soul seeker

17 is old.

"Live like you, why don't I beat you to death!"

The home that was supposed to be quiet for the holidays erupted with angry roars and the sound of things hitting the ground.

A middle-aged woman cried and hugged the man who was waving the bench from behind, and shouted to the boy who was huddled in the corner with his nose and face bruised and swollen: "Run, Xiaocheng!"

After hearing this, the boy reacted and ran out the door without even wearing shoes.

In May, the weather was no longer cold. The boy was walking on the road with bare feet, and his feet were cut with small holes by small stones.

After walking for too long, his feet hurt too much, so he stopped and squatted on the green belt. Feeling dazed and tired, he hugged his legs and fell asleep.

I don't know how long it took before he was awakened by the sound of coins falling to the ground. He opened his eyes to see that there were a few more coins on the ground in front of him. Now he grabbed the coins and ran to the nearby phone booth without any regard for pride. No one answered the first call, he thought about it, and dialed the second one.

"Your boy finally called me! Why didn't you answer my phone when I called you?!" The voice of a boy about his age was over there.

"I was beaten up by my dad and ran out."

"Where is it? I'll pick you up."

"I'm here..." He took the microphone and looked around, "At the door of the supermarket near my house... That," he looked up at the lights and people coming and going in the city, and he took a breath, not sure if it was snot or Xue, "Remember to bring me a pair of shoes when you come."

"understood."

After half an hour, a white car stopped in front of him, and the person in the driver's seat leaned over to open the passenger's door and threw a box of shoes to him. "Come up quickly."

The young man put on his shoes and got into the car, only then did the man see his face clearly, "Wow, it's horrible!" He took out a piece of paper from the front paper box and stuffed it into his nose, "Where does it hurt so much? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

"It's not that serious." The boy also took out a piece of paper to clean up the blood from other places on his face.

"Go to my house? Take a shower and sleep. Let's talk about tomorrow if you have anything to do."

"No, take me to his house."

"Are you still going to find him?! Mucheng, are you out of your mind? If it weren't for him, you would have become like this!" The man finally roared.

"Don't talk nonsense, let's go." Mucheng closed his coat, leaned on the back of the chair and closed his eyes.

"Damn!" Although he cursed, he still did it.

"Didn't you say you won't come this time for the holiday?" Mu Cheng asked suddenly with his eyes still closed.

"Then you still call me."

"Take a chance."

"In the morning, Dou Jing called me and told me about you."

"Has it spread to their school?" Mu Cheng opened his eyes and turned to look at him.

"Yes. Good things don't go out and bad things spread thousands of miles away. I knew you couldn't escape this beating, so I came back."

The car parked under the residential building in the community, and Mucheng rushed up to a house on the second floor and knocked on the door.

"Take it easy," the man followed, "It's a nuisance at night."

There was no response after knocking for a long time, and the man felt something was wrong, "Wait a minute."

He turned around and rang the doorbell next door, the door opened a crack, and a middle-aged woman timidly asked behind, "Who are you looking for?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I want to ask, where's Mr. Liu at the house opposite?"

"Oh, it's strange to say that he moved away overnight, and there was a lot of noise. Does he owe you a debt?"

The man was a little surprised, suppressed his emotions and thanked him.

When the woman closed the door, he turned around and was about to get angry when he saw Mucheng squatting on the ground crying bitterly. He wanted to yell, "Look, I said it's unreliable. How reliable can a middle-aged male teacher seduce students?" ", but seeing blood and tears on his face, and the blue and yellow corridor lights shining on his almost lifeless face, he could only squat down and beat his legs, "Let's go when you have cried enough."