In the hazy morning light, Wan Qiu opened his eyes on the single bed in the small room of the old 70-square-meter building, glanced at the sky, and looked up at the alarm clock above his head.
There were still ten minutes left before the alarm went off, so Wan Qiu turned off the alarm.
The bedding and sheets were all neatly folded, the shabby little desk was spotlessly clean, and the stool was neatly placed under the desk.
Wan Qiu glanced at the large bedroom with the door open. His mother Ning Qiaozhen was still sleeping soundly. He was alone, and his father still hadn't come back last night.
Wan Qiu tiptoed and closed the bedroom door to avoid disturbing her.
After washing up, I opened the old small refrigerator. The snow-white light illuminated the refrigerator, which was empty.
I reminded my mother yesterday that the refrigerator was empty, but obviously she didn't take it seriously.
Wan Qiu knew very well what was in the house, and there was nothing to make breakfast with.
Wan Qiu returned to his small room, took out a worn five-yuan note from the neatly arranged pile of money under his bed, and left the house with the money.
The weather has been bad these two days, with a strong wind. It's a little cold even in summer, so he wore long sleeves today.
Wan Qiu's hair, which had not been cut for a month after the summer vacation began, had grown a little long and was blown into a mess by the wind.
He put the hood on, but there was no drawstring to keep it from falling off, so Wan Qiu could only hold it down with one hand.
There was a low-key black vehicle that started slowly after Wan Qiu moved forward and followed behind Wan Qiu not far away.
Wan Qiu brought out a crumpled plastic bag and looked through a passing trash can, but unfortunately he found nothing.
The weather is too cold, and most people wouldn't throw beverage bottles in this kind of weather.
Wan Qiu clenched the five dollars in his pocket again. He was going to use the five dollars to buy some ingredients at the morning market and make breakfast before his mother woke up.
Suddenly, the sound of a plastic bottle rolling in the wind caught Wan Qiu's attention.
Across the street, a large bottle of iced tea rolled over and hit the curb, sliding continuously.
There were not many vehicles on the one-way street in the dilapidated old city in the morning, and there were no road signs, so basically everyone just crossed the road.
Because of the wind, Wan Qiu didn't look around carefully and walked towards the empty beverage bottle.
Didi——
A shrill whistle and a sudden brake sound suddenly came from his ears. Wan Qiu felt his arm being scraped hard. He subconsciously dodged and fell backwards.
The car stopped, Wan Qiu leaned on the edge of the road with his hands, looking ahead blankly.
The black vehicle that had been following quietly stopped and two tall and strong adult men got out of the car.
"Damn it! How could there be a car accident all of a sudden?" One of the men quickly came to Wan Qiu's side, half-knelt down and said to him anxiously, "Hey, kid, are you okay? Are you okay?"
Wan Qiu looked at the man in front of him. Although he had a fierce look on his face, his eyes were full of anxiety.
"How are you?" The man in front of Wan Qiu was very cautious. "Where does it hurt? Is your leg okay? Hey, kid, say something."
The man was obviously getting impatient because he didn't get Wan Qiu's answer.
Wan Qiu lowered his head and looked at his elbow. The sleeve of his long-sleeved hoodie was rubbed by the vehicle, leaving a hole, and blood was flowing down his arm.
There were some scratches on the skin where my palms were resting on the ground, and there was pain in my wrists.
"It's bleeding, damn it, don't move, I'll take you to the hospital."
The man looked so flustered that he didn't even seem to be treating a stranger. He suddenly picked up Wan Qiu and carried him sideways, as lightly as if he was holding up a feather.
Wan Qiu was placed in the passenger seat. When the man was about to fasten his seat belt, he finally reacted and pushed the man away.
The force was not strong, but the man stopped.
"I'm fine." Wan Qiu's voice was immature and had not yet reached the voice change stage. It was hard to tell whether it was male or female, but it was very calm. "It's just a minor injury."
"You're bleeding, how can it be a minor injury?" The man saw that Wan Qiu's sleeve was wet with red blood.
Wan Qiu shook his head and covered the wound with his hand: "The bleeding will stop soon at this level."
To this extent? The man frowned. This sentence sounded unpleasant. Could it be that this child was often injured and didn't even take such an injury seriously?
"It's so dirty here, and the street is full of oil left by street vendors. It will be troublesome once the wound gets infected." The ferocious man reached out and put Wan Qiu's hand down, and frowned slightly as he put his arm around the thin wrist that seemed to be easily broken.
"I don't have any money." Wan Qiu refused firmly, and after thinking for a while he added, "Mom doesn't have any money either."
"I paid for you, you need to go to the hospital now," the man said.
"I don't know you." Wan Qiu wanted to get out of the passenger seat, but his thin and underdeveloped body was no match for an adult male.
"If you don't trust me, I can help you call the emergency number and have an ambulance pick you up." The man said directly.
Wan Qiu suddenly hesitated. Does the emergency call have to be paid?
He has no money.
But while Wan Qiu was hesitating, the vehicle had already started moving.
The other blond man rushed directly to the driver of the car accident and angrily opened the car door: "How the hell do you drive? You drive on such a narrow one-way street without even looking at other people? What if you hit someone, fuck..."
The perpetrator was a thin taxi driver, who was scolded fiercely by the tall and strong blond man. He explained in panic and fear: "I... I am not..."
Seeing that his companion had already carried Wan Qiu to the passenger seat and was preparing to take him to the hospital, the yellow-haired man immediately got on the passenger seat of the taxi.
"Follow me, follow the car in front!" The other man shouted at the taxi driver fiercely, cursing angrily, "It's fatal. If that's really the boss's son, then we..."
The yellow-haired man dialed a number, and the other party quickly picked up: "Hello?"
"Boss, the kid was in a car accident, it seems a bit serious, we are sending him to the hospital." The yellow-haired man's originally vicious voice sounded much more respectful after the call was connected, "Yeah, yes, a minor car accident, it seems that he only suffered minor injuries... Do you want to come over... I know, I'll give you the address..."
The taxi driver listened to the yellow-haired man's words. Although he didn't know what the "boss" on the phone said, looking at the other party's angry and annoyed expression, his intuition told him that this minor car accident might very well turn into a big disaster.
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