"You... don't worry about me... go to school." Lu Shu said stutteringly, he felt a splitting headache.
"It's okay. I want to help you." The boy took out some change: "I'll buy you something to eat. Do you know how to use medical insurance? I can teach you..."
They had already walked into the alley, and the disgusted looks disappeared.
Lu Shu turned around, his emerald eyes hidden between layers of white hair. He actually felt lucky - the boy didn't remember him. At least, the gentle young master on Mount Taihua was still alive. If even the boy knew who he was, then the young master of the Lu family would be completely dead.
“…Stay away from me.” Lu Shu said, “Otherwise I will…beat you.”
——Stay away from me. Otherwise, those enemies will target you.
The boy looked puzzled and said "Huh?" He didn't seem to understand why his kindness was rewarded with a beating and scolding.
“Hurry…get out of here.” Lu Shu said tremblingly.
He had met many kind-hearted people before, but their kindness always disappeared in various forms.
The child who brought him a cotton-padded jacket never came back the next day. The old lady who wanted to take him home soon had her house in a mess. The teacher who wanted to send him to school was soon told not to get involved. The urban management officer who took him to collect the relief money was replaced the next day.
The warmth that comes briefly will soon disappear. He returned to the bridge hole alone and empty-handed again and again. He was afraid of others' help, and every time he touched warmth, he felt like he was being burned.
"You don't have to be afraid. If you're worried about something, I can take you to get help..." The boy held his hand.
“Bang!”
The hands are opened.
Lu Shu used up his last bit of strength to push the boy out of the alley, then turned and ran back into the alley.
After running for more than ten seconds, he looked back.
——There is no boy at the entrance of the alley.
It seemed that the boy had lost his patience. After all, who wouldn't be afraid of a homeless man with mental problems?
His body suddenly lost all strength, and Lu Shu collapsed to the ground, with a splitting pain in his head.
Ha, ha, ha, ha…
Under his wet white hair, he hung his head dejectedly, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.
...That's good, don't get close to him.
He is a huge stain of mold. Anyone who extends a helping hand to him will be targeted by the "virus".
He had thought of the worst possible scenario.
When I really can't afford medicine and can't survive anymore... I'll take a knife and go and commit suicide against my enemies. As long as I can drag one or two people down with me... even one or two will do...
This was the last thing he could do.
When he returned to the bridge, he found some old clothes and bread where he was lying. He heard from other homeless people that a teenager had delivered supplies to all the homeless people.
Lu Shu ate the bread silently and wrapped himself tightly in his old clothes. Most of these clothes were children's clothes, and there were some marker graffiti on them.
The boy didn't give up.
He thought silently.
…Even though he was met with cold stares and insults, he still wanted to help the homeless.
…
[September 26, 2024, heavy rain.]
[Today, I passed by a bridge tunnel and saw some homeless people, who were shivering under newspapers.]
[I gave them some old clothes and bread, hoping that their lives would be better.]
[…I am just an ordinary person, and I can only do this. If I can become someone like my father, maybe I can help them find a new place to go…]
[But when I see many social events, I am the one who is filled with indignation and I am also the one who feels powerless...]
…
By the end of the month, Lu Shu's illness was completely out of control.
His memory was getting worse, and he also had problems with literacy and cognitive abilities. He was in a coma for sixteen hours a day.
He knew that he had reached his limit.
He had already inquired about Uncle Zhao's situation and heard that Uncle Zhao had adopted another child, who was very happy. That was enough, because that family no longer needed him.
He also knew the location of his enemy and had thought about how to take revenge. But when he picked up the knife, his mind suddenly went blank.
...Where should I go?
The pain filled his brain, as if something was blocking his head. He barely remembered where his enemy lived, stumbled forward, and suddenly vomited blood and fell down.
He can no longer walk.
He fell on the street, his white hair melted by the rain, and the rain turned his hair white. In the dimness, he vaguely heard the sound of Christmas songs and the aroma of hot pot.
"Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle bells?~"
No one paid attention to the homeless man lying dead in the alley.
It turned out that even if he wanted revenge, he no longer had the strength to do so, and even a child could easily push him down.
"What fun it is to ski tonight, we're on a sled?~"
……grandfather.
He curled up holding the knife like a maggot, his white hair soaked with dirt from the ground, emitting a corpse-like stench. He collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.
…It turns out that after struggling to the end, it is still like this.
He hates.
"The snow on the ground is shining silver, take advantage of the good times of youth?~"
In his hazy consciousness, he seemed to see his past - the carefree life on Mount Taihua, the steaming tea, the never-ending fire...
At this time, a faint voice floated from the dim alley:
"...Ming'an, you went to the bridge tunnel again?"
"…Yeah, but that person seems to be gone."
"…What kind of person is he? White hair, is he an old man?"
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