It was the darkest time before dawn. Yan Xixi walked a few steps along the street, but staggered. Empty taxis passed by her, and the drivers poked their heads one after another: "Miss, take a taxi, Miss, take a taxi.
Is it?"
She walked in a daze for a long time and finally got into a taxi. She sat in the back of the chair, leaning against the back of the chair, her eyes tightly closed.
The phone finally rang, and it was Xu Xiaoya's crackling voice, "Xiaoxi, what happened? Why did you leave suddenly? I was killed by you this time!"
"Sorry, Xiaoya..."
"I won't say it anymore, the foreman scolded me to death."
Yan Xixi was so tired that she didn't want to say a word. After a while, she hung up the phone silently.
Along the way, the taxi drivers were talking, saying that they were tired of prostatitis when they worked overtime, and then they said that the taxi company was unhappy and charged very high fees. They had to pay four or five hundred yuan to the company every day when they opened their eyes.
If there is a slight mistake, I will work in vain in one day. I am tired and sick, but I will only earn a few living expenses and I am bored...
Yan Xixi suddenly asked: "Master, what would you do if you were wronged but no one would tell you about it? Will it be effective to go to petition?"
"Why, Miss, your house has been demolished?"
Yan Xixi didn't comment.
The driver smiled: "Miss, don't be naive, go to Beijing to petition? Are you crazy? Have you not seen the security company on the Internet saying "An Yuanding" every day? It is not your fault that you are specifically intercepted and detained petitioners from all over the country.
I am imprisoned in a black prison, and you are imprisoned in a mental hospital. Come on, there is a use for petitioning. I think that the young people should be content with poverty and be willing to swallow their anger. I will endure the small grievances. There are really any big grievances, and you can only rely on revenge.
I just want to kill the person involved..."
Yan Xixi was shocked: Why can we only live as humble as dogs?
She opened her lips slightly, but made no sound.
It was a very remote corner, surrounded by old houses waiting to be demolished. In order to obtain higher compensation, the nail households used up all their wisdom and resisted stubbornly, which allowed these old houses to be temporarily preserved.
In order to prevent the house from being stolen and demolished, Lao Zhang and his wife "maintained the house" for three years, 24 hours a day, and each of them was responsible for 12 hours.
There is a row of even older lofts behind the third floor, which is the home of Yan Xixi and his daughter. At the beginning, the demolition department assessed that the small attic was only compensated by a few thousand yuan, and even the mother's medical expenses were not enough. The mother and daughter gritted their teeth, how could they?
Unwilling to move.
During the day, she is a white and rich beauty dressed in fake brands - but at night, no one knows that she lives in such a shabby place.
The distance was the lights in the attic. Yan Xixi stopped and looked at the figure reflected on the window, and felt a little warm in her heart. It was her mother, she was still waiting for herself, and a bowl might be hot in the rice cooker.
Hot fermented glutinous rice dumplings.
She rubbed her cold hands, accelerated her pace and ran, and suddenly noticed a strange sound. She initially thought it was the wind, but soon realized something was wrong. It was the sound of a rushing march, just like the beginning of a secret battle.
She stopped in shock and hid behind a huge yellow tree, not daring to move.
In front of me was the house of the neighbor Lao Zhang's house. In the middle of the night, the dim light suddenly lit up. At this moment, Yan Xixi saw a scene that could only be seen in the film and television drama: a group of men in black almost fell from the sky.
They held their might and carried thick backpacks, and airdropped into the closed courtyard.