After amnesia, he was with his nemesis

The rain had stopped and the sky was overcast.

And the cold wind on the road didn't stop, blowing the young man's forehead hair.

The messy wires hung low, and a black and thin mouse hurriedly ran past the back alley of the Tianhu Pavilion separated by a wall.

Dou Jinglan looked as usual, raised his leg to let the mouse pass, bypassed a stinking trash can, and only felt a dull pain in his hip bone when he turned his waist slightly.

It fell when I fainted, and it may be blue.

But he is very warm now, not cold at all, so this bit of pain is blunt and warm, compared to usual, it is not pain at all.

He wears a fleece jacket and fleece trousers, and a long down jacket is stuffed into his postal backpack for newspapers.

Sent by Jiang Si.

As for the papers, they have already been sent out.

Jiang Bang helped post it.

Thinking of this person, he unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth, and quickly suppressed it, fearing that something might be seen.

In this small alley, the voices are clear and connected.At five o'clock in the evening, the aroma of cooking came out from the low windows, and Dou Jinglan walked into the corridor amidst the smell of rapeseed oil.

The electric car in the corridor blocked the door. He turned sideways, and the thin cotton clothes he was wearing were inevitably stained with dust.

But he's used to it.

Dou Jinglan stopped on the third floor, grabbed her bag tightly, and knocked on the door.

"It's coming! It's time to die, why worry!"

He just tapped three times in a leisurely manner.

The tall and thin woman opened the door and complained, "Come in! How much is it today?! Take it out and hurry up! I need to go shopping!"

The clothes on her body were stained with old stains for an unknown period of time, which could not be washed off, and huge bags under her eyes drooped.

Dou Jinglan took out more than sixty yuan from his pocket.

One green bill, two tattered five-dollar bills, and the rest are coins.

The woman grabbed it with her hands, and raised her eyebrows when she saw the number: "Why is it so small?! Why did you go?!"

Dou Jinglan said in a low voice, "Dizzy on the road."

Then he raised his wrist, exposing his bruised forearm: "I was seen by passers-by when I fell on the road, and I was sent to the emergency department of the hospital."

The woman's tone suddenly became tense: "Ah?! Isn't it?! Didn't spend any money!! How much did you spend??!"

Dou Jinglan shook her head: "No, I sat there for a while and drank a bottle of water, a few dollars."

The woman breathed a sigh of relief, she pushed him away and walked out the door: "I'm going to buy vegetables, show me some porridge, do you hear me?! Don't be fooled!"

Dou Jinglan looked as usual from the beginning to the end, nodding meekly.

He rolled down the sleeves, and from the beginning to the end, the fleece was hidden between his padded jacket and the autumn clothes inside, so the woman didn't see it.

This is his aunt.

Dou Jinglan carried her bag to the back room and opened the door.

The area here is not small, 150 square meters, but he and his sister live in a utility room of less than [-] square meters.

Their room was small and cramped, but well-organized, with bunk beds for the beds, iron railings, and iron stairs going straight up, which looked very dangerous to climb.

Dou Mi sleeps on the upper bunk, and Dou Jinglan sleeps on the lower bunk. Apart from the bed, there is only two or three square meters of space for a small table, and then there is an aisle that can only accommodate one person at a time.

Dou Jinglan opened the door and went in, locked the door, saw the person lying on the table doing homework, and said, "I'm back."

Dou Mi raised her head from her homework and said, "Welcome home. How much did you get today?"

Dou Jinglan shook her head: "Not much, I fell down today, and I missed a part-time job. After being taken away by that woman, there are only twenty left."

He doesn't address his nominal aunt, just "that woman".

Dou Mi's narrow eyebrows tightened, she put down her pen, jumped off the stool, and ran to him: "Where did you fall? Is it heavy? Does it hurt? Let me see."

This is the reaction of a normal relative, not like the person who was nervous about money as soon as he entered the door.

Dou Jinglan rolled up her sleeves, and showed her the green spots: "It doesn't hurt, it will be fine in a few days, and the skin is not broken."

Fourteen or fifteen-year-old Dou Mi and Dou Jinglan are about the same height, and Alpha's natural physical advantage makes the girl appear taller.

She wears a spirited high ponytail and wears very little, because her hands are red and cold because she has been writing.

She looked at the clothes her brother had rolled up, and saw the fleece in the middle, which was obviously new, and gasped, "That's good... where did you get the new clothes?"

Dou Jinglan said: "When my friend bought clothes, he bought one and got one free, and he gave me one."

Dou Mi said in surprise, "You have friends? Male or female?"

Dou Jinglan pretended to be angry, gave her a headache, and replied: "Man."

Dou Mi covered her forehead and grinned: "At first glance, he looks like a rich guy. Why can't we sell clothes of this size, buy one get one free is a lie to you."

Dou Jinglan is not in charge of finances, and Dou Mi buys clothes. She didn't know about these things, so she asked suspiciously after being reminded: "Really?"

Dou Mi spread her hands: "Really, we are about the same size as an adult omega, and the clothes are much more expensive, and anything that gets omega on it will become more expensive."

Dou Jinglan handed her the bag in her hand: "What's a good word for little rich guy? Don't say that about him. Where did you learn it? This is for you."

Dou Mi stuck out her tongue, took the bag over, and said, "I didn't learn it, I read it in the book, so I won't talk about it in the future. Why, give me a pack of newspapers to play grass?"

She didn't feel right when she held it in her hand, it was too light, but it was puffy, and she asked in surprise, "What good thing?"

"!"

"down jacket?!"

After all, she was still a 14-year-old child. Dou Mi jumped happily and quickly put it on: "It's so warm! Thank you brother!"

Dou Jinglan took off the fleece jacket and put it back on the padded jacket: "You don't need to thank me, just thank my friend."

"Understood." Dou Mi nodded, "Say sorry to my brother's friend whom I have never met, and thank him."

Dou Jinglan nodded.

He didn't say that it was for him, and the style was indeed men's clothing, but it didn't matter. Dou Jinglan wanted to give it to Dou Mi, and there was no politeness between them.

The radiator at home is only in the master bedroom, and the utility room is very cold.

I will go out to watch the pot in a while, so in order to prevent them from finding out that they have new clothes, Dou Jinglan took off his clothes.

After taking it off, he reflexively grasped the clothes tightly and held them for a few seconds before reluctantly putting them down.

The soft touch left from between his fingers.

So warm.

He folded the dress and hid it in the corner of the bed.

Because they chatted in the room for a while, Dou Jinglan was a little late watching the pot.

Usually they don’t have so much to talk about, the two children are very understanding, under normal circumstances, one will stop writing when the other comes back, and retreat to the hut after eating and finishing work, one sits on the bed and tidies clothes, and the other bites the tip of the pen settle accounts.

Today is an exception.

Now it's a few minutes late to see the pot, the porridge is almost mushy, and it smells like it's about to be mushy.

When the woman came back from buying vegetables, she frowned as soon as she stepped into the house with a bag of vegetables, and said sharply: "Dou Jinglan, where did I show you the pot?! That's how you look at it?! It's all muddled!"

Dou Jinglan's voice came from the kitchen: "It's a bit late, but the porridge is fine, you can drink it."

The woman walked into the kitchen, put down the dishes and pushed him away, and said irritably: "Go away! You can't cook porridge, I don't know what you are doing there! What use are you for?!"

Angrily, she cursed again in a low voice: "Two little sluts collecting debts..."

Dou Jinglan watched her quietly behind her while she was watching porridge and cursing.

Five seconds later, the boy turned away his unwavering eyes, turned and walked to the living room, picking up the broom to sweep the floor.

This is what his parents taught him.

If there is not enough power to subvert, then dormant.

Soon, there was the sound of chopping vegetables in the kitchen.

Women's cooking is not delicious. Fresh ingredients are either watery or oily when they are fried by her. They have a strong salty taste, and they don't know how to match them. They only rely on quantity to support their appearance.

Today's dinner is a whole plate of fried carrots and a piece of fried celery with meat. Both of them have been fried for a long time, and there is a lot of water in the vegetables, which makes the meat a bit rotten and salty.

Dou Jinglan always seems to have strange predictions, such as predicting that today's food will be particularly unpalatable.

After cleaning up, he went downstairs to buy steamed buns and brought them up, so now they can still swallow the meal well.

Dou Mi came out wearing the same cotton coat as usual.

She and Dou Jinglan met eyes and sat down at the table.

The woman pointed at the plate, spit spattering: "You two finish eating quickly, Dou Jinglan went to clean up the upstairs, wiped the glass inside and outside, Dou Mi went to wash the clothes."

The two children who were buried in their meals obediently responded.

In this family, the two children realize at all times that they are using the most tiring and stupid way to earn a little and barely maintain their own life.

They haven't complained in a long time.

Because complaining is useless.

The word they are scolded the most is debt collector.

Uncle and aunt have no children, maybe the uncle is infertile, or the aunt is infertile, in short, they are nearly 50 years old.This saves the children from the plight of taking care of a baby, but it also makes them even more unpleasant for two adults.

They are the burden left by the elder brother and sister-in-law of these two people.

After eating, Dou Jinglan dragged the running towel and wiped it across the window frame.

This is my uncle's house. He drinks heavily all the year round. No one is allowed to touch the wine bottle in the house. Dou Jinglan is only allowed to wipe it. He is not allowed to wipe the inside. He only wipes off the dirt on the outside, leaving a little smell of wine inside. .

According to his rare sober state, it was his collection.

It was no accident that Dou Jinglan was chosen to wipe the wine bottle.

Men and women "consult" with their children very early on.

The older brother does most of the chores and part-time jobs, and the younger sister does the laundry, tidying up...and studying.

No one objected.

The two children are like two flowers rooted in the cracks of the rock, tenaciously pulling out their rhizomes, greedily sucking the wet mist in the air, and striving to elongate.

Wiping, in the flickering lights of the alley, Dou Jinglan narrowed his eyes.

Broken street lights are not the point. The street office has not been repaired for a long time, and it is the same today.

Someone is walking this way.

The figure who accompanied him all morning appeared at the entrance of the alley. The boy was pushing a tattered car that didn't match his clothes, and was walking this way with his head poking around.

Dou Jinglan opened the window, her hands trembling a little.

The towel in his hand rubbed against the glass, making a maddening creaking sound.

The third floor is not high, and the alley is narrow, the boy's murmurs could be clearly heard by the wind.

"Where does Dou Jinglan live... There are many houses here... why don't you ask someone..."

"Hello, Auntie, may I ask where Dou Jinglan lives here? I'll return the things~"

Dou Jinglan's ears numb.

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