bereavement

The homeless man took a shower and put on Seqin's black short-sleeves. His hair was no longer stuck to his face, and his facial features looked quite youthful. Seqin asked him his age, and he replied 61.

"I think you look like forty," Xie Qin said. He could be his grandfather at this age: "What's your name?"

"Feng Liguang."

"You're not a local," Xie Qin said in a sleepy voice, "the accent is too strong."

Feng Liguang nodded, "I'm here to find someone."

"Who."

"My wife." Feng Liguang paused, "I was kidnapped."

Xie Qin didn't make a sound, and opened his eyes a little.

"She was abducted by human traffickers when she was 21 years old. The police did not find her, so I searched city by city by myself."

"All the money I brought was cheated out. I was too old to work, so I relied on begging to save for the fare."

"If you have saved enough, go to the next city and continue begging."

"How did you cheat the money?" Xie Qin asked.

"Those people-hunting platforms on the Internet, after paying the money and buying the largest and most conspicuous pages, are useless at all."

Feng Liguang closed his eyes, the scar on his face twitched, and he stopped talking.

Xie Qin didn't answer any more.

He has seen such things not uncommonly. To be honest, I really don’t feel sad for the homeless. His empathy ability is too poor.

But Xie Qin knows how hateful this kind of gray industry is.Those who make profits in the name of public welfare, cheat life-saving money, and kill hope are the real devils who eat human blood.

The sofa was too short for people to lie down on. Xie Qin could only share a bed with Feng Liguang. Xie Qin was thin and not crowded, but he didn't sleep well and kicked the quilt out of bed six times in the middle of the night.

When Feng Liguang got up to pick up the quilt, his foot was kicked off, and he rolled off the bed with a "bang" and hit his buttocks on the ground.

"Hey." Feng Liguang hissed.

The man in his 60s couldn't stand the fall, and the pain was so painful that he didn't recover for more than ten minutes.

After he was able to stand up, he didn't dare to go to bed again, so he tucked Xie Qin's quilt over his calves, and Feng Liguang quietly moved to the refrigerator to see if there were any ingredients for cooking.

When he opened it, he was shocked.

A refrigerator full of beer, bread, and spicy strips.

Not even root vegetable leaves.

Feng Liguang glanced back at Xie Qin, and finally understood why the child was so thin, and he relied on junk food for three meals a day, so it was no wonder he was healthy.

He actually wanted to go downstairs to buy food earlier, so as to save people from queuing at dawn, but now that he has no money on him, he is too embarrassed to take Xie Qin's money casually.

Feng Liguang had no choice but to sit by the bed, waiting dryly for Xie Qin to wake up.

Unexpectedly, I waited until 12 o'clock in the morning.

Xie Qin didn't even open his eyes, stretched out an arm from under the quilt, went to touch the bedside table, and searched for a while before finding the cigarette case.

Taking out a cigarette and putting it in his mouth, Xie Qin climbed up and leaned against the head of the bed with a dazed look on his face.

"Xie Qin, Xie Qin," Feng Liguang said nervously, "Can I lend you ten yuan, I'll go downstairs and buy food for us."

Xie Qin took a puff of cigarette, but did not respond.

"Xie Qin?" Feng Liguang raised his voice, "Xie Qin, thank you..."

"Thank you so much."

"..."

Xie Qin hadn't gotten out of bed yet, and the problem of catching someone and scolding him reappeared. Several hairs were blown out on his head, his eyelids were drooping, and his face was gloomy.

"There's fifty sheets over there," Xie Qin casually pointed at the black sweater he threw on the sofa, "You can buy whatever you like, don't bring it to me, just get lost."

Feng Liguang hesitated for a moment, "Don't you eat breakfast and lunch?"

"Get out!" Xie Qin yelled at him.

Feng Liguang quickly shut up, didn't dare to say another word, took the money and left.

Xie Qin got out of bed after smoking and took a shower. Today, he finally didn’t wear a black sweater. He changed into a gray T-shirt, with tie-dyed letters and white flame patterns. He is not a good thing.

Xie Qin wants to find a part-time job, he has already thought about the places, Internet cafes, bars, game halls, if it is not possible, he can work as a security guard in the community, Xie Qin does not choose, earn money to pay off Jiang Yanyu's debts, other than being a duck, he Did any job.

The most desperate time was to go to the construction site to be a water ghost, dive into the mud to salvage the drill bit, earn 100 if you come up, and pay [-] million to your family if you don’t come up. When you die, you will be buried in the mud and suffocate to death. To put it bluntly , is a career that trades life for money.

Xie Qin was not used to not wearing a hat. Before going out, he took a black peaked cap, went downstairs, and stood by the roadside waiting for a rental.

The environment outside the unfinished building is also bad enough. Colorful sheets are hanging on the cables that are within reach, children in slippers are chasing the dog, and the aunt who is splashing water on the old lady downstairs is so chic.

After getting in the taxi, Xie Qin opened the car window and looked out. There happened to be a few milk tea shops on the street that were recruiting people. He thought about it and decided that if he couldn't find any other part-time jobs, he would consider milk tea shops.

Xie Qin had worked in a milk tea shop before, and his experience was poor. He was harassed by blind girls all day long. Those gaudy flirting methods were really embarrassing, so embarrassing that Xie Qin didn't notice.

He found an Internet cafe, applied for a waiter, and blew it before chatting.

What they want to hire is a waitress, who wears a small skirt and rabbit ears. Xie Qin can't accept women's clothing, so he has no choice but to take a taxi to the bar to try again.

The bar was opened in the busiest shopping street in the town, and most of the customers were tourists from all over the world. Xie Qin chose the latter between the waiter and the bartender.

Although the waiter can get a lot of tips, but if he wants to talk sweetly and be able to chat, Xie Qin is not suitable for opening his mouth.

The interview went well. Xie Qin is good at fancy tunes, and he can order English bartending. He has half a year of bar work experience.

In fact, the key is that his face can attract customers. The bar supervisor was very satisfied and said that he should come to work tonight and try it out for a month.

Xie Qin walked out of the bar, went to the cigarette stand to buy two packs of cigarettes, and then went to a random restaurant for dinner.He didn't eat breakfast or lunch, and this one meal was worth three meals.

There are more and more customers in the store, and there are not enough tables, so the waiter had to ask with a shy face if they can share the table.

The two men formed a table with Xie Qin, father and son.

The son looked like he was thirteen or fourteen years old, he was wearing trendy clothes, and his face looked like he didn't want to be spanked, as if he disliked this run-down store for being unworthy of him.

His father was fine, he apologized to Xie Qin and then thanked him, his attitude was very polite.

Xie Qin kept his head down, not looking at them at all.

"Then why don't I have it on this table!" The boy suddenly roared, "The other tables have chili oil! I don't have it?"

This voice caused many people in the store to turn their heads to look at him. The waiter hurriedly took a can of chili oil and apologized with a smile.

The boy pouted and looked annoyed. His father criticized him a few words in a low voice, but the kid still found it annoying.

Xie Qin listened in silence for a while, and for some reason he didn't want to eat. He wiped his mouth with a piece of paper, raised his head and took a sip of water, put on his hat and left.

For no reason, my heart suddenly felt a little blocked.

He lit a cigarette and smoked, scolded himself for being stupid, and slapped himself again.

Why did he think of Jiang Yanyu just now?

What the hell kind of shit is this?

"Grass." Xie Qin kicked on the road railing, so irritable that he wanted to cut someone, his brain seemed to be against him, seeing the father and son, the words "Jiang Yanyu" popped up at once up.