Shi Qian was bored while lying down and having someone apply medicine to her. She vented her frustration by playing Minesweeper on her phone.
This has been one of his hobbies since he was a child: playing Minesweeper when he's bored. It's definitely quite boring.
However, my luck was really bad today. I was basically hitting the target every second, one hit after another.
Shi Qian laughed at his own bad luck.
Sensing that the person behind him had stopped moving, he asked, "Is the medicine applied?"
Meng Qing was still immersed in thinking about the danger of Shi Qian when the question brought her back to her senses, and she replied, "Okay."
Shi Qian then struggled to sit up and looked around the room.
It was very simple, extremely simple. If he hadn't come today, he wouldn't have known that there was such a dilapidated place in the house.
Shi Qian stared at the window frame that rattled like an engine, and the folding bed that was so short that even he couldn't fit completely inside, not to mention the air-conditioning blanket that was so worn out that he thought his family was going bankrupt.
Shi Qian frowned deeply.
He couldn't remember why he had come up here. The momentary darkness in the cabinet and the sudden surge of information had left his mind blank.
He didn't remember what he saw, but he felt that his previously foggy mind had become much clearer, and he had the illusion that he could finally take control of his life.
He remembered that he had just returned from the hospital and his mother told him that a stranger had moved into their house last week.
His father brought him back from somewhere, and his mother said he was an illegitimate child, but Shi Qian remembered that he had also seen the paternity report, which showed that there was no blood relation between them.
Maybe my dad is a very kind person.
He stared at Meng Qing, who was standing in front of him, for a long time. Meng Qing was very tall and had broad shoulders, but the clothes she was wearing looked very ill-fitting, and they didn't even cover her arms completely.
The pants were very short and pilling; they were clearly made of cheap material. And in this cold weather, their ankles were just exposed.
The shoes were tattered and torn, clearly worn for many years.
It's so cold here, there's not even heating. It's just that Shi Qian is wearing a lot of clothes. He didn't feel it when he first arrived, but now that he's been here for a while, he feels a chill creeping up on him.
He glanced around and noticed that there seemed to be a leak in the corner.
If Shi Qian hadn't known she was in her own villa, she would have thought she'd been kidnapped to some abandoned factory.
"You live here?" Shi Qian asked curiously.
"Um."
"But didn't my dad arrange a guest room for you?"
Shi Qian was a little confused. He clearly remembered that when he called his father before coming back, he mentioned that a man two years older than him had come to the guest room and that he should get along well with him.
After a while, he suddenly remembered that it was his mother who had sent him up to the attic.
Mom thinks this is the child of one of Dad's mistresses, and that he can't forget his old flame, so he brought it home to reminisce about her.
Shi Qian sighed, feeling sorry for Meng Qing.
"No one can live here," Shi Qian said firmly.
Indeed, this place is so dilapidated, how can anyone live here? If you stay here for more than two days, you'll develop rheumatism.
And this bed, even someone who's 1.8 meters tall can't fit in, let alone this person who's almost 1.9 meters tall. It's really so uncomfortable.
This lousy air-conditioning blanket is so worn out it's not even fit as a rag, yet it's actually used as a blanket.
Shi Qian couldn't stand it anymore; she needed to have a serious talk with her mother. She couldn't accept being treated so harshly.
When Meng heard Shi Qian say that the place was uninhabitable, her mood instantly turned gloomy.
Yes, this young master loves to torment him in his dreams. If he hadn't been injured, why would he speak to him so kindly?
Now it's time for him to tear off his mask and show his true colors. Now they just want to drive him away, not even letting him live in a dilapidated attic.
Although Meng Qing didn't think this place was that great, it was much better than where he used to live in the countryside.
Although this attic has no heating, the windows are noisy, the room leaks, and there's no bed, only a tattered quilt, these are all minor problems compared to before.
When Meng Qing lived in the countryside, she didn't have her own room. Her adoptive parents' house was just a dilapidated bungalow with a curtain in the middle, a bed on the left and a dining table on the right.
Meng Qing was not entitled to sleep in a bed. He usually just spread a few newspapers on the floor and made a makeshift bed on the other side of the curtain.
The place where he usually slept faced a window, the glass of which had long been broken by some naughty child in the village with a stone, but his adoptive parents had not repaired it.
I just grabbed a plastic bag and stuffed it in; it looked presentable enough.
If you can't stand it, that's fine too.
These two men cared about nothing but gambling and drinking.
He didn't have a blanket either. When it was coldest, he would just put on all the few clothes he had and cover himself with the ones he couldn't wear anymore to keep warm.
And so, one winter after another passed.
This attic in the Shi family home was the best place he had ever lived.
Meng Qing touched her pocket and found 12 yuan inside. Combined with the 435 yuan she had saved in the inner pocket of her backpack, she could still find a simple place to stay outside.
He had earned all this money by helping villagers with farm work, and he had kept it hidden from his adoptive parents.
It was raining heavily, and Meng Qing had gone out during the day. This was a remote villa area, and it would take almost half an hour just to walk from this villa to the entrance of the community.
In such heavy rain, if he were kicked out, he would have to find somewhere to take shelter. He remembered that there was a pavilion on the way from here to the gate of the community where he could take shelter.
Moreover, living here is not a good thing. Meng Qing remembered all the unpleasant things that happened in this villa in his dream, especially what happened in this attic. Just thinking about it made him feel disgusted.
Meng Qing had considered going to the Meng family, the family he had finally recognized in his dream, but the memories in the dream were always blurry, and he was now unsure of the dream's authenticity.
Moreover, he didn't even know where the Meng family lived.
He didn't even have the money for the journey, and he was afraid he would starve to death on the road before he even found anyone.
After making his plans, Meng Qing slung his backpack over his shoulder. Inside were all his belongings: two simple sets of clothes, a few notebooks, and pens. That was all he had.
Shi Qian noticed that Meng Qing remained silent and assumed he was shy, since he had grown up in the countryside and would find it difficult to adjust to being here.
Shi Qian wanted to say something to comfort Meng Qing, but then remembered that she had been howling in pain for most of the day and her voice was hoarse. So she picked up a glass of water from the table and took a couple of sips.
Meng Qing was still thinking that she could only take things one step at a time. At least the worst thing in her dream hadn't happened yet, and she hadn't drunk the drugged water.
As soon as I turned my head, I saw the person who was casually slumped on the table drinking the water.
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