Su Wei and Zuo Jing looked at each other in silence, and the atmosphere in the room was very depressing for a while. After a while, Su Wei slowly said: "I don't blame you, I don't blame you."
These words made Zuo Jing cry uncontrollably. She covered her face, tears streaming down her face again. Dongdong snuggled next to her and said in a sweet voice: "Mom, why are you crying? Please don't cry, okay?"
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Zuo Jing didn't answer, she just turned her back silently and quietly wiped the tears from her face.
Su Wei looked at her back and said: "You try not to go out recently and interact less with people outside. When this storm is over, I will arrange a new residence and job for you. Don't think too much, protect you."
You and your children are the most important thing."
Zuo Jing choked with sobs and nodded. She did not dare to look into Su Wei's eyes, and she had no courage to ask about her father's current situation. Dongdong looked at her with big eyes on the side, holding her sleeves tightly with her little hands.
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Zuo Jing was upset, she suddenly shook off Dongdong's hand and walked quickly back to the bedroom.
Amber knew that Zuo Mingyang's matter would become a common concern for the two of them. She didn't know how to comfort her, so she could only say to Su Wei, who was standing beside her silently: "Have you eaten yet? I have learned a few new things recently.
A dish, do you want to try my cooking?"
Su Wei waved his hands and said: "No, no, let Wei Zhongyu be your test subject. I still remember the bitter melon fried noodles you made back then." His heavy expression disappeared in an instant and returned to his original state.
He has a playful and smiling face. Amber knows that he is a guy who will act extremely free and easy no matter how sensitive he is.
Su Wei walked to Dongdong, knelt down and said, "Uncle is leaving first. You have to be obedient and listen to mother and Aunt Hubo."
Dongdong nodded while fiddling with the TV remote control in his hand and said, "Okay, Dongdong, be good."
In the guest room, Zuo Jing was leaning against the door, quietly listening to Su Wei's voice outside. When the door closed, she quickly ran to the window and opened the curtains, looking at Su Wei with tearful eyes.
The retreating figure.
The text message ringtone suddenly rang. Zuo Jing opened the unread text message with trembling fingers and clenched her left hand tightly. "There is not much time left for you, you'd better make plans early."
She rubbed her hair helplessly and squatted down against the wall in despair. The road in front of her was too difficult. What choice should she make?
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At this time, the sky was getting darker, and an unkempt man was wandering on the street, holding a dirty cup in his hand. He shook the cup, and several coins inside collided with each other, making a crisp sound. He used
The hoarse voice said to the passers-by: "Okay, okay, okay!"
A young girl passing by looked at the skinny man and put a few banknotes into his cup with pity. The beggar bowed and said "thank you" and counted the coins in the cup as if he had found a treasure.
He looked at the bun shop not far away and swallowed his saliva. Today's dinner was finally settled. There were about seven or eight people in the queue. He stood cautiously at the end of the queue, lowering his head to avoid the disgusted looks around him.
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The beautiful, well-dressed woman in front of him leaned forward almost instinctively, fearing that his dirty clothes would rub against her. After about half a minute, she seemed to be tortured unbearably by the stench of the beggar's body.
She turned around and rolled her eyes, then walked away carrying her expensive bag.
The beggar looked at her back, silently shrinking his neck, as if curling his body into a ball, so that the people around him would not notice his presence. His clothes were thin and shabby, and they were torn in many places.
The hole was opened, exposing his cracked skin. When the cold night wind blew, it seemed as if it had directly blown over his bones, making him shiver with cold, and every joint seemed to be in pain.
It was finally his turn, and the aunt selling steamed buns didn't look very good. Because of his "visit", the queue had stopped growing early, and no one wanted to line up behind the dirty beggar.
Looking at the shabby and embarrassed beggar, the aunt couldn't bear it. She didn't say anything unpleasant, but just advised: "You are young and have hands and feet, why do you have to beg? Find a job as soon as possible to support yourself.
Come on, live a good life and don't be rejected by others wherever you go. The food you earn is better than relying on charity from others. You have a long life, and you can't live like this forever."
Hidden under the greasy, dirty and knotted beard and long hair, is indeed a relatively young face. Although it may have been a little more vicissitudes due to this difficult period, you can still judge the age of this beggar.
No more than forty years old.
The beggar seemed to choke up after hearing the words of the aunt selling steamed buns. He nodded in response, rubbed his eyes with the back of his dirty hands, and left holding the warm steamed buns.
He squatted in the corner and chewed the buns. This posture made his legs numb, but the rain on the ground had not dried yet, so he couldn't sit down on the ground.
How long had he lived in such a shabby and humble way? When will such days end? He swallowed the buns with big mouthfuls, choking until his chest felt tight, and tears fell down his gray face little by little.
Today, he has to go home again, no matter what, he has to get some savings or daily necessities. He doesn’t know if those terrible people will still be guarding his door. If they insist on pushing him to a dead end, then he
I had no choice but to take a desperate risk.
He has had enough of living like this. He wants to live and live with dignity.
The young beggar took out the little change he had left from his pocket and walked to the bus stop.
An hour later, he finally arrived near his former residence, but he lingered around for a long time, not daring to get close easily. He bent over with extreme caution, observing the surrounding situation, and would be frightened to cover himself with his messy hair at the slightest movement.
s face.
After about twenty minutes of searching, he was convinced that there was no dangerous person nearby. He anxiously walked to the door of a villa and took out a bunch of keys from his dirty pocket.
He opened the door very slowly and leaned back slightly, as if he was ready to escape at any time. He stretched his neck carefully and looked at the situation inside the room. What was different from what he expected was that he thought
The home will be in a mess, with everything destroyed, but the furnishings will remain the same as before, and there will be no trace of a break-in.
He cautiously walked into the house, closed the door and locked it, then rushed into the bedroom and prepared to take out the belongings he had accumulated from the safe. Just as he was pressing the combination of the safe, a hand suddenly tapped him.
His shoulders. Before he even looked back to see who was coming, he collapsed on the ground in fear, his shoulders shaking constantly.
"Dendrobium, you're finally back. It's been really hard for me to wait for you."
