Xie Purou felt that M80 had fallen silent and stopped asking questions, and she felt happy and at ease.
My eyes fell on the screen and I kept adjusting the details.
She planned to build the factory within the next two days. Whether it would be profitable was another matter, but redeeming the fool Tongzi was also a real concern. And most importantly, she wanted to show it to the Central Base.
She was working hard on the road day and night, while Qingqing on the other side closed his eyes and fell into another sleep when he passed by her.
This was his third dream. It was the same people, the same child's voice, the same...demon...
"You idiot, how dare you complain?" The little boy who bullied him the most slapped him and spat in his face.
"Your grandma is dead, who else can protect you?"
"Your only relative died trying to stand up for you, and you dare to complain? This is what will happen to you and that old man!"
Qingche's eyes were extremely red and swollen, having been hit repeatedly by the children in front of him.
Before, I was concerned that he had a family, so I didn't dare to do it too obviously even if I took action.
But now... ?
Haha, who would care if a beggar without family or home had wounds on his body? Even if he went to complain again, what would happen? Would anyone pay attention to him?
"Don't even think about complaining to the teacher again, or you and your damn grandma will die together."
'Qingqing': "It's you? You guys? You killed my grandma?"
The voice next to him laughed even harder after hearing what he said, "What do you mean we harmed you?"
"But she heard you complain and wanted to go to the police station to call the police to arrest us."
"We were just promoting good deeds and helped her cross the street. Can you blame us for that?"
"If you want to blame someone, blame her for not knowing to keep up when we let go of her hands. She deserved to be hit by a car! Hahahahaha"
"Your grandma was so fragile, just a bunch of old bones. She made a creaking sound when she died."
A boy looked around to see if there was anyone around, so he approached Qingche and said to him, "She didn't die when she was crushed under the truck, but the truck driver was afraid she might still be breathing, so he reversed and ran her over to death, hahahahahahaha."
"She stared at me when she died. What good was that? Could she see clearly with those eyes?"
Qingche only felt himself struggling in pain, and he could even hear the sound of his own resistance...
His whole body was shaking like a sieve as he was punched and kicked again and again, countless punches and kicks falling on him like raindrops.
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