Lu Shu nodded. The list matched his memory. Mizushima Kawaseong should really be investigating.
Looking at the fearful expressions on everyone's faces, he should have been happy about his revenge, but he didn't feel happy, only disappointed.
——The person is gone, who can repay the pain he endured?
…
Lu Shu stared at the trash can.
The trash cans on the streets are filled with leftovers, perhaps some leftover vegetables and steamed buns.
"Who allowed you to buy junk food? Throw it away now!" It was just after school, and a parent grabbed a child's ear and asked him to throw away the spicy strips he had just bought.
The child took a few bites and threw the remaining half of the spicy strips into the trash can.
“You…” Lu Shu wanted to speak, but the bag of spicy strips had already fallen into the layers of garbage and was stained with slop.
"Big brother, do you want to eat?" The child saw his expression.
The parent walked away with the child: "Xiao Dai, don't talk to such a person. He has no family and doesn't look like a good person. He will kidnap you. And he is dirty. Don't let him dirty your new cotton-padded jacket."
"Then why doesn't he wear a new cotton-padded jacket? Is it because he doesn't have a mother?" asked the child.
"Don't worry about it. It has nothing to do with you."
Lu Shu watched them go away in silence. He only felt a dull pain in his stomach, as if his organs were being torn apart, and acid was bubbling up. He hadn't eaten for four days since he was kicked out of the ancient martial arts family. The wounds on his body were rotting and inflamed, and he also had frostbite.
This was the nearest city he had arrived at after four days of traveling alone.
"H City..." he muttered. But H City was still far away from Taihua Mountain. And even if he went there, his enemies would not let him off easily. If he joined that good guy, that good guy would be implicated.
The sadness has almost become numb. In four days, no matter how hard it is to accept the pain of losing a loved one, in order to survive, I have to bury the sorrow deep in my heart.
The towering city was extremely prosperous, and the aroma of grilled sausages and fried skewers wafted from the streets. He swallowed his saliva and walked a few steps towards the stall. The vendor frowned and looked at him.
“Scan the code to pay.” The vendor pointed.
“Ah?” Lu Shu looked at the sign blankly. What is a QR code? What is a QR code? What is scanning a QR code?
"Do you have money?" the vendor asked.
“I…” Lu Shu had nothing on him.
"Go away, don't block my stall." The vendor immediately told him to go away so as not to affect the appetite of the people around him.
Lu Shu took a few steps back after being scolded, looking at the busy traffic in front of him blankly. Everything was so strange. He didn't understand why the electronic screens on the buildings were scrolling, nor did he understand what the black squares in people's hands were. Why could he exchange food for food just by scanning it? He used ancient coins to trade in the mountains.
Children holding balloons, white-collar workers carrying briefcases, students catching the bus... all walked away from him. It was as if a huge mold stain appeared on his body, and anyone who looked at the mold stain would get sick. But he looked carefully and found that there was no mold stain on his body. He also took a bath by the stream and there was no smell. Why did everyone look at him like garbage?
Is there an invisible mold on his body? Invisible, intangible, following him everywhere. Or maybe the mold is not on his body, but in people's retinas, imprinted in their brains.
As dusk fell, the setting sun began to shine, and the lights came on one by one. The aroma of food drifted in the wind. He walked around with his arms folded, shivering.
He didn't know where he was going, he had no goal, and no place to go. The laughing passers-by walked against him, as if he was walking in a colorful river.
Hunger tortured his sanity. The young master of the Lu family had never been hungry before, and he had never thought that he would leave the mountains. Everything in the outside world was new to him. He was like a fledgling suddenly thrown into a pond, flapping his wings desperately, but he didn't know how to fly.
He didn't look in the mirror, but he knew that the burns on his back must be horrible to look at. The slightest friction with the fabric would cause a stinging pain, and black blood and tissue fluid would drip down.
——Where can he go?
——Where is he going?
The thirty-meter-high building was like an eagle overlooking ants. He looked up at the gray-blue sky and noticed for the first time that the sky was filled with smog, which almost suffocated him.
"Hey!" There was the sound of wheel from behind. It was the peddler.
Lu Shu shrank subconsciously. He had been treated with too many cold stares in the past few days. Seeing someone like this running towards him, he had a conditioned fear reflex. Moreover, this vendor just hated him so much, was he going to beat him up?
The vendor stopped beside him, rummaged in the drawer, pulled out a burnt-roasted sweet potato, and stuffed it into his hand.
"Eat it. It's what we didn't sell today. I'm about to close the stall, so I thought I'd give it to you."
The vendor's words stunned him.
The sweet potato in his hand was burning hot. There was an unhealed knife wound on Lu Shu's palm, and blood was oozing out from the burn. But he didn't care about the pain. Perhaps he had been hungry for too long, and the string in his brain could no longer be tightened. The appetite controlled his brain, and he immediately buried his head in eating.
As I ate, tears started to flow.
He had never eaten anything like this before. He used to be very fond of fine food, mostly vegetarian and drinking tea. He had never even eaten greasy broth, let alone something burnt like this. If he stole it, his grandfather would hit his palm with a bamboo stick.
But now his grandfather is gone, and so are his vegetarian diet and tea. Even if he indulges himself in eating these things and loses the image of a gentleman, no one will blame him anymore.
But he wanted an old man to stand in front of him, shout his name, and hit his palm with a bamboo stick. But even if he looked up, he could only see the cold traffic lights and the evening breeze.
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