"Hey! Fat Tiger!"

Xia Yi crossed the street with his cell phone and walked quickly to the opposite side. The signal on the phone was weak and strong, and he could still hear the sound of running water. The person who asked for help was his childhood friend, but he was a welfare dean. He often sneaked out to hang out and play with him. Now he is sitting near the cheap house he rented.

"...... Lao Yi... I'm... the alley where I was knocked out when I collected waste last time, the second sewer wellhead." The phone was intermittent and Xia Yi also found the alley and looked around, "There is no sewer manhole cover you mentioned."

"...below your feet." A weak voice floated under your phone.

Xia Yi put down his cell phone and lowered his gaze. He saw a pair of resentful little eyes blinking at him from the manhole cover hole of the sewer, "Old Yi, brother is finally saved now. I don't know which bastard pressed the motorcycle on the manhole cover."

A heavy motorcycle was indeed parked next to it. The heavy front of the car was tilted, and the tire was pressed against the manhole cover. Xia Yi turned the front of the car and was locked. No one came to this alley often, and I don’t know which household upstairs came. I gritted my teeth and lifted the front of the car a little, moved it to the side, and then moved it away.

After a moment, Xia Yi gasped heavily against the seat. The manhole cover was loose and slowly pushed up. He squeaked to the side, and a big round face with black numb paint appeared, revealing two big yellow teeth, and laughed.

Then, his fat body came out of water and climbed onto the ground. A stench of rotten salted fish and boiled durian came to his face. Xia Yi hurriedly covered his mouth and nose. The fat man opposite was almost soaked, and half of his butt was exposed white outside. He pulled down his pants embarrassedly.

"Dezhu, have you changed your career and stole the manhole cover?" Xia Yi found a handkerchief and handed it to him.

"How could it be? I was cheated of it. I said there was a large piece of scrap iron under it. I came over to take a look. Not long after I went down, the manhole cover was covered..."

"It should be, it's not a greedy person."

Zhao Dezhu picked the rotten vegetable leaves on his head and threw them on the ground. He wiped his face. When he saw the lunch box in the plastic bag in Xia Yi's hand, he blinked: "Brother Yi, have you started cooking and brought it to eat? You don't seem to be used to it."

"Take it." Xia Yi handed over the lunch box that Xiaoyu gave him in the morning, and there was still a lot of rice left. The fat man over there was not polite, and he drank cold rice and cold dishes into his mouth, puffed up his cheeks and chewed, "Xiaoyu is so nice to you, just like my little flower."

"How long does it take for your Xiaohua to study abroad to return home?"

Pangpang's head shook, "I don't know, she is short of money anyway, so I'll earn it for her. It's not easy to support an international student. I didn't earn a penny today. I'll have to go to half a city to collect scrap tomorrow."

The two of them talked for a while, and Zhao Dezhu suddenly stopped the chopsticks, looked around, and whispered: "Lao Yi, brothers have a big project, let's do it, how about 50 points?"

"You damn badly care about the railway track outside. You can try prying it. We can't afford to tie it together." Xia Yi lit a cigarette with his motorcycle.

"I really think I'm stupid. I can't carry it even if I can't pry it!"

At this time, someone came over in the alley. Zhao Dezhu stopped talking for a moment. After the man left, he then followed the previous words again and made a gesture: "I will come to you at twelve o'clock tonight. Don't worry, my brother is just collecting rags and will never do anything illegal. You can accompany me to the next time."

Xia Yi let out a sip of cigarette, looked at him for a while, and nodded: "Okay, I'll go with you."

As soon as the words fell, an old man carried a basket down from the upstairs behind them. He looked at the dirty Zhao Dezhu with reading glasses, "You built the sewer? Otherwise, help me open the toilet at home? It's blocked for a few days, but no one came to him."

"Do you want to pay? One cent less than 25 yuan."

"It's so expensive, forget it."

"Then you don't want to have a penny more than 25 yuan."

"That's OK, come with me." The old man might not have a clever mind. He thought for a while and nodded, turned around and went back. The fat man quickly wiped his mouth and returned the lunch box to Xia Yi. "That's it."

After saying that, he hugged his pants and followed the old man upstairs. Xia Yi shook his head and chuckled, put the lunch box back into the plastic bag, and walked towards the house he rented. These streets are far from the center of the city, almost on the edge, and are in the direction of abandonment of urban development plans. They can be almost defined as urban villages or slums.

Fortunately, the electricity and water supply were still on, and the rent was not expensive, otherwise Xia Yi would not be able to rent it at all. Back on the street, he came to Xiaoyu's grocery store, and the girl was absent-mindedly guarding the container. Because of her eyes, she could not go anywhere, so she could only help with something in a familiar store.

"Thank you for your lunch box. Tomorrow is Saturday. I will rest, so I don't have to cook for me." Xia Yi came to the girl, handed over the lunch box, and looked inside from time to time. After all, she was twenty years old and had no money on her body. She rarely visited this business. Her self-esteem was a bit unreasonable. "If there is any inconvenience at home, I can help make some."

Before Xiaoyu could speak, a woman's voice came from the inner room behind her: "Oh, do you want to become a son-in-law so soon?"

"Don't pay attention to her, Brother Yi, what smells so bad on you?" Xiaoyu was afraid that his stepmother would hurt Xia Yi, so he quickly changed the topic.

"I saved a fat man trapped in the sewer today." Xia Yi smiled and waved, "It's okay, aunt said that because she cared for you. Then I'll leave first. If you have something to do, I'll shout upstairs. I'm at home."

In the shop, the woman kowtowed the melon seeds stuck her head out and shouted, "Don't worry, I will definitely come to you if I have something to do."

Xia Yi nodded with a smile, then walked into the dilapidated unit door, his expression gradually subsided. He opened the rented room and clenched his fists for a long time before he let go. "Take a deep breath... Xia Yi... you have to restrain... restrain..." He pinched the edge of the sink, looked at himself in the mirror, and muttered to himself for a while.

Time flows slowly, and there are all kinds of people sitting in rental houses. Sometimes there are violent movements of men and women, as well as domestic violence, as well as shrill screams, and of course, there are also children's joy and crying sounds, and all kinds of them.

"What's the noise--"

The sound of domestic violence on the other side became louder and louder. Xia Yi suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed something in the bathroom, and walked to the balcony. It was getting darker at this time. In the dilapidated residential building opposite, in the open window on the third floor, a man holding a stick cursed and beat a woman, and his shrill scream was coming out.

The next second, the glass was broken, and the man holding the stick fell to the ground with a slam, leaving only the woman holding her messy head and looking at the rubber lid of a toilet on the ground, turning on the floor. When her face was raised, she looked out, no one was seen there.

At this time, Xia Yi fell asleep in sweat. Not long after, Fat Tiger called.

....

The stars pave a galaxy in the dark night, and the bright moon hangs on the treetops, shining on the cold light of the green and darkness. Sometimes there are no waves of insects coming from among the weeds. A small path extends to the front, with bright lights shaking and creaking rust rubbing sounds.

"Fat Tiger, is this the big project you are talking about?" Xia Yi sat on the back seat of an old bicycle, shook the flashlight across the side of the road, and the red brick wall with four big words "Family Plan" written on it. Going forward, the shadow of the moonlight intertwined to form the outline of a factory, like a giant squatting beast, waiting to reveal its hideousness.

Zhao Dezhu was staring hard at his feet, sweating heavily on his face, and a simple T-shirt was so wet. He panted and turned around: "Lao Yi, I've inquired a long time ago. This factory went bankrupt last year, and many things inside had not been moved out."

Xia Yi frowned: "Fatty, this is not a thief, you need to be sentenced."

"I'm even less courageous than you!" The bicycle drove down the slope and stopped in the ditches for sewage discharge. Zhao Dezhu squatted on the ground and wiped his sweat. "...I'll go in and get some small parts and sell some copper and iron coins. Lao Yi, just wait for me outside. The sewage discharge is so bad, don't go in."

"Okay, don't be greedy."

"I'm definitely not greedy, otherwise I'd have gone to pry the train tracks long ago." The fat man got up from the ground, took a linen pocket from the bicycle, threw it on his belt, took a flashlight and drilled into the dry sewage pipe there. The light disappeared from the pipe entrance soon.

Losing the voices of the people, the insects started to scream happily again. Xia Yi lit a cigarette and turned around. He could still see many fields in the moonlight. After coming to this city, he did not wander around like a fat man. He was very regular in the martial arts hall and rental houses, trying to prevent himself from causing too much trouble.

When his thoughts were floating.

Wow—
Chapter completed!