It was the darkest time before dawn. Yan Xixi walked a few steps along the street, but her steps staggered. Empty taxis passed by her one after another, and the drivers stuck their heads out: "Miss, take a taxi."
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She walked for a long time in confusion, and finally got into a taxi. Sitting in the back seat, she leaned against the back of the chair and closed her eyes tightly.
The phone finally rang, and it was Xu Xiaoya's crackling voice, "Xixi, what happened? Why did you leave suddenly? This time I was killed by you!"
"I'm sorry, Xiaoya..."
"Stop talking, the foreman is scolding me to death."
Yan Xixi was too tired to say a word. After a while, she hung up the phone silently.
Along the way, the taxi driver was chattering. Sometimes he said that he had developed prostatitis from working overtime and driving. At other times, he said that the taxi company was evil and charged very high fees. Every day he opened his eyes, he had to pay four to five hundred yuan to the company.
If you make the slightest mistake, your work for the whole day will be in vain, you will become sick from exhaustion, and you will only earn a few living expenses, which is boring...
Yan Xixi suddenly asked: "Master, if you are wronged and no one helps you to speak out, what will you do? Will it be effective to petition?"
"What, Miss, your house was demolished?"
Yan Xixi was noncommittal.
The driver laughed: "Miss, don't be naive and go to Beijing to petition? Are you crazy? Didn't you see what God said every day about the 'An Yuanding' security company? It specializes in intercepting and detaining petitioners from all over the country, not to detain you.
Putting you in a black jail means putting you in a mental hospital. Come on, petitioning has no purpose. I think ordinary people should live in poverty and swallow their anger. Just tolerate small grievances. There are really no big grievances. The only way to seek revenge is to seek revenge.
You just want to kill the person involved..."
Yan Xixi was shocked: Why can we only live humble and contented lives like dogs?
She opened her lips slightly, but no sound came out.
It was a very remote corner, surrounded by old houses that were waiting to be demolished. In order to obtain higher compensation, the nail-biting households used all their folk wisdom to resist, so that these old houses were temporarily preserved.
In order to prevent the house from being demolished, Lao Zhangtou and his wife "guarded the house full-time" for three years, 24 hours a day, and each of them was responsible for 12 hours.
There is a row of older attics behind the third floor, which is the home of Yan Xixi's mother and daughter. At first, the demolition department estimated that the compensation for this small and dilapidated attic would only be tens of thousands of yuan, which was not even enough for the mother's medical expenses. The mother and daughter gritted their teeth, how could they?
They refused to move.
During the day, she was white and rich in fake designer clothes - but at night, no one knew she lived in such a shabby place.
In the distance, there was still a light on in the attic. Yan Xixian stopped and looked at the figure reflected on the window, feeling a little warm in her heart. That was her mother, she was still waiting for her, and there might be a bowl of rice hot in the rice cooker.
Warm glutinous rice dumplings.
She rubbed her cold hands, quickened her pace and trotted, when she suddenly noticed a strange sound. She thought it was a strong wind at first, but she soon realized something was wrong. It was the sound of a rapid march, like the beginning of a secret battle.
She stopped in shock and hid behind a huge yellow jujube tree, not daring to move.
In front of him was the main house of his neighbor Lao Zhang's family. In the middle of the night, the dim lights suddenly came on. At this moment, Yan Xixian saw a scene that could only be seen in movies and TV series: a group of men in black almost fell from the sky.
They exerted pressure and carried thick backpacks on their backs, and air-dropped into the closed courtyard.
