kind-hearted people outside who donated bedding, clothes, books and the like, so for them, there were more good people than bad people. . So for this middle-aged uncle who seemed very amiable, Qing Huan never thought of any danger at all.
The young man raised one eye, his other eye was not healed and was still wrapped in gauze, Qing Huan bent over and smiled at him with his hands behind his back, then waved at the young man amidst the urging voice of the middle-aged man , followed behind the man.
Soon, he disappeared from the boy.
How stupid and naive.
That man exuded an ugly and dirty aura, and his eyes were filled with turbidity and lust. That idiot is going to suffer.
But.
The boy sat on the spot for more than ten seconds, and finally stood up. He didn't want to take care of it. It's better to let that idiot suffer a lot. He probably won't dare to pester him anymore. The smile on that little face Well, innocent or not, they will disappear from now on and become the same darkness as him. In that case... Really think about it, it makes people feel excited.
He wanted to see this result with 1.2 million points of malice.
But he still stood up and ran towards the direction where the middle-aged man turned. While running, he scolded himself in his heart. He didn't want to take care of this matter at all, so why did he ask for trouble? That man looks like a rich man in his clothes, why would he go against someone like that? It's her own stupidity that is so stupid that it's none of his business? Wishful thinking to pester him, wishful thinking to buy him drinks, wishful thinking to give him his own food, wishful thinking to treat him well - all this is not what he begged, it was her initiative!
The boy chased him to the intersection, and there was a wide road in front of him, and a very narrow alley opposite, with a red car parked beside the road.
The man had a neat suit, shiny leather shoes and spotless shoes, and he still wore a wedding ring on the ring finger of his left hand. When he bent down to caress Qing Huan, the young man caught a glimpse of the work card in his pocket. Although he didn't see the name clearly, he saw the small line on the top, which was the name of an elementary school. When talking to Qing Huan, the man's habitual movements and tone, as well as his right thumb, index finger and middle finger have thick calluses. His occupation should be a leader, because it is impossible for ordinary teachers to use chalk to make their suits so clean.
Such intellectuals value face more than anything else. So he won't take her home or school, because that is likely to be discovered by his unknown hobby. In this case...
There was a sound of rapid brakes, and the teenager, who ignored the traffic lights, jumped over the passing vehicles and ran into the narrow alley where the red car was parked.
His speed is so fast that he doesn't look like a human being, let alone a boy of his age.
It's a dead end alley with lots of trash cans at the end and it stinks to the sky. If a crime is committed in such a place, no one will find out, because this is the dark and dirty side of this wonderful city, homeless and beggars are oppressed in the sewers and underground bridges, they are not allowed to appear in the light In a beautiful city, like a wild dog without an owner, existence only stains the city.
Just for a moment when he hesitated, the little girl was crushed under the middle-aged man in a panic and helpless.
This dead fat pig weighed about two hundred catties, and Qing Huan was malnourished, probably less than a fraction of his weight, like a wild boar pressing down on a delicate little rabbit, wretched and greedy.
The boy's footsteps were extremely light, and there was no sound at all when he stepped on the ground. He picked up a brick on the ground and smashed it down mercilessly.
The man let out a scream, and the boy kicked him away with astonishing strength. He first pulled Qing Huan up from the ground, she was trembling with fright, and grabbed the hem of his clothes. The young man who wanted to push her aside to beat someone had no choice but to carry her on his back, which did not prevent him from swinging the brick in the slightest. In the blink of an eye, the middle-aged man had been beaten with less breath and more breath.
"Close your eyes." The boy bent down and took out the wallet and mobile phone from the man's coat, then unlocked the fingerprint lock with his hand, and took a few pictures of the man whose pants were down to his ankles, with a clear face.
Then he smiled maliciously, raised one foot, and stepped on it hard.
The man couldn't even scream this time, he let out a muffled grunt, and passed out completely.
The boy took away the man's work permit and the ID card in his wallet, and by the way used the other's fingerprint to change the password of the phone, turned around and left without Qing Huan on his back.
The little girl hugged his neck tightly, and he said impatiently, "Are you going to strangle me to death?"
She trembled and relaxed a little, then hugged tightly again. But even at this time, she didn't shed a single tear. The young man listened carefully, only to realize that she had been muttering "not afraid".
How could it be possible not to be afraid.
"Do you want to cry?"
He asked while walking behind her back.
Qing Huan sniffed and shook her head.
"Will you still go with strangers in the future?"
She continued shaking her head.
The boy pursed his lips, annoyed that he still came to save her in the end, and felt some strange emotions in his heart, and these emotions were all brought about by her. "Cry if you want to cry, I won't tell anyone."
Qing Huan sobbed, and buried her face in the boy's thin but safe back. Soon the boy noticed that his clothes were wet. He carried her all the way back to the place where the bracelets were sold, and the car was still there. Because she kept crying on his back, he took out a note from a middle-aged man and went to an old man's stall to buy a three-yuan rainbow cotton candy.
He wanted to put her down, but she hugged his neck tightly and refused to let go. The boy raised the marshmallow without looking back: "Do you want to eat?"
From the reflective glass in front of him, he saw a pair of big wet deer-like eyes, opened timidly, looked at the candy in his hand timidly, and then stretched out his hand timidly... When it was too late, the boy quickly He retracted the raised marshmallow, put it near his mouth and tore off a large piece, eating a third of it in an instant.
Qing Huan was dumbfounded.
"Come down and give it to you."
"No." She immediately hugged him even tighter, almost strangling the boy to death.
A fool who doesn't like oil and salt.
His voice was hard and cold: "No more, I'll hug you."
Qing Huan bit her ruddy mouth and thought for a few seconds. This time the young man kept his word, and after sitting cross-legged on the ground, Qing Huan automatically crawled into his arms, wrapped his arms around his waist, and stretched out her other hand to the stick that was left behind. A third of the marshmallow, as the teen tore another big bite when she hesitated.
When she got the candy as she wished, she nestled in the boy's arms and ate it, her body was still trembling, but she stopped crying.
Stupid is a bit stupid, but brave is a bit too much.
The exposed black eyes are deep and terrifying, like wild animals, not like underage children. The people coming and going on the street couldn't help but look here. The little girl carved in powder and jade, her two little paws are not as big as cotton candy, and she is very cute holding the candy and biting it in small bites. Holding her The half-year-old boy was also handsome and good-looking, but his head was covered with gauze and one eye was covered. This strange combination was very eye-catching, and then someone came up to ask the price. Unlike Qing Huan, who was fifty cents a piece, the boy opened his mouth and said five dollars.
Before Qing Huan could correct it, the buyer had already paid for it.
She was a little dazed, five yuan...could it be sold ten times as much? !
The boy hugged her and sold out all the bracelet beads, then he opened his wallet, counted out a large part and stuffed it into his trouser pocket. Seeing Qing Huan staring blankly, he asked ferociously, "What are you looking at?"
She shook her head hastily. The boy threatened her, "Don't tell anyone."
Qing Huan nodded obediently.
His stinky face is better now, and the net profit of four or five yuan per strip has become his private house. It is absolutely impossible to have no money in this world, but what use is this little money? I can't even afford the coat of the fat pig just now.
I don't know if it's because children are forgetful, but after they returned to the orphanage, Qing Huan could no longer see the fear they had before. There was no trace of crying on her face, and once she arrived at the orphanage, she had her usual contagious smile again.
The young man sat in the corner, watching her graciously handing the small bag to the dean without leaving a dime for himself. After the dean smiled and praised her a few words, he gave her a coin. Then she ran towards him in the corner, held up a one-yuan coin in both hands, and said happily, "Brother, here you are."
Maybe it was because he hid money before and thought he liked it.
The boy didn't refuse and accepted it. Then when Qing Huan habitually didn't dare to approach him and was about to sit down far away from him, she stretched out her hand and pulled her into her arms. Although she was only eleven years old, she was tall and long-legged, with her long legs stretched forward. , and wrapped Qing Huan in his arms. She is small and occupies even less space, fitting just right into his arms.
Then the little guy just giggled.
The boy wiped her little face with his thumb, and he arrived in time. Apart from seeing the dirty things, she was not hurt in any way, except for a small red patch on her face that was pinched.