Eighty-seventh bowl of soup (3)

Qing Huan actually wanted to go with the middle-aged man, but she couldn't worry about being a teenager. Her gaze hesitated for a while back and forth between the two people, and asked the middle-aged man: "Can you wait for me, uncle?"

"of course."

She dashed to the boy's side, took down the small bag that he wanted to give him but didn't want to hold money, and it happened that the boy was sitting on the ground. This time she could reach it and hung it on the boy's neck. "Brother, you are waiting for me here, uncle and I will go get things and will be back soon~"

She didn't think it was strange at all, because there had been such things many times before, and children would meet some kind people outside donating bedding, clothes, books and the like. Therefore, for them, there are more good people than bad people. . So for this middle-aged uncle who looks very amiable, Qing Huan never thought about the danger at all.

The young man raised one eye. His other eye has not healed yet, and it is still wrapped in gauze. Qing Huan's hands are not behind him, bending over to smile at him, and then waving to the young man in the middle-aged man's urging sound , Followed behind the man.

Soon, he disappeared from the boy.

It's really stupid and naive.

The man had an ugly and dirty breath, and his eyes were full of turbidity and lust. That idiot is going to suffer.

but.

The young man sat on the spot for more than ten seconds, and finally stood up. He didn't want to worry about it. It's better to let the idiot suffer. He should not dare to pester him anymore. The smile on that little face is also Good, naive or innocent, will disappear from now on and become the same darkness as him. In that case...I 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 in the direction that the middle-aged man turned. While running and cursing in my heart, I don't want to care about this matter at all, why bother to ask for trouble? That man looks like a rich man when he is dressed, why should he be right with such a person? She was so stupid that she was so stupid, what was his business? Wishful thinking to pester him, wishing to buy him a drink, wishing to give him his own meal, wishing to be kind to him-this is not what he asked for, she took the initiative!

The boy chased to the intersection. There was a wide road in front of him. There was a very narrow alley on the opposite side. A red car was parked on the side of the road.

The man in a suit and shoes was spotless, and he was wearing a wedding ring on the ring finger of his left hand. When he bent over to touch Qinghuan, the teenager caught a glimpse of the work permit in his pocket. Although he did not see his name clearly, he saw the top line of words, which was the name of an elementary school. When talking to Qinghuan, the man's habitual movements and tone, as well as thick calluses on his right thumb, index finger and middle finger, should be a leader by profession, because ordinary teachers can't make a suit so clean with chalk.

Such intellectuals value face more than anything else. So he will not take her home or school, because it is very likely that he will be found out of his unknown hobbies. In that case...

There were bursts of rapid brakes, and the boy ignoring the traffic lights jumped straight over the traffic and ran into the narrow alley where the red car stopped.

His speed is very fast, it is hardly like a human being, much less like a teenager his age.

This is a dead alley, with many trash cans piled at the end, and it smells like heaven. If you commit a crime in such a place, no one will find out, because here is the dark and dirty side of this wonderful city. Homeless people and beggars are oppressed by sewers and underground bridges. They are not allowed to appear in the light. In a beautiful city, like a wild dog without an owner, the existence only stains the city.

Only for the moment he hesitated, the little girl had been crushed and helplessly under the middle-aged man.

This dead fat pig weighed about two hundred catties. Qinghuan was malnourished, and probably less than a fraction of his weight. It was like a wild boar pressing a delicate little rabbit, wretched and greedy.

The teenager's footsteps were extremely light, and there was no sound when he stepped on the ground. He picked up a brick on the ground and smashed it down mercilessly.

The man screamed, and the boy kicked him away with amazing strength. He first pulled Qing Huan up from the ground, and she was trembling with fear, clutching the corner of his clothes stubbornly. The boy who wanted to push her aside to beat others had to carry her on his back, which did not hinder his move of making bricks. In the blink of an eye, the middle-aged man had been beaten by the air intake and vented a lot.

"Close your eyes." The boy bent over and took out the wallet and cell phone from the man's jacket, then used the man's hand to unlock the fingerprint lock, and took a few pictures of the man whose pants had fallen 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 snorted and fainted completely.

The teenager 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, and turned around with Qinghuan 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 loosened a little, then hugged her tightly again. But even at this time, she didn't shed a single tear. The teenager listened carefully and realized that she had been chanting "not afraid".

How could it not be afraid.

"Want to cry?"

He asked as he walked with her on his back.

Qing Huan sniffed and shook her head.

"Will you go with strangers in the future?"

She continued to shake her head.

The boy cast aside his mouth, annoyed that he would come to save her in the end, and felt that there were some strange emotions in his heart, and these emotions were brought by her. "Cry if you want, I won't tell anyone."

Qing Huan choked and buried her face in the boy's thin but safe back. Soon the boy noticed that his clothes were wet, and he carried her all the way back to the place where the bracelet was sold, where the car was still there. Because she kept crying on his back, he took out a paper money from the middle-aged man, went to an old man's stall and bought a three-yuan rainbow marshmallow.

She wanted to put her down, but she clung to his neck and refused to let go. The young man raised up the marshmallow without looking back: "Can you eat it?"

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 stretched out his hand timidly... He quickly retracted the raised marshmallow, tore a large piece by his mouth, and ate a third of it in an instant.

Qing Huan suddenly looked dumbfounded.

"Come down, I'll give it to you."

"No." She hugged tighter immediately, almost strangling the boy to death.

The idiot who doesn't get in with oil and salt.

His voice was hard and cold: "Stop memorizing, I will hold you."

Qinghuan bit her ruddy mouth for a few seconds. This time the young man said something. After sitting cross-legged on the ground, Qinghuan automatically crawled into his arms, holding his waist with one hand, and reaching out to the one that was left. One-third of the cotton candy, because the teenager tore a big bite when she hesitated.

When she got the candy as she wished, she sipped her mouth in the arms of the teenager, still shaking, but she stopped crying.

Stupid is a bit stupid, but a bit too brave.

The exposed black eyes were deep and terrible, like wild beasts, where they looked like underage children. People coming and going on the street couldn't help but look over here. The little girl who was carved and jade made of powder, her two small paws were not as big as marshmallows. The bite and bite of her holding candy was very cute, and she hugged her. The half-year-old boy born is handsome and beautiful, but he is covered with gauze and blindfolded. This strange combination is very eye-catching. Then someone comes up to ask for the price. Unlike the five cents Qinghuan, the boy opens his mouth. Five yuan.

Before Qinghuan had time to correct it, the buyer had already paid for it.

She's a little bit dumb, five yuan...Can you sell it after ten times? !

The boy hugged her and sold out all the bracelet beads. Then he opened his wallet and counted out a large part of it and put it in his trouser pocket. Seeing Qing Huan staring blankly, he asked fiercely: "What are you looking at?"

She shook her head quickly. The boy threatened her and said, "Don't tell anyone."

Qing Huan nodded obediently.

His stinky face is better now. Every net profit of four and five dollars has become his private house. In this world, it is absolutely impossible to have no money, but what use can this little money do? Can't even afford the coat of the fat pig just now.

I don't know if the children are obsessed with sex. After they return to the orphanage, Qing Huan can no longer see the fear. There were no signs of crying on her face, and once she arrived at the orphanage, she showed the infectious smile as usual.

The boy sat in the corner and watched her eagerly handing out the small bag to the dean without leaving a dime for herself. The dean smiled and praised her and gave her a coin. Then she ran towards him in the corner, holding a one-yuan coin in both hands, and said happily: "Brother, here you are."

It may be that he had hidden money before, thinking he liked this thing.

The boy did not refuse and accepted. Then when Qinghuan habitually didn't dare to approach him and was about to sit down further 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, with two long legs stretched forward. , He encircled Qinghuan in his arms. She is small and occupies a smaller space, which fits in with his embrace.

Then this little bit smirked.

The teenager's thumb rubbed her little face, and he arrived in time. Apart from seeing the dirty things, she didn't suffer any harm except for a small blush on her face.