Comprehensive film nightshade: young you chapter

Mosquitoes and flies flew in the garbage dump.There was a noisy chasing and shouting of men from behind the building, Solanum nigrum instinctively got into the garbage bin without thinking.

The stench was suffocating, she covered her mouth and nose, sweat drenched her clothes in the hot summer.

There is only a thousand days to be a thief, but there is no thousand days to prevent a thief.

The paper towels at home were used up, it was five or six o'clock in the evening, it was still dark, and there were many people on the road.But Solanum nigrum didn't expect that there were not many people at a turn, and the spy found the opportunity.

I just ran and forgot to be afraid.Fear now burrowed into her pores like a worm, gnawing at her body.

"Fuck, what the hell, where's that girl?"

"Did you run to the back of that building?"

"Damn it, don't let me find her!"

A few mice came out of the rubbish, squeaking, staring at her with their pitch-black eyes, and rushed to her feet.

Solanum nigrum stared wide-eyed in horror, covered her mouth with her hands and dared not make a sound.

Sweat was like rain, flowing from her frowning brows, blinding her eyes.

His sweaty hair sticks together, mosquitoes and flies suck blood on his legs, he is no longer elegant as usual, and he is in a mess.

I don't know how long it took, there was no sound, and the black nightshade crawled out of the trash can.

She was wet, as if she had just been fished out of the water.

She walked in the alley like a walking dead.I dare not go home, and dare not take the familiar road again.

The embarrassing and unpleasant smell inadvertently applied a layer of protection to Solanum nigrum, preventing her beautiful face from being noticed by people with evil intentions.

She looked up and saw the dilapidated walls, dilapidated roof, and the window facing the west.

The setting sun is slanting above, half bright and half abyss.

Liu Beishan's lights were still off.

There were many mosquitoes in the summer night, biting her cheeks, neck, hands and feet, she was still sitting numbly against the door, wrapping her arms around herself.

There is no brother Wang, no Hongkui, no brother here, so she can only protect herself.

And... Liu Beishan, he seems to be able to protect himself.

It was late at night, with thunder and lightning.

Finally, she heard the sound of pulling the light cord, and soon, the lights dimmed.

She looked up, at the light from the room beside her.

Various noises in the room, pulling chairs, turning on electric fans, kicking the toilet door, urinating, flushing the toilet...

It seemed that a century had passed, and the figure of a young man appeared at the door, the door was opened, and a golden light shone down from the sky.

Liu Beishan stared at her, opened his mouth, but remained silent.

Solanum nigrum curled up for too long, her whole body was numb when she got up, and she almost fell down.

Liu Beishan stepped forward in time and hugged a slender but embarrassing body, which smelled of salt-soaked sweat and rotting garbage.

Before the rainstorm came, the wind raged.

He carried her in through the door like a fragile crystal doll.Then he grabbed the leaves and confetti from the clothes on her head and threw them out of the window. Gradually, she became a little impolite. Finally, she closed the screen window and asked coldly, "Who made it?"

Lightning made his and her faces pale.

"I'm asking you something!" He was like a leopard trapped in a cage, wanting to tear everything apart, full of anger, "Who the hell did it?"

Solanum nigrum lowered its head, and after a long time, asked softly, "Is your hand okay?"

Liu Beishan's expression changed slightly, and the hostility in his body was instantly extinguished.The hand that took off the bandage moved unconsciously, and the person turned his head away: "It's okay."

The two stood facing each other for a while under the dim incandescent lamp. Liu Beishan felt that she was just a ball of cotton, and he couldn't do anything about it. He held his breath and said, "Go and wash."

Solanum nigrum hangs its head on the spot, at a loss.There is no aura in this world, she can't even perform the simplest cleaning technique, she is weak and powerless...