black offering

45.

The alley was quiet, I rubbed my head and sat up, found a puddle, and carefully inspected the wound. The wound on my head was fine, but there was a knife stuck in my chest, no wonder I felt pain.

I gritted my teeth immediately, those bastards stabbed people without pulling out their knives, it's really hateful!

Looking at the short knife with only half exposed outside, I frowned, and pulled out the knife directly, blood was sprayed everywhere quickly, the scene was not much different from a murder scene, but...it was indeed I'm killing people, those boys hate me so much, they naturally want me to die, but it's a pity that I can't die.

The only bad thing about excessive blood loss is dizziness.

Although it was short, it was still very uncomfortable. I leaned against the wall weakly, waiting for the dizziness to pass.

The wound compounded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then the blood in the body returned to normal in a short time.

Five minutes later, I stood up on my knees, moved my joints a bit, and my bones cracked and stretched. Then I went to pick up the broken burlap bag deep in the alley, which contained all my wealth. up.

I thought to myself, this group of boys really had no vision, and they didn't snatch such a thing away.

Wipe your face clean. Actually, you don’t need to take care of your body at all. I haven’t changed my clothes for half a year. A piece of clothing has already been riddled with holes. It’s covered with a thick layer of black greasy substance, so I can’t see any blood at all. .

After tidying up, I slowly picked up the sack and went to the waste station I often go to. I threw the sack on the ground like a grandpa, "Boss! I'm here to sell bottles!"

That's right, the broken sack contained all the plastic bottles I found in the garbage dump, and some scrap iron.

"Okay, okay, hey, Heizi, what's the smell on you? It's so strong!" The boss flicked the air with his hands again and again.

I smiled apologetically and said, "Where is it? I'm a tramp. I haven't touched water for half a year. If you don't take a bath for half a year, you also smell like this!"

The boss obviously saw me like this a lot, and he didn't dislike it, and said with a smile: "You also know how to brush your teeth, which is different from ordinary homeless people!"

"Okay, hurry up, I'm hurrying home." I spoke in a half-baked Beijing dialect, chattering.

The boss joked, "Why, did you take a wife? In such a hurry?"

"It's just that broken box, how can it be." I waved my hands again and again.

The boss quickly sorted and weighed the bottles for me, and ordered me the usual price, and when he gave me an extra five yuan, "Heizi, go take a shower, people who are almost forty Come on, clean it up, maybe you can find a wife."

The boss is a nice guy, I smiled and agreed.

Anyway, life is a bit difficult right now.

After finishing the bottle, I put the broken sack on my shoulder and walked back. I bought two steamed buns and went into an open place in the alley. The roof was wrapped with a rainproof cloth, and some wooden boards were padded inside. It was less than 5 square meters. This is my home.

Most of the time the box will be very damp and there will always be someone at the dumpster pouring wet, dirty water into it and water will come out of the bin and seep into the carton side, but rarely, I chose a High places, but in summer it is too hard, hot and smelly, like being in a smelly and messy cremation place.

Fortunately, it is winter.

I don't know if the baby is awake or not.

I bent down and went in. Not only did the child not wake up, but something was wrong, his cheeks were very red, and his breath was hot.

This temperature is too hot.

I unwrapped the treated wound and looked at it, and sure enough it was inflamed.

I rescued this child yesterday from a group of hooligans, that is, the group of little bastards who stabbed me today.

I usually fight against them, not with hands, but because I have a hard bone, they ask me for money, and I hold on to the money I just picked up for scraps, and I won’t let go, and they won’t give it whatever they want, they’re afraid of killing me Well, forget it.

Besides, a beggar has nothing to grab.

But no one knows if they got into a fight with me or something, they bothered me every day, for example, a group of people dragged me to the ice cream shop, bought me ice cream, and then asked me to pay, I just turned around after eating. If you leave, it will inevitably be another severe beating.

After coming and going, everyone used to come to me and beat me up.

Because they probably also found out, I can't die, and I won't shout when I'm beaten, and I won't call the police.

It was safe to beat me up, or so they thought.

I naturally became the object of their venting.

Usually I will walk around them, so that the chances of them finding me will be lower, because sometimes they are still very busy, and they haven't been looking for me much in the past two weeks.

But yesterday, I actually heard a child crying for help.

I originally planned to ignore it, the sky is big and the earth is big, so many people are waiting to be rescued, I really don't have that kind of leisure.

But I still went to the entrance of the alley and shouted: "The police are here!"

A group of boys ran away like headless chickens!

When the people were gone, I jumped down from the fence and picked up the child, only to find that the child was looking at me with bright eyes, and there were some blood stains under his body. A not-so-shallow stab wound was found.

A group of animals, I was cursing and walking towards the cardboard box with the child in my arms, neither asking nor comforting the child.

To be honest, I really don't have that kindness now.

Now that the child has a fever, I can't help it. Take him outside, away from pollution sources. The child's resistance is not as good as that of adults. It may be because there are too many bacteria in the garbage dump that the child's condition is much worse than yesterday.

I found water and rags again, and wiped the child's body over and over again.

It didn't work, so I took the money with distress, and carried the child to the small clinic in the alley.

The doctor looked at the child's eyes a few times, looked at the wound, took the temperature, and blamed me for sending the child here only now.

I was annoyed, but I wasn't easy to talk to. It looked like I wasn't someone to provoke, so the doctor didn't say anything, and honestly gave the child some medicine.

It was dark after the injection, and the boss paid the money with a tight face and reluctantly. When he picked up the child, he found that the child woke up and looked at me with round eyes.

"Look at the wool, quickly return the money I gave you to see a doctor!" I said in a vicious voice.

The child stared nervously, even if he didn't speak, I didn't care, and under the doctor's eyes like needles, I took the child out calmly.

I found that the child talked very little, and I don't know if it was because of being frightened. He was always in a daze for a long time, never complained that he was hungry, and never showed weakness.

Usually, he eats whatever I give him. Sometimes I forget and there is nothing, or if I don’t go back, he has to be hungry. In just one month, the child has become very thin.

When his leg injury is healed and the child can run, he will follow me life and death, and he will go wherever I go, no matter how hard he beats or scolds him.

I was just curious, why a child refused to leave without supervision, but still wanted to follow me?

And the little bastards are still looking for me every three days, and they can't get rid of me like flies.

Often even the children suffer together, but I am shouting here and there, and the children there are silent. After a long time, the gangsters mainly slash me and don't touch the children very much.

Still, it was tiring to cry.

Usually, I just look at the amount of blood flow. When about [-] milliliters of blood flow out, I pretend to be dizzy, and then let the punks toss me and just keep quiet. They naturally lose interest and are tired of playing, so let go After the kids and me, let's go.

After the sound of footsteps disappeared, I opened my eyes, moved my neck, turned my head, and saw a child standing one meter away, staring at me fixedly, his eyes a little dull.

He must have discovered the secret in me.

"Afraid?" I asked with a sneer.

The child didn't say a word. He lowered his head and took out a piece of clean toilet paper from his arms. He took three steps forward and wiped the blood on my forehead without saying a word.

I didn't grasp the movement well, and I trembled in pain, but I just couldn't bear to push it away. Anyway, this body will recover by itself in a short time.

Oh, by the way, now this body has never been sick. It has been two years. No matter how cold or hot I am, it is the same. I will neither catch a cold nor suffer from heatstroke. The period of time has maintained its heyday.

After the child helped me clean the blood on my face, I took the child to have a meal of wontons, the ones with meat, the ones that the children ate, obviously hungry, I reached out and touched them, and my hands started to hurt .

"Child, what's your name?" After I finished eating, the child only ate half of it. Although he was extremely hungry, he still kept his movements and ate at a leisurely pace.

Unlike ordinary people's children.

The child didn't make a sound, but just looked up at me with sparkling eyes.

"Hey!" I snorted angrily, "You're pretty fucking airy."

The child remained silent and continued to eat bit by bit.

I got annoyed, so I stood up and left. The child quickly drank a big mouthful of soup, jumped up and followed me.

"Don't follow me!" I warned.

The child saw me stop and stopped, but as soon as I left, he followed me. I was really annoyed, and I took the child to a strange place in a circle, and I was going to knock the child unconscious. But he grabbed my sleeve and said in a straight voice, neither deep nor shallow: "Hua Feitian, my name is Hua Feitian."

"Okay, be good, wouldn't it be nice to be so good earlier?" I smiled, and bent over to hold the child in my arms. The child's whole body was stiff, and it took a while to lie obediently on my shoulder.

When I took the child back, I realized that the child had fallen asleep.

I looked back at the place I was used to living in, and suddenly felt that I should live in another place, because this place can't accommodate this child.

This child has a tougher personality than most adults, and his behavior looks like a child taught by a big family. There must be a reason for appearing here. It may be hiding from people, or running away from home. As for him, I can't even control myself now, so I don't have the heart to guess this, but if the child wants to follow me, he can follow.

I smiled and thought again, I really should find a decent job too.