wool comes from wolves

City F is a coastal city located south of the Tropic of Cancer.Because of the geographical location, even in the twelfth lunar month, the average temperature is maintained at around [-] degrees.

At around twelve o'clock at noon, the big sun hung in the sky, and the trees on the side of the road were all scorched by the sun, with their heads drooping, and with the hot wind that didn't feel cool, they gave off bursts of " moan and groan'.

"Squeak..." The door of a small restaurant that looked clean was pushed open, and a boy came in from the outside. He was wearing a gray-black, half-new baseball cap on his head, and he carried a bag on his shoulder, which looked pretty. With heavy things, he walked into this small restaurant with difficulty.

"Boss..." He gritted his teeth and shouted two words, the sweat that flowed into a stream almost completely soaked the half-new long-sleeved T-shirt he was wearing. The original white T-shirt was now gone. Turned into a gray-yellow gray-yellow color.

You can tell by his accent that he is not a local.So, after he just yelled out two words, the women and children who were eating in the restaurant turned their attention to this boy who seemed to be staying at school, except that he was a little red and black from the sun. The face of this child is quite handsome, especially the pair of eyes are very clear, causing others to look at him a few more times.

The fat 40-year-old boss at the cashier who was doing the accounting looked up and said, "Oh, you're here, just carry the things to the back kitchen!"

"Okay!" The boy obediently carried a large bag of seafood to the back kitchen.

He slowly put down the things on his shoulders and arranged them. The boss who settled the bills also came over, opened the bag, grabbed a sea crab inside, looked over and over, nodded, "Yes, follow me to the front to pay the bills!"

"Thank you!" The boy nodded in relief, wiped the sweat off his cheeks, and followed the fat boss out of the kitchen.

"Including last week, the total is 500 yuan, and I will settle it for you all at once!" The boss took out a few red notes from the drawer and handed them to him, then took out a pen, found a red leather notebook from the drawer, Turn to one of the pages and cross out a few lines.

"Thank you boss!" The boy held the money in his hand, and smiled happily at him, "Well, I'll leave first if I have nothing to do!"

"Well, let's go!" The boss yawned, didn't say much, just waved to him.

"Squeak!" The door of the restaurant opened again. The lady proprietress opened the door and walked in. She brushed her wavy curly hair and saw the boy standing in her restaurant when she looked up. , and shouted loudly, "Hey, are you here?"

"Yeah!" The boy nodded and smiled at her politely, "Hello boss!"

"How many times have I told you, call me sister, why do you still call me the proprietress?" The beautiful and plump proprietress curled her lips in dissatisfaction, her coquettish eyes glanced at the diners who were peeping at her in the shop, arrogantly He raised his chest, "Huh? Little Maozi?"

The boy's face was unnatural, and his blushing face was even redder now, "You, you...don't call me a little boy!"

"If I don't call you little boy, what do you call you? Call you boy?" The proprietress said with a smile.Probably good-looking but clumsy boys can always attract the attention of beautiful girls~women, and they can't help teasing them when they see this kind of little fresh meat.

"I..." the boy stammered, "My name is Mao Xiaochuan, you can just call me Xiaochuan and... that's fine!"

"Okay, okay!" Regardless of the boss's already darkened face, the proprietress raised a pair of hands covered in bright red nail polish, and hooked the boy's chin with two slender fingers, "Okay, sister, I'm going to get busy now. Xiao Chuanchuan, go home by yourself!"

"..." Mao Xiaochuan took a step back, endured the sight of the boss who wanted to kill him, and fled back in a panic.When I ran to the door, I could still hear the laughter behind me.

He regretted telling others his name.

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Mao Xiaochuan walked out of this small restaurant. Although he couldn't guess how many years it had passed, it looked very special. It looked like a small broken truck that was assembled casually. Dozens of bags of goods.Mao Xiaochuan walked over, opened the creaking car door, and sat in the driver's seat.

Sighing, Mao Xiaochuan took off his worn-out baseball cap, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, grabbed the cap to fan himself, and stared at a dirty puppy on the side of the road that was rummaging through a trash can Concentrated, a moment later he suddenly woke up, his body trembled, and he remembered that there was still business to do, so he prepared to leave.

After firing several times, the small van, which was already qualified as scrapped, was hit. The small truck made a "boom..." and roared on the road with a decibel level that was absolutely no less than that of a tractor.

Mao Xiaochuan has been in this small city for more than half a month!

That day, he took a taxi to the bus station, but Mao Xiaochuan got off when he was still some distance away from the bus station.There happened to be a passing car on the side of the road, and he got on this big bus without thinking.

The driver asked him where he was going, and he was at a loss for a long time. He touched his pocket, took out a handful of change that Yuan Xin had slipped into him at some point, and handed it to the driver.I found a vacant seat by the window with my schoolbag in my arms, and sat for a whole day.

He tried to close his eyes, he didn't want to know where the driver could take him, he couldn't think so much in his mind!

Mao Xiaochuan may know that he always does things without thinking about consequences... However, once he gets impulsive, he doesn't know what he is doing at all.His mind is full of how to escape from everything in front of him...

He didn't know how long the car had been driving, but when the car arrived at the station, it was almost dawn, and when he opened his eyes, he found that he was already in the city.

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Everything seemed to be in a dream, even now, he couldn't figure out where he was, what he was doing...

The poisonous and hot sun finally slowly set down the mountain. Mao Xiaochuan was relieved after delivering the last batch of goods today. He drove back to his residence in this small truck that was waiting to be scrapped. Xingye A small warehouse in Unit 4, Building 1 of the complex!

At [-]:[-], he returned to his 'home'. This small warehouse has only one door and no windows.The warehouse is not high, and a person of Mao Xiaochuan's height can barely walk in without bending over.

In the small room, apart from a small wooden bed that likes to creak, there is also a small dirty wooden table. On the table is an old floor fan with only one gear that works. cardboard boxes...and then, no other 'possessions' in the room!

The small room of less than ten square meters gives others a sense of logical sadness.

Of course, even this small room of less than ten square meters is already a great favor to an 'outsider' like Mao Xiaochuan.

After Mao Xiaochuan got out of the car, he followed the pedestrians in the car to the outside of the bus station, without direction or purpose.

A piece of paper was pasted outside the bus station, and a group of people carrying big snakeskin bags who looked like migrant workers gathered around to watch.

Mao Xiaochuan was pushed there stupidly, and he also raised his neck to look up, it was a recruitment notice.Age 18-38, able to bear hardships and stand hard work, in good physical condition, and those who can drive are preferred.The package does not include food, and the salary is paid daily...

There were a lot of people, and Mao Xiaochuan didn't know what to do, so he was surrounded by a group of migrant workers behind and squeezed into a simple house made of containers in front.

When someone asked, Mao Xiaochuan would answer, and answer what was asked.So, he got the job and drove a little crappy car to make deliveries every day.The car is a broken car, you can drive it any way you want, as long as it can deliver the goods.It doesn't matter if you have a driver's license or not, as long as you know how to drive, it doesn't matter if you don't have an ID card, as long as you don't get caught by the police.The accommodation is managed, the house is a bit broken, if you don’t like to live, you can find another place...

He didn't have plans like other migrant workers. He didn't know anything, and he didn't understand anything.Needless to say the future, he is also at a loss about the present, confused and at a loss.

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Mao Xiaochuan took out the key from his pocket, opened the door and walked into the small warehouse. Enduring the oncoming burst of higher temperature than the outside, he kicked off his shoes, took off the T-shirt and pants that seemed to have been soaked in water, and covered his entire body. He climbed onto the bed with only a pair of underpants on, lying there motionless as if dead.

His current state of despair is more unbearable than the harsh living environment.Now he has nothing!All the dreams he had ever had, all the things he wished to have... all turned into a past that he even despised.

I don't know how his father, mother, and grandfather are doing now!His father must have come up with ten thousand ideas in his heart to kill him, his mother must be disappointed, and his grandfather must be sad...

And Yuan Xin, the person he least knows how to face!What is he doing now?Mao Xiaochuan couldn't imagine what Yuan Xin was doing?Would he forget himself immediately?Will he be disappointed with Mao Xiaochuan? Will he come to Mao Xiaochuan?

Mao Xiaochuan didn't dare to think about it!

Mao Xiaochuan was lying on the bed, able to hold back the smell that had changed all over his body, but the tears in his eyes could not be held back no matter what, and fell down one by one along the corners of his eyes Lying on the mat.

After crying silently for a while, Mao Xiaochuan suddenly got up from the bed with a grunt. He bent over and reached for his schoolbag, rummaging through it.

After thinking about it, this schoolbag has been with him for many years.No matter where he went, no matter how hopeless and helpless he encountered, it seemed that the only thing accompanying him was this schoolbag.

Mao Xiaochuan raised his hand to wipe his tears, and took out a notebook and a pen from inside. He suddenly wanted to write something.However, after he opened the notebook, he couldn't write a single word.Because, these are the English notes Yuan Xin made for him.

From the first page, the carefully written handwriting full of Xueba's characteristics filled his field of vision. Every word, every letter seemed to tell the scene when Yuan Xin was sorting out this notebook.

Mao Xiaochuan sniffled his nose and flipped through the pages, from the first page to the second page... The fan on the table made a "creaking" sound as if it would stop running in the next second and be scrapped into the ground. Turn around and around!

He was lying on the bed, staring at the notebook, tears streaming down his face, his nose twitching... Gradually fell asleep!

The author has something to say: Winter vacation is finally here!However, with the beginning of a wonderful holiday, my road to the driver's license test has also begun! Leaving early and returning late... The latest update may not be able to keep up... Ahhhh!