single row ahead

The evening wind blew through the sparsely populated streets, and the waste newspapers discarded on the streets trembled. Along with the dead trees and fallen leaves that could not be cleaned in the future, a bleak song was played.

A young man with soft curly hair jumped out of the deep and remote narrow alley excitedly, wrapped a square object in a bright yellow school uniform jacket in his arms, and held it carefully on his chest as if he was caring for some treasure.

He looked around to make sure no one noticed, and then walked down the street with confidence.

Don't get me wrong, he's certainly not doing anything bad, bad, in general not legally or ethically, just because he's a bit ashamed of letting others find out about his furry hobby, especially his classmates or friends , which would no doubt give him some new jokes for the bullies at school, and his only friend, Ned, wasn't very good at keeping secrets—though he didn't blame him, of course.

Walking on the road, Peter Parker, who was only 15 years old, couldn't help but secretly lifted a corner of his school uniform jacket. He couldn't believe his good luck. Machine, he couldn't restrain a happy smile on his face.

Until he heard a muffled noise from the alley he had just walked out of.

The smile on his face stagnated for a moment, hesitating in his heart whether to go back and have a look.

No one knows better than someone who has been bullied for years how beloved this alley is, remote, dirty and full of 'tools', whether for 'fun' or 'pocket money', They are all the best places to go.

However, the inalienable kindness and bravery lurking in Peter's nature plucked his conscience, and at the same time plucked the string of fate. Just a few seconds seemed to be enough for him to make up his mind to return to the road where nothing but gangsters lived. Back alleys that no one wants to enter but poor, treasure-hunting 'scavengers' like him.

Peter put the VCR wrapped in the school uniform aside, picked up the old bricks with a faint red color, and poked his head cautiously, trying to figure out what was making the noise.

"—God!"

Peter couldn't care less about noticing whether the villains he imagined in the alley had gone away, his two eyebrows were furrowed nervously, a kind of almost pure worry appeared on his face, and his body jumped out of the way almost immediately Going out, a few skillful strides jumped over the garbage piled up on the ground, and rushed to the side of the figure that made the muffled noise.

In the alley was a white boy unconscious.

Although it is very strange to describe a person with white, Peter really can't think of other more appropriate adjectives in his head.

The boy's hair was smooth and pale, reminding him of those beautiful creatures with pure white fur naturally, such as arctic foxes and polar bears. Anyway, they are not the kind of rough and gray hairs whose melanin in the body fades due to illness. sickly white.

But his skin was different, that face that belonged to Asians and looked quite young, was glowing with an abnormal paleness that had not seen the sun for a long time, and even the lips had lost all color, standing in the air The pitiful and obviously not in good condition trembled slightly.

His limbs were too thin.

Peter took one look and was almost certain that his parents or guardians were not taking good care of him, maybe even denying him food, abusing him and enjoying the pleasure of bullying.

No, definitely.

Peter carefully lifted the boy who was lying on the ground, so as not to let him lie on the hard, cold and somewhat dirty ground.

He thought angrily, at least for now, the parents who let this young man pass out alone in this alley would never be good parents.

This is actually a somewhat stubborn and paranoid idea. After all, not all parents will guard their children closely, like a dragon guarding the treasure in its lair, and accidents are almost inevitable.

But for Peter, the reason why such an idea was born is not incomprehensible.

Because the next second he thought, this would never have happened if his parents were still around.

Yes, Peter, who lost his parents since he was a child, doesn't understand how real parents treat children. He knows that only his uncle Ben Parker and aunt May will never let him lose weight like this, and then he is alone in a coma in the alley inside.

Moreover, there were no obvious scars on the boy's body, and the clothes were completely worn on his body, without damage or stains.Peter breathed a sigh of relief when he noticed this.

This shows that at least he didn't pass out from the beating.

That may be some kind of disease, and it needs to be sent to the hospital.

Peter thought so at first, but then began to hesitate.

The cost of calling an ambulance and checking up at the hospital is too high. Peter, who has not started working and has no salary, no doubt does not want to ask his uncle and aunt who are not rich to pay an extra fee. Not from a wealthy family that can afford the costs.

But let him just ignore a young and weak teenager who was in a coma, Peter couldn't do it anyway.

After thinking about it for a while, Peter temporarily put the boy back to the place where he was lying, ran out of the alley, found the place where he had put down his coat and recorder before, took out the cell phone in his pocket, and called Uncle Ben. a phone call.

It happened to be the time when his uncle got off work every day.

The phone only made a few beeps, and then it was connected immediately, and Peter impatiently called out, "Hey, Uncle Ben, you have no idea what I found today—a teenager who passed out in an alley! … Don't worry, he doesn't look as big as those punks, he's as skinny as a cat... Well, well, I actually want you to come and pick us up, I can't move him by myself, And I don't think it's good to let him lie with the garbage like this. How about letting him rest in my room for a while and sending him home when he wakes up? Think it's a good thing? Oh no , which would have been a good thing.”

Peter wisely didn't mention sending the boy to the hospital, and Uncle Ben tacitly kept silent.

For a stranger who has never met before, what they did was already considered the utmost benevolence.

Whenever, wherever, before doing anything, the first thing they think of should always be the family members standing behind them.

This is not selfishness, but responsibility.

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Jinjiang has been on the hot search for the past two days, and I'm a little flustered

Although I haven't saved the manuscript, I should probably update it every day!

By the way, Spider-Man is so cute~ Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution for me~

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

64 bottles of water wings; 20 bottles of Jishui Chengyuan; 10 bottles of ten years; 1 bottle of He Xinying;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!