“You look young, so stop hanging around on the street.” Seeing that Lu Shu was wolfing down his food, the vendor said, “There are a lot of homeless people in the bridge hole over there. You can ask them for some clothes to wear… Alas, I can’t care less. My mother is still waiting for money for medicine. I’m leaving now.”
The burden of life makes people breathless. There is no extra kindness in the city. Instead of pitying others, it is better to pity yourself.
Lu Shu finally felt the pain in his stomach subside a little, but the burn on his back made him dizzy and his forehead was burning hot. He almost fainted on the ground.
But even so, his grandfather taught him what to say.
"...Thank you." He stammered.
When you receive help from others, you should say thank you. This is true in the mountains as well as in the city.
The sound of the wheels did not stop, and the peddler left without looking back. For the peddler, this was the limit of his ability to help the homeless children.
That night, Lu Shu slept under the bridge.
There were indeed some homeless children here, but they would not accept a foreigner with a fever, fearing that Lu Shu would infect them. He could only stay in the coldest place on the outermost side, feeling the whistling cold wind, pillowing on the cloth he had picked up, and falling into a deep sleep.
At least when I fall asleep...my stomach won’t hurt as much.
The next day, he did not wake up quickly.
The complications from the burns came all at once today. He felt sore all over, his forehead was burning, his chest felt like it was on fire, his back hurt so much that he couldn't breathe, and he couldn't get up at all. He could only lie straight on the ground, like a dead body.
Cars were passing by, but no one paid attention to a homeless person lying on the ground. Who cared? What if the homeless person suddenly attacked and hurt someone? What if the homeless person had an infectious disease?
"Help..." He suppressed the cry for help in his mouth. He knew that no one would save him. Since four days ago, there was no one in this world who would love him for free. And he couldn't afford any price. He had nothing in his hands and nothing else. How could he exchange for the love of others?
Curled up on the ground, he fell into a deep sleep again.
The freezing winter wind blew across his back, causing pain like a knife. His chest felt hot, as if something was tearing his organs apart, one piece after another...
Sleep, wake up, sleep, wake up...
A nightmare cycle.
He was like a ghost in the city. In the few moments when he was awake, he could only stare blankly at the sky outside the bridge hole, where there was a very beautiful high-end residential area. He often saw teenagers of his age playing the piano and violin by the window, enjoying the caress and praise of their parents... It seemed so far away from him...
Happiness belongs to them, but he has nothing. He is like a mouse crawling under a bridge, lying in a gutter, looking at the distant sky. He and his peers in the city share the same sky, but they seem to be from different worlds.
When he got better, he slowly got up. Even though his whole body was in excruciating pain, he couldn't lie down again. Although he could drink the water on the ground, he would starve to death without food.
He walked along, dragging his body as heavy as a sack, and once again set his eyes on the trash can - the trash can that he hesitated to go to when he first came to the city.
Maybe it's because of the poor city management. The trash bin hasn't been emptied yet and the bag of spicy strips is still inside, but it has rotted and smells like maggots.
Gurgle.
But he swallowed shamefully.
He stretched out his shaking hands... He no longer had the strength to continue looking for food. He had to stay alive... He had to gain the physical strength to survive...
Only then can... revenge.
The youthful spirit in his green eyes gradually shattered, the darkness like mud fell into his eyes, and twisted paranoia began to grow... He finally threw away his pride and stretched out his hand tremblingly.
Maybe he is destined to live in this world with many scars.
He had clearly tried to fight back - asking for help from the ancient martial arts family, reporting the crisis to his ancestors, and even asking ordinary people for help... but none of them succeeded. No matter what he did, he was stuck in the quagmire and couldn't save himself. The mold seemed to have really appeared on his body, emitting a foul odor.
The moment he bit down, he felt like he was swallowing the gentle boy from Mount Taihua.
He chewed the boy's pride and bit off his edge. He chewed it a few times and swallowed it into his stomach. He felt that he was completely dead. He did not die in the raging fire, but died in front of a stinking trash can.
The moment he ate the garbage, he bit himself to death.
The first piece, the second piece, the third piece...
Half-bitten steamed buns, expired biscuits, rotten food... In order to survive, he stuffed them all into his mouth. He didn't understand what infection or food poisoning was. Anyway, as long as he ate it, he should have strength...
Those days lasted for a long time.
"The city is so big." He often thought so.
"There are electronic advertisements and QR codes everywhere that I can't understand. The city's skytrain is so high that I can't get up there. I can't understand most of the scrolling advertisements either."
"My peers played with black boxes, but I had no idea what they were. They ate all kinds of snacks, but I could only watch from a distance, hoping that they would throw the leftovers into the trash can."
"People say that if you are sick you can go to the hospital for treatment, but what is medical insurance? What is an ID card? I don't seem to have any of them..."
He ate from garbage, slept under bridges, and curled up to endure the pain.
He tried to find a job, but as soon as he entered the store, he was kicked out with a pinched nose.
He thought about going to H City, but after taking a few steps, he realized that his enemies were still watching him suffer, and he couldn't bring trouble to a good person.
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