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"Get on from the back, and the rest of you don't come to the front door." The driver said in a rough voice.

Tang Tang was too weak and petite, she was almost pushed into the car by someone, and forced to put in coins, she couldn't even hold the plastic handrail.She had to carefully hold the yellow lacquered vertical bar next to the seat, and after standing still, Tang Tang looked out from the half-drawn curtains of the car.

Familiar car models are not far behind the bus, and the driver can be seen to be a middle-aged male in decent clothes.

On the dark chair in the back seat, a hand with slender white knuckles was lightly resting on it. The lines were well-proportioned and slender, and the wrist was shiny and shining faintly.

The owner of the hand is mostly covered by the driver's seat, with only a little edge of the jacket exposed.

"Tang Qing also..." Tang Tang's fingertips rested on the car window to draw, and every time he wrote a stroke, he called out in a low voice, with long-lasting desire, delicate and persistent, turning into a lingering sweetness.

The scenery beside the street gallops back, transforming into jumping lines dyed with colors, golden, bright red, emerald green, pure white... rich and full.

The world she lives in is colorful and surprising, too beautiful to be true.

Finally, Tangtang bent her knuckles and tapped the glass lightly.

"Tang Qingyi, hello."

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"Miss, are you still waiting?" the driver asked.

Tang Qing also seldom goes out, but he was told last night that he needed a car today.

They stopped in the school dormitory area for two full hours, passed the bus platform, and finally followed the bus all the way here.

The driver watched the thin girl's figure shrink, and finally realized that Tang Qing was following her.

Tang Qing also looked away, and said to the rearview mirror, "Wait for me here."

After saying that, she pushed open the door, and when she glimpsed the dirty ground out of the corner of her eye, she paused, frowned and stood down.

Tang Qingyi has never faced the mess and poverty of a place so intuitively.

This seems to be a migrant worker's housing area of ​​a nearby glazed tile factory. There is no management. Several trash cans on the side of the road are overflowing with plastic bags and beer cans. Leftovers similar to vomit are dripping. dirt.The road was uneven, with crumpled clumps of used paper and sanitary napkins in the deep ruts.She saw a child with a runny nose squatting next to the trash can holding toilet paper, looking at her curiously with black eyes, and two black dogs behind the child wagging their tails courteously.

Tang Qingyi's calm was a little unstable.

Her cohabitant is clean and delicate, quiet and gentle, and loves to laugh. It always reminds people of the soft and bright sunshine, the delicate and beautiful flower buds stretching out.

It is a fresh and vigorous breath.

In the migrant workers' housing area, a rusted sign was hung on the door. There are dozens of rough-built houses five stories high inside. The densely packed rooms are patched together like cubes. Each room is less than [-] square meters, like a crowded beehive.

There are children running and playing in the aisle without any protection.

Even if she knew that Tangtang's family background was not good, even if she knew that Tangtang had gone to college by herself, it was still difficult for her to associate everything in front of her with the girl.

"Looking for someone?" A woman in her early thirties came out from the door of the migrant worker's house with her child in her arms, and said to Tang Qing.

The woman's accent is very strong, and she and Tang Tang are not in the same hometown. Tang Qing also restrained her expression and replied, "Excuse me, do you know Tang Tang?"

"Tangtang? You mean, the orphan who just came from his hometown in another city two months ago?"

"Tang Tang who goes to No. [-] Middle School." Tang Qing also felt a little uncomfortable with the description of the woman.

"Oh, you said her!" The woman nodded, "That's what I said. She has no parents and lives with her grandmother in her hometown. She thought that such good grades could not be wasted in the countryside, so she came here to talk to her uncle." Yes. The grades are really not bad, No. [-] Middle School is a good school, my family, if I can get in when I grow up, I will burn my incense!"

"You know?"

"There's nothing here that I don't know. That child, with her uncles and aunts, has a miserable life."

Chapter 16

The woman's hand stroked the back of the child in her arms, patted rhythmically, and chatted with Tang Qingyi.

"When Tangtang arrived here, the person who sent her here gave her uncle 5 yuan in front of all of us, saying that it was the savings of Tangtang's parents during their lifetime, and asked him to help take care of Tangtang for three years."

Tang Qing also listened intently.

"Her uncle said yes with a smile at the time, turned around and locked Tang Tang outside the house for midnight the next day. He said to the public that the little girl is ignorant, so he educates her."

The woman clicked her lips while talking, as if she was extremely disdainful of this kind of behavior.

"Tangtang's uncle has two rooms, and he is ashamed to let the middle-aged girl sleep in the same room with them. There is a bed curtain in the middle, and the little girl's bed faces the door. I heard that Tangtang wears all clothes when she sleeps." Huh."

Tang Qingyi's eyes darkened, and there was a depressive thick darkness between his brows and eyes.

There are not many people in the migrant worker's room who have leisure time to chat.

The woman opened the chatterbox and told Tang Qingyi everything about Tang Tang.

Tang Tang's uncle had a feud with her parents.

Their family treated Tangtang harshly.

They only paid Tangtang's tuition and fees.

Tang Tang would go to the mall to distribute leaflets on weekends to earn living expenses.

"Hey... Who are you from Tangtang?" The woman wondered after talking for half an hour.

Tang Qingyi's eyelashes drooped to hide the strangeness in his eyes.

"Classmate." She paused, "Excuse me, do you know where Tangtang lives?"