Self-salvation of a cheap substitute

What day is this?

Wang Miao asked himself that.

The room was completely isolated from the outside world. There was no sound or light. It was so quiet that Wang Miao could hear his own heartbeat. Wang Miao felt that he was going crazy, but there was nothing in this room, and he couldn't even kill himself.

Wang Miao leaned against the wall, staring at the ceiling with wide eyes in a daze. Wang Miao's eyes had already adapted to the darkness. Wang Miao pursed his lips because his legs started to hurt again. sound, for he suffers, and they rejoice.

The door suddenly opened, the sudden light made Wang Miao's eyes sting, Wang Miao could only cover his eyes, he felt his legs being grabbed and separated, followed by the familiar sharp pain, a sharp pain that made people lose their voices. pain.

The pain in the dream was so real that when Wang Miao woke up, his whole body was wet. Wang Miao propped himself up and touched the pillow. After confirming that there was no water stain on the pillow, he sat up straight against it. Wang Miao was still a little dazed. , the atrocities committed by those people were still in his mind, it took a long time before Wang Miao relaxed his back and told himself that it was all over.

Wang Miao is afraid of sleep, because in his sleep he will loosen his control over himself, he may talk in sleep, cry in his dreams, which will make him appear extra fragile, which is why he never shares the same bed with clients, he can Accept a dirty self, but he can no longer accept a fragile self.

Wang Miao looked out, and there was a lot of fog outside the window. He turned on the phone and checked the time. It was five o'clock in the morning, and he had slept all day. Inhaling, exhaling slowly, excessive nicotine gave Wang Miao a so-called "psychedelic" feeling.

The boy got out of bed, and he put on a sweater and a cotton padded jacket. Every time it was winter, he would suffer a lot. The cold air would penetrate his pores and penetrate into his internal organs, and then stick to his bones and blood. Frost is cold from the inside out, the toes will be so cold that you don’t feel it, and the knee that has been seriously injured will appear to be smashed again, with bruising and edema visible to the naked eye.

He was simply a useless person. Wang Miao limped and turned on the light in the room. It was warm yellow, which must be Chu Jiachen's favorite color recently. Wang Miao sighed and sat on a chair to apply makeup for himself. His own dark circles and sallow face, through repeated decorations, the young man in the mirror became fair and bloody.

Wang Miao dragged his "disabled" leg downstairs without disturbing the servants. He cut a piece of bread for himself and fried a piece of bacon, which was his breakfast. Wang Miao unscrewed the can of milk and held it, sitting on the chair in a daze, He was a little worried about Fu Xizhou. The young master who used to stretch out his clothes and eat his food and open his mouth will inevitably be in a hurry, and he will still be lavish. Wang Miao shook his head and picked up the phone, opened the document and started editing. The title - Pingcheng Survival Raiders.

Wang Miao shook his head and clicked send. It just so happened that this strategy helped Fu Xizhou open the door to a new world, and he saw that there were so many good and cheap places in Pingcheng.

It turned out that this was Wang Miao's life. The bearded Fu Xizhou squatted at the door of the store holding a bowl of noodles, and occasionally picked up the noodles and blew them. The bowl contained plain noodles, and the clear soup was sprinkled with green onions. money.

Fu Xizhou opened the mailbox, and the content interface inside has not exited yet. The title is "Pingcheng Survival Raiders", and the sender is Wang Miao. This email records in detail where and what is delicious and cheap, and where Good-looking and inexpensive clothes, what bar has a discount on the days of the week and you can drink as much beer as you want, and there is even cheaper toothpaste anywhere, in the past, Fu Xizhou might not even look at the things written on it, even I didn't even know there was such a place in Pingcheng.

But there is no way, who made him down now? Fu Xizhou looked at the cloudy sky and sighed. The group of people who used to be domineering after him changed their masters again, and they still looked majestic. It's a past tense, he is just a social idler who can't even find a job, Fu Xizhou is pulling noodles into his mouth, the car that Wang Miao redeemed for him before, he really wants to hang it on the market for a sum of money He made a comeback, but who would have thought that he underestimated the cunning of the people in the market, the car dealer teamed up with the fake buyer, and the stupid and cute Fu Xizhou was out of money. A deposit of 4000 yuan was made, which made Fu Xizhou even worse.

Damn, it's bad luck to fart and hit your heels, Fu Xizhou was thinking, remembering the money he lost, when many pairs of shoes appeared in front of him, Fu Xizhou looked up along the shoes, and saw a lot of colorful Fu Xizhou's head turned rapidly, and finally found the word suitable for these people in front of him-spiritual guy.

The leading spirit guy had exaggerated purple hair. He didn't speak, but just stared at Fu Xizhou's face carefully. Fu Xizhou felt a little nervous when he saw it. Damn it, he won't be robbed, right? At the bottom of the bowl, I thought about it for a while, or else I would put the bowl on the purple hair's head first.

"Are you Fu Xizhou?" Zimao asked.

"Yes, what's the matter?" Fu Xizhou pretended to be a fool.

"This is your money." Zi Mao threw a black wallet to Fu Xizhou.

"My money?" Fu Xizhou opened the wallet and looked down. According to the thickness, there were around 4000 yuan.

"Your deposit for selling the car." Zimao lit a cigarette.

"Who are you?" Fu Xizhou stuffed his wallet in his pocket and stood up.

"Brother Miao's friend, he said that if he saw a person in this noodle restaurant with seven dissatisfied and eight dissatisfied expressions on his face, it must be Fu Xizhou, let us return the money to you, what Brother Miao said is true, just pretend like you I want to beat you up even if you look like a dealer." Zimao smiled.

"Wang Miao, how could he know me?" Fu Xizhou hesitated to speak, he could not talk about such embarrassing things.

"Brother Miao said that you have a low IQ, and you must not be able to play with those old idiots. Let us pay attention to the movement of the car dealership, and Brother Miao is sure. You fool will be fooled around by others. Although the deposit I can recover it for you, but we can't do anything about your car." Zimao shrugged.

"Hehe." Fu Xizhou smiled without saying a word.

"Okay, we're done with what brother Miao entrusted to us, you take your time, we'll leave first." Zimao waved his hand.

"You—" Fu Xizhou wanted to ask Zimao's name.

"Don't ask, we are not attacking you, we are helping you for Wang Miao's face, people in the Jianghu do not leave a name." Zimao rode on his small pedal, shook his bangs and walked away.

Fuck, I was quite angry, Fu Xizhou laughed, bowed his head and ate up the noodles in two or three mouthfuls, and went home with his wallet in his hands. On the way, Fu Xizhou called Wang Miao. No matter what, he wanted to thank Wang Miao and ring the phone. It rang for a long time, and when Fu Xizhou was about to give up, the phone was connected, and Fu Xizhou hurriedly said: "Wang Miao."

"Um, ah, what's the matter, um." Wang Miao's voice on the other side of the phone was very hoarse, as if he was in pain.

"It's okay, I just want to thank you for helping me, what are you doing?" Fu Xizhou chuckled.

"I, I'm fine, I'm just not feeling well, hiss." Wang Miao suddenly cried out in pain.

"Are you all right?" Fu Xizhou frowned.

"It's all right." Jiang Lin's voice.

"Jiang Lin?" Fu Xizhou's voice suddenly rose an octave.

"That's right, it's me. I'm so sorry that I put a cuckold on you again." Jiang Lin over there smiled viciously.

"You!" Fu Xizhou clenched his fists.

"Meow, tell your boyfriend, are you comfortable?" Jiang Lin's voice fluctuated from near to far.

"Get out!" Wang Miao's voice.

"Don't disturb my good business." Jiang Lin paused every word, retaliated with the words that Fu Xizhou once mocked himself, and then hung up the phone.

Jiang Lin let out a bad breath, got out of bed contentedly clutching Wang Miao's cell phone, and stretched contentedly. Behind him, Wang Miao curled up in the quilt, staring at the man's back with red eyes. At the end, Wang Miao was clear. Throat: "Give me back my phone."

Jiang Lin seemed to have heard some big joke. He looked back at the mobile phone Wang Miao was holding, and said in surprise: "Meow, you don't want to break with your boyfriend, do you? Back then You didn't promise me that."

Wang Miao pursed his lips and stopped talking. He turned over and faced the wall in a daze, like a piece of wood. Jiang Lin was once again angered by this appearance. The man grabbed Wang Miao's hair, pulled the boy's upper body out of the quilt, and suspended Beside the bed, Jiang Lin said viciously: "Why, when you hear Fu Xizhou's voice, you lose your mind like this, why don't you look at me, let me tell you Wang Miao, I am willing to do things with you for such a disgusting person, you should be grateful to me. "

Wang Miao let Jiang Lin do the violence with his eyes closed. He endured the initial pain and said with a half-smile: "Then you go to Chu Jiachen, dare you, I don't believe you can stand in front of Chu Jiachen like this. If you get hard, you should go to the doctor early if you are sick, why, I am embarrassed to go to the andrology department, are you afraid?"

Jiang Lin dragged the boy out and threw him on the ground, the pain caused by the fig leaf being pierced turned into anger, Jiang Lin pulled out his belt and threw it on Wang Miao's body, Jiang Lin gritted his teeth and asked, "Say it again? "

Wang Miao curled up into a ball, and also gritted his teeth and replied, "You only have the ability for 2 minutes. No wonder Chu Jiachen is able to yell at you. It turns out that there is something in his hands. Be careful about the fire in the backyard!"

Jiang Lin took a few steps back and sat on the chair, lit a cigarette slumpedly, Wang Miao stretched out his body on the ground and looked at the ceiling, muttering: "I really look down on you, Jiang Lin, if you have the ability, kill me, otherwise I will only hate you more and more, but you dare not, because after I die, your Chu Jiachen will have no shield."

[The author has something to say: Two or three things about Jiang Lin not mentioning √]