wool comes from wolves

Mao Xiaochuan lives in a small warehouse, in which there are no other basic living facilities that can be used except for the simplest bed and table.

At about ten o'clock in the evening, Mao Xiaochuan woke up from the heat. He was sweating profusely all over his body. He got up from the bed, touched a piece of clothing and wiped it, turned over and lay down lazily again. down.The lamp hanging above the room was still on, but he forgot to turn it off before falling asleep, the bright light dazzled his eyes a bit.

He raised his hand to try to cover the glare of the light in front of him, but suddenly there was a stabbing pain from his shoulder to his elbow, so painful that he yelled "Ah..." on the spot, curled up and didn't move. Dare to move.

It should be because of the incorrect posture when he fell asleep just now, Mao Xiaochuan sighed, closed his eyes again but couldn't fall asleep anyway.

The weather at such a temperature really made it hard for him to imagine that it was the twelfth lunar month.Although he doesn't like the cold wind, biting, and icy cold in winter, he's not used to the heat here either.

Having only stayed here for half a month, Mao Xiaochuan already had the feeling of being away from home for many years.He really wanted to make a phone call home, he especially wanted to hear his mother's voice, his grandpa's voice... even the voice of his father growling at him with a pair of extremely terrifying eyes.

However, he didn't know how to explain it to them, he didn't know what to say at all!If they asked him where he is now, how should he answer?Besides, he felt that once he heard the voices of his mother and his grandfather, he would definitely cry.

There is also the pair of dark eyes staring at him that I can often dream of, which are full of disappointment and coldness.

Feeling very irritable and depressed, Mao Xiaochuan slowly got up from the bed with his arms folded, stood naked in front of the bed, stretched his sore muscles with his arms raised.

"Cuckoo..." A strange sound came from Mao Xiaochuan's abdomen.

Mao Xiaochuan frowned, covered his stomach, and suddenly remembered that he had fallen down when he came back at night, and he hasn't had dinner yet.

Looking at the dark sky outside, after hesitating for a while, he bent down and picked up the clothes he had taken off just after entering the door, put them under his nose and smelled them, frowned, put them on again, and then picked up the slippers, He took the key and put some money in his pocket, locked the door and came to the street.

Although it was past ten o'clock at night, the business of the food stalls on the street outside was still booming.For people nowadays, nightlife has become an indispensable part of most people.It is normal for this food stall to be open until one or two o'clock in the morning.

Mao Xiaochuan wandered from one food stall to another, made a little comparison, and sat down in front of one of the food stalls where both the boss and the proprietress looked very honest and sincere.

The proprietress wiped all the water from her hands onto the apron she was wearing, and shouted at Mao Xiaochuan, "Little baby, what do you want to eat?"

Mao Xiaochuan looked up at the things in front of the few people sitting next to him, and said hesitantly, "Give me...a bowl of noodles! Any kind of noodles will do!"

"Okay, wait a minute!" The proprietress put a pot of tea and a small cup on the table where he was sitting.

"Thank you lady boss!" Mao Xiaochuan whispered.

Mao Xiaochuan is not used to the local food. He originally wanted to ask for a bowl of noodles, but looking around, the possibility of eating noodles in this kind of place should be zero, so he simply didn’t embarrass the boss or himself. , casually ordered a bowl of noodles.

While waiting for the food, Mao Xiaochuan couldn't help but look up at the people who were eating at a table not far from him.There were about five or six people around that table, and they were chatting while eating.It's not Mandarin, but it doesn't seem to be the local dialect either.

Mao Xiaochuan was bored, so he raised his eyes to look at these people carefully, and listened carefully to what they were talking about.

These people are all about seventeen or eighteen years old, and they don't look older than Mao Xiaochuan. Sitting at the outermost position near Mao Xiaochuan is a thin boy with a strand of hair dyed blue on each side of his head. .On the boy's right sat a girl with long hair. The girl sat there quietly, neither eating nor making loud noises like the people next to her.

She just quietly raised her eyes to look at the person opposite her, following her line of sight.Sitting opposite her was a boy who was slightly older than these people. He was wearing a white long-sleeved shirt with the neckline open casually, and a white baseball cap with a long brim on his head. , almost covering half of his face.

He sat at the table, did not participate in the high-spirited discussions of the people around him, but silently ate the food on the plate with his chopsticks.

Mao Xiaochuan couldn't help but look at that person a few more times, wondering if it was his illusion, he seemed to have seen this person somewhere.But this is also an instant thing, think about it and know that it is impossible.

Not to mention that he knows so few people, he is in a small city far away from City C, how could he know people here?

Thinking of this, Mao Xiaochuan smiled bitterly, took a sip of the cup of tea in front of him, it was a bit sour and sweet, it was a good drink for cooling down, he couldn't help but take a few more sips.

While drinking vigorously, his forehead suddenly shivered, and he felt a strange feeling of being detected by an unknown light. He could not help but sit up straight, and reflexively glanced at the source of the light.

"..." There is no suspicious light source.The boss, the proprietress, the eaters sitting in front of the food stall...all of these are normal and abnormal.

"Here comes the noodles!" The proprietress hurried over with a bowl of steaming and fragrant snail noodles, "Come and taste it!"

The doubts in Mao Xiaochuan's heart were temporarily interrupted. He took the food from the proprietress, "Thank you!"

"You're welcome, eat hard!" The honest proprietress smiled, "If it's not enough, you can add more, but just don't waste it!"

"Okay!" Mao Xiaochuan raised his face and smiled at the kind and mellow proprietress, took the chopsticks and started eating.

The portion of this bowl is very large, and the taste is really good. Mao Xiaochuan lowered his head and held the bowl to eat happily.Voices still came from the side from time to time, but Mao Xiaochuan focused all his attention on the bowl of delicious food in his hand, and had no time to care about anything else.

"Boss!" A girl's gentle voice came from behind him.

Mao Xiaochuan glanced up inadvertently, it was the quiet girl he noticed just now who had been quietly staring at the boy opposite her, at this moment she walked around the table where Mao Xiaochuan was sitting with a big bowl in her hand.

When passing by Mao Xiaochuan, she accidentally touched her foot, and the bowl in her hand accidentally spilled out, and part of it happened to be on Mao Xiaochuan's shoulder.

"Fuck..." Mao Xiaochuan jumped up from the stool nimbly, like a monkey.

"Oh, yes, I'm sorry..." The girl froze for a moment, her face turned pale with fright, she immediately put down the big bowl, grabbed a large pile of napkins on the table, and kept leaning on Mao Xiaochuan. , nodded and bowed, with a pitiful expression, "I'll wipe it for you, wipe it... I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it..."

Although the bowl of food in the girl's hand was no longer hot, Mao Xiaochuan was still quite depressed after being splashed all over him so suddenly, not to mention that the girl kept touching him, and his complexion became more and more serious. The more awkward.

"Hey, hey, let go, don't..." Mao Xiaochuan couldn't help but took a few steps back.

"..." Stepped on a strange thing, Mao Xiaochuan stumbled suddenly, and when he was about to fall, a big hand grabbed his shoulder and helped him up.

"Oh...thank you..." Mao Xiaochuan turned his head sharply and bumped his head on the shoulder of the person behind him.

"Hahahaha..." His series of embarrassing actions were seen by the few people who were eating next to him just now, and the group booed.

"..." Mao Xiaochuan's face turned red immediately, he stumbled back a few steps, he didn't even see the face of the person who was supporting him behind him, turned his head and ran away with his hot face.

Mao Xiaochuan didn't understand why those people were laughing at him just now, but his intuition was not a good thing!That kind of laughter is definitely different from the jokes between friends, it's a kind of heartfelt ridicule, sarcasm!

Mao Xiaochuan rushed back to the small warehouse of less than ten square meters where he lived, took out the key, opened the door and entered the hut.

Standing in the hut, he drank a large glass of cold boiled water in one gulp, heaved a long sigh of relief, and vaguely felt that he had forgotten something.

correct!He slapped his head violently, he forgot to check out!

While scolding himself in his heart, he reached out to touch the money in his trouser pocket, but the hand that had just reached into his trouser pocket stopped suddenly.

A sudden chill rushed through his whole body in an instant, and on a hot day, the hairs all over his body stood on end.

The five hundred yuan he received from the restaurant owner today disappeared...