Seventy-fifth bowl of soup (2)

Qing Huan woke up from the nightmare, sweaty behind her back. She fumbled and turned on the bedside lamp, her heart full of dumbfounding.

After so many years, it was the first time that she dreamed of that not-so-good teenage period. To her now, the ordeal at that time was nothing at all. She got out of bed, poured a glass of red wine on the bar in the bedroom, and toasted herself a glass with the moonlight, and then drank it all in one go.

Why did you dream about it? It's probably because of the case that I just received today.

She runs a bar, but most of the time she doesn't stay in it, but walks around the world. I happened to be back a few days ago, and when I passed a garden, I heard the cry of forbearance.

She was a fourteen-year-old girl, she was very cute, and she was neatly dressed, but she didn't know why she was crying.

Qing Huan felt that she was not a good person, she was just curious, so she stopped and asked her why she was crying. The girl raised her head, gritted her teeth and said nothing, and ran away in a panic like a frightened deer.

interesting.

So she followed up, and years of professional career gave her endurance and perseverance that ordinary people don't have. She watched the little girl enter a mid-to-high-end community, followed by over the wall, and climbed to the 13th floor along the water pipe. When the little girl got home, she put down her schoolbag to do her homework, and then was called by a gentle woman to have dinner. Then the host of this house also came back and said hello with a smile. After the warm supper, the little girl returned to the room.

Then she did something very strange.

First, the door was locked, and then chairs, tables, etc. were moved to block it. It was terribly hot, but she didn't take a bath. Not only did it not wash, but also put on several coats, which were fastened tightly.

But all this is in vain. In the dark, the little girl lay on the bed, hugged her knees and looked at the door in terror.

Then, when the eleven o'clock bell rang, the door moved.

The furniture was staggering, and the kind-looking middle-aged man walked in. At this moment, he is completely different from the one at dinner. If he is a standard elder at dinner, then at this moment, he is a real beast.

Qing Huan watched all this coldly outside the window. Whether it's the numbness of girls or the familiarity of men, it shows that this is not the first time. She saw the light in the master bedroom, and the man returned to the master bedroom after venting. After talking to the woman for a while, he went to sleep.

The next morning, the girl woke up, dressed and packed herself as always, finished breakfast, said goodbye to my aunt and uncle, and walked out of the house.

She hid in the park again, and cried to the big tree while calling mom and dad. Qing Huan stood behind her and lit a cigarette, and then spit out the smoke ring indifferently, "What's the use of asking them? It's better to believe in the so-called gods."

Even the illusory gods that most likely do not exist are more trustworthy than their blood-related relatives.

The girl was taken aback and looked at her with teary eyes open. Qing Huan looked at her silly look, like a kitten, her naturally curly hair looked fluffy, soft and cute. The corners of her mouth raised unconsciously, and she reached out and rubbed her curls in the girl's horror, "Mom and Dad can't satisfy your wish, I'll help you."

Don’t you just want to stop suffering from all this again? It's very simple.

The girl tilted her head and looked at her puzzled. Qinghuan flipped through her schoolbag and took out a pen, and wrote her phone number in the palm of her hand, "tell me when you think about your wish."

Then she threw away half of the cigarettes she had smoked and threw them into the trash can.

Hmm...think about it, maybe it was three hours ago? So she only slept for three hours. Qing Huan checked the time. At half past nine in the evening, she was originally out at night. Recently, she is working hard to adjust her work and rest. "Hmm..." Stretched out comfortably, she smiled at herself reflected on the French windows, "It's time to be Santa Claus."

Putting on clothes that are easy to move, he tied his long curly hair into a ponytail, and picked a few weapons on his body at random. Qinghuan went out unrestrainedly.

It's half past nine in the evening, the time when most people's nightlife begins. Qinghuan is walking down the street. She is wearing ordinary sportswear, her face is painted with dark powder, her eyes are deliberately small, and she wears a pair of earthy red-framed glasses, which looks like the city The same as any thirty-year-old woman.

But no one knew how deadly she was.

At the intersection of traffic lights, the green light just turned on, a black car driver stepped on the accelerator, but the next second he suddenly felt something penetrated his ears, because it was too painful, so he subconsciously reached out to cover it, but the steering wheel Loose-Accompanied by the harsh braking sound, it was a very miserable traffic accident. A black car crashed into a large truck, and the driver died on the spot. The large truck was unscathed, only frightening the truck driver.

However, it was the car driver who turned his head on his own, and this responsibility was beyond the turn of others.

When the girl was taken to the police station by her aunt in a daze, she didn't know what was going on until she saw the smoking woman she had seen passing by. She wore a big red tight skirt today, revealing slender legs and deep gully. The twelve-centimeter red high heels are even more shocking.

Then she heard the policeman constantly apologizing to the woman: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Miss, I really accidentally admitted wrong——"

"Miss? Your whole family is a young lady! Is there a law that an old lady can't dress like this and stand on the street? Why do you wear a tight skirt to be a chicken? I think you have wiped out your brains! Have you been like this? The police?!"

The police kept apologizing with a bitter face, but thought in his heart, but your style is really alike...think about it, dressed like this with heavy make-up, standing in the red light district and winking at the men who come and go. Can't blame him for misunderstanding, OK? Who knows this is a thorny head. Since he entered the police station for more than two hours now, he has paid for so long. She is still dissatisfied. She cursed people without dirty words and didn't repeat the same sentence.

What a shame, what a shame.

"Forget it, if I am in a good mood today, I will forgive you. Next time I can put bright spots on my eyes, otherwise, don't blame my wife for complaining! I will poke you on the Internet! You will also make your police station famous at that time!"

The police continued to laugh, "Yes, yes, it is indeed my fault, little-ah no, you have a lot of beauty, let me go this time!"

The girl's gaze, Qinghuan, who stared here, of course also saw it. She smiled at the girl and made a mouth shape, probably: gift, do you like it?

The girl lowered her head. Qinghuan thought this action was very good. After all, the police around them who thought they were distressed could not see that the little girl whose parents had died and was living in her aunt's house, and was beloved by her aunt and her uncle, was hearing about her. After the news of his death, he smiled. That would be too impersonal.

But, human touch, what is that? Can you eat it?

With mercy, let go of the little policeman who was about to be ruined. Qing Huan shrugged and finally left the police station. The little policeman took off his hat and wiped his sweat. For the first time in his life, he met such a difficult woman... The colleague came to poke him, "Hey hey hey, Yanfu is not shallow. That beauty, hot enough, look at the breasts, at least this." He made a very awkward gesture. "Don't you think they were arrested as street girls because you were attracted to them? You have a lot of anti-pornographic routines."

Little policeman: "..." Do you believe that I said I was innocent? The beauty was leaning on the corner to hook him in plain clothes, her expression, her eyes and her movements were so terrible, they didn't see it, they would start to catch it when they saw it! absolute!

After leaving the police station, Qinghuan took off the sunglasses on her face and the long wine-red curly hair on her head, threw it in the trash can, and then took out a windbreaker from her bag and put it on, instantly becoming independent Intellectual mature white-collar workers.

Her grasp and grasp of human nature can be said to be thorough. The police in the old rivers and lakes have been deceived, let alone ordinary people? I happened to see a thief in jeans stealing a mobile phone from a young man's pocket. Qinghuan passed by him and walked along with the thief's wallet and mobile phone. Only when he took it in his hand and weighed it was he discovered that it was still famous. Brand, at least five or six thousand yuan.

The one he stole was a domestic brand, and it lasted less than two thousand.

Hey, this is life. She has lost her horse. She just wants the thief to understand this truth, and vice versa.

The next day she went to see the girl again and gave her a second big gift.

As a result, the girl’s aunt was overwhelmed with grief because of her husband’s death in a car accident. She rolled down the stairs and hit her head to become a vegetable. It spread all over the place in an instant, and she was also published in the newspaper. For a time, many kind-hearted people automatically donated money to the little girl, but the aunt and uncle had no children, and the house, car, and bank deposits became the girl’s property. She will not be able to earn anything in the future, and with this money, she will be able to live a chic and happy life for more than ten years.

Qinghuan once again felt that she was very kind, not only confiscated a dime, but also gave the girl such a gift.

The phone rang in the evening, and she picked it up lazily. On the other hand, the girl stammered in gratitude and said that she would give her all the money.

But what does she want that, she has it herself. So she just said: "You don't need to lock the door to sleep at night." Then she hung up the phone.

Who knows that the little girl refused to give up calling back again and again, and finally Qinghuan was annoyed by her, "I don't like money, I only like people, if you really want to repay me, sell yourself to me!"

But just this casual sentence created her nightmare from this day on.