After wearing books and raising cubs, I am rich

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"He has no strength! He's going to sink!"

"Let, let go of me..."

The screaming of the woman and the begging of the child, like a tunnel separated by time and space, exploded in An Ran's mind at the same time.

He opened his eyes suddenly, surprised to find that he was not submerged in the flood that filled the sky.

What is this place?

It stinks!

An Ran instinctively wanted to cover her nasal cavity, but found that her body was kneeling on the ground in a distorted posture.

"I, I won't run away again, brother."

An Ran moved her eyes and aimed at the talking child beside and below her.Then he felt his lips moving quickly:

"You bastard, I'll eat and drink for you brothers and sisters. How dare you run away for me? Eat shit, you!"

Neither the timbre nor the tone of voice seemed like what he would say.But he didn't have time to be shocked, because the body moved again.

"He" grabbed the child by the neck and dragged him to the side of the old black and yellow urinal.The child struggled, "he" slapped him hard, and bright red blood flowed down from the corner of his mouth.

"Dog, mother, keep it!"

"He" had no mercy, saw that there was no water in the urinal, and quickly moved to the waste pool beside him, holding the cub like he was pinching a big white goose waiting to be slaughtered.

When "he" held the child's head down and submerged in the sewage, An Ran heard a series of joyful humming from himself.

"...Spring...kids...in the eyes, lili, lili, lili..." An Ran had a chill, but soon felt the suffocation of drowning, From this body to the depths of his soul.

He still had time to watch the abused child, and he was surprised to find that when the child struggled out of the sewage, the fatal feeling of suffocation was slowly disappearing.

Before he had time to think about it, a memory that didn't belong to him flashed through his mind quickly, accompanied by the sound of coughing one after another.

An Ran was surprised to find that at this moment, he might have stepped on the shit luck of the plague dog.

He wore it.

He slipped into a book, and he borrowed a colleague's scumbag-abusing web article during a meeting - "Kick off the scumbag, I became the wife of the president".

The only thing to be thankful for now is that he is neither a scumbag nor does he have to be a wife.He was just a lonely cannon fodder who died at the beginning.

After the memories were played, An Ran's six senses gradually returned, and the first thing she felt was a lingering rancid smell.

"vomit--"

He sat up so badly that he vomited.The child fainted in his lap, and the slight rise and fall of the shallow chest reassured him.

The child is still alive.

Waiting until there was nothing to vomit in the gastric juice, An Ran held her breath, and moved out of the toilet with herself and the child.He sat on the living room floor and surveyed the small area.

What you can see when you look up is the mess, and there is even a vigorous mushroom poked on the tattered sofa.

safely:......

"Little boy? Hey," An Ran stabilized her mind, and put her hand on the child's face, "Don't pretend to be asleep, I saw your eyelashes move."

The child should be fine, at least he still has the mind to play tricks.An Ran didn't want to arouse suspicion, imitating the posture of the original owner, forcing the child to open his eyes.

"If you don't wake up again, I won't be so polite!" An Ran moved her hand stroking the child's forehead to the other's slender neck, gave two strange laughs, and stopped abruptly.

His mother said before that a cub's eyes are the brightest and most innocent, but An Ran still doesn't believe it.But looking at each other now, he began to condemn his 25 years of ignorance.

The child looked at him with dark and bright eyes, very calm, neither complaining nor hating, as if there was nothing in front of him.

"Cough," An Ran looked away almost in panic, "what are you looking at——as long as you're not dead!"

The child did not speak, nor looked away.The immature face is red and green, and the old and new wounds do not distinguish between you and me.

This made An Ran almost unable to maintain her superficial calm.

The original owner is probably a beast, right? !

When I read novels before, it was just a flash of cannon fodder.Now it seems that letting him die in a car accident is really a "good death".

"Is there any medicine at home?"

It's no wonder that An Ran's memory is not comprehensive, the original owner is really a drunken person.The original owner will know which store has good meat dishes, but he will not know what is in the house.

After finishing speaking, he stretched the edge of the sofa, stood up slowly, and walked into the house...

Xi Zhaowu just came back from the gate of hell, and he didn't dare to relax for a moment.He forced himself to calm down, because he didn't know what kind of expression would touch that person's scales.

He heard the man ask for medicine, and he wanted to say "the family never could afford those".But he was also afraid of puncturing that person's self-esteem. Poor people are most afraid of facing poverty.

"Don't lie down, I boiled hot water." The man was very strange, he had never been in the kitchen before, "Where do you put your clothes? Do you want to wear mine first?"

Taking advantage of the man's turning around, Xi Zhaowu carefully glanced at the shoe cabinet on the balcony.Then, he heard the footsteps of the man kicking towards him.

"Don't play dead, get up quickly! You stink like a cesspit now, don't lie on my sofa!"

Xi Chaowu hurriedly kicked his bamboo pole-like calf, and hit the floor with a "boom", "I'm sorry, brother, I, I was wrong."

An Ran was shocked by the scene in front of her.

Doesn't this child know it hurts?

"Xi Zhaowu," An Ran raised her hand to stop the child's panic, "Let's forget about your escape this time. After taking a shower, let's discuss other things!"

An Ran tried her best to keep a cold face, he is now having a lawsuit all over his head, and he really can't figure out how to deal with a cub.

He picked up the baby not so tenderly: so light, not as heavy as his mother's dog.

However, An Ran does not intend to adopt this future source of trouble.

In the original book, this little boy Xi Chaowu is a person who lives in other people's memories throughout.He would die early, in the summer of his thirteenth year.

The same cannon fodder, which makes An Ran stare at the child's eyes, with a sense of sympathy.He bowed a handful of water and sprinkled it on the other party's terrifying little face: "Take off your clothes, and let me take them off for you?!"

"I, I just wash it myself. I can wash it, and I can wash it very clean with such a little water."

An Ran watched the child shrunk his shoulders and made a small circle with his hands, not as big as the child's face: "You are not taking a bath, you are washing mice."

The child grimaced and murmured: "Brother's house, there are no mice..."

An Ran froze for a moment, and quickly remembered the childhood memories of the second female couple in the book.

The original owner of his body was Xiao Anran, who was only 15 years old, and already an out-and-out bastard.Last year, the original owner picked up two children for nothing at the train station, and since then he has become more and more vicious.He beat the child severely every once in a while, and then took people to beg near the train station.

People who are a little older are always very generous to beautiful children with scars on their faces.But even though the daily harvest is quite fruitful, the original owner has never been generous to the two children.

Sometimes one meal a day, sometimes several days.

When a seven or eight-year-old child is really hungry, the mice hiding in the house are considered a good meal.

"Where is Xi Liu'an? You hid her in the shoe cabinet again?" An Ran has read the book, of course she knows where the child hides.

He restrained the child, quickly stripped off the other's rotten clothes, and put the child into the bathtub,

"I said, every time you get beaten, you protect her. How many years can you protect her with your light and flimsy body? Anyway, you only beat her for half an hour each time and share it equally. Everyone feels better, doesn't it?"

An Ran herself also despises herself, standing and talking without pain in her back.Only play for half an hour?

It seems that he is also a beast.But he had reason to suspect that Xi Zhaowu was beaten to death.

Xi Chaowu pursed his mouth and said nothing, tightened his small frame, and tried his best to squeeze himself into the narrow bathtub.

An Ran didn't speak any more, she sat on the ponytail and rubbed the child's whole body with the little soap beans left.

The child's skin is very smooth, and I don't know if it's because of too many bruises, which makes the complexion a little pale.

An Ran groaned and groaned after washing someone's back, and carried the child around, just to meet the other's shallow chest.

"You here..." His hand just touched the child's chest, and he jumped out of the bathtub in shock, splashing dirty water all over his body.

"This is, this is just a birthmark... Brother!"

Below Xi Chaowu's collarbone and above his heart, there is a red mark in the shape of a sea wave.

An Ran is very familiar with this red seal, because his original body also has one in the same position.

The water in the bathtub kept rippling, instantly reminding An Ran of the feeling of suffocation in the bathroom.He fixed his eyes on the naked Xi Chaowu, and suddenly had a strange thought:

He and Xi Zhaowu may both die.

"elder brother?"

An Ran vigorously pulled Xi Chaowu over, no matter how panicked and struggling the other party was, she closed her eyes and turned her heart, and drowned her directly into the bathtub.

The sound of begging for mercy in the ear was suddenly interrupted.

I am sorry for you, but please bear with me, I, I...whether it is or not, I swear, I will treat you well in the future!

Ten seconds later, the feeling of suffocation, as imagined, also began to strangle An Ran's lifeline.He withdrew his hands abruptly, and wrapped the miserable child into his arms.

People who have never done evil in half their lives have long lost the calmness they used to act.

"...You don't have to beg in the future, I will make money. In the future, I will not beat you again..."

An Ran didn't care whether the child listened or believed it or not, he spoke to himself, as if he was comforting his dangerous conscience.

The bathing turmoil passed after a series of guarantees, An Ran placed the child in the living room, hurriedly dug out some change, and rushed out the door.

But he kept an eye out and locked the doors and windows tightly.

He still wants to continue to live, even if it is in a book, only if he lives can he have hope.

An Ran raised her head to look at the sky glowing with afterglow, her heart was full of sadness.He was only 25 years old before his death, and his family was happy. Although he was not favored by his parents as the second son, at least he was not treated badly.

He recalled his parents and found out that the last time he went back to his hometown was seven or eight months ago.

"Anzi—have you found your child?"

An Ran watched the person trotting over from a distance, and saw clearly that it was Zhao Hua, one of the original owner's friends.

"Ah."

"Haha, you are so angry!"

Zhao Hua smelled a mixture of smoke and sweat all over his body, which made An Ran have to take a step back.

"Hey, didn't you say that if you find two children, give one to me?"