God vs. Lone Star, you and I are a pair

Song Xiaoqin's legs still hurt a little after standing all day. She took the bus home as usual after get off work because the subway was a few yuan more expensive. Her family lives in an old town in the west of the city. The house is very old, and she lives with her parents, grandmother, and younger brother. My younger brother is a child with Down syndrome. My mother had to quit her job to take care of him, and my father was the only one who supported the family. Later, my grandmother fell ill, and the family's small savings were depleted.

Fortunately, Song Xiaoqin is good-looking and tall. Although she is not very smart, she is quite obedient. She went to a vocational high school and later got a college diploma. But she knew that she was not smart enough, so she listened to her parents and prepared to find a simple job.

I had just graduated and accompanied my classmates to an interview with Shen's front desk. HR thought she had low academic qualifications and was not smart enough, but she was still admitted as a reserve employee because they were really difficult. For a company like Shen's, one of the best in C City, there are many beauties with good looks and temperaments who have graduated from prestigious schools and are even proficient in four languages ​​to interview front desk and administrative staff. But most girls are too smart and don't stay in this position for long. In the eyes of these girls, this place is just a springboard for a short distance. What they like about Song Xiaoqin is actually the girl's foolishness.

Song Xiaoqin's luck was really good. One month after the formal induction training, one of the front desk staff was fired for mocking the sanitation workers, and the other one climbed onto the bed of a middle-level employee and changed her job. She was supposed to stay in the reserve position for at least half a year, but she was earlier On duty.

She likes this job very much. She follows the process every day. Although there will be some minor problems due to lack of cleverness, basically you will greet people with a smile and be careful in everything. There will be no big problem, and the benefits and benefits are very good. It is better than selling in the mall before. Cosmetics are much better.

The conditions at home have also been greatly improved because she started working. She was ready to work hard for two years, and then she could go to her father to rent a taxi out, or rent it out at night. After all, she was old and it was too hard.

She got off the bus and walked happily towards her home. She had to walk through a messy alley. At night, many people set up stalls here. It was lively but also had the messiness unique to a place where people from the lower classes gathered. The oil stains left by the barbecue stall mixed with the sewage, reflecting colorful light.

Song Xiaoqin frowned and decided to take a detour. Her work required her to dress decently. Although the clothes were distributed uniformly, this was the only pair of leather shoes she could wear to meet people at the moment. She didn't want to spend time in In sewage.

If you want to take a detour, you have to take a detour on the street, go through an old shopping mall behind the pedestrian street that has been closed due to poor management, and then pass through the old campus of the School of Information. It takes almost twenty minutes longer than the usual walk, but along the way I can buy him some KFC chicken wings that my brother loves.

She bought chicken wings and was about to walk home when suddenly a fast motorcycle came roaring from the underground parking lot of the shopping mall. Song Xiaoqin subconsciously stepped aside, but it turned out that the motorcycle was coming for her. There was a man wearing a leather jacket and a helmet. When he passed by Song Xiaoqin, he grabbed Song Xiaoqin's bag. Song Xiaoqin staggered when she was dragged, but she still subconsciously grabbed the bag and didn't let go. Just kidding, there was a mobile phone she just bought, which cost her half a month's salary.

The motorcyclist turned to look at her. Instead of stopping, he stepped on the accelerator and dragged Song Xiaoqin forward. Song Xiaoqin's back kept rubbing on the road, and he saw that the motorcycle was about to rush from the alley. On the road, Song Xiaoqin gritted her teeth and grabbed her backpack strap.

A car passed by, and all the windows behind it were opened at once. Something smashed out of the window and hit the motorcyclist. Then a woman's voice sounded: "Let go, give it away, let go quickly." "Song Xiaoqin subconsciously let go of her hand. The motorcyclist was hit. She angrily cursed the meddling car and drove away.

Zhou Jingyan just went to his mother's place in the afternoon. Then the driver said that there was a traffic jam in front of him during the rush hour, so he went around this alley. Unexpectedly, he saw this thrilling scene in the alley where few cars passed because the shopping mall was closed. The girl was driven by a motorcycle. The car was dragged on the ground, and the road was in front of it. What if the car behind it didn't pay attention and ran over it.

My mother had previously hired a craftsman to make some relatively retro solid wood jewelry boxes. They were made of high-quality materials and each weighed three kilograms. In a fit of desperation, she just hit the motorcyclist with the box, forcing her to stop. , and shouted quickly, the girl finally let go.

"Are you okay?" Zhou Jingyan squatted in front of the dust-covered young girl and asked worriedly.

The girl stood up, her face covered with dust and blood stains from rubbing on the ground. She staggered after the money. "My bag, my bag."

"I'll take you to the hospital first."

Song Xiaoqin was still thinking about her bag.

"The bag can be recovered, but if the person is gone, it is really gone."

Only after sending Xiaoqin away did he react and glance at Zhou Jingyan. "Mrs. Shen."

"Hey, it's you." Zhou Jingyan recognized it.