wool comes from wolves

What could be more distressing than watching someone steal something from you while there is nothing you can do about it?

In Mao Xiaochuan's life, this does not seem to be the first time!

For example, in the hospital back then, when he watched his grandma leave him, he couldn't change anything; or today, when some gangsters snatched his things, he lay on the ground in a hurry!

There was something unspeakable beyond anger spreading in his chest, and he realized that his previous self was simply too ridiculous. He once thought that he was very lucky. At that time, he was really like a frog at the bottom of a well!

Think that when you are happy, the whole world should cheer, but when you are sad, people all over the world should accompany you when you are sad.

He thought that when he left his hometown impulsively, everyone should be sorry for his behavior.

Think……

So many self-assertions are simply overestimating yourself, simply taking yourself too seriously in the hearts of others, simply taking advantage of the sympathy of all those who love you, and simply squandering yourself There is not much value left in life...

Mao Xiaochuan felt unprecedented loneliness!

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The owner of the small shop kindly helped Mao Xiaochuan into the house, found him some medicine for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, smeared it on him, and gave him something to eat. Mao Xiaochuan finally recovered, his face as white as paper slowed down. The slow recovery has become a bit human.

Mao Xiaochuan rested for a while, thanked the boss, and planned to get up and leave.

Before leaving, the owner of the small shop stared at him and couldn't help reminding him, "..."

Mao Xiaochuan glanced at him blankly, the boss changed his method, and said again in what he thought was the most standard local Mandarin, "Son, if you want to get along in this area, you need to find a leader! Especially you alone Foreigners who are unfamiliar with the place...you understand!"

Mao Xiaochuan turned his head and looked at him fixedly. After digesting it carefully for a while, he asked something that he didn't quite agree with, "Could it be that no policeman is willing to take care of it?"

The boss yawned, stretched, turned his head casually and continued to stare at a computer at the cashier, and ignored his words.

Mao Xiaochuan waited for a while but didn't get his answer, he already understood in his heart, he nodded at the boss, "Thank you!"

After finishing speaking, he walked out of the small shop slowly while leaning on the wall.

Find a leader, he can basically understand this, that is, he used to be the most dismissive to find a big brother, and then let him be a younger brother!

This thing is a bit ridiculous!He used to be Yuan Xin's younger brother, but that time was too short, and the relationship between the two of them was not like a theoretical big brother and younger brother.

Yuan Xin treated him so well that he simply forgot how to be a good younger brother!

He understands the principle of following the customs when one goes to a country, but he has not thought about wanting to be like someone else's country or follow the customs of any family.

After leaving the small shop, his small truck that was about to be scrapped was still there. Probably those gangsters knew that even if this car was taken away, it would not sell for much money. It was too ostentatious to drive on the road and became a burden. Never mind this car.

But there is no more goods left in the car that haven't had time to deliver!Mao Xiaochuan was very disturbed, plus what happened last night and what happened today.It's been two days in a row, and he's so lucky!

Mao Xiaochuan drove the car slowly, with a frowning face, he raised his eyes to look in the rearview mirror unexpectedly, and was immediately frightened by the bluish and purple face in the mirror that was obviously half swollen.

After looking at it, the place where he was beaten on the face hurt even more.He stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth, it was salty, and he didn't know whether it was sweat or tears that flowed there.

When you recite a little bit, you can choke if you take a breath.

If he met Brother Wang, Brother Wang would not do anything to him, at most he would scold him a few words.

However, when he came back with an empty car in the afternoon, he bumped into the small boss of this factory, Zhang Hengtong.Zhang Hengtong is young, less than 30 years old, he took over his father's factory and became the boss of the factory.

Zhang Hengtong can only be here for about three or two days a month. He doesn't see anyone on weekdays, and no one knows where he has gone or what he has done!

It seems that I come back once a month periodically. Every time I come, I feel inexplicably not in a good mood. Whoever catches and bites whomever is caught will be criticized violently!

Having only been here for half a month, Mao Xiaochuan, who didn't understand the little boss's temper at all, directly hit the muzzle of the gun.Mao Xiaochuan pushed open the door of the office, but didn't see Brother Wang, so he simply confessed to the little boss!

The little boss is not tall, but his voice is quite loud. He rushed to the forehead in a moment of anger, pointed at Mao Xiaochuan's nose and began to curse.

"What did you say? Your goods were robbed? Damn, what do you eat? Did you grow up eating shit?"

"Do you fucking think you are a dry seller ~ sold ~ smuggled? Don't you have a long brain or a long mouth?"

"Don't fucking tell me this. Do you want to cry? Go out and find a corner to cry. I don't lack people like you here!"

"..."

These are the original words of the little boss, and he swears and screams, all kinds of unimaginable swear words that touch the lowest limit of personality come out of his irresponsible mouth.

But in fact, I am very glad that Mao Xiaochuan didn't understand his original words very well. After he finished cursing, Mao Xiaochuan took out the car keys and all the money received in the morning and put them on the table, turned around and went out.

The job was completely lost, and the plan to advance a little living expenses in advance was also in vain.Before he had time to think about where to go next, what to do, and how to survive, everything changed again.

He thinks that he is quite a shameless person, and he would blush for a long time when his English teacher Xu Li said something ugly, but here, when he was scolded by such foul language, he was not as good as shit. How sad I didn't feel it!

Probably because the life was too bad, so people became numb.When a person is really standing in front of despair, self-esteem is not an important thing!

After leaving the factory door, he somehow breathed a sigh of relief.

Mao Xiaochuan didn't immediately go back to the small steamer-like warehouse to pack his luggage. He put his hands in his trouser pockets and wandered aimlessly on the street.

In fact, there is nothing to go shopping. The people here are chattering in a dialect that he can't understand. Their happiness or sadness, happiness or misery, their emotions have nothing to do with Mao Xiaochuan!

Mao Xiaochuan walked very lightly and slowly, his feet were weak and he didn't have much strength. When he passed a food stall, he couldn't help but stop.

The food stall was not opened by a local, but a stall specializing in northern snacks. There was a big sign beside the stall, which said crookedly, "Baxi Xiaolongbao, soybean milk, fried dough sticks..."

Probably thinking of the past, he stood by the stall and stared blankly at a little fat man holding a paper bag in his left hand, and a small steamed bun in his right hand. Lead, I can't move anymore.

Xiaolongbao has a thin skin and a lot of stuffing. Once you bite into it, the fragrant oil and water come out first. Even if you haven't tasted it, Mao Xiaochuan can still imagine what kind of delicacy it is.

The more I thought about it, the faster my stomach reacted, the gastric juice kept gushing out, and the louder my stomach growled.Mao Xiaochuan couldn't hold back, and quietly stretched out his hand to the drawer of steaming steamed buns that had already been baked.

As soon as the terribly busy stall aunt turned around, she saw the kid with a swollen scary head, standing silently behind her, her eyes were glowing green as she stared at his Xiaolongbaozi, and her hands trembled in fright. For a moment, "Oh my god, I want to scare my mother to death!"

"..." Mao Xiaochuan swished away the hand that was about to grab the steamed bun.

"Would you like to eat it?" The aunt patted her chest, sighed, and asked, "My steamed buns are delicious, I hope you eat them once and want to eat them a second time... See, the oil we use ..."

"No...don't eat!" Mao Xiaochuan took two steps back guiltily, and casually fumbled in his trousers pocket, "No, I didn't bring...money!"

Mao Xiaochuan grinned in embarrassment, but after only a few laughs, he suddenly stopped laughing, because there seemed to be...a banknote in his right back pocket.

The blood all over his body froze immediately at this moment, and he took out the note with trembling hands, which was a brand new hundred-yuan bill.

Mao Xiaochuan stared at the money, whether to cry or not, he stared at it for a long time with a mournful face.

"Hey, do you want to eat it or not?" The aunt who sold the steamed buns reminded him impatiently.

"Go for it!" Mao Xiaochuan said hesitantly.

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Mao Xiaochuan sat on the small flower bed by the side of the road holding the steaming and fragrant steamed buns he just bought, bowed his head to eat one, shed a string of tears, ate another, and shed another string of tears.

After eating the whole bag of buns with tears in his eyes, he ate his stomach and wiped away the unfinished tears. Finally, he had the strength to think about the next step in his life.

In fact, there is no way he can think of. He doesn't understand the needs of the people here. The so-called finding a big brother is first of all you have to know the big brother.

He knew too few people, and who knew what those people did?Mao Xiaochuan will never do anything that violates the law or commits a crime!

Yuan Xin's shadow is everywhere, his voice, his expression, every word he said, every movement he made was deeply burned into Mao Xiaochuan's heart.

Sitting under the sun, Mao Xiaochuan stretched out his hand to look at his palm, the man's voice echoed clearly in his ears, "This beautiful hand will only do beautiful things in the future!"

"In this world, there are many roads leading to the future, standing, rolling, running, kneeling, crawling... I don't know which road is the best, so I will try it, but The one that fell into the trap once, must not go!"

"I trust you, can you trust me?"

"..."

When Yuan Xin said this, he looked at him seriously, as if it had only been a short while since he finished speaking.

Mao Xiaochuan looked down at his right hand, then at his left hand, and muttered softly, "I've always believed in you!"

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